There'll be no livin' with her after this

Chapter 9-On the seas

Disclaimer: No, I don't own POTC

The ship creaked, and rocked; a storm had been brewing for at least a week, now. Jade looked out the cabin window, watching the waves as they crashed against the ship. The ship suddenly lurched, and Jade fell back, putting a hand to her stomach. She was beginning to feel uncomfortably sick. Getting her bearings, she threw a cloak about her shoulders, and went up to the deck, believing some fresh air would make her feel better. The wind was strong and cold and the rain droplets were icy against her face.

"Ye alrigh', lass?" a rough-looking pirate came up to her and asked.

"Oui. Treis…" she stopped as a strong gust of wind suddenly came, knocking her back.

The pirate put his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

"Come on, lass. S' not safe up here. Per'aps we'd best let ye rest in the galley, eh?"

He took her down, and handed her a bottle of rum. Jade looked at it curiously. Perhaps she had seen it before (or had it?) It even smelled familiar. The pirate left, and Jade took the cork out of the bottle, and tasted some. She then knew exactly what it was—Jack. ……………………………………………………………………………………………..

"Storm's not good, Captain", the pirate said.

"Aye, Gibbs", Jack said, keeping his eyes to the horizon.

"Checked up on that lass."

"Aye, Gibbs."

"The storm seems to be gettin' worse."

"Aye…"

"As is our luck…"

"Gibbs, I know what you're trying to say, so don't even bloody start", Jack said, whirling around. "We've sailed with a bonny lass before; we can do it again."

Gibbs was about to say something, when Jack began again.

"You know very well Gibbs, that the only way the lass could bring us bad luck, is if the mates start bloody going after her."

"And how are we to prevent that?" Gibbs asked, lifting his eyebrows, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Gibbs, ye better not bloody…!"

"T'was not serious, Jack."

"Jus' keep to the code", he answered, dismissing him, with a tinge of anger in his voice.

Jack was not even going to let the mates come 10 feet close to her. No; she was his.

Oh dear, Jack feeling a bit greedy? Jack chuckled to himself, remembering the good ol' days—no, months—spent in Tortuga; women literally throwing themselves at him. He was a player with every bloody strumpet there, assuredly. But was he playing his way with Jade? Jack wasn't sure of himself. He hoped his usual self wouldn't lead to bad habits. But, more and more, he felt it was hard to resist, with a girl like Jade on board. ………………………………………………………………………………………………

Jade tried not to blush, as she thought about the kiss again. It was unexpected, but Jade didn't mention anything of it, or, in the least, not welcome it. She brushed her thoughts away; it was inappropriate to think of such, lest think they actually meant something.

'He's gone much farther with hundreds of girls, all strumpets', she knew in her heart, and suddenly felt resentful.

I hate how short I made this chapt...I may lengthen it in the near future... (Aug. 26, 2005)