CHAPTER 4: It's Just Ol' Jack
Katherine's blue eyes opened slowly and for several sleepy moments she didn't know where she was. She turned her head to the right and saw Jack Sparrow asleep in the chair. Slowly, the events of the previous day returned to her.
Katherine blushed as she remembered sobbing in the pirate's arms. Pirates had destroyed her life and yet Jack Sparrow had saved her from drowning. She was torn between hatred for the men that had murdered her father and a grudging respect and interest in the eccentric pirate captain to whom she owed her life. Jack Sparrow had given her shelter and even held her as she cried. What pirate would show that sort of kindness?
She studied him thoughtfully as he slept. Jack slumped in his chair arms crossed over his chest, dark hair falling forward to frame his tanned face. Her fingers itched with the desire to run her fingers through that dark hair. It was interesting to say the least. There were beads woven into it, some parts were braided, and some just simply hung free. Katherine suddenly ached to remove the red scarf from his hair and see just how long his hair really was.
He was handsome enough Katherine mused even if he was a scoundrel. She smiled. She'd never seen a man sashay as he walked but somehow it worked on Jack. The extravagant hand motions he used were odd but made him seem so alive when he spoke. If his listeners were not careful they could easily find themselves lulled into a trace by the gentle movements of those hand through the air.
Katherine couldn't help but wonder where Jack Sparrow had come from. He was educated. His manner of speech gave that much away. Jack was too smart to be ordinary gutter-trash. His dark eyes were unfathomable. It would be so easy to fall into their depths. His mannerisms were a bit odd, some might call him mad, but Katherine disagreed with them. If Jack Sparrow was daft then he was daft like a fox. Katherine smiled again. He looked so sweet sitting there. In fact when he was sleeping he looked almost . . . innocent.
"Like what ya see, Miss Darcy?" Jack asked without opening his eyes.
"I'm not sure yet," she answered refusing to be embarrassed that she had been caught staring. She sat up gingerly. "That's what I was trying to figure out."
Jack opened his eyes and stretched wincing as his back protested. Katherine felt suddenly guilty that she had deprived him of his bed. Jack stood looking about for his hat before spotting it lying on his table with the remnants of last night's dinner. "How are ya feelin' this mornin', Miss Darcy?"
"Better, thank you," Katherine hesitated before continuing, "And please, call me Katherine, Captain Sparrow."
Jack smiled. Maybe the wee lassie wasn't such a shrew after all. Not many of her class would deign to be on such intimate terms with a pirate. The least he could do was give her the same curtsey. "Very well, Katherine. But," he added, "Only if you call me Jack" He extended a hand and winked, "Do we 'ave an accord?"
Katherine smiled back and took his hand. It was rough from many years of hard work. "We have an accord."
"Wonderful. Now I must be seein' to my ship." Jack turned to leave but Katherine tugged on his hand.
"Ca-Jack," she began, "Am I allowed to leave this room?" She didn't want to be alone.
Jack hesitated, "'Are you sure yer well enough, luv?"
"Just for a little while, Jack," she pleaded," I won't get in the way."
Jack sighed. He found that he couldn't resist the puppy dog look those big blue eyes were sending his way. The fresh may do her some good he rationalized. "Very well, but you are not to leave me sight," Jack replied firmly.
Katherine smiled and it made this worth the aggravation that this was probably going to cause him. "Deal."
"Stay here a moment," Jack said picking up one of his chairs and disappearing out the door. Her returned several minutes later and wrapping her in a blanket lifted her into his arms.
"Jack-" she squawked her arms wrapping instinctively around his neck.
"Hush, luv," he said, "Don't be in such a bloody hurry. Take it easy for a few days." Katherine closed her mouth knowing that she was still too weak to walk very far. Jack carried her out onto the deck and she clung to him more tightly as she became aware of the stares of the crew. Jack was aware of them also and wanted it that way. This way the crew would see that Katherine was under his protection and they could avoid any unpleasant situations in the future.
As Jack carried her up the stairs to the helm Katherine saw that Jack had placed the chair mere feet from the helm. Jack sat her down in the chair. "Now, just stay there so you don't get hurt," he told her taking the wheel from the woman Anamaria.
Katherine merely nodded and looked out at the clear blue of the Caribbean waters. She closed her eyes and basked in the wind upon her face. Katherine was soothed by it's fingers in her long hair. Slowly the sun's rays warmed her and relaxed her aching muscles. Lulled by the rocking of the ship Katherine drifted off to sleep.
Jack looked down at the girl and smiled. The lass had fallen asleep in the chair. Her face was peaceful for the first time since Jack had pulled her from the water. Jack shook his head knowing how soothing the sea could be when she was in a good mood. It was why he loved her so. Jack found Anamaria on the ropes and waiting until she looked in his direction motioned her over. "Take the helm while I put her back to bed."
Anamaria arched an eyebrow but took the wheel. Jack gathered Katherine up in his arms again and was surprised when she mumbled something in her sleep and snuggled up against his shoulder. Jack was suddenly glad that he had found her and that she had escaped the pirates that had attacked her ship. Katherine Darcy was too fine a thing to be tarnished by cruel hands. Jack winced at the path his thoughts were taking. He was going soft. Jack carried her back into his cabin and laid her down on the bed. Katherine whimpered slightly then curled back up and drifted off to sleep. Jack crept towards the door and stepped back out onto the deck closing the door quietly behind him. He returned to the helm where Anamaria awaited him a displeased expression on her face.
