When I woke up the next morning, I distinctly smelled fresh bacon. I opened my eyes and peeled myself off the couch, literally hearing every bone in my bone squeak in protest like a rusty gate. I stretched trying to get every ache and pain out when I heard a British male voice from the kitchen,
"...and really bad eggs...drink up me hearties yo ho!"
"Oh no!" I muttered to myself my eyes wide with disbelief. The ghost pirate came into the large living room, setting a plate of eggs on the dining table.
"Mornin' Luv!... Sleep well?" he asked cheerfully with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Please tell me I'm dreaming!" I pleaded putting my forehead into my hand.
"Alright, you're dreaming. Ain't the truth but since you asked nicely..."he joked before going back into the kitchen.
"Oy Vey!" I groaned. He returned to the room with a plate of bacon this time.
"Aw...what's the matter lass? Didn't you get a good nights rest?" he asked condescendingly. I stood up and stomped over to him.
"You know perfectly well I didn't sleep well! You kicked me out of MY room and you slept in MY bed!" I snapped at him. He rolled his eyes,
"Missy, we've already discussed this. The bed is mine!"
"Then where am I supposed to sleep huh? I can't take another night of that couch!" I said. Putting on a wistful grin, he drew circles on my upper arm and said seductively,
"Well, we could always...share the bed...among other things..." I jerked away from him and said,
"Look, what did you say your name was again?" Agitated now, he said,
"Sparrow, Luv. CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow!"
"Captain Sparrow, I am not going to share anything with you! Not my bed, my room, my apartment, my food and ESPECIALLY... NOT me!" I told him. Crossing his arms, he said,
"Just one thing wrong with your plan Luv."
"What's that?" He leaned into my face and said,
"The bed...is mine!"
"EEEERRRRRR!" I screamed sitting down in a huff. He shook his head,
"You are entirely too worked up Darlin'!"
"Gee, I wonder why?" I said sarcastically rubbing my sore neck. Then, Captain Sparrow began to massage my neck and shoulders melting the pain away. Before I could protest he said,
"Shhuush! Just relax Luv!" In defeat I sat in silence enjoying the neck rub despite myself. Looking back, I don't know why I didn't question how a ghost could be so solid and warm. Maybe I was too distracted. I sighed,
"I'm not going to get rid of you am I?"
"Nope!" he said continuing to rub. Blowing out air and sputtering my lips, I said,
"I guess I have no choice. But I WILL be sleeping in the bed!"
"Sorry Luv, but I never share my bed with a woman who just wants to sleep!" he said.
"Then where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked. He shrugged,
"I heard the floor is excellent for your back!"
"Oh no! I am going to sleep in that bed, mark my words! No matter what you do!" I said. He stopped rubbing and whispered in my ear,
"Let the games begin!" Then he straightened up and said pulling a chair out for himself,
"Now, you hungry?"
"You mean you're going to share food with me?" I asked.
"Of course! You bought it, and I'm not the type of person to starve someone to death!" he said fixing me a plate. Taking the plate from him, I said,
"Just the kind to deprive me of sleep!" He grinned wickedly and winked at me,
"Precisely!" But before we could eat, my doorbell rang. Looking fearfully at Captain Sparrow, he just nodded and said,
"Go on and answer it!" When I didn't move he said, "Go on woman!" I got up and opened the door, finding a really cute muscular blond man with brown highlights and gray eyes. I smiled and said,
"May I help you?" He smiled too causing my cheeks to flush. He held up a newspaper and said,
"I think this is yours. They delivered it to my apartment by mistake." As I took the paper from him, I said,
"Thank you...Mr...?"
"My name's Todd. Todd Scott. Nice to meet you!" he said extending his hand. I shook it saying,
"Alice Rivers. Nice to meet you too!"
"Wow, something smells delicious in here!" he said.
"Yeah...it's my breakfast...Todd? Tell me something...do you notice anything...odd in here?" I asked looking back to Captain Sparrow who was sitting at the table intently watching us.
"Odd? Like what?" he asked his eyes scanning the room.
"Just something...that doesn't belong here..."I shrugged at him. He shook his head,
"Nothing that I can see. You have a great apartment!"
"Thank you! Say, would you like to join me for breakfast?" I asked Todd sweetly eyeing Captain Sparrow out the corner of my eye. He wasn't too happy. Stepping in, Todd said,
"I'd love to! If you don't mind!"
