A/n: Sorry this update is so late my computer malfunctioned but now to make it up to you this chappie will be supper long.
The storm was trouble from the start; the winds picked right up and bustled the poor ship and crew about. Waves crashed into the stern, shimmed across the deck, and flooded the lower bowels, but thanks to Jhune they headed steadily closer to the island's shore.
Jack Sparrow lunged forward and grabbed a safety line, right before another wave spilled over the side that might have swept him away. Most of his crew was bailing water from the shipboards, but his job, with Jhune's help, was to secure the sails.
"You ready, Jhune?" Jack turned to his companion with a smirk.
"Aye aye Captain."
Determined they climbed up the mast together- safety lines about their waists- and hooked their legs around the wooden column beneath them. Jack began to tighten the knots on the far side while Jhune worked on the other. The white sheets billowed about the Pirate Captain, striking him hard trying to push him back. If the wind continued at this rate Jack figured they'd probably shred.
They worked hard and fast; Jhune was like a professional swinging graceful through the sky of white. This caused a warm fuzzy feeling in Jack's stomach, and he couldn't tear his eyes from the lad. He followed the slim figure with eyes of a hawk watching his every move, and temporarily forgetting his own duty. When the white swathe swung free and whipped around Jack it hit with such force he was caught up and began to fall.
The air whizzed by him as he fell, the sail pulled away returning his vision. He would have been safe- saved by the cord around him- but just then the boat jerked and the safety line snapped. The descent was quick; with the deck merely yards away and getting closer a fear lurched in Jacks stomach. A fear for his life.
Jhune though had seen the Captain fall, and after grabbing a second safety line made his own dive. He being much smaller and thus more aerial dynamic fell faster than Jack, and soon had a hold of him. A knot was quickly tied before the ropes went taunt, leaving them dangled there clasped in each other's arms.
Jack's face was awash with fear, and in the midst of the storm they both felt some gloom. So to lighten a heavy situation Jhune mockingly said, "You always seem to end up in my arms."
"Land ho!" "Land ho!" Came shouts from below.
Jake looked at Jhune and saw that their moment had already left his mind. Reminding himself that Jhune was- well Jhune, he pushed his more desperate thoughts aside and focused on the call for land.
"What are you fools wasting? Time?" Jack chuckled to himself, and the instant attention he got. "Not on my watch. Now cut me down."
There was a moment of confusion but soon he and Jhune were standing on solid ground again.
"Alright men steer into that bay and lay anchor. Someone make sure to take down those sails. Now that we're here we don't need them." The ship was instantly in an uproar but he didn't care. It was the Captains duty to look after the crew and that meant figuring out this blasted island. It looked like a normal, barren paradise but looks could be deceiving.
Suddenly a cry rose behind him, and he whirled around to see Jhune on the ground his face insanely ashen. Words leapt to his throat that he could not speak and for a second he couldn't even move, but as Captain he did. The feelings that flooded him were strange and he couldn't understand them, but as he looked at the hurting boy in front of him his heart wept.
"Hang in there lad, you'll be fine." He whispered soothingly and he knelt down and examined the side, which Jhune clutched in pain. Knowing he might not be fine filled Jack with dread, but he faked it with a cheery smile. "You seem to have a broken rib. Scoaruge! Scoaruge come look we have an injury."
"No, no I'm fine I promise." Panic filled Jhune's eyes and he tried to stand, but with a twisted scream he fell again.
Scoaruge come up out of breath, "What seems to be the problem Cap?"
"Jhune has a broken rib that needs examination."
"It's probably just a fracture." He looked Jhune up and down before continuing, "With his small frame the rope could have easily knocked something askew. I'll take a look."
Hoisting Jhune up Scoaruge began to carnie him below deck but he wouldn't have it. He began kicking and screaming, his hands grabbing a hold of Jack. "No, no, no I'm fine. I'm fine I swear."
Jack didn't know what was worse the look in Jhune's face or what might have been the reason behind that look. "Shhhh! Lad he is a doctor-sorta- you'll be in good care with him."
"Oh come on Capt'n," Scoaruge grumbled, "are we really going to keep this boy? I mean he wastes more than he's worth."
All Jack did was look at Scoaruge and he and the boy were gone below deck. The malice that had been in Jack's eyes would have scared his greatest enemy and even more his shipmate.
"Take care Jhune." Jack called after the retreating figures.
Captain Jack paced the deck while his crew filed onto shore. He was waiting patiently which wasn't one of his strong traits. For all he knew it could take hours, but he would wait in the freezing rain.
It was no more than five minuets when the door leading below burst open. Jacks heart soared at the thought that everything was okay, and plummeted all in the same breath. For Scoaruge emerged red in the face, and dragging a whimpering Jhune behind him.
"What is the meaning of this!" Jack was outraged never had he seen such cruel disrespect from one of his crew to the next.
A gnarly sound sprang from the lips of Scoaruge as he flung the boy at his Captains feet. "See for yourself."
Jack bent down and froze again for the second time the past five minutes. Jhune was how he always was except now his shirt was off and his chest exposed. Jacks mouth dropped at the sight he saw there and he withdrew. What could it mean those small round swells there that dipped and curved like a woman's breasts? The sound of running feet awakened his trance, as three of his men ran forward to see what the noise was about. They too froze.
"I don't understand." Jack shook his head in wonder.
"He is a she. What is so hard to get?" Scoaruge threw up his hands in rage. "And a Brit spy at that. Argh!"
"No, no. That's not true." It was the first sign of defense from Jhune. Her husky voice had been tossed aside and the voice beneath it shook Jack. It was a divine voice soft and desperate at this time: the voice of a woman.
"So you're not a girl?" Came a response behind Jack. One of the crew, Peter, had opened his big dumb mouth.
Jhune shot him an evil glare, "Yes I am a woman, but I'm not a spy."
Turning her wistful green eyes to Jack she begged him to listen. He keep his expression stern for trust was gone know. She had lied to him once and she could lie to him again, he wouldn't get his feelings mixed up in this.
"So who are you?"
"My real name is Juniper, but you can call me June."