A/N: 'Ello again. Another snowday, another chance to sit and write when I
should be studying for exams. Okay...thanks for all the reviews, it's
greatly appreciated.
Here's your cookie, dirty joke, a huge chocolate chip cookie!
Also thanking vanilla-smoothie188, thanks luv...hope this chapter gives you
butterflies as well, and I hope that those butterflies are the good kind...
I should also say thank you to a person who doesn't read my stories online,
she reads them during first period at school. Big shout out to Laura!
Hahaha...now everyone who reads my story knows your name...and I laugh at you.
On with the show this is it...
Disclaimer: Merlana does not own anything. Why do I have to say these
stupid lines? Can't you give me something more interesting to read? Get
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Chapter 5: Creation's Story
"'Ey Ana?" You call as you peer through your spyglass at the distant ship. "Does that ship look funny to ya?" Ana takes the glass out of your hands and looks through it as well.
"Yeah, it does. It's not movin' Cap'n, jus' sittin' there." Ana says, handing the spyglass back to you.
"Thought so." You mutter. "Ahoy the Pearl!" You yell, waving your hat. Ana takes up the cry and Jack turns to look at the both of you. You hear him yell to bring his ship about.
"What's wrong luv?" Jack asks when his ship is close enough to yours to jump across.
"That ship," you say pointing. Jack takes the spyglass from you. "It's jus' sittin' there. Somethin's no' righ' with it." Jack looks through the glass and a expression crosses his face. It's a mix between apprehension and surprise. He hands the glass back to you. "Well?" You ask.
"That ship it's-that's the Creation." He says. You've never seen Jack look this upset except for when you mentioned the Creation this morning.
"What? No, it can' be. The Creation sank nigh on three years past - lost every hand, includin' me dear ol' dad." You say. Jack motions to the spyglass and you look through it. Sure enough it is the Creation, but as far as you can tell, there is no one aboard. "Bloody 'ell!" You mutter. Jack nods in agreement and Ana looks confusedly at you both.
"What in the name of Neptune is goin' on 'ere?" She asks, hands on hips. "Hmm?"
"Long story." You and Jack say at the same moment. Ana glares at the both of you.
"Well, 'ow abou' givin' me the short version?" She demands.
"Ye'll hold yer tongue Ana, if I see fit ta tell ya somethin', ye'll know." You say harshly and immediately regret it. "Sorry Ana, bu' it's no' somethin' I wan' ta talk abou'." Ana walks away muttering something about the bloody captain and 'er bloody stories. "Jack?" You ask, and he jerks as if you've startled him. "Wha' is it abou' the Creation you ain't tellin' me?" Jack sighs heavily and takes your hand, squeezing it tight.
"No' 'ere." He says gruffly, and you lead him toward your cabin. You close the door behind you both and motion Jack to sit down. He drops heavily into your desk chair. You pull open a small cabinet and take out a small bottle of clear liquid. You also pull out two glasses and slosh some of the liquid into them. You hand one to Jack and he glances at it warily. "Wha' is this?" He asks.
"Vodka. 'Elps me think. Comes from a col' country on the other side o' the worl'." You take a sip and feel the alcohol burn as it slides down your throat. Jack takes a sip and pulls a face.
"I'd rather 'ave me rum." He says, and you laugh.
"It's an acquired taste me luv." You say taking Jack's glass and emptying it into yours. You reach into the cabinet again and pull out a bottle of the amber liquid that Jack is so fond of. You pour him a mug full and seat yourself on your bed. Jack takes a sip of the rum and grins.
"This is 'eavenly!" He says. "Where'd ye come across this?" He asks, downing his glass. You smile and gesture to him to help himself to as much as he wants.
"Me own private stores." You say in answer to Jack's question. "I know some rum-runners." Jack nods and pours himself another mug of the rum. You take a sip of your vodka and shiver as it pours down your throat. "Ye were sayin' somethin' abou' the Creation?"
"Aye the Creation." Jack mutters. "'Tis no' a pretty story, or even a long one." He says, pausing to take a sip of his rum. "Ten years past, when I was but a lad of eighteen, me father was 'ung fer treason ta the crown of England." You must have gasped because Jack looks up out of his glass. "Was nothin' luv, me mother'd already been 'ung fer piracy." You cover your mouth with a hand to muffle a gasp.
