Jack tapped lightly on Rosaline's door.
"Roz? Are you awake lass?" Hearing no answer he slid open the lock and opened the door slightly. He saw Rosaline stood inside, her face red from crying. She was wearing a dress that Elizabeth had leant her, and it was slightly to big for her. Her hair had dried and was looking quite bedraggled, and parts of it were stuck down to her forehead.
"Just stop doing this, please," She said, no longer angry, no longer upset. It sounded like she had accepted something. "I can't stand you dragging this out."
"And what would that be?" Jack was genuinely puzzled.
"Oh come on," She said, "I know the songs, I know pirates. 'we rape and we pillage,' she quoted. I supposed I was just the unlucky one who ended up on a pirate ship." It took a while for the information to register in Jack's alcohol lined mind.
"Wait a minute," He said, putting down the plate, "You think my crew and I are goin' t' rape ye?" Rosaline looked tired, and she didn't look in the mood to be messed around.
"Aren't you supposed to be a pirate?" She asked, "Because if you just intend to treat me well until we get wherever you are going then you aren't living up to my expectations." Jack shrugged, and walked over to her,
"Well luv, if that's what you want…" Suddenly, Rosaline realised that he was being serious, and that his intentions were not as brutal as she had first thought. As soon as she realised this she got her confidence back.
"Don't touch me!" She told him, raising her voice when he got to close for her liking.
"Whatever you say lass," Jack put up his hands, and swayed slightly,
"You are drunk," She accused him. Jack frowned,
"Yes…?"
"That's disgusting."
"Are you sayin' that you're so prim and proper that you ain't been a bit drunk before." Now it was Rosaline's turn to frown.
"Alcohol is a vile substance, which clouds the mind and impairs better judgement." She said, as if quoting from a book.
"Is that what daddy always told ye?" Jack asked her, and from the look on her face he knew he had hit the nail on the head. "that'd be right. Right before be went to a 'formal dinner' and got absolutely rat faced." Rosaline looked indignant,
"You have no right to speak about my father like that," She said, "And I do not have to listen to you."
"It's strange how a man's occupation can condemn him in the eyes of a lady, when the man in question has done nothing to harm her." Jack said, "But then, I never did quite understand English society. It's all a bit posh for a lowly pirate like me. All I can do is save your life, give you comfortable quarters and food. Nothin' compared to a lovely wig and a shiny sword is it?" With this, Jack left the plate on the table in the corner of the room, and left Rosaline without another word.
When he had gone, she stared at the food. Poisoned? No, if he'd have wanted her dead he would have done so by now. However, the mere thought of eating food prepared by a pirate disgusted her, and she crossed to the other side of the room where there was a small bed, laid down and stared at the ceiling for a long time before finally falling asleep.
Savannah stood in the shadows of the corridor, leant against a doorframe. She watched Jack leave Rosaline's quarters and head toward his own cabin. She seemed to be running things through her mind for quite a while, because when Jack had gone, she stared at the door, with a strange expression on her face. Like she wasn't looking at the door, it was just a thing to focus her eyes on. Then, without any indication before hand, she spun on her heel and headed quickly, and silently for her own cabin.
Once inside, she walked over to a wooden chest, which she had left on the ship since her last visit, which was over ten years ago. She had hidden the chest in the very deepest levels, and managed to keep it hidden even from Barbosa's unruly crew. Now it was in a cabin, not too far from Jack's, and just across the way from where Marti and Ana Maria slept.
She lifted the lid and blew lightly, the layer of dust that had gathered on the top of the contents. She carefully removed a heavy, thick, leather bound book. The corners were scuffed, and the pages brown with age. There was a piece of red ribbon through the centre, marking a page. She opened it carefully, and looked at the page, then out of the window at the stars. She glanced between the two for a few more times, before closing the book, replacing it in the chest, and taking more items from it. She took a pouch from her belt, and took some of the reddish brown powder from it, and blew it out of the window.
The wind picked up. Savannah closed her eyes, and let her minds eye see the rest.
u-ne-korn, I will be checking what the site has done to my stories because the way I'm looking at it now, there is a new paragraph for a new person talking but it could just be me! Good to know your enjoying it, I've just written chapter 30 and it's nearly over, but I keep finding new things that just have to happen!
Love ya all,
Savvy Z