"Not at all! I bought the food, so I decide what happens to it! Besides, I'm not the type of person to starve someone...to death..."I said fixing the other plate, Captain Sparrow's plate, for Todd. Todd took it from me and sat down as I sat down smiling at Captain Sparrow who was fuming silently across from Todd. About an hour later, Todd left, I edger to see him again, and Captain Sparrow glared at me and said,
"THAT wasn't very nice Luv!"
"Neither was keeping me up at night and taking my bed from me!" I pointed out as I gathered the dishes.
"You think yourself smart for taking advantage that he couldn't see me and for finding a way to get me back. But I'm a ghost Missy. I don't need food!" he said. Then a loud growl erupted from his stomach in objection.
"Well, that's settle's that!" I said dryly as he looked sheepishly defeated for the moment. As I made my way to the kitchen, I asked,
"Why couldn't he see you anyway?"
"Only people who try to talk to me can see me. When you said and I quote, 'Make me!', you became one of the privileged few to gaze upon my handsome features!" he said putting his boots on the table. I came back from the kitchen and said dryly,
"I knew I shouldn't have listened to Christy and her psycho mumbo jumbo!"
"Who's Christy?" he asked.
"My friend." I answered.
"Well do us a favor and pass that Todd Scott whelp off to her Savvy? He'll do you no good!" he said picking up a section of newspaper.
"Why?" I asked.
"You're too good for the likes of him. He'll only end up breaking your heart!" he said.
"What business is it of yours?" I asked him putting my hand on my hip.
"Well since we're going to be, pardon the expression, LIVING together, and you are the one who will be buying the food, I figure I try to keep you as happy as I possibly can!" he said opening the paper.
"Then let me have the bed!" I said. He looked up at me and smugged,
"Nice try!" I rolled my eyes and said going towards the stairs by the windows,
"I'm going to get dressed!"
"Like some help?" he yelled up to me.
"Dream on!" I yelled down to him as I heard him chuckle again. That day was, to say the least, the most interesting day of my life. I went around town in a daze trying to figure out my mysterious new roommate. But most importantly, I was trying to figure out a way to get my room back! That evening I came home from work, to find Jack watching cartoons on the couch. He was laughing hysterically, and for a minute I thought he looked kinda cute. I mean come on, it's endearing to find a macho man like a pirate cracking up at Bugs Bunny's antics. But to my disappointment, Jack noticed my standing in the front door way, and he turned off the TV and stood up, trying to make his face a blank stone.
"Miss Rivers!" he addressed me haughtingly.
"Captain Sparrow." I returned closing the door.
"Was your work intellectually stimulating today?" he asked.
"Very. Was Bugs Bunny's rendition of Figero intellectually stimulating?" I asked back. Making his way towards the kitchen, he only said,
"I shan't honor that remark." I smiled watching him leave the room. A little later, I was sitting on the bed typing on my laptop when Jack entered the room.
"Don't you knock?" I asked.
"Don't get too comfy Luv. At the start of third watch, I shall be retiring!" he said.
"You're going to miss 'Third Watch'?" I asked. He leaned into my face and said,
"That's sailor's time Luv. NOT the TV show!"
"Oh." I said as he started to fluff the pillows.
"What are you typing?"
"My advice column. Do you mind?" I said returning my attention to the monitor. Much to my chagrin, he sat beside me on the bed and read over my shoulder,
"'Dear Alice,
I've been in love with a beautiful girl for three years now. I try to talk to her, but the problem is she is so rich and classy, that I have nothing in common with her since I'm a poor blue collar who works for her father. What should I do? Signed, Hopeless.' Huh! Should say, signed, Whelp! Although Hopeless does describe him as well!"
"He is not hopeless and he is not a whelp!" I protested.
"Yes he is! I knew a bloke just like him! A blacksmith who for eight years pined after the Governor of Port Royal's daughter! Spent three hours a day, practicing with swords 'cause he had no other kind of life! It was a lucky thing for him, I came along and showed him how to live life to the fullest so he could get the girl, or else he'd still be practicing three hours a day!" he said.
"I'm sure! Well, I'm going to tell him he's not hopeless and he has a lot in common with her!" I said.
"Such as?"
"Being a human being. Laughing, breathing, eating, enjoying nature! Those are all things I guarantee he has in common with her and those are all good places to start a conversation, wouldn't you agree?" I asked him.
"I suppose so." he shrugged. When silence fell between us, I took this opportunity to put my plan to work.
"Uh...Jack?" I said. He eyed me suspiciously.
"Aye?"
"Could you get me a glass of cold milk?"
"Why?" he asked.