"Oh, Jack." You say. "Come sit with me." He gets up out of your chair and sits himself on your bed beside you. He brushes some hair off your face and kisses you gently on the forehead.
"Don' worry abou' me luv. Ye wanted ta 'ear abou' the Creation?" Jack asks and you nod. Taking one of his hands in yours you look up at him. "Well, after me father was 'ung, I 'ad ta leave England. I 'opped aboard the firs' ship that would 'ave me. That ship was the Creation. Yer father weren't captain yet, 'e was jus' firs' mate." Jack pauses for another sip of rum and you try to take a sip of your vodka but find that the glass is empty. "My time aboar' the Creation taught me many things. One was 'ow ruthless pirates really are. On the way o'er ta Jamaica, the crew mutinied. I wen' along under the fear o' death. The man who led the mutiny was yer father." You give an indignant huff.
"My father? Ye can' be serious!" You say and Jack looks taken aback.
"D'ye wan' me ta tell ya the story or no'?" Jack asks, his eyes flashing fire. You look down into your empty glass and mumble that yes, you would like him to continue. Jack sighs and takes another gulp of rum. "As I was sayin', yer father led the mutiny and 'e killed the captain. I was scared fer me bloody life! The on'y reason I wen' along with the mutiny was 'cause I thought tha' they'd kill me too. Yer father was a tight- ; 'e ruled 'is crew with an iron fist. One step outta line and ye'd be flogged, or worse." Jack stops and gets up off your bed. He sets his mug down on the floor and pulls his shirt off over his head.
"What're ye doin'?" You ask as Jack's shirt comes off over his head. You can see that he has a deep tan over his whole torso and as he pulls his shirt sleeves off his arms the muscles in his back ripple powerfully. You also notice that while he may be a deep gold on most of his torso, jagged pink lines run up and down his back. He turns around and you see that he's been shot twice in the chest, and has pink scars running across his arms.
"Ye see luv? Bein' a pirate's no' all it's cracked up ta be." You get up off the bed and stand in front of him. "Those scars on me back? Yer father 'ad me flogged fer fergettin' ta call the 'im sir." You wrap your arms around Jack's neck.
"I'm so sorry Jack. If I'd've known - " You begin, but Jack puts a finger to your lips.
"There's nothin' ye could've done luv. Yer father 'ated me 'cause I was young an' strong. I didn' wilt under punishments neither, if anythin' they made me work 'arder. Yer father booted me off 'is ship when we sailed inter Tortuga with eigh' wor's: I'll kill ya if ya ever come back. Now ye see why I'm scared o' that bloody ship? No' many things scare me, bu' the Creation 'as me worried. We're pretty close ta Port Royal an' I wan' ta know what she's doin' 'ere." Jack finishes angrily and you hug him tighter. After a moment you step back and trace a scar on his shoulder, it curves into his chest, a thin pink line on his bronzed skin.
"Where'd ya get that?" You ask. Jack looks down at the scar and seems to be pondering how he got it.
"Bayonet." He says. "Bloody English soldier tried ta cut off me 'ead."
"Damn good thing 'e missed eh?" You say, lightly kissing him on the nose. He catches your hand in his and kisses your fingers. "Ye're beautiful lass." He says quietly and you lay your head on his chest. Jack lifts your chin and traces your lips with a finger. He pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours. Kissing him back, you walk him back into the cabin wall. Jack grips your arms, and flips you onto your back against the wall. "Jack?" You ask huskily, surprised at the way you're acting. Jack ceases fumbling with your shirt buttons and looks at you.
"Yes luv?" He asks, nuzzling his head into your neck. His mustache tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"Jack," you breathe. "Jack, we can't do this." You say.
"Why ever no'?" Jack asks. He stops kissing you and looks you in the eye.
"The Creation's righ' outside, an' ye're on duty." You say and Jack makes an annoyed sound and kisses you soundly.
"Duty? Aye!" He says and nuzzles your neck again.
