This, may be my favorite chapter so far. Please leave some comments! I'd truly appreciate some ethusiasum about my story. I need just the little things to keep me going. No flames please.
Loves,
Captain Charity
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Chapter 4
Jack woke up to find himself on the floor. He had fallen out of the chair he fell asleep in and had the knot on his head to prove it. He picked himself up and walked outside, when he reached the door he noticed Charity leaning against the house, unwrapping and re-wrapping her bandaged arm. "Stop doing that." Jack walked over to her and bandaged her arm. "Like a bloody child you are." He muttered, smiling.
"Sorry." She shook her head laughing and bit her lip as a slight pain raced through her arm. "Jack, where shall we go?"
"Whatd'ya mean?" He asked.
"Well, I mean to become known and feared we have to go places, travel the seas. So where shall we go?"
"I was thinking about Port Francis." Jack raised an eyebrow.
"In Britain you mean? That's quite a trip."
"Yes, but why not? As soon as you're well we can go." He looked up at her face to see her bruised eye, it had swollen over the night.
"Alright, I'll go. I feel fine Jack, we could leave today." She stood straight and tried to pass off the obvious pain she was in. Jack smirked as she winced and went back to leaning helplessly against the wall. "Well, maybe tomorrow." She assured.
"No, you need to rest up. We'll leave in a week. No more, no less." He prompted and left her to inform Kidd of their plans. "Kidd, we'll be leaving in a week to Port Francis, I hear the plunders plenty." Kidd's eyes widened and he stroked his chin.
"You shouldn't go there Jack, it's been overrun by merciless buccaneers. They've raided and killed the entire town. Everyone who survived fled." Jack couldn't help but not believe this. Kidd had a knack for exaggerating greatly. "Don't go there Jack, please."
"We'll be fine Kidd. How could they hurt the most feared pirates in the Caribbean?" Kidd shook his head at Jack's statement.
The next few days Charity was up and running, much to the dismay of Jack and Kidd's wishes. The day of take off she had woken at the crack of dawn. "Jack!" She yelped, practically jumping on him in his sleep. His eyes opened wildly. "Do you know what today is Jack?" She bit her lip gleefully.
"Bath day?" He said groggily.
"No, that was yesterday. We set sail today!" She jumped up excitedly, pulling him out of bed. "Come on, I've made a good breakfast for us." She rushed into the kitchen where she was serving eggs. Jack grabbed a small bottle of rum and took a swig. "A bit early for that don't you think Jackie?"
"I'm fine, and please, don't call me Jackie." He corrected her.
"Well, why not... Jackie." She raised her eyebrows playfully, taunting him.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Jackie?" She said again.
"Don't call me Jackie." He ran at her and jokingly tackled her to the ground. He found himself lying on top of her, his knees on either side of her hips. She smiled coyly and without thinking he bent his head to kiss her, but before their lips touched Kidd came striding through the door.
"Oh! Sorry!" He covered his eyes with his arm and backed out of the kitchen. Jack and Charity stood up embarrassed, and dusted off. Charity returned to the stove. "Can I come in?" Kidd called. Jack went to the door and let him in, Jack's head slung low. "Good morning, I brought milk." He set it beside Charity. She nodded, blushing.
They ate breakfast and then Jack and Charity boarded the ship. "Be careful out there!" Kidd called after giving them friendly hugs.
"Have you ever known me not to be careful?" Jack joked, and walked to the wheel. After setting sail Charity walked up to Jack, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Look, things aren't going to be strange between us now right?" She looked at her boots.
"No, of course not... partner." Her patted her back in a friendly fashion and she walked glumly back up to the crows nest. That night Charity awoke to the harsh rocking of the waves. She jumped out of the cot, slipped on her boots and ran outside, to catch Jack steering madly through the pouring rain. "Ah! There you are! Finally decided to grace me with your presence!" He shouted. "Hurry, tie back the sail!"
"Aye, aye Captain Sparrow!" She saluted and ran to the masts. Charity watched Jack, with a crazy, gleaming grin on his face. "I think you may be insane Captain!" She yelled, almost seriously.
"It's never stopped me before!" He chuckled, as he drastically turned the wheel to the west.
Finally the sky cleared and the sun was beating down hard on the pair. "God it's bloody hot out 'ere!" Charity complained, fanning herself with her hand. She couldn't stand wearing the long sleeved shirt and corset, as well as the thick leather boots. So she decided she'd remove a few items. She locked herself in her cabin and removed her shirt, then corset, only to replace the shirt over her skin. It seemed to float on her skin, causing her to grow goosebumps. She then slipped off her boots and walked to the deck barefoot.
Jack heard a light padded sound strolling across the deck, he turned to see Charity ascending the crow's nest, her shirt dangling. When the wind blew he could see her bare back, making him stand back, a bit amazed that she was wearing no undergarment. He decided he'd press her about it. He deserved it after the "Jackie" incident. "Charity, my love?" He called with a faux sweetness.
"Yes?" She looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Where is your corset?" Charity's jaw dropped.
"Well, I really don't think that's any of your business Mr. Sparrow!" She huffed with somewhat real anger. "A lady never discusses the whereabouts of her undergarments."
"Well, maybe it's me but, I heard a 'lady' never goes in front of a gentleman when she is with no undergarments." Jack chimed, a-matter-a-factly.
"Are you trying to say I'm not a lady Mr. Sparrow?" Charity wasn't quite sure if either one of them was serious. "Because, you sir, are no gentleman! You're... you're a pirate! A dirty, mangy, lowlife, pirate!" When she uddered this statement she found herself just as taken aback as Jack was.
"Look who's talking!" Jack retorted and shuffled back to the steering wheel, like a dog with his tail between his legs. Charity felt awful, she hadn't truly meant what she said... or had she? Either way she jumped down from the crow's nest and shamefully approached Jack. She didn't know what to say, but before she could Jack turned around. "You have no idea who you're messing with, I was just joking, Christ! I mean how? Err... women!" He growled and turned again.
"Jack, you're the most gentlemanly man I've ever met." She said simply and walked back to the crow's nest.
"Do you mean that?" Charity looked back to see Jack, leaning against the wheel.
"I really, truly do." She nodded.
