A/N: This is the second chapter today folks. Review please!
"Yeah, she's smart for a girl her age…" Will said, nodding.
"And what would tha' be?"
"Ah… I do not know. I assume her twenties… perhaps younger," Will muttered.
Jack snorted. He turned his attention back to his compass for a moment, and then turned back to Will.
"Congratulations mate," Jack smiled. He would make a good father, he assumed.
By that time, the sky was beginning to turn red, and the sun was a deep red hanging over the ocean. Jack sighed; he had not slept yet, but took duty over the few that were hung-over.
Turning to Will he said, "Well, best get that cot out, mate. I know!" He said, before Will could interrupt. "But if you decide ye wan' to consider it, well, this is yer only chance…"
Will nodded. "Where is it?"
"Me side cabin," Jack said, he pulled out the large key and handed it to Will. "This gets you in the cabin, and you just go to the left."
"Right, then." Will took the key and left for the cabin. He went below, where it was still dark, and headed for Jack's cabin. He put the key in a lock and opened the door, it smelled strongly of rum. He grinned figuring that Jack would always keep his cabin this way. He turned and shut the door and put the key in his pocket. Several bottles of rum lay on the ground but, other than that, it was clean. The desk was in order, and his bed was even clean. Will went to the side cabin and opened it up. It appeared this was a storage room for Jack. He found the cot folded under a crate of what Will assumed was rum. He put the rum on the ground and took the cot in his hands. It was big and it took Will two hands to carry it. He exited the side cabin and put down the cot. He picked it up again ad made sure he was not going to step on any rum bottles; he made his way over to the door. He set down the cot again and opened the door. Picking up the cot, he scooted his way to the hallway and set the cot down again. He turned and shut the door, locking it with the key. He picked up the cot and made his way a few yards to the first mate's cabin. It was damp and musty, figuring no one had used it since the days of Barbossa.
He went in the room and set the cot down in the dark. He went to the hallway and took the single torch that lit it up. He took it in the room and found a spot to set it in the wall. The room was worse than he thought. It had a thick layer of dust lying on top of everything. There was only a cabinet and a side table. Will sighed. He knew Elizabeth would have a fit if she saw this. He decided he would clean it quickly, and make his way back to the deck. Therefore, he snuck over to the storage room.
Trying to be very quiet, he opened the door, thankful to see the candle extinguished, but a pink glazing over the room. What he did not notice was the pistol he faced.
"What do ye think you're doin'?" Octavia asked.
"Where'd you get that pistol?" Will retorted.
"Ye only left yer effects in plain site…" Octavia smiled. Octavia smiled as Will's face flushed, she put a finger to her lips with her free had and pointed to Elizabeth; who had not yet awoken to find this site.
"Can I have them back, Captain?" He put emphasize on the word, "Captain". She shrugged, and laughed.
"I'll leave ye to the mercy of yer wife," She let her voice trail off. She smirked when he clenched his fists. "Temper, temper…"
She uncocked the pistol and put it on the floor. She pushed it to his feet where he picked it up and put it in his waistband. He took his scabbard and put it in his belt. Elizabeth was just waking, her eyes sleepy when she noticed Will.
"Good morning, darling," He said walking over to her and kissing her forehead. Octavia gagged in disgust.
"Morning," She replied sleepily. She smiled and rubbed her eyes. "I think I would like to go on deck today."
"Are you sure? How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine. I could do with a cup of tea but, other than that- I'm fine," she said, sitting up. She looked a little bit better, but Will still looked doubtful.
"Oh no, yer no' goin' on deck," Octavia said. "I 'aver been here a lot longer than you and I've yet to go on deck."
Suddenly, Jack stood in the doorway. "Tis a shame, eh luv?" He said.
"Jack-"
"Captain," He corrected. "If ye gimme yer word, ye won't harm me crew, or ship, or anything rebellious… ye can go aboard."
"But-"
He cut her off. "Ye'll also 'ave to 'elp Cotton serve food, as ye can't do anythin' else- yet"
She pondered it for a moment. He really did not leave her anything to do-except escape.
"Ye can't escape either," He added seeing the look on her face. "Dowe 'ave an accord?" He held out his hand.
"Aye," She said, and shook his hand. They both tightened their grip, to where their hands loss feeling completely. She tried to cover herself as best as she could, as she was still in a corset, showing off her figure.
"Nothin' I haven' seen, luv," Jack said with a smirk. "Now if ye'll excuse me…" He left the room and shut the door. Octavia sighed.
"Daft…" Octavia muttered incoherently about Jack.
"Who?" Elizabeth asked.
"Bloody Jack," Octavia said, letting herself drop on the bed, flat. Elizabeth did not even flinch, figuring she would have to get used to a sailors mouth. Will decided it would be better to jus sit quietly and stroke Elizabeth's arm.
"Well, Elizabeth," Will started, after minutes of uncomfortable silence. "I am cleaning up, but before I do, I'll get you a cup of tea."
"Thank you," Elizabeth said, grinning at him.