"No! We 'ave ta - " Jack shuts you up very effectively and you melt against him. "Jack!" You say and push him away. He looks hurt, so you put on a sultry smile and whisper huskily. "Save some fer tonigh'."
"No worries luv, I got lot's." He says, and pushes you against the wall again. The door to your cabin is thrown open. Jack jumps away from you like a startled rabbit and pulls his shirt over his head. You turn away from the door and do up the buttons that Jack undid on your shirt.
"Ye ever 'ear of bloody knocking?" You holler at the man standing in the doorway. He grins smugly and nods.
"I did." He says, and you move to slap him. Jack catches your hand in midair.
"Save some fer tonigh' lass." Jack whispers to you. You grin and brush some hair out of your eyes. "What d'ye wan'?" Jack asks the man in the door.
"We're comin' up on the Creation, Cap'n." Jack nods and slams his hat onto his head. "Ana would like ta tell 'er Cap'n tha' ye we're righ' there is somethin' the matter with tha' ship. Oh, an' Jack?" The man asks, and Jack looks thoroughly annoyed.
"What Jesse?" He says angrily.
"Ye 'ave rouge on yer nose." The man laughs and Jack demands a mirror. You procure one for him and he wipes the rouge off his nose.
"If ye'd care ta join me lass?" Jack asks you, offering his arm.
"As if ye even 'ad ta ask." You both follow Jesse onto the deck of your ship and see that you are indeed coming up on the Creation. It sits just off your port bow and the Pearl is anchored on the other side. A stench of rotting flesh hits you like a hammer and you stick your face into Jack's shirt. It smells of rum and sea air. Jack's face is set in stone, but beneath his tan you can see that it is ashen.
"Cap'n! Permission ta boar' with a party?" Jims asks you. You lift your face out of Jack's shirt and nod.
"Permission granted, ask Jesse 'ere ta give ye a few men from the Pearl's crew. I wan' ta know wha' 'appened 'ere!" You say. Jims salutes you and moves off to talk to Jesse. You look into Jack's eyes and again see the sadness that lies deep within them.
"We'll discover Creation's story luv, I promise." Jack says. You aren't sure, but it sounds more like a promise to him self than one to you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: And there you are...a new chapter...next one will be up as soon as I can get it typed. I wonder what could possibly be in that ship to make it smell that bad...I wonder what will happen next...will you and Jack ever get to have some privacy? And why haven't the crew learned about knocking, and not coming in if the door isn't answered? I leave you with those questions...Review? Please review? Yours, Merlana
Chapter 5: Creation's Story
"'Ey Ana?" You call as you peer through your spyglass at the distant ship. "Does that ship look funny to ya?" Ana takes the glass out of your hands and looks through it as well.
"Yeah, it does. It's not movin' Cap'n, jus' sittin' there." Ana says, handing the spyglass back to you.
"Thought so." You mutter. "Ahoy the Pearl!" You yell, waving your hat. Ana takes up the cry and Jack turns to look at the both of you. You hear him yell to bring his ship about.
"What's wrong luv?" Jack asks when his ship is close enough to yours to jump across.
"That ship," you say pointing. Jack takes the spyglass from you. "It's jus' sittin' there. Somethin's no' righ' with it." Jack looks through the glass and a expression crosses his face. It's a mix between apprehension and surprise. He hands the glass back to you. "Well?" You ask.
"That ship it's-that's the Creation." He says. You've never seen Jack look this upset except for when you mentioned the Creation this morning.
"What? No, it can' be. The Creation sank nigh on three years past - lost every hand, includin' me dear ol' dad." You say. Jack motions to the spyglass and you look through it. Sure enough it is the Creation, but as far as you can tell, there is no one aboard. "Bloody 'ell!" You mutter. Jack nods in agreement and Ana looks confusedly at you both.
"What in the name of Neptune is goin' on 'ere?" She asks, hands on hips. "Hmm?"
"Long story." You and Jack say at the same moment. Ana glares at the both of you.
"Well, 'ow abou' givin' me the short version?" She demands.
