Chapter 9:
Jack quietly shut the door behind him and turned to see Gibbs standing right behind him.
"Jack," Gibbs began looking at the door.
"Bad luck I know but we don't have anywhere to drop her off at." Jack argued moving away from his cabin and heading to the helm.
"Where's she from?" Gibbs asked curiously, he'd only seen her for a few seconds.
"The United States of America," Jack told him remembering what she had told him.
"Where's that?" Gibbs asked wondering where the hell it was.
"Above Mexico and below Canada. Don't ask me where they are because I don't know, that's just what she told me,"
"How'd she get on the Pearl?"
"She doesn't know, neither do I."
"What's her name?" Gibbs asked wondering if Jack even knew that about her.
"Fiona, but its now a mutual agreement that I call her Sergeant Hailon."
Gibbs eyebrows went up.
"She's earned her position I'm sure so lets not question her anymore for now, she's a bit drunk now,"
Gibbs nodded knowingly; Jack always got a girl drunk.
"Not like that," Jack argued seeing the look. "She'd kill me if I tried."
"Stubborn eh?"
"Worse than a mule, inquisitive too." Jack informed squinting as the sun's rays got in his eyes.
"Well than, what do you plan on doing with her?"
Jack thought for a moment. He didn't know.
"Don't know, but I'll come up with something no doubt," He told Gibbs giving Anna Maria a glare as her eyes narrowed at him.
"So do we head to Tortuga as planned?" Gibbs wanted to know.
"Of course," Jack told him surprised Gibbs would even ask. Fiona would not stop him from having a little fun.
"So than you don't care about Fiona learning about everything?"
"She already knows the gist of it," Jack informed looking around uneasily. It made him feel weird to know people from a different place knew about him and what he did.
Gibbs didn't know how she knew but didn't want to ask.
***
Jack strolled into the cabin again a few hours later -his lack of sleep finally getting to him- to find Fiona still lying on the bed exactly where she had been when he'd left.
A little concerned he stepped closer to make sure she was still breathing, which she was.
He paused and stared at her for a second.
She looked almost vulnerable in her position; almost as if she wasn't capable of handling herself or anything else.
Almost instinctively his eyes traveled downward to her chest. She had asked him about if he could find them and he most defiantly could.
Fiona gave a moan and shifted making Jack step back taking extreme caution so he wouldn't get hit again. He had a dark bruise the size of her fist of his jaw line and it wasn't pleasant.
Sighing at the prospect of not being able to sleep in his own bed unless he wanted to be a eunuch he settled down in a chair sitting next to his table/desk.
Giving Fiona another look over he crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
***
Jack woke up to the sound of a low groan and opened his eyes and looked across the room to see Fiona sitting up in the bed rubbing the back of her head.
"You alright there Sergeant?" He asked amused taking his feet off the table and setting them on the floor as she tried to get up but fell over on the wood. He'd decided to just let her sleep on the bed and for him to relax in the chair. Which wasn't too comfortable.
"What am I doing in here?" She mumbled trying to stop the room from spinning. "Did you get me drunk?" She asked with a scowl in his direction since she couldn't see all that well with the brain fog.
"No," Jack lied standing up and walking over to her. "The sail swung back and hit you in the head."
Fiona winced and looked at him hard, but his voice sounded sincere so she believed him. "How long have I been out?"
"A few hours," He told her offering his hand to her.
"Thanks," She said gratefully taking the extended hand and pulling herself up only to sit back on the edge of the bed and rub her temples.
Jack grunted a reply and sat down next to her. She looked a lot different in broad daylight, all her scars and bruises seemed to stand out a lot more, as did her odd multicolored pants.
"What's under your shirt?" He asked without even really meaning to. Fiona looked at him oddly than remembered that they didn't have bikinis in whatever time POTC was set in.
"A bikini top," She said in a very low tone, it hurt her head to talk in a louder voice.
"And what is that?" He urged, he didn't think she'd actually answer his question, as it was a little blunt.
"Something you swim in," she mumbled tiredly lying down on the bed again.
"You get tired a lot," He commented out loud a little amused.
"You would too if you'd been in my shoes the past week," She said in self- defense.
"Actually your shoes look a little small for me," Jack said humoring her as he glanced down at her odd boots.
"Haha," She said unenthusiastically. "Can I go back to the brig now?"
"Why?" Jack asked a little puzzled at her question. "Don't you want to stay up here?"
