Sail On Silver Girl Chapter 5

"Bloody hell!!!" Jack cursed loudly as his forehead connected with his, rather solid, cabin door.  He rubbed his aching head with his right hand while searching blindly for a comforting bottle of rum that he was sure must be laying somewhere in the dark.  A content smile spread slowly across his face as his hands gripped glass.  He uncorked the bottle and took a long swig, tilting his head back.  Outside the cheers of his celebrating crewmembers slowly died away. 

Jack yawned and stretched, staggering over to where he assumed his bed to be.

"Damn the…ouch!" he hissed and stumbled forward, hands searching for support on the bed.  It was then he noticed the unfamiliar dark lump under his covers.  Jack's hands felt a pair of boots and he squinted into the darkness, his brows furrowing anger and confusion. 

"Who the hell dares t' ", he started, but stopped dead in his furious tirade as the figure on his bed shifted.  A piece of fabric slid down the bed, right next to him.  Sam's bandana.  Sam? He was the last one Jack expected to find here, angering the captain in whose debt he was in…after all, he could have just thrown the boy overboard.  Jack was about to start yelling again just as a beam of moonlight found its way through one of the bull's-eyes, bathing the room in silver.  His eyes widened as the light revealed long ebony hair, framing a familiar, somehow yet so different, face. The figure shifted again, mumbling incoherently and freeing a shoulder out of the shirt. Jack's mouth opened in surprise as it revealed well-formed breasts bound down tight by a piece of cloth.  His rum bottle slipped and dropped to the floor with a thud.

"Well that's interesting…" he managed to whisper as he regained his voice. "That's very interesting…". Jack got up slowly, his eyes never leaving the sleeping girl.  He hesitantly reached out to touch her cheek, just to make sure the effects of rum weren't playing a trick on him.  He withdrew his hand quickly and backed up at the warmth radiating off her skin, proving that this was obviously not cause of his drunken imagination. He blinked several times in bewilderment; how could he not have noticed? Was the legendary Jack Sparrow getting weak, was he able to be tricked that easily? A muttering of random words interrupted his train of thought; Jack froze and looked over to the bed.  But Silver did not wake.  His bewilderment soon replaced anger.  What was he supposed to do?? Jack wandered around his cabin restlessly.

Wake her? Why bother! 'I should toss her o'er board the first chance I get' he thought angrily.  'Tricking Captain Jack Sparrow is not something that will be tolerated!'

Jack strode resolutely over to the bed, but stopped short and a sly smile crept across his handsome features.  "Why toss 'er o'er board if I can get me own little revenge first…? Two can play this game…" he whispered to himself and smiled smugly at his own cleverness.  Gently he picked the sleeping figure up, along with her bandana, careful not to wake her.  As the moonlight illuminated her face he couldn't help but notice her beauty…

Jack shook himself out of his daze, reminding him of his plan.  Quietly he opened the door and carried her to her own cabin.

"Sleepwalking…tsk!" he mumbled and gently placed her into her bed. With one last glance he closed the door.  Outside he grinned into the darkness.  This was going to be hell of a lot a'fun…

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It must have been the worst hang over she had ever had. The throbbing and pounding in her head was nearly unbearable. Slowly Silver opened her eyes only to close them again quickly with a groan.  "Blasted sun…" she whimpered and got up, hand shadowing her eyes and using her pillow to cover up the window.  As her eyes adjusted to the light Silver noticed that her bandanna was missing. Frantically she looked around, breathing deeply in relief as she found it on the floor. 'I'm damn lucky no one's burst in yet to wake me…bloody rum, I'll never touch it again!' she promised herself.  Unfortunately, that promise did not last too long…

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Jack turned away and grinned as Silver emerged from below, rubbing her head.

"Bit of a headache there, Sam?" he stressed her name purposely, which caused Silver to narrow her eyes.  No, she was imagining things, there was no way that – Silver shook her head.  'Stop being so paranoid and childish.' She chided herself and went scrubbing the deck.  What she didn't see were Jack's eyes amusedly eying her backside, a big grin plastered on his face…

Jack chuckled as he watched Silver continuing her little masquerade; now, knowing the truth, he actually found it amusing to witness how she covered-up and fooled everyone, although at the same time he felt like whacking himself on the head for being so blind.  'Well, I'll get me own lil' revenge soon enough…jest waiting fer the opportune moment' he thought and grinned wickedly, and he started humming his favorite song, a satisfied smile on his face.

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But a couple of days passed, and Jack's 'opportune moment' had apparently not yet arrived.  Silver quickly started to forget her worries and worked harder than usual, earning the respect of the crew.  Jack however, had not forgotten. He noticed how she became less careful, like forgetting to change the pitch of her voice when talking, but Jack kept quiet. 

"Cap'n sir! Will ye be taking the helm or should I –"

"What? Oh Gibbs…no, I'll take care of it" Jack mumbled and returned to reality and gripped the helm of the Black Pearl tightly.  Gibbs looked at his Captain with apprehension; never had he seen him forgetting about the helm.  But the way he stood there, staring off into the distance, hands loosely by his side instead of the helm, his Captain almost seemed off-track and absent minded.  Gibbs shook his head.  There was something bothering Jack, but he wasn't gonna risk his head finding out what.  Captain Jack Sparrow did have a hot temper at times…

Jack Sparrow was angry with himself.  He had caught himself staring at 'Sam'; she somehow intrigued him, made him want to figure out what exactly it was about her that fascinated him.  He narrowed his eyes.  It couldn't go on like this, it was time to let the bomb drop…

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"I add another ten!"

"'Tis twenty from me!"

Silver smiled smugly as her pile of gold coins grew and grew.  She hadn't lost the entire evening, and although it was still early her profit was already quite satisfying.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack sitting a bit away, feet propped up on a table and watching the tumult around him.  She wondered why he never joined their game – he couldn't be that bad. 

"Oy Sam, will ye be starting then?" Her head snapped back towards the table and she concentrated on the game.  She eyed her cards and smiled: there was no way she was going to loose this one.  Silver leaned back comfortably. 

"I'm in." she said confidently and everyone erupted in groans.  Suddenly Jack got up lazily, walking over to the table and the crew shifted to give him some room. 

"Time fer me t'be teaching the mate something, don't y'all think?" he asked boastfully and his crew cheered.  Silver only smiled quietly; she was looking forward to beating the Captain; it was highly doubtful she would loose. The crew made way so Jack and Silver were now sitting across from each other.  Silver expertly dealt the cards, but she was starting to feel uncomfortable under Jack's mischievous stare, his eyes never leaving hers.  Jack leaned closer and his eyes twinkled roguishly. 

"What'll we be playing fer then…?"

"A bottle of rum?" Silver suggested, knowing her Captain's liking for the drink.     The heads of the crews shot back and forth between their Captain and their fellow mate. Some were starting to make bets about who would win.  Jack shook his head slowly.

"I think I have a better idea…" he said and Silver raised her eyebrows expectantly. He leaned even closer, but still spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"How about…a kiss?"

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A/N: Eeeeevil cliffhanger! Ha! Love 'em *lol*. 

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