What are you goin' to do with the girl?" she demanded.
Jack sighed, "Please not now, woman."
"Yes, now. What are you goin' to do with 'er."
"I don't know," he replied after a moment, "That girl has nowhere to go. The pirates that attacked her ship murdered her father and blew up the ship. Everything she 'ad was on that ship. And no, before you even ask, we can't even try to ransom her. She has nothing and no one."
"That's not our problem, Jack!"
"What do ya want me to do then?" Jack snapped, "Leave 'er on some God -forsaken island with a pistol and a single shot?"
Anamaria was stunned. It took her a moment to find her voice. "It's not the same, Jack," she reasoned, "You didn't attack her ship."
Jack's features hardened as he realized he had reveal too much of his feelings. "This discussion is over."
"Jack . . ."
"It's over, Anamaria."
The woman sighed, "Yes, Captain."
Two days later Katherine sat on Jack's bed bored out of her mind. She was recovering quickly and had slept much of the last two days. She had not been outside since Jack had put the chair by the wheel so that he could watch her. Jack was currently on deck attending to his ship. She wished that he would return and drive away her thoughts. The harsh reality of her father's death was only kept at bay when the captain was in her presence. When she was alone the images threatened to drive her mad.
A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts. "Who is it?" she called.
"Anamaria, Miss."
"Come in."
Anamaria entered the room and Katherine raised an eyebrow. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"I wanted to have a word with ye, Miss."
"Have a seat. And please, call me Katherine. It's odd to have you call me 'miss' since you are the only other woman on board this ship."
Anamaria took the same chair that Jack had slept in. She had known exactly what she wanted to say but now she was uneasy. She had been prepared to find out what the girl wanted with Jack and then get her off the Pearl but now the girl's friendliness made her rethink her approach. After all, she didn't seem like that bad of a girl and she had been at death's door a very short time ago. Anamaria took a deep breath, "I wanted to talk to ya 'bout the Captain."
Katherine frowned in confusion. "What about him?"
"Jack doesn't need any one using their looks to take advantage of him if you know what I mean. What are your intentions towards Jack Sparrow?"
Katherine was momentarily speechless, "What do you mean," she managed.
Anamaria leaned forward, "I want to know if yer playin' Jack for a fool."
Katherine understood now. This woman was protecting the Captain. "Anamaria," she said, laying a hand over that of the older woman, "Jack Sparrow saved my life. I swear that I wouldn't do anything to harm your Captain. He has been nothing but kind. I am indebted to him."
"Aye, but we're pirates," Anamaria reminded her, "Pirates killed your father."
Katherine nodded. She pulled her hand way trying to push away the images that assaulted her mind. Her hands trembled in her lap and she felt the color drain from her face. She felt herself slipping.
Anamaria saw the girl pale and knew she had pushed too far, "Katherine?"
Katherine whimpered closing her eyes trying not to see. Gunshots echoed in her mind. She could smell gunpowder and blood. She looked around the cabin wildly. She had to get out before they found her.
Katherine scrambled to her feet flinging the door open and dashing out onto the deck. She screamed as she saw the bodies of the crew scattered across the deck and backed towards the railing.
Jack looked up from the wheel when Katherine let out a piercing scream and backed towards the railing looking wildly around her. Anamaria appeared from his cabin, "She's mad, Captain! She thinks she's back on the merchant ship!"
Jack jumped down onto the main deck. "Stay back," he ordered as Katherine was dangerously close to the rail. Hadn't she said that she had jumped overboard to escape the pirates that had attacked her ship?
Jack approached the terrified girl slowly, "Come 'ere, luv," he said softly, "You're safe now, Katherine. No one aboard this ship is goin' to hurt ye."
Katherine shook her head staring at something behind him. Jack turned but nothing was there. He turned back to her. "Look at me," he commanded sharply bringing her eyes to his face. Something in those blue depths flickered.
"Jack?" Katherine swayed grasping onto the rail in order to keep her feet.
"That's right, darlin', it's just ol' Jack," Jack moved closer and held out his hand, "Give me yer hand, lass."
Katherine held out her hand uncertainly. Jack had saved her right? He hadn't harmed her in any way. She could trust him couldn't she? Jack grabbed her hand pulling her away from the rail and into his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder trembling.
"I've got you, luv," Jack held her looking at Anamaria suspiciously.
"Captain," the woman started but Jack held up a hand.
"I'll square with you later. Take the helm."
Katherine lifted her head from his shoulder, "I'm on the Pearl," she whispered. She looked up at Jack, "What happened?" She leaned against him heavily. Her ribs ached and she was having a hard time remembering why.
"Ssshh. We'll talk about that once we get you back to bed," Keeping one arm around her waist Jack led her back to the cabin but paused at the door beckoning to Gibbs.
"Yes, Captain?"
"You're in charge. I'm going to be indisposed for a wee bit."
"Aye."
With that Jack ushered Katherine in and shut the door behind them. Jack sat her down on the bed and handed her a bottle of rum. "Drink some of that, luv."
