Thanks: To my dear friend Jackie, who has done wonderful job and translated this story :)

Hot winds of the Caribbean

Chapter 6

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Downright I jumped out of bed and pulled my clothes on me. Then I ran out of shack and straight behind it holding my hands over my mouth. I vomited on ground and I was dizzy. What the hell was wrong with me?

When my nausea calmed down a bit, I kicked sand on my vomit. Finally I flopped down on my knees. This already was almost unbearable. I was worried about myself. I guess it wasn't normal to be sick every day, not to mention to vomit continually.

I rose carefully on my feet and started to stagger around in the shack village. After a while I found a storage building. There were few water barrels, some rum bottles and food. I rummage through the storage a while and I found an empty bottle. I filled it up with water and drank a gulp. Then I filled it up again and decided to take it to the house which I shared with Jack.

Jack was still sleeping. I stayed for a moment to look at him. There was the man of my life. I had never believed that there was just only one right person to everyone, but at that moment I believed in that ridiculous statement. I just had to end up in hundreds years back on time that I found my own "right person". And now when I had found him, I didn't want to ever lose him again.

Jack turned to another side on a small bed. I smiled at him happily and then left the shack. Slowly I wandered to beach. I walked to the same spot where I had watched the sunset the evening before. I sat on sand and stayed to stare at the sea. I drew vague figures on sand with my bare toe.

I recalled the time before losing Jack and I thought how long I had been in the 17th century actually. After counting I came to a result that it had been six weeks since my arrival.

Six weeks, I thought then. Hell no!

I hadn't thought it before, but I hadn't had menstrual period during all that time and my period circle was quite regular. I guess I had been so puzzled about the incidents that I hadn't really thought about it at all.

I swallowed and pressed my hand on my stomach. I looked at my stomach like I had expected it to grow in my eyes. However, it still was as flat as before. Could it be possible…? If I was absolutely honest to myself, it was completely possible that I was pregnant.

Just the thought was scary. Now that I thought about it, all the signs pointed at pregnancy, especially when my periods hadn't come and my morning nausea. I sat on beach and stared before me. What on earth I would do now? I was only 20-year-old. Could I be a mother? And what would Jack say about this?

Yes, above all I was afraid of Jack's reaction. He didn't seem he was a man who would want to be a father. How on earth could I tell him? Perhaps I should not to tell him, at least as long as it would be possible not to tell.

I sighed deeply. Once again I had known how to mess up my things. In this time it wasn't even possible to have an abortion. And when I thought about it more closely, I even wouldn't have been able to do it. I felt I was completely in confusion. I was afraid, but at the same time I had a vague feel of happiness in my mind.

I threw myself on my back on ground and stared the sky. I decided not to tell Jack just yet. I wanted to make sure first all by myself. It could be that the time travel had mixed up my period circle. I sighed once again and then closed my eyes.

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"Hey, luv, that's how ye're gonna burn yerself in the sun", stubborn voice invaded through my dream. I opened my eyes and I saw Jack's face. I smile at him. I rose to sit, stretched and yawned widely. A nap had relaxed me.

"Why ye were sleepin' here, luv?" Jack asked and sat on beach also. "Ye didn't enjoy beein' beside me?"

"I woke up early and decide to come here to sit", I answered. "And then I guess just fell asleep…"

Jack smiled at me and pulled me into his arms. I pressed my head against him and felt myself safe.

"What ye think, luv, have yer fencing skills got rusted in four weeks?" Jack asked me suddenly. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed myself up. I look straight into his eyes and grinned.

"You wish! I have practised hard", I said fake-angrily. I really had used part of my lonely moments at Smith's house practising my steps and lunge.

Jack grasped my chin and pressed a kiss on my lips.

"Then we could continue practising. Perhaps I could teach ye a charge this time", he said thoughtfully.

"Wouldn't it better if I learned to defend myself first than to attack?" I asked amazed. I remembered very well what had happened when I tried to fight with John.

Jack looked at me estimating and seemed thinking about it. Then he shook his head.

"If ye don't learn first attack movements, ye won't learn to block 'em either. Ye need to know how yer enemy moves before ye even can try to defend yerself." I thought about his words. They actually made sense, although I still thought it was strange to learn attack first and then to defend oneself.

"Well, let's go practising then", I said and rose up. It was relief to have something to do, at least I wouldn't have time to think too much.

