Chapter nine: America
Four days later dawned sullen and sodden. I didn't seem to be on speaking terms with anyone and was starting to wonder if I would just stay in America. My fear of indians was the only thing that kept me from deciding wether or not to.
"Drop the anchor! We can't go much further." I heard Jack's cry from atop. I closed my book by Shakespear and gave a huge sigh. I really hadn't spoken to Jack since he read my journal. I wasn't sure if he would treat me the same.
"Coral! Get your bloody arse up here so we can go ashore!" Yup. He was fine. I threw on a hat I had stolen(not really) from AnaMaria and half ran half walked out of the cabin and on deck. I saw not too far away, America.
It was gray, it was green, it was rocky looking. I didn't like it.
"Ok. We've seen America...Can we leave now?" I asked Jack, looking questionably at the shore line.
"Haha. Yur not gettin off so easy." He said, picking me up by the waist and throwing me over the railing, dropping me down into a row boat. I landed with a thump and it took about five minutes just for me to get turned up right. After I was settled in by a flustered Will and Derack, Jack dropped in as graceful as one could be when you had a belt full of pistols that also had to hold up your stripes and tails.
"Row!" Jack barked sitting down opposite me. We silently glided through the water. The current was very strong and for a moment, I thought we would be tossed overboard into the sea.
"Now, listen to me." Jack said, catching my chin in his hand and twisting my head around to face him. "You are to stick close at all times. Understand?" I nodded but he still kept his grasp on my chin. He studied me for a moment. "You look better with short hair." He said before releasing me. I furrowed my brow and looked away. I didn't like it when people would say things like that. Call me weird, but I didn't really like affection shown towards me. After that we were at the shore. I noticed, that not far down there was a pier. I looked back over at Jack.
"Why didn't we dock?"
"Well, Coral...Yu have to remember...We are pirates. Everyone is after us, including the sick thing they call law over here. I looked back over at must be a town.
"Are we to go at least in the town?"
"Not really, just the outskirts." We all jumped from the boat, and this time no one offered me a hand. As best as I could, without getting totally drenched, I alighted.
"Come on!" Jack said impatiently to me, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me up the small beach and into the woods not too far away. "Hurry up girl! Do you want to get spoted?" I ran as best I could to keep up with his fast pace. We reached a small clearing in the brush and Jack gave a small wistle.I was about to question about it when a man came through the trees. He looked almost identical to Jack, except his long hair wasn't all matty and dirty, but wavy and clean. His face had recently been washed and shaved and he wore clean clothes.
"Sam," Jack said stepping forward.
"Jack," The man named Sam said stifly.
"Did you get it?" Jack asked in a low voice.
"No."
"WHAT!" He whispered in harsh voice.
"I had trouble getting it," They both realized that Derack, Will, David, and myself were watching them.
"Oh, men, and lady, this is me younger brother, Samuel." Jack said, gesturing to him.
"Pleased to meet you." Sam said in a tight voice. "Which one of yous is the lady?" He asked. I let out a disbelieving noise. "I take you are. Sorry, but with that hat on, and your clothes the way they are, you merely look like a feminine man." I snorted.
"Does she speak?" He asked Jack. He shrugged."Because all I hear are animal sounds."
"What, do you want me to bark like a dog?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
"Well, your being a real bitch." Derack interjected. I turned to face him.
"I know you are but what am I?"
"Your a bloody nuicance thats what!" Jack shouted, silencing our spat. I blinked. Jack turned back to Sam.
"Where is it?"
"Its at Gerogia's house. Come on." Sam took off for the woods and we had little choice but to follow. After half an hour of tramping through woods, we came to what looked like outskirts to a town.
"Stay here, I'll go get her." Sam said before nimbly dissapring from sight. I turned to Jack.
"Are you going to say what is going on?" I asked, hands on my hips.
"Later." He mumbled. I noticed he was way more alert than usual. He would look around, and even sinff the air as if trying to detect if we were being followed.
"Jack, I refuse-"
"Shut up!" He hissed. There were footsteps and soon Sam reapered with a tall and georgous woman following him.
"Where is it?" Jack asked this woman.
"Here." She reached over and deposited what looked like something wrapped in a handkerchief into his hand. He pocketed it and asked her:
"Can we lay low at your house?" She nodded and bid for us to follow her. We walked through every alley and back street till we came to what looked like the back of a brothel. We went through the door back there and up some dark steps before we came to a hallway with many rooms.
"I only have two rooms left...One for the lady and the men in the other?" Jack let out a bark like laugh.
"Nah...We aren;t all squeezing into a room. I will share a room with the lady and the others in the other room. It wil be almost even." I opened my mouth to protest but was shoved into the room I would be forced to share with Jack. A few lanterns were burning and I got a good look around. The decor must have been French whore house. There was a large bed, and thats it. No chairs, no tables and only a small bucket that I figured was the loo.
"I am not sharing this room with you." I said stubbornly, turning to face him.
"Too bad...I will sleep on the floor if that makes you feel any more comfortable." I sighed and paced the room.
"How long are we going to be here?" I fired at him.
"Only one night."
"What was that thing the chic gave to you?"
"Nothing of your concern."
"You really piss me off."
"Thats nice."
"I mean reallllllllllly piss me off."
"Ye were singing a different tune in your journal." I turned red. He came up very close to me. "You run hot and cold, love."
"Dont call me love." I hissed. He grabbed my wrist to prevent me from walking away.
"I will call you whatever the hell I want." He said in a low and husky voice.
"Jack," But before I could finish he kissed me. It was a very soft and gentle, the type that made you want to kiss back. If you were a normal person. I jerked away. He looked down at me with a hurt look in his eyes.
"Sorry, but...I just dont like kisses."
"...Don't like kisses? What are you? Because your not normal."
"Oh thanks...I like being told Im not normal."
"Hey now...This went from a nice situation into an argument."
"It's your fault."
"What?"
"Exactly."
I spun away from him. And sat down on the bed. "Hope the floors
comfortable."
