A very special thanks to ohmygiddyaunt for reviewing! I so totally appreciate it. I am trying to follow your advice, I just hope I can succeed. (Not to mention thanks for the encouragement! Yay! Huzzah! lol) I think that this one may be a bit better in structure (at least the second half! lol). But even if it's not, I hope you all enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Still not the proud owner of POTC.
The next day was a good day for sailing. The wind had definitely been on their side, they had been able to put a large distant between them and the island during the night. The crew was busy about their duties above when Camille was awoken by a knock on the door. Sleepily she opened her eyes, pulling the pillow closer to her. It was Ragetti, his wooden eye had apparently popped out a moment before because it was in his hand.
"The Cap'n told Pinters to come wake you up." He said putting the eye in its place. Stay in there blast it! he tried to smile at her, but found it quite awkward to be in the same room as her, she was now his best friend's wife after all.
She yawned sitting up, stretching her arms above her head. "Then why are you here instead of him?" She asked him.
"Dunno, Miss...er, Mrs.." He said confused on even how to refer to her.
She frowned a bit, thinking it over and then sighed. "Call me Camille, if you like." She said softly to him. He seemed so much like a young boy, something he didn't last night, that she couldn't stay angry at him.
He nodded, a smile easily came across his face this time, but still with a confused look. "Okay Miss Camille...er I mean Mrs..."
"Just Camille!" She said with a slight laugh. Then at that moment the realization on where she was at hit her. "So what am I supposed to do now?" She asked. "Did the Captain say?"
Ragetti thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, I believe he did...Yes, he did!" He said proud of himself for remembering. "He said to get ye somethin' to eat and send you up on deck."
She groaned a bit as she climbed to her feet. "So what do you pirates eat anyways?" She asked.
"Well, a lot of just have rum." Ragetti offered, "But you really don't eat rum, you drink it." he said blushing a bit. "I brought you some bread though." He said holding it out to her.
She looked at it hesitantly, not knowing whether or not to accept it. "Go ahead, it ain't poisoned." Pondering over it for another moment she finally took it. took it and began to eat it hungrily.
He watched her scarf up the bread, it was almost as though she hadn't eaten for days. Maybe she hadn't, the thought of that saddened him as it reminded him of his past, something he didn't want to think about.
"Well, um," He cleared his throat. "I guess you know you're way to the deck. Oh," He turned around picking up a dress he had sat on the floor. "Captain figured this would work for ye." He said handing it over to her. "I'll be letting ye get ready, uh, if ye need to know anything else I guess ye can ask Pintel since, well he is yer husband." He let out a chortle with that last part, he turned around and stepped out the door. "Well good-bye." He said closing the door behind him.
Camille had remained silent as he spoke, thinking it would be best that way. She looked at the dress over, examining it. It was very pretty, much prettier than anything she had ever had before. "Well here goes." She said to herself before proceeding to change clothes.
Meanwhile up on deck, Pintel was busying himself fixing a belaying pin. He kept on eye partially on the stairs to see when the sleeping beauty came up them. A scowl came across his face that he had even thought of her just now as a beauty, not to mention he was feeling anxious to see her. Instead Ragetti ascended the stairs.
"Did she perish during the night?" Pintel asked him as he came into range that he could hear him. "Did you find her a cold corpse?" He was trying to convince those around him and himself as well that he had no interest in his new bride at all. He had an image to think about. Besides a woman wasn't worth the spit to shine his shoes.
Ragetti shook his head, "Nope she was very much alive." He replied, his attention was on his friend and not where his feet were going. Because of this he did not see the rope coiled up just a head in his path, that is until it was too late. He landed on his bottom on the deck with a loud thud.
"Bloody 'ell!" Pintel exclaimed laughing mockingly at his friend, shaking his head. "That was just a beaut!" He wanted to comment more but out of the corner of his eyes he saw something that stole his attention. As he watched Camille ascend the stairs, he swallowed hard, trying to push his emotions away. Stop it! He scolded himself. She ain't worth it. He reminded himself.
From the floor of the deck Ragetti followed Pintel's gaze, seeing that it was on Camille. "Wow, that must be some dress." he said rubbing his foot. "Cause she actually looks kind of pretty...definitely wasn't last night or even this morning."
"Shut the 'ell up, Rags." Pintel hissed at him, he shook his head and spat on the deck. "Yer right though she does look great." And he didn't like it, at all. Back to his duties, that would definitely get his mind away from her.
Camille reached the top of the stairs and began looking around. She spotted Pintel almost immediately, an almost choking tightness creeping into her throat. Shaking her head she pushed herself to look away. He's so creepy, so vile... She thought to herself. The sound of a man clearing his throat behind her, broke her thoughts and nearly made her jump.
"Well, good morning luv." The captain of the Black Pearl greeted her, bowing his head to her. "I hope you slept well..." He raised his eyebrows suggestively, his usual cock smirk upon his face. He obviously was under the impression that his "orders" last night had been followed. Amazing he could even remember after the two whole bottles of rum he had consumed since then.
She found herself nearly gagging on the alcohol-drenched fumes on his breath. "As well as can be expected, sir. I'm not used to sleeping on ships." At that moment she was regretting that she had not been born without the sense of smell, it was hard to tell which stench was worse; the smell of the Captain's breath or the oh so unpleasant aroma of the pirate passing them by.
"Oh, yes! Sleeping on ships can be quite different than it is on land. Takes some getting used to." He cleared his throat, a grin spread across his face that caused her to worry even more about what was going to come out of his mouth next. "I, myself have no problem with it at all. I can sleep anytime, anywhere and anyhow the occasion calls and allows."
