Chapter nine.

"Where are we headed to now?" I asked Jack from the bed as he dressed, and put his boots on.
"I was thinking Port Royal. I am allowed to walk freely around there, as long as I don't act like a pirate." I snorted. "But Elizabeth is pregnant, and she wants to go home. Plus we need to relax for a while because of our baby." He stressed "our", but I ignored it.
"Liz is pragnant? Go Will." I said. I got up from the bed, the eider down quilt wrapped around my supple, yet slightly heavy, body.
"I would like to at least rest, and not worry about Dutch stinking Navy Men." I said, and started to dress myself. As I was bending over to grab a pair of pants that Aria had layed on, I got a smack on the butt.
"Your too frisky for your own good." I yelled at Jack, who just gave me a smile. I rolled my eyes. Aria got up and stretched. She jumped off the bed, and went over to Jack.
"Awe, She likes you." I said, as she cozied up to him. She then went over to his jacket that was laying on the floor. I nearly busted a gut when she peed on it.
"Damn dog!" He roared. I picked her up before he kicked her.
"Shes just a puppy." I said, still laughing. "And besides, that's what ya get for leaving your things on the floor."
"Nag nag nag." Was all he said in return. He kicked his jacket away, and walked out of the cabin.
"Daddys in a rage." I said to my stomach. Aria licked my ear.
AnnaMaria came in with what looked like a growth on her neck. It turned out to be Klyde. When he saw me, he jumped off of her and neatly crawled up my back unto my shoulder. He squeaked when he saw Aria. She growled her little puppy growl. AnnaMaria laughed.
"Thank god we got out of that ship...Hes been missing you. He likes me, but your his owner." She pointed to Klyde who was slightly shaking, and making odd noises at Aria.
"Yes. Ive raised him since he was a babe."
"Speaking of babes, when are you do?" She asked before walking out. She was never one to stay long and chat.
"In five months, around November." She nodded and walked away. I sighed. With Aria in my arms, and Klyde on my shoulder, I made my way to the deck. We were making good headway to Port Royal. I was somewhat excited. I had only been there once. My father had taken me to the smithy, and it was before he started to get sick.
I missed him. I must have been staring too long, or something, because Jack came up to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
" Was'Srong?" He asked, as we walked to the helm.
"Nothin. Just thinkin bout my father." He sighed and gripped my shoulders a little harder.
"Are you going to have a crying jag?" He asked in the nicest voice he could muster. I ducked out from his arm.
"If my emotions are too much for you, Sparrow, then I will go somewhere else. Who knows! Maybe I can someone would like to listen to me for once. I'm sure there has to be someone on this ship." And I walked away. This marriage would never work. It just wouldn't. I went to the galley to get an orange. The new crew member, Rob, was there. I sat down.
"Hello, Mrs." He said, saluting me. He gave me a small smile. I smiled back. "Ye look upset. Anything I can do?"
"No. Just a few personal problems, Rob. But thank you. How is life on this ship?" I asked courtiesly.
"Oh, I really love it. Ive always wanted to come on the account. My wife didn't want me to, but I did. I miss my daughter, Pearl. I think thats what drew me to this ship...its name. I am constantly reminded of my family, and its a good thing. I'm sorry, Mrs. I'm rambling." He cut short.
"No, no your not. Besideds, call me Bonnie. I hate "Mrs." its too stuffy." He laughed. He was a good looking man. Fair in the hair and skin. He had brown eyes, but not the same sentiual eyes as Jack's. He was taller than most, and very kind. He would soon become a good friend.
"Thank you...Bonnie." Just as I was about to ask him his wifes name, Jack came barging in.
"Do you ever walk in, or, come in quitely, or even...dare I say it? Knock!" He looked at Rob.
"Out." Rob went as fast as he could, while keeping some of his dignity.
"What did you do that for? I was talking to him!" I cried, and made to get up, but Jack pushed me back down into the chair.
"We are going to talk, missy. And we wont leave this galley until we do!" I rolled my eyes. He took a chair next to me, and held my hand tightly so I couldn't runaway.
"What's the matter?" He demanded.
"I dont know what your talking about." I said stubburnly.
"Yes ya do. Tell me."
"Can't I be unhappy or...depressed, without everyone breathing down my throat?" I asked, getting really irritated.
"Not when yev had a history of suicidal attempts!" He yelled back. I blinked.
"That was low. Besides! It was only one time!" I screamed back.
"But still! I dont want you to die! If you were to kill yourself, or purpously put yerself in harms way, I would kill myself, meet you up in the underworld, and shoot you. Do you hear me? I will kill you again. And it wont be pleasant."
"Why the hell do you care? Do you know, Sparrow, that you have not once, in the whole history of whatever there has been going on between us...that you never said you loved me? At night when we go to bed, all you say is 'Night Bonnie.' Never an, 'I love you', or anything like that!" I was really starting to go off. "I mean, think how I must feel! Take a walk outside your mind, Jack. Tell me how it feels to be the one who turns the knife inside of me. I feel like Im married to a stone! You never told me that you love me." I started to cry.(a/n: I know this sounds all sappy, blah blah blah, but hey! you have to have a little Mary-Sue in any story!) Dont get me wrong now, I NEVER cry. I mean, I was a captain at seventeen, and now at twenty-two I was still rutheless when it came to certain things. But I just bawled. I litteraly had a "crying jag" Jack tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.
"Bonnie!" He said for the fifth time, trying to comfort me.
"No! Just...JUST GO!" But he wouldnt. Dispite all that I said, he still stayed there, trying to hug me, kiss me, and enfold me in his arms. I finally relented. He sat there, him holding me(no mean feet, I was really starting to gain weight) and slightly rocking back and forward. I gave a gusty sigh.
"I do love you." Jack said. He got up and carried me to the cabin.


(a/n: I know this is a short chappy, but Im writing another right now. Review, or Ill stop! Ps: flames are for yellabellys)