A/N: I know this is a short and almost pointless chapter but I had to put
in a transition thing so this is it, and I NEED more constructive
criticism!!! I need to know what is wrong w/ my story!!! Thankssss
Lydia woke up to pulsing headache and an unfamiliar bed. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. This isn't my room, she thought, this is the Captain's. Why am I here? She rolled over to her back and sat up. She stood up, and fell back on the bed. The floor was moving up and down! The boat, she realized, it was the boat, we must have cast off. Her head hurt worse when she tried to remember all that had happened yesterday. She looked down at herself, and saw that she was wearing an under dress. Then it all came flooding back to her, the discussion, the ball, the militia, and Jack. I must have fainted, she assumed, but where is my dress? She turned her head slowly, so not to make the pain worse. She saw her dress crumpled in the corner. She stood slowly and cautiously walked toward it. Lydia held it up, and saw that it was ripped in the back; she also found her corset, slashed open.
"I only did that so you could breath," Jack's voice startled her. She turned to face him as he shut the door behind him.
"Oh," Lydia replied. "Thanks, I guess."
"Yeah," there was a pause, and then he spoke again. "Well, you better find different clothes," he said pointing at her dress. Was it just Lydia, or was he acting a bit differently around her? "You've got a lot of work to do, savvy?" It was just Lydia.
"Savvy," she replied through clenched teeth. She picked up her ruined dress and corset and stalked off. She was too busy cursing Jack Sparrow to look where she was going, which resulted in a collision with another person. "I'm sorry," she said as she looked up. "Will!" she cried. "What are you doing here?" As she walked to her pathetic room Will explained what had happened last night. He finished his account when Lydia reached the door to her room.
"This is your room?" he asked. He looked at her small chamber with disregard.
"Yes," she said disdainfully. She opened the door and threw her dress in the corner. "Do you know where any spare clothes would be?" she asked. "I can't go around in this," she motioned to her under dress.
"You might want to check in a room down below," he answered. He looked around the dismal room again. "Did Jack give you this room?"
"Of course. Just like he gave me all those insignificant chores." She sighed. "Oh well, he IS the captain after all, I guess he can do what he wants." She looked up at Will, his facial expression was disagreement mixed with annoyance. "I guess I better go look for some other clothes," and she walked out of the room. Will walked out after her, but instead of going below deck, he went to the top, where Jack was 'navigating.'
"Why did you give Lydia that closet?" Will demanded.
"Closet?" he said with amusement. "It's more like an oversized pantry." He laughed to himself.
"And what about all those useless chores?"
"Will Turner, the one who always looks out for everybody else," he grinned.
"Someone has to do it, and you're obviously not the one," Will snapped back.
"Has it EVER occurred to you that if Lydia was truly unhappy she would move herself out?" Jack focused all his attention on Will. "You know what kind of girl she is. She's not one to sit back and let something that makes her mad carry on." He turned back to the wheel and concentrated on steering. "No, if she's miserable she'll let me know." As if on cue, Will heard stomping accompanied with yelling and looked to the source of the noise. Lydia was savagely stamping up the stairs now dressed in more practical attire, and was heading straight for Jack.
"If you think that I'm going to do more of your--odd jobs--then you've got another thing coming!" she yelled as she approached him. "Now that you know my secret I don't give a damn if you throw me off this ship! In fact, I'd be glad to get off this hellhole and away from you!"
Jack shot Will a meaningful glance, then spoke, "Lydia, dear, I know you've had a hard day, so if you feel too drained to work today, I give you MY permission to rest," he said in him most condescending tone. Lydia's temper hit the boiling point, she couldn't help herself; she punched Jack across the face as hard as she could.
"You know damn well what I mean!" she yelled at Jack, who was rubbing the injured side of his face. "I'll be in my room if you need me," she said, and then she stomped off. She ignored the smirking faces of the crew as she went by.
Jack opened his mouth to speak but Will got there first, "I don't care what you say, you did deserve that one."
"I can't argue there," he replied. Will laughed. "Maybe I should give her a different job, like trimming the sails or something. Do you think she'd like that better?"