"I find it helps me sleep. And I'm going to need all the help I can get if I'm to sleep on the living room floor!" I reasoned with him.
"Well..."he said.
"Please?" I pouted. I didn't realize it then, but Jack's heart melted when he saw me pout. He couldn't resist it.
"Alright! I'll be right back!" he sighed getting off the bed and walking out. I rushed behind him, and closed the door with a click of the lock. Jack stopped in the hallway, pursed his lips, and turned back towards the door. And to my surprise, he walked straight through the door, picked me up, and opened the door with me hitting his shoulder. As he deposited me on the floor, he said,
"Nice try!" He closed the door with me fuming on the floor. He had started to crawl into bed when he saw my laptop still on the bed next to him. His lips curled in a devilish grin as he took the laptop and began to type, his revenge for my trying to trick him fresh in his mind.
The next morning was Sunday, so imagine my surprise, when I heard the doorbell go off at eight thirty in the morning. I crawled out of my sleeping bag and slowly walked over to the door, scratching various places and yawning. I opened the door and found my editor Maggie on the other side.
"Maggie? What's wrong?" I asked fighting back a yawn and blinking. The forty year old blond held out a piece of paper and said,
"This is a joke right?" I took the paper as she continued, "When you emailed this to me last night, I knew this couldn't be your column, although I must admit, it was written very well!"
"Email?" I said as I read,
'Dear Hopeless Whelp,
You want to get the girl? Then don't aim for that broad you mentioned. The only way you could get her, is if you actually got a life and the other half of your brain. Move bloody on man!
Kindest Personal Regards,
Alice' I looked up from the email, my eyes seeing red. I said to myself,
"If he weren't already dead, I'd kill him!"
"What was that?" asked Maggie not hearing.
"Look Mags, I'll send you the real column tonight, I promise! Bye!" I said ushering her out. I looked up to the catwalk and the hallway connecting to the locked bedroom door. I went to the kitchen, fished a small screwdriver out of the junk drawer and bounded up the stairs. After a minute of working it, the lock popped open, and I crept into the bedroom seeing Jack still sound asleep, lightly snoring. I stood over him surprised at how innocent he looked, then I took a pillow and whacked it on his head. He jerked up and said,
"HUH? WHAT? Is the navy on our tails?"
"You wish." I said, the pillow slung over my shoulder. He looked up at me and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Luv, there's a reason the Lord gave us a day of rest! Now this is the one day I let meself sleep in Savvy?" he said rolling back over. I promptly hit him again at which he sat up and looked dryly at me,
"I'm trying to control myself Darlin'!"
"You know, I've got to hand it to you! A pirate from the 17th century, and you know how to use modern conveniences." I said sweetly.
"I've picked up a few things..."he said eyeing me.
"Things like, an electric stove, television, E-MAIL!" I gritted out. He smiled smugly and knowingly and said,
"I see you've discovered my little prank, milady!"
"Little prank? That 'little prank' could have cost me my job!" I yelled at him.
"But it didn't, so why fret over it?" he asked.
"You are so selfish! I wish I never had met you! Why couldn't you haunt that ship of yours instead of a bed huh?" I asked. At this, his eyes gave way to a dangerous glint as he stood up and hissed,
"Because the Black Pearl is at the bottom of Davy Jones Locker! Now if you'll excuse me madam!" As he stomped out abruptly I muttered to myself,
"Well, that struck a nerve!"
The next day, I was out to lunch with Crystal and Christy again.
"So did that dream go away?" asked Christy.
"Yeah, it did..." I said.
"Told ya!" she said digging into her lasagna. Picking at her salad, Crystal asked,
"Anything else going on?" Oh nothing much, I just have a dead pirate for a roommate who refuses to let me sleep in my bed or even my room!
"Nothing much." I said. We fell silent, causing me to remember that Crystal was a history teacher in training. She was a nut about history. She watched Discovery Channel frequently, and the History Channel religiously. And since she loved to learn about the complete history of a place she vacationed at, I decided to ask her about what she learned before heading off to Jamaica last year.
"Hey Crystal, Have you ever heard of a pirate ship called the Black Pearl?" I asked.
"Yeah, I found out about it when I went to Jamaica. It's only a myth from the 17th century, but it was said to be the fastest ship in the Caribbean, practically uncatchable. " she said.
"Why is it considered a myth?" I asked.
