Chapter
Three Part Two: Welcome to 1801 Constable Sparrow
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Jack had heard Elizabeth come in to their cabin and apologize but pride kept him from waking up and forgiving her, plus the pain in his side hurt less when he stayed still.
Still him being a pirate he was going to milk her guilt for all it was worth, starting with her getting him some rum for breakfast…odd he could never remember it being so cold in the morning, it was usually breezy sure but not freezing like in Greenland, 'Which I will never go back there.' Jack thought sourly.
He turned on his side and was happy to note that no pain shot through him as he turned…another odd thing, when did the bedding become so heavy and scratchy? After the last trip to Singapore, (which was Elizabeth's first) Elizabeth had proclaimed that nothing but silk would grace the cabin's bed. Jack was only too happy to comply with her request. A grin spread over his face as he thought of that time.
He nestled into the body next to him and opened his eyes. To his surprise the hair that his ever fluttering hands were running through was not of a tawny color but of a sun-spun gold.
"That's interesting." Jack mused as he closed his eyes and then reopened them. The hair was still sun-spun gold and the girl to whom the locks belong to looked more like a porcelain doll with her pale smooth skin and child-like face and pink pouting lips. This defiantly was not the woman whom he had been with for the last two and half years.
"That's very interesting." Jack kept his calm and got up from the bed ever so carefully so as not to wake the girl to whom he had no idea how he ended up in bed with.
'Elizabeth is going to turn me in to a eunuch." His mind thought as he scratched the back of his head…odd when did he take off his bandanna and when was the last time he could run his fingers through his own hair?
Quickly scanning the room which was not his cabin he realized he found a full length mirror. For the first time in his life, the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow was in complete shock at what he was seeing. So shocking his reflection his mouth fell agape and his chocolate brown eyes went comically wide.
'This is not right!' Jack thought as he felt his face, his now ghostly-white, clean shaven face. It was him he could tell eyes and cheek bones aside but he was clean and his hair, his once long dreadlocked trinket full hair was gone, and was now left with semi short (at the moment spiky) locks that went out in all directions. His gold teeth were gone to and he was wearing a night shirt…he never wore anything to bed (for certain nightly activity reasons) unless he fell asleep in his usual clothes.
Jack looked around the room for some more manly clothes and saw on an oak dresser were a pair of black trousers, a white shirt, and black vest. By the bed was a pair of long black boots. With his unsteady walk (not because of the normal reasons) but from shock and uneasiness Jack gathered the items and quickly got dressed. Although this situation was hardly funny Jack did think he looked quite handsome in the new garb and smirked in the mirror.
The young women in the bed stirred slightly and Jack fearing that she might wake up at that moment quickly hid behind a dressing screen. After a few moments of complete silence Jack peeked from around the side of the screen and made his way to the door. Right by the door there was hanging a pistol in a holster. A bit different from his own weapon but it would work just the same.
As he stood examining the pistol the girl moaned slightly before getting sitting up in the bed. Jack turned abruptly to face her and the girl was wiping the sleep from her eyes. She turned to face Jack and smiled stiffly, Jack having been on the end of such a smile (for silly reasons in his opinion) knew the girl was angry.
"Ichabod, I am surprised to see you up so early." Her voice was dulcet and kind, but her tone was sharp, annoyed.
Jack having no idea what was going on or who the hell Ichabod was, just nodded at the staring girl and smiled before trying to head out the door. He heard the girl let out a sigh then heard her voice.
"Ichabod please wait." The girl asked pleadingly, her tone sad almost. Jack halted in mid stride before pivoting back on his heel to face her. Jack was not so daft as not to realize she thought him this Ichabod character. She was getting out of the four poster bed and pulled on a light blue robe.
She approached him and placed her delicate arms around his neck, kissed his check and hugged him. Jack unsure of what to do but enjoying the attention, awkwardly patted the girl's back.
"I think we were both wrong yesterday and I would like to offer my apologies first." The girl looked up at Jack hopefully waiting for his response.
"Um…no worries luv..." Jack's hand flew to his mouth with a semi loud smacking sound. His voice, something was wrong with it and it was not a cold, Jack's voice was vacant of his rough, seductively charming tone. The voice that was currently his own was soft, and a bit squeaky. Clearing his throat Jack sounded better but he noticed his accent was gone to.
"Could of happen to anyone." Jack shrugged an air of dismissal about him, but the girl just frowned instead, let go of Jack and pushed past him. Jack knew that was not the answer she was looking for; he had enough practice with Elizabeth to know it.
'Whatever this Ichabod fellow did cannot bode well for me. ' Jack thought deflated in his head.
"I'll make us some breakfast in a bit." The girl declared from over her shoulder from behind the dressing screen.
Jack completely lost in this entire situation left the room.
Going down the stairs he was stopped by a young boy. "Morning sir, I have your paper here." The boy held out the said item. Jack took it tentatively as if it might bite him. The boy looked at Jack puzzled by the reaction.
"Sir I take it you and the Lady Crane have not worked things out then?" The boy ventured cautiously. Jack just nodded and gave a tight smile. The boy just shook his own head in disappointment and went to a room down the hall a book under his arm. At the mention of the Lady she came down the stairs passing Jack with out another word and went to the kitchen.
Jack was starting to get very worried as he ventured into the living room of the house.
It sort of reminded him of the governor's mansion only smaller and much more elegant. Lush carpets, expensive looking figurines placed here and there, rich heavy furniture statically place to give a feeling of serene peace.
'A nice place." Jack's mind tried to comfort.
Jack shook his head and opened the paper as if he had been doing it for years. What he saw next gave him another unwanted shocking. The date of the paper was eighteen hundred and one and something about New York…in America. Jack was not sure what date it was back in his time but he was damn sure it was not the year eighteen hundred and one in his time.
Jack needed to get out of there.
Practically running at an angle, he jumped the stairs two at time to the top floor and went back to the bedroom. Jack had the brilliant idea that this was all some kind of dream brought on by the effects of pouring rotten rum on his wounded side.
"Please, since when has the rum ever been to blame? You should be ashamed for thinking that mate." The more sober side of his mind supplied.
"Since I woke up and better to blame the rum then me sanity" Jack answered out loud as if his mind could comment back, he laid back on the bed and willed his whole body to relax thinking of more pleasurable activities such as pilfering, plundering and of his Elizabeth Swann. Breathing slowly and deeply Jack's body complied and about twenty minutes later he was back asleep, his body having lost all adrenalin from his early discoveries. But before his deep sleep came, a single thought entered his mind that would give him troubling feeling in his stomach.
'Just in case this is not a dream, then where is the Ichabod fellow?'
Now just think how much fun when Jack gets to work..if he goes. Next Up Captain Crane!