"Do ye think it'd be alrigh' if I take this bloody thing off?" Octavia asked the couple.
"Erm, well, you'll have to ask Adellaide…" Will said, blushing.
"Do you mind getting' her for me?" Octavia asked, putting on an innocent face.
"Of course. I'll get Adellaide and Elizabeth's tea," He said, getting up.
With that, he made sure he had his effects and left the room. He grabbed a mop and the bucket on his way out. He put them in the first mate's room, bumping into the crew, who had just woken. Will kept to his work though, not wanting it to seem obvious that he had not slept the night before. He gently knocked on Adellaide's door. She opened it and returned to her room; which for the moment was the sick bay, but she had had Jack close off a section with a curtain, for some privacy. She had on practical clothes for a pirate ship: trousers, and a cotton shirt. Both were simple and plain, but hugged her fragile outline. She had just finished re-plaiting her hair into it's usual three French braids and stood up.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Octavia asked for you," Will said. Nodding he left the room and walked out. He went to the kitchen where Cotton was already fixing breakfast for the many crewmembers; they waited eagerly, even though the meal was usually tasteless but they did not care usually.
Will entered the kitchen where Cotton was stirring something that had not specific taste or smell. In fact, it did not have much of a color either. Will asked for the tea and Cotton pointed to a small drawer when in a tin tea was held. Will quickly boiled water, and fixed the tea. He head back towards the cabin, hearing shouts amongst the women in the cabin. He entered to see Octavia standing up, and Adellaide blocking her entrance.
"You haven't properly healed yet," Adellaide said. "But if yo want to gain an infection to that-" She poked the wound as Octavia tensed.
"It's no' like I am goin' to be fightin'!" Octavia said. "I am just cookin'. Maybe a little bit more!"
"Go right ahead," Adellaide said. She threw Will a sharp look- as if it were his fault. He smiled his apologies. "Don't take off the corset!" She warned.
"Do you have any extra clothes?" Octavia asked Will. He looked uncomfortably until Elizabeth giggled.
"You could borrow some old things of the crew's…" Will mused.
"Wonderful. Can I get them?"
"Actually they're in the sick bay…" Will let his voice trail off.
"That's where that girl is staying!" Octavia gasped.
"Oh yes!" Will said, pretending to be concerned. He tended to Elizabeth handed her the tea and Octavia sat on the bed. "Well, you had better get in there and get them. Might want to-"
"Apologize? I s'ppose!" Octavia threw the couple a look. "But only so I can earn my keep- even if I am 'ere against my will!"
Octavia walked down to the sick bay, and knocked on the door. Adellaide opened it and threw out some old clothes, including a shirt and breeches.
"Thank you," Octavia said simply to the shut door. She was not going to apologize until she had to. She knew it would be rude to ask Elizabeth and Will to leave the room to change, so she went into a musty old room. She was surprised to see the window opened. Assured no one was going to open the door, she began to undress.
Will decided he had better get cleaning that room if he wanted it done in time to eat. He opened the door, to see Octavia half-naked.
"Why don't you just paint my portrait?" Octavia sneered turning around, so all he saw was her back.
"I-" He started.
"Get the crew too!" Octavia snapped.
"Sorry!"
Then he shut the door. He shook it off, deciding not to mention to anyone. He went to the kitchen and sat down to eat. Next to him was John O'Nikels. He was a tall, burly Irish man with a shaved head, and a bright red beard. To those that did not know him he seemed unusual. However, to those that did know him, he was a loud cheerful man who drank his liquor like water. He was teasing Anamaria along with Joshua Keane, who had taken a liking to Anamaria. She seemed not to have noticed. On the other side of Will was Anamaria. She was smiling and shaking her head.
"Morning'," Will said to Anamaria. She returned the greeting.
"So then," Josh began. "I snuck up behind 'er, and yelled, 'Evenin' She nearly wet herselv, she did!"
The table erupted in laughter; Anamaria took the teasing good heartedly. After the table quieted Anamaria retorted, "Ye forgot how I decked ye one, Keane!"
Will had just began to finish off his breakfast, when Octavia strode into the kitchen. Her eyes were searching and she spotted Will. She began to walk over and Will panicked.
"So, does everyun get to see me stark nekkid firs' thin' in the mornin'?" She yelled at him, knocking over his water onto the floor. He just looked at her.
"What's wrong, Will?" John asked, a smile creeping on his face.
"I walked in on her! How was I suppose to know she was changing in the first mate's room?" He cried.
Again, the table was choking back laughter after a look from Octavia.
"What are ye doin' out of the room?" John Smith asked.
"I was suppose to help in the kitchen!" She said.
"Aye. Well, lass, yer a bit late…" Josh said.
"Apparently!" She asked. She stormed off into the kitchen leaving the table in laughter. At least everyone took it well. Will worried how the noon meal was going to look to him though, after hearing some loud clangs in the kitchen and Cotton's parrot screeching, "Dance the jig!" Will smiled to himself, and reminded himself to look for anything suspicious when it came time to eat again.
A/N: That's all I have written right now!
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