"Because she was said to have a curse on her for ten years. A curse that made the crew the undead. And when the curse was broken, her last captain took over but after a few years he disappeared shortly before the crew scuttled her into the side of a cliff in a storm. Besides, her last captain supposedly sacked Nassau without firing a single shot, escaped seven agents of the East Indian Trading Company, and stole a ship of the Royal fleet with only one other man to help him! It's too fantastic to believe it was ever true!" she said.
"What was the last captain's name?" I asked.
"Uhh...let's see it was some kind of bird...Jack Cardinal? Jack Bluebird? Jack..." she trailed off.
"Sparrow?" I offered.
"That's it!" she said.
"Why are you so interested Alice?" asked Christy.
"I got this bed that supposedly had something to do with the Black Pearl..." I said.
"Really? Can I see it?" asked Crystal excited.
"Sure why not!" I said.
"Hey, I say we make a night of it! Have a little sleepover!" suggested Christy. I grinned, a plan already forming in my mind,
"Sure...why not?"
That Saturday night, I entered the apartment, with a bag of groceries in my arms, struggling to close the door. Finally, I gave up and left it open. But then the door closed by itself. I froze when the bag lifted out of my arms and floated towards the kitchen.
"Captain Sparrow?" I asked meekly. He faded in out of nowhere and put the groceries on the kitchen counter giving me a gentle half smirk.
"Must you do that?" I asked him.
"Apologies. Just trying to be a gentleman is all." he said as I walked over.
"You know what you can do to be a gentleman?" I asked him starting to take things out.
"I ain't giving up the bed Luv!" he said leaning against the counter watching me.
"We'll see about that!" I said with my own hint of mischief in my eyes. Seeing this, he asked cautiously,
"What have you got cooking in that pretty little head of yours Darlin'?" The doorbell rang before he could get his answer. I skipped (literally) over to the door and opened it letting Crystal and Christy in. Christy said holding up three pizza boxes and dragging her roll around suitcase behind her,
"This is going to be so great! I got all kinds of snacks!"
"What are me and Crystal going to eat?" I joked.
"Shut up!" said Christy with a roll of her eyes. Laughing, Crystal said,
"Where should we put our stuff Alice?"
"Upstairs in my room." I said as Captain Sparrow straightened. Once they were heading up the stairs and up the catwalk, Jack rushed over to me and said,
"NO, no, no! Not good!"
"Sorry Captain, but tonight, the bed is mine. For if you so much as set a foot inside MY room, I'll be making a little call to a friend of mine with this big ol' chainsaw..." I threatened as he held up his hands in surrender and said,
"Fine! Fine! Have your little slumber party! But it's just for tonight Luv!"
"We'll see!" I said walking over to the tv and unplugging it. As I picked it up, Jack said,
"You're not even going to let me entertain myself?" Slowly making my way upstairs, I said,
"Read a book!"
"But all you have is old college textbooks and romance novels!" he said.
"Been going through my things have we?" I said eyeing him. His cocky grin returned as he said,
"Just to see if I could find that pink nightgown, Luv!" As he raised his eyebrows, I continued up the stairs and into my room. MY ROOM! YAHOO!
We spent the night laughing and carrying on loudly. We had karaoke contests, watched romantic old movies and some more funnier ones and we ate like pigs. We'll at least Christy and I did. But I saw Crystal indulge with a candy bar or four. We did all this, much to the chagrin of Captain Sparrow, who was trying to read my copy of Southern Belle magazine, but kept looking up to the room in frustration at our noise. At two o'clock, Jack was tossing and turning trying to go to sleep on the small couch, but with the combination of his tall frame on a couch that could only allow half of him comfortably and our sugar induced antics upstairs, he only covered his face in agitation with the pillows of the couch.
"I'm in the deepest circle of Hell!" he muttered to himself.
We finally went to bed at half past three. It was so wonderful to sleep in that big soft wonderful bed again! When I woke up, it was almost noon. I haven't slept till noon in years. I was reluctant to get out of bed, so I lingered a few minutes more before crawling out. I went downstairs quietly so as to not wake up my guests. I began to fix pancakes when I felt someone was staring at me in the kitchen entryway. I looked over my shoulder, a little surprised to see Captain Sparrow up since moments before he was snoring lightly on the loveseat, his legs dangling over the edge. I expected the cold shoulder, a harsh word or at least a rude remark, but he threw me off guard when he said quietly,
"You know...you are a beautiful woman."
"Huh?"
"You are." he said.
"Okay..." I said turning back to the griddle a little more than confused. That's when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist pulling me close to his body.