Katherine did as she was told, her mind working furiously to sort through what had just happened. Jack knew. He'd had the same problem after what Barbossa had done to him. "You went away for a bit, Katherine," Jack told her softly, "You thought you were back on the merchant ship didn't ye?"
Katherine nodded brushing tears away with the back of her hand. She looked up at Jack, "I'm mad aren't I?"
Jack smiled gently and shook his head. "No, Katie, you've just been through 'ell" She smiled at the nickname, "But wot I want to know is what set ya off? What was Anamaria doing in 'ere?"
Katherine saw the anger in Jack's kohl-lined eyes, "Don't be angry with her, Jack. She was just looking out for you!"
"What did she say to you, Katherine?"
"She just wanted to make sure I didn't plan on betraying you because you're a pirate and pirates . . ." she trailed off feeling the memories threatening to overtake her again, "Please, Jack," she plowed on, "Don't be angry. It wasn't her fault."
Jack nodded, "I'll take that under consideration."
"Jack-"
"Hush," Jack told her firmly, "The crew is my responsibility." Katherine fell silent one hand running over the bandaged cut above her right eye absently. "Now, that's look at that cut, shall we?"
Katherine nodded and sat still while Jack unwound the bandage from her head. "Doesn't look bad at all," he said, "I think you'll live."
Katherine smiled absently fighting what seemed a loosing battle to keep her thoughts off of what had happened. Desperate she blurted out the first thing that came to her battered mind. "Who put that stuff in your hair?"
Jack blinked then shrugged, "Anamaria taught me." The pirated could see that she was desperate for a distraction, "Do you want some of your own?"
"You don't have to," she said even though her eyes pleaded with him.
"Nonsense," he told her, "It'd be me pleasure."
Jack dug through his trunk producing all manner of beads and other trinkets. He gestured towards the chair by the bed. "Sit there, luv,"
Katherine stood wincing. Her escapade had aggravated her ribs. Funny while she had thought she was on the merchant vessel again she hadn't even felt them. She felt them now to be certain. Jack produced a brush and stood behind Katherine. He started by simply braiding several sections of her hair and wove beads through others. Finally he took several gold earrings that had been amongst Barbossa's treasure weaving those in as well. An hour later Jack stepped back. "There. Go take a look-see."
Katherine walked carefully over to Jack's mirror. The earrings tinkled as she moved. It was odd for a pirate to have a mirror. Katherine smiled. Maybe it was not so odd for this one. She giggled. She really looked like a pirate now!
Jack smiled glad to see her in better spirits. "I should return to me duties."
Katherine frowned, "They must think I'm crazy. They crew I mean."
"Don't fret 'bout the crew," Jack laughed, "They've seen stranger things, luv." Jack saw how pale the girl still was. Katherine was obviously still very frightened by her mental lapse. This presented Jack with a problem. He had a ship to run but he couldn't really leave her alone. Not after what had happened. She might hurt herself if it happened again. "You look like you could use some fresh air, my dear," Jack said cheerfully, "You'd best come with me."
Jack laughed as she grinned uncertainly and shook his head. She really did look like a pirate. Then he sighed. Gibbs and Anamaria would give him no peace when they saw her hair.
Jack and Katherine appeared on deck and Jack looked around wondering just what to do with the girl. Jack sensed his crew staring at Katherine; No doubt they had noticed her hair. Katherine paused and Jack turned his head to see one of his men sitting on deck attempting to patch his jacket. Collin Strong had been in the rigging all day and he was tired causing his hand to shake. Katherine approached the man and smiled. "Can I help you with that, sir?"
Collin looked up surprised then grinned, "I'd appreciate it, Miss." Katherine slowly eased herself down next to him taking the jacket and needle and set to work patching the garment.
Jack shrugged mentally. That would keep her out of trouble for a bit. It would also give him a few minutes alone with Anamaria.
Leaving the lass to her task Jack climbed the steps to the helm stopping behind Anamaria and waited.
Anamaria knew why Jack was there. There would be hell to pay and it was better to get it over with. She turned to face her captain and long time friend, "Jack-"
Jack held up his hand. He leaned on the rail and when he spoke his voice was gentle. "We've known each other a long time, luv," he said softly, "I thought ye had learned to trust me."
Anamaria sighed, "It's not you that I have a hard time trustin'. I just don't want ya to be getting hurt again." She hesitated and when she spoke again her voice was soft, "You've been wrong 'bout people before, Jack."
Jack closed his eyes. Yes, he had been dead wrong about his former first mate and crew. But, somehow, Katherine was different. Jack took Anamaria gently by the arm and pulled her to stand next to him. "Look at her," Jack gestured to Katherine who had just finished the coat and was handing it back to its owner with a smile, "She's nothin' like Barbossa. Do ya really think that she's capable of that kind of treachery?"
Anamaria shook her head, "No, I don't"
Jack sighed, "You went behind me back, Ana. I know ye didn't mean any harm, that ye couldn't have known what would happen but you could have gotten the girl killed."
Ana bit her lip. She almost wished Jack would yell instead of just seeming hurt. "I'm sorry, Jack."
Jack smiled turning back to the helm, "I know. It's forgotten, luv."
Ana looked at him out of the corner of her eye, "What happened to the girl's hair?"
"Shut up."
Ana smiled but that smile quickly faded as she saw one of the men approach Katherine. It was Snake Jones and Ana didn't trust him one bit.
