AN: YAY! Another Chapter. Hey, I'm gonna stop with the Jack POV/Libba POV thing, it just gets annoying.
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"Why the fuck do I have to be so huge?" Libba mumbled to herself as she pulled the breeches on.
Jack P.O.V.
Jack heard this and at first, he wasn't sure if he was hearing her correctly, but then she repeated herself. What in the blazes was she talkin' about?
Chapter Three
Jack walked up to the closet door and gently tapped it.
"Are ye alright luv?" Jack asked.
There was a grunt, followed by a falsely cheerful, "Just fine!"
Jack didn't care to question her anymore. Maybe she was considered normal in her world. Maybe, in her world, all women were like her. Jack shuddered at the thought.
There were more grunts comming from behind the door and Jack wondered if she was having trouble fitting into his clothes. How could that be? The lass was a waif!
"Are ye sure yer not hungry?" Jack asked, remembering the bones.
"I'm sure." Came the quick reply.
'What's taking her so long?', Jack wondered. At that precise moment, the closet door swung open and the girl walked out. His clothes were much too loose on her. Parts of his trousers where any other woman would fill out were hanging awkwardly on her and she had to use one of his sashes to keep them up. Jack's large white shirt was hanging on for dear life and was threatening to fall off completely and she had cleverly left her original shirt under Jack's. For modesty's sake.
"Where do I sleep?" Libba asked Jack as she tried to ignore the fact that his eyes were roaming over her large frame. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the fat that lurked there.
Jack had totally forgotten about that.
"Uh.... Let's see..." the pirate captain mumbled, "We can't 'ave ye on the floor.... Ye'll bruise too easily...."
And that part was true. Libba did bruise easily. Her shoulders were forever blanketed in black and blue from carrying her backpack around school. It wasn't like carrying a backpack was back breaking work, but the straps would rub against her skin and the bones beneath and create awful bruises.
"Well, ye'll just sleep in me bed, til we find ye another place away from the crew." Jack said as he got up.
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"With Will." Of course, Jack didn't know if his friend would share his room with him. Jack, after all, did have a bit of a kicking problem. Not to mention he snored.
Will. Libba almost laughed. JackOC fiction wasn't the only kind of fanfiction Sarah wrote. No siree.
Jack said his good-byes and promptly left his cabin, but not before he reached into a built in storage space and took out a bottle of rum. The good stuff. He really needed it tonight.
Libba lowered herself onto the bed and grimaced as her weight pushed it down. It was nice of him to let her have his room. Even if it was only for a little while.
Jack pulled the blanket up under his chin and huddled into a ball. He was trying to fall asleep under the stars with the moon shining down on him like a real romantic, yet dangerous pirate would, but the hard wood of the deck was keeping him awake, as were the splinters embedding themselves in his back. Yes, Will have rejected him, though Jack couldn't blame him. Especially with the pain the poor whelp had to go through the last time they had to share a room. Well, at least something good came out of that night. Jack woke up knowing that Will wasn't a eunuch after all. And that lifted a giant weight off of Jack's shoulders. He was never really fully himself around the disabled. Like that girl sleeping in his room. She was... eerily thin. Almost too thin to be human.