"Oh, definitely." Will replied, chuckling.
Lydia woke up to pulsing headache and an unfamiliar bed. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. This isn't my room, she thought, this is the Captain's. Why am I here? She rolled over to her back and sat up. She stood up, and fell back on the bed. The floor was moving up and down! The boat, she realized, it was the boat, we must have cast off. Her head hurt worse when she tried to remember all that had happened yesterday. She looked down at herself, and saw that she was wearing an under dress. Then it all came flooding back to her, the discussion, the ball, the militia, and Jack. I must have fainted, she assumed, but where is my dress? She turned her head slowly, so not to make the pain worse. She saw her dress crumpled in the corner. She stood slowly and cautiously walked toward it. Lydia held it up, and saw that it was ripped in the back; she also found her corset, slashed open.
"I only did that so you could breath," Jack's voice startled her. She turned to face him as he shut the door behind him.
"Oh," Lydia replied. "Thanks, I guess."
"Yeah," there was a pause, and then he spoke again. "Well, you better find different clothes," he said pointing at her dress. Was it just Lydia, or was he acting a bit differently around her? "You've got a lot of work to do, savvy?" It was just Lydia.
"Savvy," she replied through clenched teeth. She picked up her ruined dress and corset and stalked off. She was too busy cursing Jack Sparrow to look where she was going, which resulted in a collision with another person. "I'm sorry," she said as she looked up. "Will!" she cried. "What are you doing here?" As she walked to her pathetic room Will explained what had happened last night. He finished his account when Lydia reached the door to her room.
"This is your room?" he asked. He looked at her small chamber with disregard.
"Yes," she said disdainfully. She opened the door and threw her dress in the corner. "Do you know where any spare clothes would be?" she asked. "I can't go around in this," she motioned to her under dress.
"You might want to check in a room down below," he answered. He looked around the dismal room again. "Did Jack give you this room?"
"Of course. Just like he gave me all those insignificant chores." She sighed. "Oh well, he IS the captain after all, I guess he can do what he wants." She looked up at Will, his facial expression was disagreement mixed with annoyance. "I guess I better go look for some other clothes," and she walked out of the room. Will walked out after her, but instead of going below deck, he went to the top, where Jack was 'navigating.'
"Why did you give Lydia that closet?" Will demanded.
"Closet?" he said with amusement. "It's more like an oversized pantry." He laughed to himself.
"And what about all those useless chores?"
"Will Turner, the one who always looks out for everybody else," he grinned.
"Someone has to do it, and you're obviously not the one," Will snapped back.
"Has it EVER occurred to you that if Lydia was truly unhappy she would move herself out?" Jack focused all his attention on Will. "You know what kind of girl she is. She's not one to sit back and let something that makes her mad carry on." He turned back to the wheel and concentrated on steering. "No, if she's miserable she'll let me know." As if on cue, Will heard stomping accompanied with yelling and looked to the source of the noise. Lydia was savagely stamping up the stairs now dressed in more practical attire, and was heading straight for Jack.
"If you think that I'm going to do more of your--odd jobs--then you've got another thing coming!" she yelled as she approached him. "Now that you know my secret I don't give a damn if you throw me off this ship! In fact, I'd be glad to get off this hellhole and away from you!"
Jack shot Will a meaningful glance, then spoke, "Lydia, dear, I know you've had a hard day, so if you feel too drained to work today, I give you MY permission to rest," he said in him most condescending tone. Lydia's temper hit the boiling point, she couldn't help herself; she punched Jack across the face as hard as she could.
"You know damn well what I mean!" she yelled at Jack, who was rubbing the injured side of his face. "I'll be in my room if you need me," she said, and then she stomped off. She ignored the smirking faces of the crew as she went by.
Jack opened his mouth to speak but Will got there first, "I don't care what you say, you did deserve that one."
"I can't argue there," he replied. Will laughed. "Maybe I should give her a different job, like trimming the sails or something. Do you think she'd like that better?"
"Oh, definitely." Will replied, chuckling.