Katherine rose from the deck intending on joining Jack at the helm to make sure he wasn't being too hard on the well-intentioned Anamaria. But one of the crew was walking towards her and she didn't like the lustful look in his eyes. Katherine attempted to sidestep him but he grabbed her arms pulling her up against him.
"Let me go!" she demanded trying to pull away.
The man's grip tightened and Katherine cried out as his fingers dung into her tender flesh hard enough to leave more bruises on her already bruised arms. Every twist of her body made her ribs ache but she ignored them continuing to struggle against her captor. "Behave darlin'!" he snapped shaking her.
Katherine looked him in the eye her lips curling in distaste her ice blue eyes flashing with fury. "Go to hell!" she spat before driving her knee into his groin causing him to release his grip and double over. Katherine used the opportunity to grab his cutlass. By the time the pirate straightened he found himself nose to tip with his own blade.
"You don't know how t' use that," he sneered.
She arched a delicate brow, "Don't I?" her hand flashed and the pirate's pants fell down around his ankles and the tip of the sword was inches from his throat once more. Katherine smirked as she heard the amused chuckles and catcalls of the crew. Katherine saw Jack standing only a few yards away. He must have run towards her instantly. The Captain was alert but letting her handle things for the moment.
"Listen to me!" she yelled so that all could hear, "The next bastard that lays a hand on me will loose that hand!" She smirked at the now astonished faces of the crew.
"Where . . . how?" the man stuttered staring at the tip of his sword.
"My father was more indulgent than most. I learned from the best masters in England," she told him smugly, "I am more than capable of defending myself and I will kill the next man that lays a hand on me!"
"And if she doesn't I will," Jack finally stepped in having let Katherine make her point. He had been just as surprise to see that she knew how to use a sword as the rest of the Pearl 's crew had been. Not that he'd let anyone else know that. "Mr, Gibbs," he ordered, "Take Mr. Jones to the brig. He'll be goin' ashore at the first opportunity."
Jones reddened, "You can't do that!"
Jack's eyes darkened his swagger and bluster were gone and the look on his face made Jones shudder, "Either that or ye can walk the plank right now, mate. Savvy?" Jack replied softly.
Jones glared but fell silent allowing Gibbs to lead him away. Jack turned to Katherine, "That was quite a show, luv."
Katherine shrugged. She was shaken but tried not to show it. Suddenly she realized that she was still holding the sword. She offered it to Jack hilt first. "Sorry that I cost you a crew member."
Jack took the cutlass and shook his head. "Not your fault. That man has been a thorn in me side since I took him on in Tortuga." Jack placed a finger under her chin, "If anybody should be apologizing it'd be me. I gave ye me word that you were safe aboard the Pearl."
It was Katherine's turn to shake her head. "You can't watch me all the time. You have a ship to run." Katherine looked down suddenly understanding how much her presence had kept Jack from those duties. The sooner she was off this ship the better it would be for Jack. He probably couldn't wait to get rid of her. But where would she go? Why did the idea of leaving Jack bother her so much?
"Katherine?"
Katherine lifted her eyes from the deck to find Jack watching her worriedly. "Are ya all right, lass?"
Katherine forced a smile that was unconvincing at best, "Excuse me," she muttered turning and quickly disappearing back into the cabin.
Jack had to consciously make an effort not to follow. He didn't think she'd do anything stupid. Perhaps the lass just needed some time to herself. He'd talk to her when she was ready.
When Jack joined Katherine in his cabin for dinner he found her quiet and withdrawn. He watched as she stared at her plate merely playing with her food. Jack was surprised by how much he missed her smile. Jack took a swig of rum slamming the bottle back on the table "Are ya sure that nothing is wrong, lass?"
"I'm fine," she answered continuing to pick at her food.
"Obviously, you're not," Jack disagreed, "You've hardly said a word and you've done nothing but play with your dinner. Are ye sick?"
"I'm just a little tired, Jack." She lied. Well, she was tired so it wasn't a complete lie. Jack was doubtful but let it pass. The girl had had a trying day. "Starving yourself isn't going to help," he insisted firmly, "Eat."
Katherine sighed and forced down enough of her dinner to satisfy Jack. It wasn't that the food wasn't delicious because it was; she just wasn't hungry.
After dinner she went to the bed and lay down. After a while she heard Jack leave; he must have thought she was sleeping. She lay lost in her thoughts until her restless mind finally drifted off to sleep the pillow beneath her head wet with her tears.
Jack returned shortly before midnight slightly drunk. He staggered over to the bed and frowned. The moonlight leaking through the window made the cabin bright enough the Jack could still see the tracks that tears had made across her fair skin. Jack reached out and caressed her cheek gently catching his breath when her hand reached up to grab his wrist. Katherine didn't wake but pulled on his arm in her sleep tugging him closer to the bed. Jack shrugged. It wouldn't hurt anything to share the bed. Jack pulled off his coat and shoes and climbed into bed pulling Katherine into his arms.
Katherine smiled in her sleep turning to face him and burying her face in his chest. Jack sucked in a breath and then let it out in a sigh. He fought down his body's instinctive response. Anamaria had been wrong. This girl was more a threat to his heart than Barbossa's treachery had ever been.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE
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Katherine's blue eyes opened slowly and for several sleepy moments she didn't know where she was. She turned her head to the right and saw Jack Sparrow asleep in the chair. Slowly, the events of the previous day returned to her.