"I'm not too comfortable sleeping in the same bed with a stranger," She told him blinking as she began to be able to see more details on his face.
"Well I'm not a stranger, you already knew me before I knew you," He disagreed grinning. He was getting on her nerves, he could tell.
"You know exactly what I mean," She snapped. "And I honestly don't think you're mature enough,"
"I'm not going to try anything since-" He stopped himself before he finished his sentence. He didn't want her to know he knew about Noack10.
"Since?" She asked curious as to why he stopped mid sentence.
"Since I've only known you a day and you would kick my ass," He covered up quickly making her grin.
"So you're mature enough to handle me sleeping next to you in a room, alone?" She asked not so sure about it.
"We're responsible enough don't you think?" He asked getting up and walking over to the table. It was at that moment when Fi noticed her jacket was on the floor and not on her body.
"You undressed me?" She asked almost in a yell.
Jack turned around and shook his head. "No, well yes." He said as another story concocted in his mind.
"You were getting all sweaty and hot so I took it off, is that a problem?"
Fiona was about to say yes but then disregarded it.
"No,"
Jack grinned. "Good,"
"But you start to take off my pants and I will kill you,"
He gave an uneasy laugh at the tone of her voice. "Of course not."
Jack watched intently as Fiona began to unlace her boots. It was odd to him that she wouldn't remember anything after she'd gotten drunk.
"Sergeant are you up to a game?" He asked sitting down in a chair and picking up a banana that was in the bowl on the table.
"No, but go ahead," She told him trying to undo one of the knots.
"In this world of yours, are there pirates?"
"Uhh, yes, but not the kind like you are. They're a lot more ruthless and are extremely rich."
"You don't think pirates these days are ruthless?" He asked somewhat shocked at her answer.
"Yes I do, but just in case you're wondering, no I don't think you are,"
"You don't?"
"No, I don't, for starters you didn't kill me when I had a gun to your head. Second you haven't raped me, even though you've had plenty of moments to do so. And thirdly, you were kind enough to let me ask you questions."
"Doesn't mean I'm not," He defended. "I'm having a bit of compassion towards you since you are a woman and all,"
"So that fact that I can kill you still doesn't make you take any more precaution towards me?" Fiona asked glancing up at him not believing him.
"No," He told her. Sure she was intimidating but she wasn't going to kill him, not unless he tried to kill her, which he didn't plan on anytime soon.
Fiona growled as the boot stuck to her foot as she tried to pull it off.
"Captain Sparrow can I ask you what you plan on doing with me?"
Jack thought. He hadn't really planned that all out yet, he was still trying to figure out just exactly where she was from.
"Probably drop you off somewhere,"
"Lovely," She said, the sarcasm reeking in her voice.
"Well what else am I supposed to do?" He wanted to know.
"Give me my radio and let me contact my chalk." She suggested as she kicked off the boot and started on the other one.
"I could, but what will that help?" He asked, he really didn't see the point if she was stuck in his world.
"Don't argue with me Captain," She warned looking up at him.
"Which rank is higher, Sergeant or Captain?" Jack wanted to know, he could out rank her, and that would give him the upper hand.
"Well technically you do but as considering you are just a captain of a ship created by Disney you don't,"
"But I still do, technically," He said with a grin glad to know he did have some power over her.
"I'm going to wipe that smug grin right off your face if you don't stop." She warned giving him an icy glare.
"Oh really Sergeant?" He asked amused, what could she possibly do?
Fiona didn't reply instead she picked up her discarded boot and chucked it at his face.
"Damn it Fiona!" He yelled as the hard leather made contact with his face.
"I warned you," She reminded taking off her other boot and setting it on the floor beside her.
"Well that's nice, but you don't throw things at me savvy?" He told her taking the boot and looking at it closer.
"Well when you're being an arrogant creep you deserve nothing more,"
"That may be true," Jack said, admitting that he did act a little holier than thou sometimes. "But I don't appreciate that!"
"Well I don't appreciate you being sexist," Fiona told him than immediately wished she could take it back.
"What was that now?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow at her. He didn't know she thought like that.
"Sexist not sexy!" She cried out not wanting him to get any ideas.
"Well I don't think I'm that bad looking, if I may say so myself," He told her buffing his nails on his shirt.
"Your impossible," She sighed leaning her head against the bed. She did admit he was attractive but way to conceited about it.
"Hungry?" Jack asked beginning to peel the banana he still held in his other hand. h Fiona nodded and slowly got up.