It should have been becoming ever so much clearer to her that they were not talking about the same kind of sleep; with that knowledge for her sake it would have been better to remain silent. But instead being the naive girl she was she opened her mouth. "Honestly, all the rocking last night made me seasick."
Jack's eyes widened as he began stammering a bit. "I uh I," I wasn't asking for details, lass! He looked over at Pintel and shuddered. Especially not involving him! "Well, as Captain I can order certain things but...that's something yer gonna have to take up with yer husband." He wrinkled up his nose in disgust.
"I..." Her jaw dropped open as she realized what he meant. ewwwwwww. "I wasn't meaning anything the sort! Captain." She quickly added the last part.
"I'm sure you didn't. Now what was the other thing I was going to tell you?" He stroked his beard with his right hand, folding his left arm to his chest, as he tried to remember what it was. "Oh, right. Orders. Obviously you are a woman, or something very close to that so you get the girly-type jobs. Galley and mending." Bloody landlubber. He thought to himself as he saw the confusion displayed on face. "Cooking and sewing. Sails, clothing...those type of things. Sewing not cooking, sails I imagine would not taste particularly good." Blasted! That should make it bloody clear for her! He let out a loud grunt before throwing his hands in the air (not all that unusual), storming off away from her.
Camille chewed on her bottom lip, not sure of what to do next. She turned her gaze over to her husband, who had a rope tangled up in his hands. Folding her arms she leaned up against the side of the staircase leading up to the stern. Pintel continued to struggle with the ropes as he tried to untangle them, his anger was building up inside of him. Especially when he found that instead of accomplishing his intended plans, he had only ended up making a worse mess of it than it had been in the first place. With an irritated growl he threw the ropes into the face of his one eyed friend, catching him completely by surprise.
An fluster gasp escaped Ragetti's throat as the set of ropes hit him in the chest. Well, most of it hit him in the chest, a section of it escaped and cuffed him upside the head. "Me eye!" Was the usual shout, his hand shooting up to his right eye socket. To his surprise it was where it was supposed to be. He let out a pleased chuckle, grinning over his friend who at the moment resembled an angry munchkin rather than an angry pirate. "look at dat! It di'n pop out this time!" He proclaimed, just simply amazed. In his mind this was a call for celebration, but his friend had other ideas.
"Stupid git." With an even more angry growl, Pintel stormed off in the opposite direction towards the stairs leading below. As he passed by Camille, he gave her the meanest, blackest, hate filled look he could muster on his face. He could feel a smile trying to form, which of course was the last thing he'd want to do. With yet even another growl, he quickly descended the stairs and out of sight. Explicit words resonated up after him, fading until it could no longer be heard.
With all the growling that he had been doing this morning, Camille couldn't help but think that he sounded sort of like an angry bear, which he actually kind of resembled. A deep sigh, she peered over at the young man who had awakened her this morning. She could feel the pity that she had noticed earlier towards him growing, she couldn't help it. He wasn't much older than her, she noted, and it was obvious that he was no newcomer to this life. He had already lost an eye, along with his innocence. Though there was a glimmer of child-like spark left in his remaining eye as he looked over and smiled at her. She smiled back as she waved over at him.
Ragetti ducked his head sheepishly, and let out a school-girlish giggle, giving a tiny wave back. Camille raised an eyebrow at his response, Oh no, I'm flirting with him! She frantically looked around to see if any of the crew on deck had noticed. Seeing that she was apparently in the clear, she looked back over at him. She noticed that he had been able to straighten out the rope, which now laid coiled where it was supposed to be. He had been able to do it only because he was calm, he didn't let it get the best of him. This caused her thoughts to drift back to her new -lose his temper at the drop of a hat- spouse. She hoped that he wasn't always this angry, because if this the way he treated his evidently only friend...she shuddered to think about it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of heavy boots falling behind her. "Look alive young missy." Came the gruff greeting, she whirled around to meet the owner of the voice, nearly jumping out of her skin as her eyes landed on the First-mate. A small scream sounded, but was caught in her throat. He chucked, shaking his head, a wide grin materialized upon his face. "Did I startle you, lass? The reaction had pleased Barbossa very much, It was clear that just his mere presence struck fear in her heart.
"No, no...I just...I wasn't expecting you." Camille finally got it out after a few moments of stammering. "So I guess that would be yes then. I'm."
"Aye,." His infamous evil grin was still on his face, along with the equally infamous steely-eyed scrutinizing look. "I see. Well the crews' bellies must be growling, so do you think it best ye get yerself to the galley and make some food?"
"Right, that is my duty after all." Camille replied, trying her best to sound like a sailor. She remembered her father telling her to never show her fear to the local dogs as they scavenged around the town. It usually worked, so if he didn't see her fear maybe he'd leave her be. Who was she kidding? Fear was radiating off her like heat from the sun on a hot summer's day. And he was just like a dog, he smelled her fear and it made him even more so hungry.
"So hop to it!" He shouted turning away from her. If his goal was to scare her and make her squirm, he had definitely achieved it. Hearing her take a deep breath in, she must have thought he was done with her. But he wasn't, he decided to take this a smite further. "Oh and miss, I like apples in my mush. Green ones, not the red ones Red ones are just awful," He then added " we only get them so we can throw them at Jack when he's passed out on deck."
The only response Camille could give was by nodding her head, as she watched him walk away. She was not sure if he was serious or if he was just trying to play games with her mind. One thing she did know was she was glad to see the evil wretch walking in the opposite direction, away from her. The other thing she knew was, she was now in desperate need to find out where the blasted galley was. A sight out of the corner of her eye made her turn her head. Jack Sparrow was waltzing around the deck throwing his hands about, shouting orders with apparently no one paying the slightest bit of attention. She began towish she had one of those red apples, Barbossa had spoke of, in her hands at this very moment.