Katherine blushed as she remembered sobbing in the pirate's arms. Pirates had destroyed her life and yet Jack Sparrow had saved her from drowning. She was torn between hatred for the men that had murdered her father and a grudging respect and interest in the eccentric pirate captain to whom she owed her life. Jack Sparrow had given her shelter and even held her as she cried. What pirate would show that sort of kindness?
She studied him thoughtfully as he slept. Jack slumped in his chair arms crossed over his chest, dark hair falling forward to frame his tanned face. Her fingers itched with the desire to run her fingers through that dark hair. It was interesting to say the least. There were beads woven into it, some parts were braided, and some just simply hung free. Katherine suddenly ached to remove the red scarf from his hair and see just how long his hair really was.
He was handsome enough Katherine mused even if he was a scoundrel. She smiled. She'd never seen a man sashay as he walked but somehow it worked on Jack. The extravagant hand motions he used were odd but made him seem so alive when he spoke. If his listeners were not careful they could easily find themselves lulled into a trace by the gentle movements of those hand through the air.
Katherine couldn't help but wonder where Jack Sparrow had come from. He was educated. His manner of speech gave that much away. Jack was too smart to be ordinary gutter-trash. His dark eyes were unfathomable. It would be so easy to fall into their depths. His mannerisms were a bit odd, some might call him mad, but Katherine disagreed with them. If Jack Sparrow was daft then he was daft like a fox. Katherine smiled again. He looked so sweet sitting there. In fact when he was sleeping he looked almost . . . innocent.
"Like what ya see, Miss Darcy?" Jack asked without opening his eyes.
"I'm not sure yet," she answered refusing to be embarrassed that she had been caught staring. She sat up gingerly. "That's what I was trying to figure out."
Jack opened his eyes and stretched wincing as his back protested. Katherine felt suddenly guilty that she had deprived him of his bed. Jack stood looking about for his hat before spotting it lying on his table with the remnants of last night's dinner. "How are ya feelin' this mornin', Miss Darcy?"
"Better, thank you," Katherine hesitated before continuing, "And please, call me Katherine, Captain Sparrow."
Jack smiled. Maybe the wee lassie wasn't such a shrew after all. Not many of her class would deign to be on such intimate terms with a pirate. The least he could do was give her the same curtsey. "Very well, Katherine. But," he added, "Only if you call me Jack" He extended a hand and winked, "Do we 'ave an accord?"
Katherine smiled back and took his hand. It was rough from many years of hard work. "We have an accord."
"Wonderful. Now I must be seein' to my ship." Jack turned to leave but Katherine tugged on his hand.
"Ca-Jack," she began, "Am I allowed to leave this room?" She didn't want to be alone.
Jack hesitated, "'Are you sure yer well enough, luv?"
"Just for a little while, Jack," she pleaded," I won't get in the way."
Jack sighed. He found that he couldn't resist the puppy dog look those big blue eyes were sending his way. The fresh may do her some good he rationalized. "Very well, but you are not to leave me sight," Jack replied firmly.
Katherine smiled and it made this worth the aggravation that this was probably going to cause him. "Deal."
"Stay here a moment," Jack said picking up one of his chairs and disappearing out the door. Her returned several minutes later and wrapping her in a blanket lifted her into his arms.
"Jack-" she squawked her arms wrapping instinctively around his neck.
"Hush, luv," he said, "Don't be in such a bloody hurry. Take it easy for a few days." Katherine closed her mouth knowing that she was still too weak to walk very far. Jack carried her out onto the deck and she clung to him more tightly as she became aware of the stares of the crew. Jack was aware of them also and wanted it that way. This way the crew would see that Katherine was under his protection and they could avoid any unpleasant situations in the future.
As Jack carried her up the stairs to the helm Katherine saw that Jack had placed the chair mere feet from the helm. Jack sat her down in the chair. "Now, just stay there so you don't get hurt," he told her taking the wheel from the woman Anamaria.
Katherine merely nodded and looked out at the clear blue of the Caribbean waters. She closed her eyes and basked in the wind upon her face. Katherine was soothed by it's fingers in her long hair. Slowly the sun's rays warmed her and relaxed her aching muscles. Lulled by the rocking of the ship Katherine drifted off to sleep.
Jack looked down at the girl and smiled. The lass had fallen asleep in the chair. Her face was peaceful for the first time since Jack had pulled her from the water. Jack shook his head knowing how soothing the sea could be when she was in a good mood. It was why he loved her so. Jack found Anamaria on the ropes and waiting until she looked in his direction motioned her over. "Take the helm while I put her back to bed."
Anamaria arched an eyebrow but took the wheel. Jack gathered Katherine up in his arms again and was surprised when she mumbled something in her sleep and snuggled up against his shoulder. Jack was suddenly glad that he had found her and that she had escaped the pirates that had attacked her ship. Katherine Darcy was too fine a thing to be tarnished by cruel hands. Jack winced at the path his thoughts were taking. He was going soft. Jack carried her back into his cabin and laid her down on the bed. Katherine whimpered slightly then curled back up and drifted off to sleep. Jack crept towards the door and stepped back out onto the deck closing the door quietly behind him. He returned to the helm where Anamaria awaited him a displeased expression on her face.