Jack rose up also and we walked together to the shack village. I went to get my sword and headed back to beach. Jack looked at my sword and then nodded.

"Ye've taken good care of yer sword, luv", he said.

"What kind of pirate would I be, if I didn't take care of my weapons", I said and grinned just like Jack that it almost got me frightened. Did I already start to remind him on my behaviour?

Jack nodded again and then took a fencing position. I got ready to follow his movements closely.

"A charge's more dangerous movement than a lunge. If ye start it too far, yer opponent know how to prepare oneself and might kill ye."

Movement started same than the lunge. The tip of sword was pointed at the wanted strike spot, in this case at my chest. Jack leaned forward and for a moment it seemed he would fall. The sword almost touched my shirt and I couldn't concentrate on to follow Jack. Next I noticed him standing a bit behind me.

I shook my head disbelieving. This movement would be really difficult. Jack showed it to me again and this time slower. He moved his weight on the knee of his foreleg and leaned forward. Then he kind of fell controlled forward which made his furthest leg to loosen from ground. When his furthest leg had loosened from ground completely, the sword pointed at my chest for a moment. After this Jack moved quickly his furthest leg past his foreleg and run by me. I stared at him for a moment. Movement seemed almost impossible to learn.

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"I will never learn this!" I snorted angrily falling God knows how many times on my stomach on soft sand. We had practised already half of a day and I hadn't improved much at all. Furthermore I was tired and hungry and my muscles were aching uncomfortably.

"It's not intention ye'd learn that move in one day, luv", Jack said.

I snorted at him. I wanted to learn as quickly as possible as much as possible. I had to be able to defend myself and above all our unborn child. I swallowed at the last thought. Indeed, I had a new life to protect now. I needed to learn fencing really quickly.

"Let's continue. I am going to learn this today", I said and rose from sand.

"No. We've practised enough for one day, luv. We can continue tomorrow", Jack announced. I look at him begging, but he shook his head. "We better go to eat somethin'."

Frustrated I followed Jack in the centre of shack village. Few of men cooked something in a large pot by the fire. Although cooking seemed a bit undefined, however hunger won. I grabbed one bowl from the pile on ground and filled it up from pot.

I sat on ground with my bowl and wooden spoon. I tasted carefully the soup which had pieces of meat and vegetables in it. The soup was surprisingly good and soon I had emptied my plate. I took another portion and ate it also with good appetite.

Rest of the day I spent walking on beach and talking with the men. Most of them believed Pearl would come back in few days. I was eagerly waiting to go on sea. I missed the swaying ship on waves and familiar smells below its deck.

When the evening had already gone dark, I went back to our shack. Jack sat by table and emptied a rum bottle. Couldn't he even be one night not to drink?

I sat on bed and stayed to watch Jack. Soon he turned his eyes on me and held out the bottle to me. I shook my head. I certainly would not drink any alcohol at all. Jack rose from table and came to sit next to me. He threw his arm around me and fondled my arm. He tried to kiss me, but at that moment the smell of rum made me sick so badly that I pushed him further.

"What now, luv?" Jack asked puzzled.

"Stop it", I snorted and turned my eyes on floor.

Jack tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me against him. His other hand wandered across my back and tried to sneak in my trousers. I pushed him strongly further and rose to stand.

"I TOLD YOU: STOP IT! AND I MEAN IT ALSO!" I yelled furiously.

"What's wrong, luv?" Jack asked and looked really puzzled.

"OH, WHAT IS WRONG? YOU ARE FUCKING DRUNK AND CAN'T THINK ANYTHING ELSE THAN ONE THING ONLY! DID IT EVEN CROSS YOUR MIND THAT I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!" I kept going on my really groundless raging.

Jack stood up and looked at me worriedly. He looked a bit lost, but for some reason it made me even angrier. He touched lightly my cheek, but I flailed his hand away.

"Do. Not. Touch. Me."

"What the hell's wrong now?" Jack asked and he started to get angry also.

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU. YOU ARE DRUNK! AND ALL YOU WANT IS TO FUCK! IT COMES TO MY MIND DO YOU REALLY WANT ANYTHING ELSE FROM ME!" I still shouted. I really didn't understand where all this rage came out, but I couldn't help it.

"Ye can think that if ye want!" Jack cried out and I saw an anger flaming in his eyes.

"Fine!" I answered and dashed out from shack. I ran long way on beach and finally sat on sand staying to stare in front of me furiously.