"Ye'll hold yer tongue Ana, if I see fit ta tell ya somethin', ye'll know." You say harshly and immediately regret it. "Sorry Ana, bu' it's no' somethin' I wan' ta talk abou'." Ana walks away muttering something about the bloody captain and 'er bloody stories. "Jack?" You ask, and he jerks as if you've startled him. "Wha' is it abou' the Creation you ain't tellin' me?" Jack sighs heavily and takes your hand, squeezing it tight.
"No' 'ere." He says gruffly, and you lead him toward your cabin. You close the door behind you both and motion Jack to sit down. He drops heavily into your desk chair. You pull open a small cabinet and take out a small bottle of clear liquid. You also pull out two glasses and slosh some of the liquid into them. You hand one to Jack and he glances at it warily. "Wha' is this?" He asks.
"Vodka. 'Elps me think. Comes from a col' country on the other side o' the worl'." You take a sip and feel the alcohol burn as it slides down your throat. Jack takes a sip and pulls a face.
"I'd rather 'ave me rum." He says, and you laugh.
"It's an acquired taste me luv." You say taking Jack's glass and emptying it into yours. You reach into the cabinet again and pull out a bottle of the amber liquid that Jack is so fond of. You pour him a mug full and seat yourself on your bed. Jack takes a sip of the rum and grins.
"This is 'eavenly!" He says. "Where'd ye come across this?" He asks, downing his glass. You smile and gesture to him to help himself to as much as he wants.
"Me own private stores." You say in answer to Jack's question. "I know some rum-runners." Jack nods and pours himself another mug of the rum. You take a sip of your vodka and shiver as it pours down your throat. "Ye were sayin' somethin' abou' the Creation?"
"Aye the Creation." Jack mutters. "'Tis no' a pretty story, or even a long one." He says, pausing to take a sip of his rum. "Ten years past, when I was but a lad of eighteen, me father was 'ung fer treason ta the crown of England." You must have gasped because Jack looks up out of his glass. "Was nothin' luv, me mother'd already been 'ung fer piracy." You cover your mouth with a hand to muffle a gasp.
"Oh, Jack." You say. "Come sit with me." He gets up out of your chair and sits himself on your bed beside you. He brushes some hair off your face and kisses you gently on the forehead.
"Don' worry abou' me luv. Ye wanted ta 'ear abou' the Creation?" Jack asks and you nod. Taking one of his hands in yours you look up at him. "Well, after me father was 'ung, I 'ad ta leave England. I 'opped aboard the firs' ship that would 'ave me. That ship was the Creation. Yer father weren't captain yet, 'e was jus' firs' mate." Jack pauses for another sip of rum and you try to take a sip of your vodka but find that the glass is empty. "My time aboar' the Creation taught me many things. One was 'ow ruthless pirates really are. On the way o'er ta Jamaica, the crew mutinied. I wen' along under the fear o' death. The man who led the mutiny was yer father." You give an indignant huff.
"My father? Ye can' be serious!" You say and Jack looks taken aback.
"D'ye wan' me ta tell ya the story or no'?" Jack asks, his eyes flashing fire. You look down into your empty glass and mumble that yes, you would like him to continue. Jack sighs and takes another gulp of rum. "As I was sayin', yer father led the mutiny and 'e killed the captain. I was scared fer me bloody life! The on'y reason I wen' along with the mutiny was 'cause I thought tha' they'd kill me too. Yer father was a tight- ; 'e ruled 'is crew with an iron fist. One step outta line and ye'd be flogged, or worse." Jack stops and gets up off your bed. He sets his mug down on the floor and pulls his shirt off over his head.
"What're ye doin'?" You ask as Jack's shirt comes off over his head. You can see that he has a deep tan over his whole torso and as he pulls his shirt sleeves off his arms the muscles in his back ripple powerfully. You also notice that while he may be a deep gold on most of his torso, jagged pink lines run up and down his back. He turns around and you see that he's been shot twice in the chest, and has pink scars running across his arms.
"Ye see luv? Bein' a pirate's no' all it's cracked up ta be." You get up off the bed and stand in front of him. "Those scars on me back? Yer father 'ad me flogged fer fergettin' ta call the 'im sir." You wrap your arms around Jack's neck.
"I'm so sorry Jack. If I'd've known - " You begin, but Jack puts a finger to your lips.