***
Jack quietly shut the door behind him and turned to see Gibbs standing right behind him.
"Jack," Gibbs began looking at the door.
"Bad luck I know but we don't have anywhere to drop her off at." Jack argued moving away from his cabin and heading to the helm.
"Where's she from?" Gibbs asked curiously, he'd only seen her for a few seconds.
"The United States of America," Jack told him remembering what she had told him.
"Where's that?" Gibbs asked wondering where the hell it was.
"Above Mexico and below Canada. Don't ask me where they are because I don't know, that's just what she told me,"
"How'd she get on the Pearl?"
"She doesn't know, neither do I."
"What's her name?" Gibbs asked wondering if Jack even knew that about her.
"Fiona, but its now a mutual agreement that I call her Sergeant Hailon."
Gibbs eyebrows went up.
"She's earned her position I'm sure so lets not question her anymore for now, she's a bit drunk now,"
Gibbs nodded knowingly; Jack always got a girl drunk.
"Not like that," Jack argued seeing the look. "She'd kill me if I tried."
"Stubborn eh?"
"Worse than a mule, inquisitive too." Jack informed squinting as the sun's rays got in his eyes.
"Well than, what do you plan on doing with her?"
Jack thought for a moment. He didn't know.
"Don't know, but I'll come up with something no doubt," He told Gibbs giving Anna Maria a glare as her eyes narrowed at him.
"So do we head to Tortuga as planned?" Gibbs wanted to know.
"Of course," Jack told him surprised Gibbs would even ask. Fiona would not stop him from having a little fun.
"So than you don't care about Fiona learning about everything?"
"She already knows the gist of it," Jack informed looking around uneasily. It made him feel weird to know people from a different place knew about him and what he did.
Gibbs didn't know how she knew but didn't want to ask.
***
Jack strolled into the cabin again a few hours later -his lack of sleep finally getting to him- to find Fiona still lying on the bed exactly where she had been when he'd left.
A little concerned he stepped closer to make sure she was still breathing, which she was.
He paused and stared at her for a second.
She looked almost vulnerable in her position; almost as if she wasn't capable of handling herself or anything else.
Almost instinctively his eyes traveled downward to her chest. She had asked him about if he could find them and he most defiantly could.
Fiona gave a moan and shifted making Jack step back taking extreme caution so he wouldn't get hit again. He had a dark bruise the size of her fist of his jaw line and it wasn't pleasant.
Sighing at the prospect of not being able to sleep in his own bed unless he wanted to be a eunuch he settled down in a chair sitting next to his table/desk.
Giving Fiona another look over he crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
***
Jack woke up to the sound of a low groan and opened his eyes and looked across the room to see Fiona sitting up in the bed rubbing the back of her head.
"You alright there Sergeant?" He asked amused taking his feet off the table and setting them on the floor as she tried to get up but fell over on the wood. He'd decided to just let her sleep on the bed and for him to relax in the chair. Which wasn't too comfortable.
"What am I doing in here?" She mumbled trying to stop the room from spinning. "Did you get me drunk?" She asked with a scowl in his direction since she couldn't see all that well with the brain fog.
"No," Jack lied standing up and walking over to her. "The sail swung back and hit you in the head."
Fiona winced and looked at him hard, but his voice sounded sincere so she believed him. "How long have I been out?"
"A few hours," He told her offering his hand to her.
"Thanks," She said gratefully taking the extended hand and pulling herself up only to sit back on the edge of the bed and rub her temples.
Jack grunted a reply and sat down next to her. She looked a lot different in broad daylight, all her scars and bruises seemed to stand out a lot more, as did her odd multicolored pants.
"What's under your shirt?" He asked without even really meaning to. Fiona looked at him oddly than remembered that they didn't have bikinis in whatever time POTC was set in.
"A bikini top," She said in a very low tone, it hurt her head to talk in a louder voice.
"And what is that?" He urged, he didn't think she'd actually answer his question, as it was a little blunt.
"Something you swim in," she mumbled tiredly lying down on the bed again.
"You get tired a lot," He commented out loud a little amused.
"You would too if you'd been in my shoes the past week," She said in self- defense.
"Actually your shoes look a little small for me," Jack said humoring her as he glanced down at her odd boots.
"Haha," She said unenthusiastically. "Can I go back to the brig now?"
"Why?" Jack asked a little puzzled at her question. "Don't you want to stay up here?"