What are you goin' to do with the girl?" she demanded.
Jack sighed, "Please not now, woman."
"Yes, now. What are you goin' to do with 'er."
"I don't know," he replied after a moment, "That girl has nowhere to go. The pirates that attacked her ship murdered her father and blew up the ship. Everything she 'ad was on that ship. And no, before you even ask, we can't even try to ransom her. She has nothing and no one."
"That's not our problem, Jack!"
"What do ya want me to do then?" Jack snapped, "Leave 'er on some God -forsaken island with a pistol and a single shot?"
Anamaria was stunned. It took her a moment to find her voice. "It's not the same, Jack," she reasoned, "You didn't attack her ship."
Jack's features hardened as he realized he had reveal too much of his feelings. "This discussion is over."
"Jack . . ."
"It's over, Anamaria."
The woman sighed, "Yes, Captain."
Two days later Katherine sat on Jack's bed bored out of her mind. She was recovering quickly and had slept much of the last two days. She had not been outside since Jack had put the chair by the wheel so that he could watch her. Jack was currently on deck attending to his ship. She wished that he would return and drive away her thoughts. The harsh reality of her father's death was only kept at bay when the captain was in her presence. When she was alone the images threatened to drive her mad.
A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts. "Who is it?" she called.
"Anamaria, Miss."
"Come in."
Anamaria entered the room and Katherine raised an eyebrow. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"I wanted to have a word with ye, Miss."
"Have a seat. And please, call me Katherine. It's odd to have you call me 'miss' since you are the only other woman on board this ship."
Anamaria took the same chair that Jack had slept in. She had known exactly what she wanted to say but now she was uneasy. She had been prepared to find out what the girl wanted with Jack and then get her off the Pearl but now the girl's friendliness made her rethink her approach. After all, she didn't seem like that bad of a girl and she had been at death's door a very short time ago. Anamaria took a deep breath, "I wanted to talk to ya 'bout the Captain."
Katherine frowned in confusion. "What about him?"
"Jack doesn't need any one using their looks to take advantage of him if you know what I mean. What are your intentions towards Jack Sparrow?"
Katherine was momentarily speechless, "What do you mean," she managed.
Anamaria leaned forward, "I want to know if yer playin' Jack for a fool."
Katherine understood now. This woman was protecting the Captain. "Anamaria," she said, laying a hand over that of the older woman, "Jack Sparrow saved my life. I swear that I wouldn't do anything to harm your Captain. He has been nothing but kind. I am indebted to him."
"Aye, but we're pirates," Anamaria reminded her, "Pirates killed your father."
Katherine nodded. She pulled her hand way trying to push away the images that assaulted her mind. Her hands trembled in her lap and she felt the color drain from her face. She felt herself slipping.
Anamaria saw the girl pale and knew she had pushed too far, "Katherine?"
Katherine whimpered closing her eyes trying not to see. Gunshots echoed in her mind. She could smell gunpowder and blood. She looked around the cabin wildly. She had to get out before they found her.
Katherine scrambled to her feet flinging the door open and dashing out onto the deck. She screamed as she saw the bodies of the crew scattered across the deck and backed towards the railing.
Jack looked up from the wheel when Katherine let out a piercing scream and backed towards the railing looking wildly around her. Anamaria appeared from his cabin, "She's mad, Captain! She thinks she's back on the merchant ship!"
Jack jumped down onto the main deck. "Stay back," he ordered as Katherine was dangerously close to the rail. Hadn't she said that she had jumped overboard to escape the pirates that had attacked her ship?
Jack approached the terrified girl slowly, "Come 'ere, luv," he said softly, "You're safe now, Katherine. No one aboard this ship is goin' to hurt ye."
Katherine shook her head staring at something behind him. Jack turned but nothing was there. He turned back to her. "Look at me," he commanded sharply bringing her eyes to his face. Something in those blue depths flickered.
"Jack?" Katherine swayed grasping onto the rail in order to keep her feet.
"That's right, darlin', it's just ol' Jack," Jack moved closer and held out his hand, "Give me yer hand, lass."
Katherine held out her hand uncertainly. Jack had saved her right? He hadn't harmed her in any way. She could trust him couldn't she? Jack grabbed her hand pulling her away from the rail and into his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder trembling.
"I've got you, luv," Jack held her looking at Anamaria suspiciously.
"Captain," the woman started but Jack held up a hand.
"I'll square with you later. Take the helm."
Katherine lifted her head from his shoulder, "I'm on the Pearl," she whispered. She looked up at Jack, "What happened?" She leaned against him heavily. Her ribs ached and she was having a hard time remembering why.
"Ssshh. We'll talk about that once we get you back to bed," Keeping one arm around her waist Jack led her back to the cabin but paused at the door beckoning to Gibbs.
"Yes, Captain?"
"You're in charge. I'm going to be indisposed for a wee bit."
"Aye."
With that Jack ushered Katherine in and shut the door behind them. Jack sat her down on the bed and handed her a bottle of rum. "Drink some of that, luv."
Katherine did as she was told, her mind working furiously to sort through what had just happened. Jack knew. He'd had the same problem after what Barbossa had done to him. "You went away for a bit, Katherine," Jack told her softly, "You thought you were back on the merchant ship didn't ye?"