"Captain Sparrow, what are you doing?" I asked. Inhaling the scent of my hair, he said,
" Smelling you."
"Why?" I asked.
"Why not?" he said.
"Alice? Who are you talking to?" yawned Christy's voice as she came into the kitchen, her sister following behind with a blanket wrapped over her head and shoulders. Jack let go of me and returned to the living room, giving me a playful grin and a wink as he went.
"Just thinking out loud." I said watching him go out of the corner of my eye. Later, me and the twins were eating our pancakes when the doorbell rang. It was Todd Scott.
"Hi Todd!" I smiled as Jack groaned. The girls perked their heads up in interest. Todd held up the massive Sunday paper and said,
"They did it again!"
"Or he's just picking up your paper to give him a lame excuse to come over!" muttered Jack leafing through Southern Belle.
"Thanks Todd!" I said taking the paper with both hands.
"Listen, I've got two tickets to that musical downtown. Would you like to go with me?" he asked.
"I'd love to!" I said as the twins giggled and squealed. Jack groaned again.
"Great. I'll pick you up Saturday at seven. Be sure to dress up!" he said.
"You know where I live!" I flirted.
"Bye!"
"Bye!" I told him as I shut the door.
"OH MY GOSH! Tell me that did not just happen!" said Crystal.
"IT DID!" I gushed.
"He is a hottie! Dish sis!" said Christy as Jack groaned once more. After I had told them everything, Crystal said,
"Wow. A business attorney with his own practice! Major score!"
"PLEASE! Did ye not notice he did not introduce himself to your friends? What gentleman does that?" asked Jack over my shoulder.
"But didn't you notice he didn't say 'Hi' to us?" asked Christy.
"Told ya!" said Jack smugly.
"So? It wasn't as if I introduced you guys either! Besides, he's a great guy! I'm not going to pass him up!" I said as Jack sighed,
"Your funeral!"
The week went by in a blur. Between my failed sceams to reclaim my bed, to getting ready for Saturday plus a job, it was any wonder I got dressed in the mornings. Finally, it was Saturday and I was trying to decide on a dress. Since the twins were both working, I had no other choice but to ask Jack.
"No." said Jack as I came down the stairs. Stopping halfway, I flapped the skirts at him saying,
"What's wrong with this one?" Leaning against the banister, he said,
"Does the phrase 'How much for a night?' mean anything?"
"So you're saying it's a little too sexy?" I asked.
"No, I'm saying that if you want to look like an easy date, this would be the dress for it! Sexy means leaving something to the imagination and having the confidence to carry it off!" he said holding up a finger.
"So visually, that would look like...?" I asked shrugging. He sighed and came up the stairs, grabbing my hand as he went. He pulled me into the bedroom and released my hand to start going through my closet. Pulling out Old Reliable, the Little Black Dress, he held it up to my body saying,
"Now this dress says classy no matter which way you go. And if you want sexy classy..." He pulled out the bobby pins I had used for an elaborate up do, and weaved his fingers through my hair to fix it up. "No man can resist a woman with her hair down. Add a few well placed diamonds and Bob's your Uncle, Fanny's your Aunt...a vision...almost good enough to eat." He finished saying this as if hypnotized by what was in front of him. What confused me the most, was that I was in front of him.
"I...uh...better get changed." I said before I fell under the spell as well. He cast his eyes downward , handed me the dress and bobby pins saying,
"Right then! Your 'date' shall be arriving shortly." He walked out leaving me to try to figure out what just happened. A few minutes later, I opened the door for Todd who widened his eyes in delight when he saw my figure hugging LBD and my pair of large diamond hoops sparkling in my mess of curly locks.
"Wow, you look fantastic!" he said his eyes going up and down my body.
"So do you!" I said eyeing his gray suit. He held out his arm and I took it, giving my apartment a quick lock up. Little did I know, someone decided to follow us that evening.
After seeing the musical, Todd took me out to eat at this great restaurant in the Galt House Hotel downtown. Overlooking the Ohio River, I sighed content that this had been a perfect evening.
"OW! Who pinched me?" asked a waitress as she passed our table looking around confused. When the waitress began to eye Todd, he said,
"Don't look at me!" She gave him one more wary glance before walking off. She jumped again,
"OW! It happened again!" There was no one around her. I began to get an uneasy feeling.
"So anyway, what music do you like to listen to?" asked Todd.
"Oh, just about any..." I was interrupted by a man at the next table spitting out his wine a little too close to us and yelling,
"ECK! Who put salt in my wine?" His wife next to him said,
"Eww...there's salt in my wine too!" The matre de rushed over saying,
"I'm sorry sir, we'll send over a complimentary bottle at once!"
