A/N: Here's another chapter, cause I didn't wanna leave you guys hanging! I've got a game for you all, it's called who can find the song lyrics I used in this chapter? The winner will get a cameo in a later chappie! Read and review please!
Ginny stood with Barbossa, who took her hands kindly. James was trying to peer in the door, but it was proving slightly difficult. Thankfully, he could hear every word.
"Miss Shields, I trust you slept well?" he questioned. Ginny smiled warmly.
"Yes, quite," she sat down and placed a napkin on her lap. They nibbled upon the breakfast foods, and Ginny sat nervously, waiting for the question to be posed again, however, it didn't seem to be happening.
"Miss Shields, I have been thinking about the voyage, and I really see no need to drag along extra crew members, I am unsure why I agreed to it in the first place. I really do think I'm going to have to go back on my word and not allow your captain and crew," he said, but Ginny shook her head.
"Captain, please, I insist you allow them along…for my belongings are upon that vessel, I have come to see it as my home and…it's entirely improper for your fiancée to sleep within the same vicinity as you," she exhaled. James fell from his crouched state to his knees. What had she just done? Barbossa, however, was beaming.
"Miss Shields, am I to understand that you accept my proposal?" he questioned, and she nodded.
BR "Yes, Hector, so I beg you, allow the Damned Dishonor to accompany us on the voyage…as a wedding present," she nibbled a piece of toast nervously, while James chuckled. Where had he heard that phrase before? Obviously then, it meant that the engagement was false, a ploy…but why? Why had she not simply declined and said enough was enough. Why was she doing all this…for…what seemed to be him? Suddenly, the door burst open, and Barbossa strode out, Ginny rushing behind him, holding his arm.
"Miss Shields, I'll have a longboat send ye back to the Dishonor, I assume ye will want to tell everyone our news," he smiled. Elizabeth approached, dressed in sailor boy's clothing.
"What news?" she asked, and the Captain grinned.
"Miss Shi…Ginny and I are engaged to be married," he smiled, and Elizabeth's mouth opened in awe.
"Well…congratulations," she said, completely speechless. James took this distraction as an opportunity to sneak across the deck, grab a rope, and climb down to the side of the deck. The Dishonor was just far enough where he could neither swim nor swing, but then, he had an idea. Letting down a longboat, he jumped in, and then yelled up.
"Miss Ginny, are you ready to come back to the Dishonor?" She rushed over to the railing, and smiled widely.
"Hello James!" she shouted. Barbossa put an arm around her waist, and she scowled, but he didn't see.
"Hello Captain Norrington. Has Ginny told you our good news?" he asked. James raised an eyebrow.
"News?"
"We're engaged," Barbossa said, and James dropped his jaw.
"Oh really? Well, congratulations then, and I hate to interrupt the celebration, but as Ginny is my other first mate, I need her back on the ship," he said. Ginny turned to Barbossa.
"I'll visit again soon, plus I assume we'll be at the location shortly. Sail fast, I'm anxious for the wedding!" she teased, jumping down the ladder without even a goodbye, and as they rowed out, she was already loosening the bodice on her dress. James rowed silently, and Ginny sighed.
"Oh James, I did all this for you," she said, and James spun.
"Why?" he nearly screamed.
"I only meant well!"
"Of course you did," he snapped. Ginny's eyes welled up.
"It's all for the best."
"Of course it is."
"It's just what we needed!" she wailed, and James rolled his eyes.
"If that's what you think," he responded, and they caught up with the Dishonor. They made their way on board, and Ginny stormed off to her cabin. James turned to Ragetti. "You will not say a word about this evening, do you hear?" he asked, and nearly threw him onto the boat. He looked up.
"Captain…I'd rather stay here," he mumbled before rowing away. James shook his head and turned to Camron.
"How was it?" James asked, and Camron shrugged.
"There weren't any incidents, if that's what you mean," he said, and James chortled.
"Lucky you."
"Captain?" Camron asked, referring to James' tone of voice. James just shook his head.
"She's engaged to Captain Barbossa."
"What?"
"You heard me. He was smitten with her, and to save my arse, she agreed to engagement," James rubbed his forehead. "Why's there never any rum?"
