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Loves,
CaptainCharitry
Chapter 8
Within two days the pair arrived on a rather large island filled with quaint little houses and shops. "Which one is theirs? I'm so excited to meet them, I bet they're just like you!" Charity practically skipped along next to Jack as they walked through the town.
"Here we are." Jack pointed stopping in front of a small white, wood-paneled house, with a gorgeous columned porch and a thick oak door. "Nothing fancy, but it's home." He trounced up the steps, pulling Charity along.
"What do you mean 'nothing fancy'? This is a palace compared to where I grew up." She stroked the door frame admiringly. Jack smiled at her and banged on the knocker.
"Coming!" Called a joyful woman's voice. The door swung open to reveal a short woman with long gray hair tied back in a bandanna. She wore a long, patterned skirt and leather boots. She reminded Charity of a gypsy. Her face was welcoming with large, dark, brown eyes. "My Jackie! About time you visited home!" She cried giddily and grabbed him in an embrace.
"Mother, how are you." He patted her on the back and gave her a polite kiss on the cheek.
"I'm fine, but more importantly who is this beautiful young lady?" She took Charity's hand in both of hers.
"This is my new partner Captain Charity Roberts." Charity smiled shyly and shook her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you I'm Katherine. What's this shaking hands? Give me a hug!" She laughed and grabbed Charity, for a small woman she gave strong hugs." "Peter! Get out here, guess who's home." She called out. A man about Jack's height came out from the house, gave Jack a hug and presented himself as Peter Sparrow. "Come in dear, I'll put the kettle on." Charity sat down on a couch next to Jack. Peter sat in a large chair across from them.
"So, how long 'ave you two lovebirds known each other." Peter smirked.
"No! It's not like that at all." Jack said quickly. Slightly offending Charity, whose face was turning a shade of red. "We're merely partners in crime." Jack elbowed Charity in the side boyishly. "Isn't that right?"
"Oh, yes." Charity looked at her feet. Peter looked from Charity to Jack suspiciously.
"Well, I think I owe my son a drink. You don't mind if I take Jack for a bit do ye?" Peter stood.
"Oh no, go right ahead. As he said I'm only his shipmate... nothing more." A strange pang ran through Charity's chest. Were they still only shipmates after almost three months of adventure. She supposed so, if that's what Jack had said. Peter and Jack left and soon Katherine returned with tea.
"Well, so good for Jack to finally bring a woman home. I hope you two are serious, I've had to wait for grandchildren longer than any of my friends." Katherine sipped her tea nodding. Charity rolled her eyes at having to explain herself again.
"No, it's really nothing like that. We're nothing more than friends. We've agreed to sail under the same flag, but that's all. Sorry to disappoint you." Charity frowned apologetically.
"Well, that is a disappointment. You seem like a fine woman for him to settle down with." She frowned as well. "Ah, well. I had a fleeting suspicion I may never have grandchildren. That Jack is quite the wanderer. Just like his father, but luckily I reeled him in." Katherine chuckled. "Oh forgive me dear, tell me how did you two meet?"
"Actually, it's an embarrassing story. I met Jack in prison and I busted him out with me. We stole a ship sailed to Tortuga and then decided we made a good team, so we're sticking together, for now at least." Charity explained afterwards telling about their trip to Port Francis.
"Well, you two do make quite a team." Katherine said, pouring Charity another cup of tea.
At the pub Peter and Jack sat waiting for their drinks. "So, she's definitely a fine looking lass and you've yet to claim 'er? What are ya waiting' fer?" Jack was growing tired of men assuming he and Charity were together in that way, he knew that with all she'd had to endure, she deserved better.
"Dad, as much as I'd love to, no I haven't. I respect her, that's all and for some reason I really don't think it'll ever happen between her and I. She's not that kind of girl at all." He took a long gulp from his mug. Peter hung his head ashamed of embarrassing his own son.
"Well, she sounds like she's worth the wait. How do you feel about her." Peter pressed Jack, raising his eyebrows in intrigue.
"I haven't thought about it. I could definitely envision her and I, married out on the open ocean, but if only I knew how she felt. Ah, dad you're making me blush." Jack slapped him on the back.
"Well, you know what they say Son, the man who hesitates is a damned fool." Peter got serious. "Don't let her go, you'd both regret it."
"Alright dad, I won't."