"There's nothin' ye could've done luv. Yer father 'ated me 'cause I was young an' strong. I didn' wilt under punishments neither, if anythin' they made me work 'arder. Yer father booted me off 'is ship when we sailed inter Tortuga with eigh' wor's: I'll kill ya if ya ever come back. Now ye see why I'm scared o' that bloody ship? No' many things scare me, bu' the Creation 'as me worried. We're pretty close ta Port Royal an' I wan' ta know what she's doin' 'ere." Jack finishes angrily and you hug him tighter. After a moment you step back and trace a scar on his shoulder, it curves into his chest, a thin pink line on his bronzed skin.
"Where'd ya get that?" You ask. Jack looks down at the scar and seems to be pondering how he got it.
"Bayonet." He says. "Bloody English soldier tried ta cut off me 'ead."
"Damn good thing 'e missed eh?" You say, lightly kissing him on the nose. He catches your hand in his and kisses your fingers. "Ye're beautiful lass." He says quietly and you lay your head on his chest. Jack lifts your chin and traces your lips with a finger. He pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours. Kissing him back, you walk him back into the cabin wall. Jack grips your arms, and flips you onto your back against the wall. "Jack?" You ask huskily, surprised at the way you're acting. Jack ceases fumbling with your shirt buttons and looks at you.
"Yes luv?" He asks, nuzzling his head into your neck. His mustache tickles your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"Jack," you breathe. "Jack, we can't do this." You say.
"Why ever no'?" Jack asks. He stops kissing you and looks you in the eye.
"The Creation's righ' outside, an' ye're on duty." You say and Jack makes an annoyed sound and kisses you soundly.
"Duty? Aye!" He says and nuzzles your neck again.
"No! We 'ave ta - " Jack shuts you up very effectively and you melt against him. "Jack!" You say and push him away. He looks hurt, so you put on a sultry smile and whisper huskily. "Save some fer tonigh'."
"No worries luv, I got lot's." He says, and pushes you against the wall again. The door to your cabin is thrown open. Jack jumps away from you like a startled rabbit and pulls his shirt over his head. You turn away from the door and do up the buttons that Jack undid on your shirt.
"Ye ever 'ear of bloody knocking?" You holler at the man standing in the doorway. He grins smugly and nods.
"I did." He says, and you move to slap him. Jack catches your hand in midair.
"Save some fer tonigh' lass." Jack whispers to you. You grin and brush some hair out of your eyes. "What d'ye wan'?" Jack asks the man in the door.
"We're comin' up on the Creation, Cap'n." Jack nods and slams his hat onto his head. "Ana would like ta tell 'er Cap'n tha' ye we're righ' there is somethin' the matter with tha' ship. Oh, an' Jack?" The man asks, and Jack looks thoroughly annoyed.
"What Jesse?" He says angrily.
"Ye 'ave rouge on yer nose." The man laughs and Jack demands a mirror. You procure one for him and he wipes the rouge off his nose.
"If ye'd care ta join me lass?" Jack asks you, offering his arm.
"As if ye even 'ad ta ask." You both follow Jesse onto the deck of your ship and see that you are indeed coming up on the Creation. It sits just off your port bow and the Pearl is anchored on the other side. A stench of rotting flesh hits you like a hammer and you stick your face into Jack's shirt. It smells of rum and sea air. Jack's face is set in stone, but beneath his tan you can see that it is ashen.
"Cap'n! Permission ta boar' with a party?" Jims asks you. You lift your face out of Jack's shirt and nod.
"Permission granted, ask Jesse 'ere ta give ye a few men from the Pearl's crew. I wan' ta know wha' 'appened 'ere!" You say. Jims salutes you and moves off to talk to Jesse. You look into Jack's eyes and again see the sadness that lies deep within them.
"We'll discover Creation's story luv, I promise." Jack says. You aren't sure, but it sounds more like a promise to him self than one to you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: And there you are...a new chapter...next one will be up as soon as I can get it typed. I wonder what could possibly be in that ship to make it smell that bad...I wonder what will happen next...will you and Jack ever get to have some privacy? And why haven't the crew learned about knocking, and not coming in if the door isn't answered? I leave you with those questions...Review? Please review? Yours, Merlana