I'm gonna have a lot coming at you . . . can you handle it? The sequel, which I have oh so affectionately named 'Do Unto Me' will be up at the same time as chapter fourteen and this chapter (fifteen). This is the last chapter for 'Not the Usual.' Thank you for sticking with me!
Chapter fifteen: Certainly Surprising
The canvas cracked merrily above them, though they were docked upon the shores of Tortuga. Jack wrapped a protective arm around Alex's waist and led her into the bustling town and to the pub, where he ordered them both a round before claiming a table.
'T' life,' he murmured, clanking his tankard against Alex's. She arched a brow, a grin on her lips, and raised the heavy mug to her lips.
'To life,' she whispered before drinking. He took a swig, still watching Alex, and then unable to control himself, he leaned over the table and pressed his lips firmly to hers.
'I owe yeh a night without rum. Yeh ready t' part with it?' he asked thickly.
'For you?' she asked, reclining in the wooden chair. 'Always.' He grinned, stood, and tugged playfully on her hair until she stood, trying to get in one good last gulp before she left.
Alex stirred, slowly waking from her sleep, reaching out for some sense of warmth as a breeze lapped her skin. But she found nothing. Her eyes flew open and she looked around. His clothes were anywhere to be found – on his bed, there was a note. She read it quickly.
Thought I would spoil you. Be back soon with a surprise.
With a relieved sigh, she dressed lazily, substituting her fingers for a comb, running them through her knotted locks.
Five minutes.
Thirty.
An hour.
Two.
Four.
Now thoroughly impatient, Alex left her room, sneaking into the kitchens to steal a knife before leaving what little safety the pub offered. She kept her eyes open, but saw no one from the Pearl. The air smelt of gunpowder and death, but she took no heed to it. It was, after all, Tortuga. And just as her eyes fell upon the dock, she felt a hand on the small of her back, and in her surprise, the knife fell to the ground.
'I thought I told ya I'd be back soon.'
Short, I know, but I couldn't say but so much . . . Jack's not dead, or hurt for that matter (at least, I don't think so . . .) Keep reading . . continued in 'Do Unto Me'!
Alyssa