Chapter 12: Trust in a Pirate
Morgan turned and walked down the dark streets of Tortuga. Men leered at her and made rude gestures with their hands. She ignored them and continued walking.
"And cuts the tongues out of his crew members so they can't talk behind his back…" Andrew's words ran through her head as if in circles. She walked to the docks, almost blindly.
She climbed wearily on board and glanced around. The crew was lined up, silent, staring at her. She was confused. What were they doing? She had given them permission to go down to the village.
"What are you guys doing?"
"Commodore's orders, Lass," Sin said quietly. Morgan felt the blood drain from her face.
He knew.
She turned to her cabin door, and low and behold, there was Jack Sparrow, leaning moodily against the bulkhead. She gulped.
The kohl lining his eyes made them look solid black. She stared at him; he looked like a devil standing there. He shoved off, the moonlight reflecting pale from his skin. She froze, staring at him.
"Weigh anchor, set out, and trim the top sails." Jack said quietly. The crew scurried to do so, leaving Morgan facing him on her own.
He opened the door to her cabin. "Get in." he said shortly. She swallowed and walked in. He slammed the door behind him and locked it.
The ship began to rock as they left the port and the swells became larger. She stood uncomfortably, waiting.
"Sit," he said, gesturing to the bed. She sat stiffly.
"Jack-"
"Shut up," he hissed. He stared at her in the darkness of her cabin. "I could count this as a mutiny, you know?"
"I know, Commodore." Formal, they were being very formal tonight.
He nodded once, his beads jangled quietly.
"Why did you do it?"
She opened her mouth, "I wanted to start looking for information and clues, Commodore."
"So you didn't think a trip to Tortuga merited telling me?" his voice was laced with anger.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think-"
"You're right, you didn't think. You could have been captured, or worse, killed. And your father would have killed me if he found out."
"For all I know my parents are dead," she said shortly, looking away. "And plus, why do you care?"
"I told you I would help find them, and so I will."
"You're only doing it for the rum, you told me that yourself."
Jack sighed and leaned against the bulkhead. He watched her in silence, his black eyes brooding.
"You don't trust me, do you?" he asked.
She looked up, startled by the question. "What?"
"Your parents never really trusted me, I was to…outlandish…for them. I wouldn't confirm."
"Commodore?"
He shook his head.
"Did you find anything out?"
"That Dawg is considered the worst Captain since Barbossa, that he is big on class, and cuts the tongues out of his crew members."
Jack made a face. "Ouch, that hurts."
"I also learned that the pirate vessel Morning Star was recently turned over to the RN."
"Morning Star? That's Captain Andrew's ship, isn't it?"
"It was. His crew mutinied and gave the ship to Jake."
"Ah."
They stared at each other; the creaking of the ship seemed loud and out of place.
"I do trust you, you know," she whispered softly. "It's just that you have so much to worry about…"
"And you think I wasn't half out of my mind with worry when I saw your ship gone?" She winced.
"Sorry."
He walked forward and stood in front of her. "I just ask one thing of you, love. Trust me, and I'll help you." He brushed her cheek with his finger tips and left the cabin.
Morgan sat on her cot for hours afterwards, contemplating what had been said.
AN: I know, it has been forever. And I know its short, but it is up, and that is all that counts. Standards apply, please r/r