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The storm was so severe that it blew the ship off course by ten miles. Jack was so enraged that it took Gibbs and several other strong men to restrain him so he wouldn't rip the map into tiny shreds. They shoved a bottle of rum in his face and he guzzled it down, Gibbs and Kilie were finally able to convince him to go to his quarters and take a nap, under the repeated assurance that they would continue sailing on to the island and the promise that they would stay on task and on course. They were not to stop or change directions for any reason… other than the chance that there was a barrel of rum floating out on the sea; in which case the Captain ordered them to rouse him immediately.
What Jack, Kilie or the rest of the crew failed to understand was that the storm had no only thrown them off course by a few miles, but had brought them ever closer to Captain Bronze's ship, who stalked them stealthily like a cat.
"Razzle! A report on the Black Pearl's whereabouts if you please!" Captain Bronze barked at one of his crewmembers as he sat in his quarters, feet on the desk, twirling a dagger slowly in his hands.
"Uh, We- we lost sight of them in the storm- but not to worry Cap'n… I'm sure they never even saw us… they made no attempt to turn around. I think Jack's more focused on getting to the Island that anything else. He doesn't even suspect that anyone would follow him… let alone know about the island." Razzle boasted, smiling.
A grueling chuckle escaped Bronze's cracked lips at the news; his greenish teeth were almost moldy looking. He stood, coming out of the shadows to Razzle. His face was scarred, and one eye was a solid misty blue, useless to see out of, but it made his figure all the more menacing and his stringy, greasy grey hair was likened to seaweed. "Well, we'll have te do our best to form a celebration party for our Captain Jack Sparrow when he finds his treasure… and perhaps… award him a gift or two." He stroked his blade with a sinister grin.
Razzle grinned. "Aye Captain."
The sun was already down under the sea level, when Jack finally gave over control of the helm to Anna Maria, he was content with the progress they had made to the Island, having to make up extra time with the ship being blown off course. But as long as the wind held up and remained as strong as it was now, they should make it to the Island before the week was out.
Jack plodded down the stairs and went below decks, passing the crew's quarters to his own. He opened his door with a creek and shut it slowly, removing his hat and placing it on his desk where the map was sprawled out over most of the space it provided. He slipped off his boots and Jacket almost all at once before plopping face first onto his bed, letting out a heavy, tired sigh.
About twenty minutes later there came a knock on his door. Jack let out a slightly irritated groan and flipped over onto his back, facing the ceiling wit his eyes closed. "What! What the bleeding hell is it now? Can't ye see I'm trying to get some rest!"
"Sorry, I'll- I'll just leave you're dinner at your door."
Jack recognized the soft voice as Kilie and quickly opened his eyes, sitting up. "No, wait! Kilie, come on in, please."
The door opened and Kilie came in holding a tray with a few assorted fruits, some salted pork, a few slices of bread and a bottle of rum displayed on it.
Jack rose from his bed and closed the door softly behind her. Kilie gave him a strange look for his reaction, but shrugged it off and placed the tray on a table that wasn't too badly cluttered.
She stood back then and smiled. "Sorry it's a little late… but some of the salted pork wasn't any good and Gibbs and I had to sift some of it out."
Jack smiled, his eyes dancing over her frame. "Thank you luv… much appreciated."
There was a bit of an awkward silence between them as they stood only a few feet from each other, and Kilie began to fidget with her hair, which was now down and flowing freely about her.
"Well, I'll leave you to your meal then… see you in the morning Jack."
Kilie turned to go, but Jack had grabbed a hold of her arm, spinning her around to face him. Her green eyes searched his for an answer to a question she seemed to already know. Jack placed a tanned hand around the small of her back and pulled her closer, grabbing her face with the other and slowly but firmly pressing his lips onto hers. He hesitated but then forced his tongue into her mouth pushing the kiss deeper.
Kilie's arms flew up and she shoved him off of her, Jack broke his kiss and stumbled back a few steps.
Kilie glared at him and wiped her mouth; she shot daggers at him and spun around on her heels like lightning, heading for the door.
Jack cursed himself and walked briskly after her. "Kilie… luv, I'm sorry. I just thought-"
"Yeah, well you thought wrong!" Kilie spat her words at him as she turned to face him.
Jack held up his hands in front of him "Look Luv, I'm sorry but it's not like we haven't come close to it before… I just wanted-"
Kilie interrupted him. "You wanted? Well, what about what I want? So what, you're the Captain and that gives you the right to just do whatever it is you have the itch to do?"
Jack became a little flustered, his eye's narrowed. "Well then Miss Kilie… what do YOU want?"
Kilie stared him down for a moment… before she threw herself onto him in a somewhat heated kiss, knocking Jack back a few feet. He raced to grab her, and fell back onto his bed, letting out a grunt as she landed on top of him, still kissing him madly. His hands worked at her sash and undid it with swift skill. He then began to tug at her shirt, placing his hands underneath the cloth, stroking her stomach and slowly working his way up higher. He began to kiss her neck and then he stopped, looking Kilie in the eyes for a moment, he grabbed hold of her waist with both hands and rolled her over onto her back so that HE was now on top. Jack returned to kissing her neck, and began working his hands up her shirt again.
Kilie blinked and went ridged… she shook and began trying to push Jack off of her. Jack stopped his advances and raised his head to face her.
"What's wrong luv?"
"Get off of me… now" Kilie replied, a hint of desperation in her voice.
Jack just gave her a confused glare.
"GET OFF!" Kilie pushed harder this time and managed to shove Jack off of her, she sat up. "Oh God… what the hell was that?"
Jack still lay on the bed, looking at her quizitivly "Well luv… that was what most people call foreplay, which is SUPPOSED to lead up to sex… not slamming your partner into the wall…" He then grinned, "Unless you like it rough…"
Kilie's face looked as though she was going to throw up. She stood and gathered her sash into her hands. Walking briskly for the door. Jack scrambled to his feet and raced past her to the door, blocking it from her.
"Let me out" she said warningly.
"Not until we talk this out." Jack snapped back
Kilie sighed and looked at him. "There's nothing to talk about… it was a stupid mistake… and I promise it won't happen again."
Jack raised an eyebrow, "How is this a mistake?" she could tell there was a hint of hurt in his words.
Kilie shook her head, "Because it- it just IS alright? Just a moment of weakness that's all… now open the Goddamned door."
Jack stood his ground… and hoped that a good slapping wasn't heading his way. "Isn't this somethin' you wanted?"
"No… I mean yes… look, it's complicated alright?" Kilie huffed and pushed him away from the door, opening it. She turned around to face him. "Goodnight Captain." Her words were flat as she walked off to the crew's quarters.
Jack stood there, unable to say anything in response… unable to stop her. 'Jesus… what a complicated woman' he thought to himself. He shut his door and sat back down on his bed, trying to assess what had just happened. He knew she had to have SOME sort of feelings for him… I mean, why would she be so willing to jump his bones if she didn't? He liked a challenge, this much was true; but he was really beginning to tire of this game. He had already cracked tonight, and so had she… he sighed in exasperation, the sexual tension between them was getting thicker by the day. He didn't know how much more he could take. Hell, he'd barely been able to keep it down this long. He lay back down, staring into the flame of the candle by his bedside. "Bloody women." He muffled to himself.