Katherine nodded brushing tears away with the back of her hand. She looked up at Jack, "I'm mad aren't I?"
Jack smiled gently and shook his head. "No, Katie, you've just been through 'ell" She smiled at the nickname, "But wot I want to know is what set ya off? What was Anamaria doing in 'ere?"
Katherine saw the anger in Jack's kohl-lined eyes, "Don't be angry with her, Jack. She was just looking out for you!"
"What did she say to you, Katherine?"
"She just wanted to make sure I didn't plan on betraying you because you're a pirate and pirates . . ." she trailed off feeling the memories threatening to overtake her again, "Please, Jack," she plowed on, "Don't be angry. It wasn't her fault."
Jack nodded, "I'll take that under consideration."
"Jack-"
"Hush," Jack told her firmly, "The crew is my responsibility." Katherine fell silent one hand running over the bandaged cut above her right eye absently. "Now, that's look at that cut, shall we?"
Katherine nodded and sat still while Jack unwound the bandage from her head. "Doesn't look bad at all," he said, "I think you'll live."
Katherine smiled absently fighting what seemed a loosing battle to keep her thoughts off of what had happened. Desperate she blurted out the first thing that came to her battered mind. "Who put that stuff in your hair?"
Jack blinked then shrugged, "Anamaria taught me." The pirated could see that she was desperate for a distraction, "Do you want some of your own?"
"You don't have to," she said even though her eyes pleaded with him.
"Nonsense," he told her, "It'd be me pleasure."
Jack dug through his trunk producing all manner of beads and other trinkets. He gestured towards the chair by the bed. "Sit there, luv,"
Katherine stood wincing. Her escapade had aggravated her ribs. Funny while she had thought she was on the merchant vessel again she hadn't even felt them. She felt them now to be certain. Jack produced a brush and stood behind Katherine. He started by simply braiding several sections of her hair and wove beads through others. Finally he took several gold earrings that had been amongst Barbossa's treasure weaving those in as well. An hour later Jack stepped back. "There. Go take a look-see."
Katherine walked carefully over to Jack's mirror. The earrings tinkled as she moved. It was odd for a pirate to have a mirror. Katherine smiled. Maybe it was not so odd for this one. She giggled. She really looked like a pirate now!
Jack smiled glad to see her in better spirits. "I should return to me duties."
Katherine frowned, "They must think I'm crazy. They crew I mean."
"Don't fret 'bout the crew," Jack laughed, "They've seen stranger things, luv." Jack saw how pale the girl still was. Katherine was obviously still very frightened by her mental lapse. This presented Jack with a problem. He had a ship to run but he couldn't really leave her alone. Not after what had happened. She might hurt herself if it happened again. "You look like you could use some fresh air, my dear," Jack said cheerfully, "You'd best come with me."
Jack laughed as she grinned uncertainly and shook his head. She really did look like a pirate. Then he sighed. Gibbs and Anamaria would give him no peace when they saw her hair.
Jack and Katherine appeared on deck and Jack looked around wondering just what to do with the girl. Jack sensed his crew staring at Katherine; No doubt they had noticed her hair. Katherine paused and Jack turned his head to see one of his men sitting on deck attempting to patch his jacket. Collin Strong had been in the rigging all day and he was tired causing his hand to shake. Katherine approached the man and smiled. "Can I help you with that, sir?"
Collin looked up surprised then grinned, "I'd appreciate it, Miss." Katherine slowly eased herself down next to him taking the jacket and needle and set to work patching the garment.
Jack shrugged mentally. That would keep her out of trouble for a bit. It would also give him a few minutes alone with Anamaria.
Leaving the lass to her task Jack climbed the steps to the helm stopping behind Anamaria and waited.
Anamaria knew why Jack was there. There would be hell to pay and it was better to get it over with. She turned to face her captain and long time friend, "Jack-"
Jack held up his hand. He leaned on the rail and when he spoke his voice was gentle. "We've known each other a long time, luv," he said softly, "I thought ye had learned to trust me."
Anamaria sighed, "It's not you that I have a hard time trustin'. I just don't want ya to be getting hurt again." She hesitated and when she spoke again her voice was soft, "You've been wrong 'bout people before, Jack."
Jack closed his eyes. Yes, he had been dead wrong about his former first mate and crew. But, somehow, Katherine was different. Jack took Anamaria gently by the arm and pulled her to stand next to him. "Look at her," Jack gestured to Katherine who had just finished the coat and was handing it back to its owner with a smile, "She's nothin' like Barbossa. Do ya really think that she's capable of that kind of treachery?"
Anamaria shook her head, "No, I don't"
Jack sighed, "You went behind me back, Ana. I know ye didn't mean any harm, that ye couldn't have known what would happen but you could have gotten the girl killed."
Ana bit her lip. She almost wished Jack would yell instead of just seeming hurt. "I'm sorry, Jack."
Jack smiled turning back to the helm, "I know. It's forgotten, luv."
Ana looked at him out of the corner of her eye, "What happened to the girl's hair?"
"Shut up."
Ana smiled but that smile quickly faded as she saw one of the men approach Katherine. It was Snake Jones and Ana didn't trust him one bit.