"Well all right!" said the man. But before the matre de could blink other people where spitting out there drinks yelling,
"There's salt in my glass too!"
"Mine too!"
"Same here!" I watched in wonder while Todd tested his drink, before quietly spitting it back in saying,
"Whoa, what's going on here?" I turned back to him saying,
"Yours too?" Before he could say anything, waiters began tripping over nothing sending food flying, with one unfortunate tray of salad with very cold olive oil dressing showering Todd and I.
"AWW!" cried Todd.
"Eww!" I squeaked out beginning to wipe off my dress. Todd and I tried to catch the attention of a server, but the male ones were too busy picking themselves off the floor or tripping again, and the female servers were too distracted with the pinching fingers that came from nowhere. Then to everyone's shock and horror, a lobster floated off someone's plate and began to dance in the air.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" screamed at least five women. Three more fainted and the men began to get up leading the way out of the restaurant. Todd grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door saying,
"Let's get out of here!" I looked back to see the lobster fall to the floor as if someone had thrown it over his shoulder. It wasn't until I saw a bottle of wine brought in the dining room by a confused and stunned waiter lift off his tray, it's cork yanking out and being spit in the air I began to realize what happened. When the bottle upended itself, the red liquid disappearing into an invisible throat I knew for sure what had happened.
"JACK!" I hissed as Todd pulled me along and out the restaurant.
When I got home twenty minutes later, was it any surprise that Jack was nowhere to be found? When I came back downstairs, I saw Jack casually sitting on the couch, his legs extended before him on the coffee table as he flipped through that darn issue of Southern Belle.
"Oh Luv, you're home! Didn't hear you come in!" he said nonchalantly. I stood over him with my hands on my hips as I said,
"Maybe because you came in right after I did?"
"Now what makes you think that?" he asked innocently.
"You're reading upside down!" I said. He looked to the magazine in his hands and said,
"Well, I hadn't tried it that way yet so I thought 'what better time than the present?'"
"Or...you followed me on my date, being sure to make yourself invisible and then you RUINNED my perfect evening with Todd by scaring the people at the restaurant!" I yelled my voice rising in crescendo.
"Moi?" he asked as if in shock, a hand to his chest.
"YOU! You...you...egotistical...half brained..." I started to fume when he held up his hand saying,
"What a minute, Darlin'! Now, let's suppose, that something scared you and the good people at the restaurant. What leads you to believe that it was me?"
"HELLO? YOU'RE A GHOST! YOU TURN INVISABLE! GHOSTS SCARE PEOPLE!" I yelled at him.
"True enough. But I could have been here the whole time and you didn't see me because I decided to spend the evening invisible. And if I did that, then there could be no possible way for me to come home after you did." he reasoned.
"But why would you stay invisible? I'm the only one who can see you!" I asked.
"True, but sometimes, a man has to walk around in nothing but his skivvies...Savvy!" he said with a quirk of his eyebrows.
"UHH! You're impossible!" I yelled throwing my hands up in the air and flopping on the couch beside him.
"And you're adorable when you're mad, you know that?" he said as I glared at him.. He shrank back only a bit before I said,
"I know it was you!"
"Well Missy, less you can prove it was, we're to assume ol' Jack is telling the truth!" he said with his cocky grin. What happened next I'm still not entirely sure why I did what I did. My guess would be temporary insanity due to lack of food. I kissed Jack. Right smack dab on the lips. I took his face in my hands roughly and I gave him a good long kiss. I could tell he was surprised, for when I pulled back, he said,
"I'd knew you'd warm up to me, but honestly Luv, I had no idea!"
"Your lips taste like wine!" I said as he blinked,
"What?"
"Well you did drink an entire bottle of red wine, did you not?" I smiled coyly at him as he slowly began to realize he had been caught. He shook his head and said,
"Never met someone who didn't fall for one of my charming lies."
"Until now!" I said coolly at him as I stood and began to head up the stairs.
"So is Mr. Scott as good of a kisser as you are?" asked Jack coyly. I stopped and said,
"I don't know yet. But maybe I will next Friday night!" He sat up,
"What? You mean you're going to see him again!"
"Yeah...get over it!" I said with a flip of my head as I continued up the stairs. Later, I gladly relinquished to Jack the bedroom and headed downstairs. I just did not want to be anywhere near Jack Sparrow or the stupid scrap of wood that brought him into my life.