I am so sorry, I havent been updating as fast as I was, Ive been remodeling my room, and putting hardwood floors in it as well.
Ps. When she heard her mom in her aunts house, Jack didn't hear, and/or didn't know they were talking about Jez. You dig?
Chapter nine: Getting to know each other
As Jack and I grew to understand each other, something else grew with it. We no longer butted head at every opportunity available. We would speak civilly to one another, and even had a few enjoyable conversations to boot. My heart was still heavy over the find, and loss of my daughter, India. We made our way back to Port Royal, to pick up some crew member that had a map, head over to some island with a bunch of treasure, and then go to the place the map located. I was curious mostly about the cave full of treasure, and kept hinting to Jack that I would like to see it.
"Maybe," He would grunt and then try to change the subject. However, one day, I persisted.
"Why is it such a touchy subject?" I inquired. He shook his head, objects in his hair swinging and clinking away. I reached up and fiddled with a bead.
"Tell me!" I demanded sexily in his ear. I felt him stiffin in my grasp, and I quickly let go, hurt. "Fine." I mumbled and stalked off. Once again, I had abandoned my hat so my hair could breathe in the cool ocean breeze. The weather started to really cool at night as we approched fall, and eventually winter. Jack had told me during one of our late night chats, that winter was a time for storms, and they mostly spent it either with a friend and his wife in Port Royal, or in a tavern in Tourtuga. With winter came my birthday. I would soon be twenty-eight. I started to feel old, and almost past my prime, but whenever Jack or one of the crew members and I would play-sword fight, that was the only time I really felt alive.
I stood out by the railing, as I usually did if I had nothing to do. I looked down at the ocean, hands a shoulder width apart on the polished wood. I couldn't help but think of Emilio whenever I looked at the ocean. He was, after all, the father of my child...even if she is not mentally able. The sea went by, ever changing, never staying the same.
"Jezebel," Jack said softly behind me. I didn't turn around, but straightened up a bit.
"Hmm?"
"Im sorry for being a bit moody back there." He said, and stood besides me, looking down at the water as well.
"Do you still think of him?" He asked. I knew "him" ment Emilio.
"To be truthful? Yes." I admitted. He have me a hard look, then went back to looking at the sea.
"Its captivating isn't it?" He asked, changing the subject.
"What?" I was having a brain freeze. Did he mean Emilio or the ocean?
"Never mind." I opened my mouth to say something, then closed again, not sure what I was going to say. He said something instead.
"I gave the people at the institution the address to where we will be in England for a few weeks. If anything has happened, we will know." I gave a small smile.
"Thank you." I said, scooting a bit closer to him.
"No problem." He replied, but still didn't show any warmth to me. I closed my eyes to the soft sea spray and gave a huge bone rattling sigh. He gently put his arm around my shoulders, and I started at that small show of affection. We stood there, saying nothing, but the arm around me awakened another side of myself that hadn't been awake in a long time. I became hot, and confused. I looked over at him, and he had the same look to his face. We glanced back at the other crew members then hurridly ran to his cabin. There, as fast as lightening we stripped and fell into his plush bed. Just before anything happened, and we were all but frenzied, he stopped.
"What is your real name?" He asked huskily.
"Shit, Jack," I moaned in frustration. "Not now."
"Yes now. Tell me, or I will stop this instant, before we go any further." He made to get up, but I grabbed him by the hair.
"If you go right now, I will kill you...Im serious." I said in a hoarse whisper.
"I dont doubt you. So, the only solution is if you tell me your name." I gave a small whimper, and thought hard, and fast. Should I? My need for satisfaction took over my will and I finally let it out.
"Fine, you asshole." I gritted out. "My real name is Myna, you happy?"
"Increadibly," He whispered in my ear, before kissing it. I closed me eyes, glad that I had gotten away with giving a false name.
A few hours later we layed there on the bed, talking.
"So, what was your childhood like?" Jack asked me, his hand covering mine.
"Depressing. The only friends I had were the maids. My sisters both hated me. Grace was younger, and May was older. I either had to give up my toys or gowns to Grace, or use the handmedowns from May. My parents were either gone off on a mission, or trying to train us. They never showed kindness, affection, or love. Sure we had a roof over our heads, and food, and the necisities due to children our age." Jack wistled, and closed his eyes. I sat up on my side, my arm supporting my weight, and my hair fanning down like a black flag.
"What was your childhood liked?" I asked in return. His eyes remained closed as he talked.
"I never knew my mum, and my dad was never there. I was raised in Tourtuga, and when I was ten, I left to become a pirate. Cabin boy is what I started out as. Then slowly I made my way up, made money, and bought this ship." I had been smiling a bit until he finished.
"Thats it?" I asked, crestfallen. He shrugged his shoulders.
"To each its own." He mumbled, rolling over and bringing me with him. I let out a bout of laughter, my first real laugh in ages.