Katherine rose from the deck intending on joining Jack at the helm to make sure he wasn't being too hard on the well-intentioned Anamaria. But one of the crew was walking towards her and she didn't like the lustful look in his eyes. Katherine attempted to sidestep him but he grabbed her arms pulling her up against him.
"Let me go!" she demanded trying to pull away.
The man's grip tightened and Katherine cried out as his fingers dung into her tender flesh hard enough to leave more bruises on her already bruised arms. Every twist of her body made her ribs ache but she ignored them continuing to struggle against her captor. "Behave darlin'!" he snapped shaking her.
Katherine looked him in the eye her lips curling in distaste her ice blue eyes flashing with fury. "Go to hell!" she spat before driving her knee into his groin causing him to release his grip and double over. Katherine used the opportunity to grab his cutlass. By the time the pirate straightened he found himself nose to tip with his own blade.
"You don't know how t' use that," he sneered.
She arched a delicate brow, "Don't I?" her hand flashed and the pirate's pants fell down around his ankles and the tip of the sword was inches from his throat once more. Katherine smirked as she heard the amused chuckles and catcalls of the crew. Katherine saw Jack standing only a few yards away. He must have run towards her instantly. The Captain was alert but letting her handle things for the moment.
"Listen to me!" she yelled so that all could hear, "The next bastard that lays a hand on me will loose that hand!" She smirked at the now astonished faces of the crew.
"Where . . . how?" the man stuttered staring at the tip of his sword.
"My father was more indulgent than most. I learned from the best masters in England," she told him smugly, "I am more than capable of defending myself and I will kill the next man that lays a hand on me!"
"And if she doesn't I will," Jack finally stepped in having let Katherine make her point. He had been just as surprise to see that she knew how to use a sword as the rest of the Pearl 's crew had been. Not that he'd let anyone else know that. "Mr, Gibbs," he ordered, "Take Mr. Jones to the brig. He'll be goin' ashore at the first opportunity."
Jones reddened, "You can't do that!"
Jack's eyes darkened his swagger and bluster were gone and the look on his face made Jones shudder, "Either that or ye can walk the plank right now, mate. Savvy?" Jack replied softly.
Jones glared but fell silent allowing Gibbs to lead him away. Jack turned to Katherine, "That was quite a show, luv."
Katherine shrugged. She was shaken but tried not to show it. Suddenly she realized that she was still holding the sword. She offered it to Jack hilt first. "Sorry that I cost you a crew member."
Jack took the cutlass and shook his head. "Not your fault. That man has been a thorn in me side since I took him on in Tortuga." Jack placed a finger under her chin, "If anybody should be apologizing it'd be me. I gave ye me word that you were safe aboard the Pearl."
It was Katherine's turn to shake her head. "You can't watch me all the time. You have a ship to run." Katherine looked down suddenly understanding how much her presence had kept Jack from those duties. The sooner she was off this ship the better it would be for Jack. He probably couldn't wait to get rid of her. But where would she go? Why did the idea of leaving Jack bother her so much?
"Katherine?"
Katherine lifted her eyes from the deck to find Jack watching her worriedly. "Are ya all right, lass?"
Katherine forced a smile that was unconvincing at best, "Excuse me," she muttered turning and quickly disappearing back into the cabin.
Jack had to consciously make an effort not to follow. He didn't think she'd do anything stupid. Perhaps the lass just needed some time to herself. He'd talk to her when she was ready.
When Jack joined Katherine in his cabin for dinner he found her quiet and withdrawn. He watched as she stared at her plate merely playing with her food. Jack was surprised by how much he missed her smile. Jack took a swig of rum slamming the bottle back on the table "Are ya sure that nothing is wrong, lass?"
"I'm fine," she answered continuing to pick at her food.
"Obviously, you're not," Jack disagreed, "You've hardly said a word and you've done nothing but play with your dinner. Are ye sick?"
"I'm just a little tired, Jack." She lied. Well, she was tired so it wasn't a complete lie. Jack was doubtful but let it pass. The girl had had a trying day. "Starving yourself isn't going to help," he insisted firmly, "Eat."
Katherine sighed and forced down enough of her dinner to satisfy Jack. It wasn't that the food wasn't delicious because it was; she just wasn't hungry.
After dinner she went to the bed and lay down. After a while she heard Jack leave; he must have thought she was sleeping. She lay lost in her thoughts until her restless mind finally drifted off to sleep the pillow beneath her head wet with her tears.
Jack returned shortly before midnight slightly drunk. He staggered over to the bed and frowned. The moonlight leaking through the window made the cabin bright enough the Jack could still see the tracks that tears had made across her fair skin. Jack reached out and caressed her cheek gently catching his breath when her hand reached up to grab his wrist. Katherine didn't wake but pulled on his arm in her sleep tugging him closer to the bed. Jack shrugged. It wouldn't hurt anything to share the bed. Jack pulled off his coat and shoes and climbed into bed pulling Katherine into his arms.
Katherine smiled in her sleep turning to face him and burying her face in his chest. Jack sucked in a breath and then let it out in a sigh. He fought down his body's instinctive response. Anamaria had been wrong. This girl was more a threat to his heart than Barbossa's treachery had ever been.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE
There ya go kiddies! Two new chapters added to hold you over until I can update again. I'd like to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews and positive comments that I've received so far. Keep them coming! It's so much easier to write when I know that people like what I'm writing. Until next time!