A/N: 'Ello, loves. For inspiration, I watched the movie again (thanks Cal!) and I realized that Jack's grammar is actually quite good, and that he doesn't slur his words unless he's drunk… so I'll be toning down the 'pirate speech,' and leaving most of that to the crew an' Gibbs. Sorry fer the inconvenience!
Chapter 6
Sleep and Sparrows
(Jack's P.O.V.)
Damn. Why'd she have to be so goddamn beautiful? No, rather, why did those bastards have to rape 'er? I sighed, looking down at th' girl asleep on top of me. Not that I minded, y'see, but I minded that I couldn't do anythin' about it. It crossed me mind that I should see te her other cuts an' scrapes, but I didn' want to wake her, and I didn't want te get slapped for doing anything as she slept, either.
A knock sounded from th' other side o' the door.
"S'me, Gibbs, Cap'n," came the voice from the other side of the door.
"Come in," I practically growled. Gibbs poked 'is head in sheepish-like.
"Sorry, Cap'n, but I need ter get tha' cream if yer done wif it," 'e said.
"I only have her head finished," I replied a little more icily than intended. I softened me tone. "Gibbs- help. I can't feel me arm, she's been layin' on it!" I said whispered urgently. Gibbs grinned and shook 'is head. Bloody pirate. Unable to move I continued te berate him in loud whispers.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! Git back 'ere! That's an order, Joshamee! Damnit, Gibbs, don't you dare close that…" I sighed as I heard the quiet click of the tumblers. "…door."
I took a moment to silently curse me first mate for leavin' me in such a predicament, but what could 'e have done?
After several minutes of careful shiftin', I got 'er to stop cuttin' off me circulation. Just when I got comfortable, she woke up. I couldn't help but roll me eyes.
"…Mmmm?" Ana mumbled, still half asleep.
"'Ello, Luv," I said cheerily. "Time ter get up. An' I need ter fix some o' those cuts ye've got."
She nodded, and began to wipe sleep from 'er eyes, yawnin'. She's adorable when she's tired. I grinned.
Then there was a crash.
I stopped grinning.
A/N: ahhhh! I am humiliated at the horrible updating-ness of my story. And I give you a cliffie for your trouble! The shortness of the chapter is just to tell you that I'm still alive and I thought a mini-chappy might soften more than just an author's note. I haven't forgotten about the story… just banned from the internet after nearly failing History…. Whoops. But I guerentee that Im no longer failing and I can update a little more regularly.
