Let me start off by saying I'm sorry. A virus got into my computer at my mother's house and we had to delete everything on the computer. Silly me, I had no backup.
I might have mentioned before that I have half of the story on that computer, while the other half is on my father's. I have lost chapters 13- some higher number. I have to rewrite all of those chapters. Yippee.
Also, my mother hasn't reinstalled Microsoft Word yet, and I am only at my father's for 3 out of every 14 days. Needless to say things just got a bit harder for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or any of its characters…. NO matter how much you deny it Tori, I own you… I have the documents to prove that my 5 cents went into buying you… So what if they're in crayon?!?
Chapter 5: Got Rum?
Captain Jack Sparrow continued leading Blair to the docks to his precioussss…(A/N sorry… watched LOTR 2 and 3 yesterday. :P) He was recounting a tale about his adventure with damned pirates (literally), a governor's daughter and a blacksmith in which he retrieved his ship, the Black Pearl, back from the hands of Barbossa. It was quite different from the story Blair heard from Elizabeth, namely for the mentioning of sea turtles rather than how hot Will is.
When Blair and Jack approached the docks, she noticed only a small and rickety old rowboat, rather than the looming wonder that is the Black Pearl.
"Jack, where is your ship?" She asked, not quite understanding the lack of awe she was feeling.
"Right here in me pocket, luv." Jack replies with his statement dripping with jovial sarcasm. When he glanced at Blair's face, his own self appreciating smile sobered out, due to the fact that she was not very amused, and he quickly said, "It's behind that cliff over there."
Jack pointed at a cliff that cut off half of the moon.
"I see. Is your pocket over there as well?" Jack chortled and reassured himself that the young woman was not absent of humor.
Blair climbed into the rowboat and grabbed an oar in her usual tomboyish manner.
Jack grabbed the oar lightly and said, "No luv. This is not a woman's job." Blair stared at Jack and muttered lightly about sexism with all the arguments she had used on men over the recent years. She sat down in a huff and tried to apply herself to not talk to him the entire trip to the ship.
The silent treatment had no effect whatsoever on him however, and he began to hum. The humming turned into muttering, and that turned into a full-blown Jack Sparrow musical. Before long, despite herself, she had joined in, having heard the tune a million times before.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" Blair cut off into a huge fit of laughing with Jack. He stopped laughing after a second and gave the girl a puzzling look.
"Luv, how do you know tha' song?" He asked.
Blair smiled and said, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
Jack eyed her suspiciously. "'Alrigh', you keep your secrets." He said. The rowboat turned past the cliffs and right there, looking remarkable in the moonlight, was the Black Pearl. Jack seemed to have noticed Blair gaping, because he said, "I know. Tha's my pride and joy, tha' is."
Blair smiled and Jack stood to yell for someone to let the rope down. Blair was worried for a moment, because she hadn't exactly passed gym class…. To her relief, the rope was actually a rope ladder, which she thought she might be able to manage.
Jack gave Blair the ladder first and helped her to the first rung. Blair began climbing as fast as she could and hoped that Jack had the decency to look down as she did so. AS Blair neared the top, a dozen or so hands appeared suddenly and she took one gratefully. As Jack got over the side, a crew member asked him a question which left Blair startled.
"I thought you said you quit, Jack?" One asked not so slyfully.
"Yeah! I thought you had also!" One added Jack knocked the two heads of the pirates together, not too roughly, but enough to leave a mark.
"I didn't lie abou' tha'. Don't mock your captain's word or it'll be your arse." Jack warned without a hint of humor. "Her name is Blair. She's a lady friend of mine who I have brought up to show off me ship."
Some of the pirates walked away muttering, "Right… Didn't mean no disrespect."
Jack walked back over to Blair with a sympathetic look on his face. "Sorry luv, but you can't blame them… I haven' exactly the cleanest record."
"Not a problem. Really…. Wait…" Blair said suddenly, remembering one slight detail. "Jack, how did you know my name? I don't recall telling you."
Jack grins slyly, because Blair hadn't yet exactly realized her mistake. "An' how did you know me name's Jack, luv?" Blair opened her mouth to say something and Jack waved her explanation away. "You have your secrets, I have mine."
