Ok, Im going to put it to the vote...Who would the people rather Coral to end up with? Just lemme know who you think she should be with...Jack, or Will.
Chapter Twelve: Happiness is a warm gun
I didn't dress fancy to go to Jack's room to eat. I barely even combed down my short hair. But I did give my face a good stare down in the mirror. My eyes seemed even bigger now that my hair was short. My lips, usually pressed to thinness, were a dull pink, and because I hadn't had that rich and heavy food I was used to at Court, my cheeks sunk in a bit, giving me a hollow look. I rolled my eyes and just turned away from the mirror. It never did me any good. I walked out of my cabin, slamming the door a little.
I had only been in the Captain's cabin once, and that was just to tell him some bullshit about the mast. I had stood there in the doorway the whole time. But now, as I stepped up to the door, and knocked, I knew it would be...different.
"Jack!" I called out, rapping loudly on the door. "Jack? Its me! Lemme in!" Still no answer. I took a few liberties and walked in. I was pissed at what I saw. He was living fancy! His cabin was like, five times bigger than mine, had a real bed with a down mattress, a loo with a tub that could fit like...three, and so many other things.
"What are you doing in here?" I heard Jack bellow, storming into the room.
"I was just waiting for you..." I stammered.
"So! You could have waited outside!" He screamed at me. I was starting to become afraid. I turned on my heal and fled out of his cabin and ran as fast as I could into mine. I slammed the door and locked it, as well as putting my chair under the knob. I sat there on the floor, shaking a bit. I was usually never afraid of people, but there was something in Jacks eyes that had scared me.
\\\/We encountered a horrible storm that night. I, being of no use what-so-ever stayed in my cabin, occasionaly getting tossed around a bit. Once in my chair, the ship jerked so violently that I went flying across my room, hitting the wall with considerable force. After what seemed like a million years, there was a banging at my door, and it flew open. I couldn't help it, I screamed.
Jack was standing there, illuminated by a lightning strike, in my doorway.
"I'm not here to kill you." He said nasitly, and walked in, shutting the door.
"Go away." I gasped out, trying to catch my breath.
"Do you still want to learn how to shoot? Now is as good a time as any." I glared at him.
"The only thing I would shoot, Jack Sparrow, is you."
"Ah, happines is a warm gun, sweet Coralie." He said, giving me a sardonic smile. I was confused. He wasn't acting his normal Jack-like self.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked, staring him down.
"Nothing. Cant someone be in a mood other than happy, or drunk?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Have you been doing drugs? Opium, or anything? For all I know, you could have gotten some Indian crap that short time we were in America. You are not yourself."
"Well now, your jest going to have to trust me, aint ya?" I stood up and walked towards him. My nose reached his mouth perfectly, and I gave a great sniff.
"You've been smoking the ganja!" I accused. He gave me an odd look. "What?" I asked exastperatly.
"I thought you were going to kiss me." He said in a deflated voice. I rolled my eyes, and surprising myself, I stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a hard, yet short kiss.
"There." I turned away but he grabbed my arm and swung me back around, pushing me up againts the wall and kissing me long and softly. He lifted me up and we stood there for a moment, kissing, until I, like always, broke away.
"Jack!" I gasped, breaking away from his lucious lips.
"Hmm?" He asked, eyes still closed. I searched around for what to say, or do, then I slapped him. His eyes snapped open and he glared at me. "What was that for!" He demanded.
"I dunno!" I cried."I just dont know what to feel!" He sighed and let go of me, taking a step back to look me up and down.
"You can feel like, or love even. Distatse, or hate. But you dont need to be slapping me. What made you dispise affection so? I'm lucky to get a small peck off of you." I put my hands over my eyes, trying to think of proper words.
"My uncle was...overly affectionate when I was little." I finally admitted. I buried my face in my hands again. I felt Jacks strong hands gently pluck mine away from my screwed up face.
"Open your eyes." He said quitely. I slowly opened them, and saw he was inches away from my face.
"Did you ever tell anyone?" He asked, slowly.
"No."
"And this is the reason why you dont like affection." It was more a statement than a question.
"Yes." I answered anyway.
"Hmm. Yes. Would you ever have sex again?" My mouth fell open.
"Thats it! Thats why you wanted to know about it all! So you can bed me! Elizabeth said this was going to happen. And its true! You just want to find a way into my knickers, so you can later drop me off at a port, just like you did to Elizabeth!" I screamed.
"First, I never bedded Elizabeth, nor do I ever want to. Secondly, it was a simple question, and if you had let me finish you would know why I wanted to know. And thirdly, David is going to accompany Elizabeth in England...they are engaged." I blinked a few times, then found my tounge again.
"Why did you really want to know?" I asked calmly.
"Because you fool!" He cried out, almost laughing. "I wanted to know because I was thinking about askin you to maybe marry me, and I do want kids!." I almost swooned.
"I don't know if I feel exactly like that to you Jack..." I said meekly.
"Is there someone else?" He growled.
"Well, I mean, Will--"
"WILL!" He bellowed. He turned from me and stormed out of the cabin. I quickly followed him as he barged into Will's cabin. He pulled out his pistol.
"What the hell?" Will shouted, jumping up from his desk chair.
"You."
"Jack!" I screamed, beating on his back. "He doesn't know I feel that way! Dont be bloody trigger happy! Doing this is not going to win my favour." Jack slowly lowered his pistol, and gave a deep rattling sigh.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Will demanded. I noticed a letter on his desk that he had been writing. He saw me looking at it, and he snatched it up.
"Never mind." Jack mumbled and stalked out.
"What...?" Will directed to me. I shrugged, and went back to my cabin, and to a dreamless sleep.
