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Chapter 42: The Morning After
Camille woke up feeling spectacular. She took a very deep breath and sank deeper into the pillow. Jack's arm was still around her body, and he was still out cold. She turned around and cuddled closer to him, wanting the morning to last forever.
However, her desire was cut short. There was a knocking at the door, and try as she might Camille could not wake Jack. So she slipped out from beneath him, quickly dressed, and answered the door.
It was Gibbs. He looked so utterly embarrassed that she almost laughed. He began stuttering an apology, but she just smiled and put her hand up. "No need to apologize. It was bound to happen one of these days. Is there something I could help you with? The captain's still asleep, I'm afraid."
"Well Miss Camille, it were just somethin' about the next port. I was wonderin' if we was to weigh anchor at the eastern or the southern part of the Fuego del Reina."
"Hm, I don't know. I'll have to ask Jack when he wakes up," she said.
"Much appreciated, Miss Camille," Gibbs said, making a small bow.
"No trouble at all. I'll see you in a bit, I've got to get my cleaning done," she said before shutting the door.
When Jack woke up Camille was just lacing up her boots. She looked up, smiling sweetly. "Good morning."
He blinked, rolling over onto his stomach and watching her. "Leaving so soon?"
"I tried to wake you, but you were out. You must've had a rough night," she said, winking and putting her leg down. "Besides, I've got my duties to attend to."
He sat up, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the small bottle next to his bed. It had a tiny bit of rum left in it. He took a swig, and then offered it to Camille. "Rum, darling?"
She came over and sat next to him on the bed, taking the bottle. "Yes, thank you," she said before finishing the last of it and placing it carefully on the bedside table. He still looked so handsome, even with those bags under his eyes. She sighed. "So what now? I'm still a bit new at this."
"Ah well, I kiss you…" he leaned forward and kissed her, "…and we maintain our duties until further notice."
"I see," she said. She stood up to leave, but then she turned back and he could see her biting her lip and was tempted to throw her clothes off again. "I know that you probably get this a lot, but…you were incredible last night," she gushed. "I'll see you later, Captain," she said quickly before exiting his cabin.
Jack sat up, taking off the covers and stretching. The girl certainly knew the right things to say to get another round. Come to think of it, no woman had ever complimented him without being paid. Or maybe it was just that it had been too long since he had actually loved a woman. Had he ever even felt love? If so, then he had certainly forgotten. He was also certain that he was feeling it for Camille. He'd fallen hard and fast for her. He was already thinking about that night, about what they would do, what he would do to her. And all the while, the guilt continued to tear up his insides.
Then he sighed, getting his clothes on. Camille deserved more than just great sex. She was so perfect, and she had given up absolutely everything for him. And now his plan had backfired, because in spite of his best efforts he had fallen in love with Camille Quartermaine.
He spent almost the entire day thinking about this. What could he do to get rid of her? There was no turning back now, they were nearly in the Fuego del Reina. He would have to act quickly, and cleverly. And he was going to need an awful lot of rum afterwards.
Meanwhile that day, Camille's thoughts were very different. Jack had finally slept with her. And now that she knew how the captain worked, it was only a matter of time until he moved onto someone else. But then again, perhaps she would be his entertainment while they were at sea. Camille, what have you turned into? she thought. She had gone from a high-class woman, to this pirate's little play thing. What would her father think of this? What had she been thinking last night? Now that she had given in, Jack was going to think that she was his. But she wasn't. She had to maintain her independence.
But then she thought about last night. And about how incredible and surprisingly perfect he had been to her. She ran her hand through her hair, imagining it was him. Then she choked back a sob. Her father was dead and buried, and here she was, contemplating how she felt about a pirate. How selfish of her. They were due to land at the eastern port in a few hours, she took this opportunity to get her head together.