Jack held out his arm and Blair took it gladly. Jack led her around the ship, under the sails, over the railings and finally, below deck. Jack showed Blair the kitchen, which was inhabited by a cook who looked like a bum to Blair. She remained respectful and smiled pleasantly as Jack took her to the brig. At one side was a hole almost poorly patched up, but it let no moonlight in. "I'm sorry about Norrington." Jack said.
"Yeah. Me too." Blair said. She still wasn't amused by the whole thing, and she doubted she would ever be. "But I swear, if he comes near me again with any talk about marriage especially if its to him, I'm gonna…" She trailed off and made a rather vulgar motion with her hands that left Jack feeling sympathy pain for the man he hated most.
Blair became very exhausted about all this quite quickly. Too much walking around in heels, even if these heels were nothing compared to the stilettos she used to have, the still hurt.
Jack led her back up the stairs and through a door that Blair found held a bed and a large cupboard. Blair more than hesitantly walked into the room. Jack went over to the cupboard and pulled out two bottles of what looked like his rum.
"You have had rum before, haven' ye?" Jack asks while opening
"Well…." Blair knew about her problem. Her mother had the same one. Neither woman could handle their alcohol. Blair had learned of this at a party one year. But, she wasn't about to refuse a drink from Jack Sparrow. "Yes, as a matter of fact I have."
Jack smiles and handed the young woman which confused and intrigued him more and more a bottle.
One and a half hours later…"You know, jaaack…. I like… (hic)…rummm…." Blair said with her very garbled speech. She started a giggle fit and dropped the nearly empty bottle on the floor, causing her to laugh even more.
Jack laughed at her predicament and said "I don't think you should go home like tha', luv." Jack turns around to put his now empty bottle away, noticing the silence from behind him. "You can either sleep in Ana Maria's room, as she's out on her own, or ye can sleep outside with the stars watching over you…"
He turned around and found the young woman passed out on his bed.
"Or ye can be a complete bed hog and have me room…" He said to the loudly snoring young woman. He got a blanket from his shelves and wrapped her up nicely. "Sweet dreams." Jack kissed her on the forehead as if it were second nature and only paused a moment after doing so.
He blew out the candle that was lighting the room and stepped out onto the deck. 'looks like I'm jest to be sleeping at me wheel.' Jack thought to himself as he walked to the back of the ship.
Jack stopped just before he reached there when a look of realization crawled its way up his face. He smiled mischievously and went back the way he came, up to the front of the ship and around a small corner to find Gibbs asleep. Jack seemed amused by this. 'Wonderful watchman. At least I can feel safe at all times with this man.' Jack shook the sleeping man awake and stood back.
Gibbs looked around. "It got dark real quick."
"Aye… Get the crew… We be leaving well before sunrise." Jack told Gibbs, who was now wide awake and alert.
"Aye, aye, cap'n!" Gibbs replied. He stood and wavered on the spot until he found his footing and set off to ready the crew.
That's all for now. I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. Grr. Just as an inside fact, I want to say that I am one of those people who start a dozen or so books before finishing one. I have 16 books checked out from the library currently, 4 of which are overdue.
School starts in a week. No, less than a week. DAMN IT! I hate this. I have tough classes. I want to be over with it.
Moulin-Rouge-Pirate – That is really sweet of you! I am glad someone is!
Trella – They were 2nd person POV. Grr. Meanie Meanies!
Terradaina – It has only been so for a while. Usually my life consists of just reading and writing and I'm quite content with that.
Princess Of Pirate – Haha! I'm too lazy to log in most days also. Plus I'm just super pissed at so I don't care anymore.
DarkAngelPearl – Yeah, but look where their genes came from! Yikes! Ha, he didn't have his pistol, which is sad because he should always be prepared for young women getting attacked by creepy men in icky wigs.
Morgan Martin-Jordan – I don't like it so much. I wish I didn't need to do this, especially since I'll be rewriting lord knows how many of these from memory.
MereAngel – You are a person of few words.