"I'm not too comfortable sleeping in the same bed with a stranger," She told him blinking as she began to be able to see more details on his face.
"Well I'm not a stranger, you already knew me before I knew you," He disagreed grinning. He was getting on her nerves, he could tell.
"You know exactly what I mean," She snapped. "And I honestly don't think you're mature enough,"
"I'm not going to try anything since-" He stopped himself before he finished his sentence. He didn't want her to know he knew about Noack10.
"Since?" She asked curious as to why he stopped mid sentence.
"Since I've only known you a day and you would kick my ass," He covered up quickly making her grin.
"So you're mature enough to handle me sleeping next to you in a room, alone?" She asked not so sure about it.
"We're responsible enough don't you think?" He asked getting up and walking over to the table. It was at that moment when Fi noticed her jacket was on the floor and not on her body.
"You undressed me?" She asked almost in a yell.
Jack turned around and shook his head. "No, well yes." He said as another story concocted in his mind.
"You were getting all sweaty and hot so I took it off, is that a problem?"
Fiona was about to say yes but then disregarded it.
"No,"
Jack grinned. "Good,"
"But you start to take off my pants and I will kill you,"
He gave an uneasy laugh at the tone of her voice. "Of course not."
Jack watched intently as Fiona began to unlace her boots. It was odd to him that she wouldn't remember anything after she'd gotten drunk.
"Sergeant are you up to a game?" He asked sitting down in a chair and picking up a banana that was in the bowl on the table.
"No, but go ahead," She told him trying to undo one of the knots.
"In this world of yours, are there pirates?"
"Uhh, yes, but not the kind like you are. They're a lot more ruthless and are extremely rich."
"You don't think pirates these days are ruthless?" He asked somewhat shocked at her answer.
"Yes I do, but just in case you're wondering, no I don't think you are,"
"You don't?"
"No, I don't, for starters you didn't kill me when I had a gun to your head. Second you haven't raped me, even though you've had plenty of moments to do so. And thirdly, you were kind enough to let me ask you questions."
"Doesn't mean I'm not," He defended. "I'm having a bit of compassion towards you since you are a woman and all,"
"So that fact that I can kill you still doesn't make you take any more precaution towards me?" Fiona asked glancing up at him not believing him.
"No," He told her. Sure she was intimidating but she wasn't going to kill him, not unless he tried to kill her, which he didn't plan on anytime soon.
Fiona growled as the boot stuck to her foot as she tried to pull it off.
"Captain Sparrow can I ask you what you plan on doing with me?"
Jack thought. He hadn't really planned that all out yet, he was still trying to figure out just exactly where she was from.
"Probably drop you off somewhere,"
"Lovely," She said, the sarcasm reeking in her voice.
"Well what else am I supposed to do?" He wanted to know.
"Give me my radio and let me contact my chalk." She suggested as she kicked off the boot and started on the other one.
"I could, but what will that help?" He asked, he really didn't see the point if she was stuck in his world.
"Don't argue with me Captain," She warned looking up at him.
"Which rank is higher, Sergeant or Captain?" Jack wanted to know, he could out rank her, and that would give him the upper hand.
"Well technically you do but as considering you are just a captain of a ship created by Disney you don't,"
"But I still do, technically," He said with a grin glad to know he did have some power over her.
"I'm going to wipe that smug grin right off your face if you don't stop." She warned giving him an icy glare.
"Oh really Sergeant?" He asked amused, what could she possibly do?
Fiona didn't reply instead she picked up her discarded boot and chucked it at his face.
"Damn it Fiona!" He yelled as the hard leather made contact with his face.
"I warned you," She reminded taking off her other boot and setting it on the floor beside her.
"Well that's nice, but you don't throw things at me savvy?" He told her taking the boot and looking at it closer.
"Well when you're being an arrogant creep you deserve nothing more,"
"That may be true," Jack said, admitting that he did act a little holier than thou sometimes. "But I don't appreciate that!"
"Well I don't appreciate you being sexist," Fiona told him than immediately wished she could take it back.
"What was that now?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow at her. He didn't know she thought like that.
"Sexist not sexy!" She cried out not wanting him to get any ideas.
"Well I don't think I'm that bad looking, if I may say so myself," He told her buffing his nails on his shirt.
"Your impossible," She sighed leaning her head against the bed. She did admit he was attractive but way to conceited about it.
"Hungry?" Jack asked beginning to peel the banana he still held in his other hand. h Fiona nodded and slowly got up.
***