"I am going to die on this miserable excuse for an island." Rosaline said, looking glum. Jack chuckled.
"You've changed y' tune." He said. Rosaline stood up, closely followed by the shipless captain.
"We've been here for two days. It's going to be dark soon, and there's no sign of your ship." Jack's eyes changed from his usual vacant look, to one of… well, an expression he usually wore in Tortuga, after quite a bit to drink.
"I can think of something t' make it less miserable." He said suggestively. He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"I don't…"
"Think about it luv, d'y want t' starve to death on an island without havin' a little bit of fun before hand?" He started to kiss her neck, and Rosaline, although having every intention of stopping him, gave in pretty quickly. Jack's kisses moved up her neck and were just about to reach her mouth when she spotted something,
"Jack…" She said, annoyed with herself for being so breathless. Jack didn't seem to pay any attention to her, "Jack!" She said, louder,
"I don' know how experienced you are in this particular area, but you aren't supposed to yell me name like that just yet-"
"Look!" Jack spun round to where her eyes were focussing. Despite his annoyance at being interrupted at a point when he was actually getting somewhere with Rosaline, Jack grinned, "Is it your ship?" Rosaline asked him, not missing the fact that his hands were still wrapped tightly around her waist.
"That be my ship," He turned back to her, still grinning, "Looks like we won't be starvin' t' death after all."
"Looks that way." From the conversation, it would seem like their embrace should be broken. They were about to be rescued. They didn't have to answer to those primitive feelings that were mounted up inside of them at the thought of their last nights alive. They could let go now. They could go to the beach, and wait for the Pearl. Jack's hands were resting at the bottom of her back, and hers were on his chest.
"You know, this island isn't lookin' so bad anymore," Jack said, his face less than an inch away from hers.
"Perhaps we should meet the ship." She said, her voice no louder than a whisper.
"Perhaps we should continue this conversation later." He said, loosening his grip on her. As she let go, he grabbed her and kissed her passionately before she knew what was happening. Her first thoughts were of shock, and then of pushing him away, but when she raised her hands to do so, she found herself wrapping them around his neck. Not the intended action. Then she realised that she didn't really care, and she would deal with all of the problems later. She backed up until she was trapped between him and a tree, and could tell just how much he wanted to do much more than he was doing. Just as soon as he had started, Jack stopped.
"What was that for?" She asked him, not caring this time, that she was breathless.
"That was to make sure you don't reconsider us having this conversation again." Jack said, grinning. Rosaline couldn't help smiling.
"Like I told you last night. I feel very comfortable talking to you."
"Good."
"There they are!" Marti almost bounced up and down, "I told you Savannah! I told you!" Marti ran down toward the jolly boats, followed by Savannah and Will. They reached the shore and Marti instantly gasped at the state of Jack's back.
"What happened to y'?" She demanded, "Y' look like ye've bin on the receivin' end of Savannah's temper," Jack realised what she was talking about.
"I got shot." He said, simply, "Lucky for me, Roz decided to warm up to me a bit, and saved me life." At this news, Rosaline saw that she had earned the respect of at least three members of the crew, for saving their Captain. "Savannah," He stood tall beside her, even though he was smaller than her, "I would 'av thought y'd leave us behind."
"Oh I would have done," Savannah said openly, "I would have not wasted any more time than had already been wasted. But I am not your first mate, and so did not have the decision. It would seem that you made the right decision in choosing yours, although she doesn't keep to the code much."
"Pirates code is more like guidelines to us, right Jack?" Will said. Jack looked at his friend, who's inquiring expression had nothing to do with his previous question. Jack looked innocent, or at least as innocent as he could,
"That's right William. We aren't as professional as you luv." He said to Savannah, who smiled graciously,
"One of your few faults, Captain." She told him. "And now, I suggest we get off this island, and get back to the voyage, which we have neglected for too long." The rest of them agreed. Jack conveniently gave Rosaline a helpful hand getting back onto the ship.
Once back on the ship, Rosaline seemed to really be trying to get on with the crew, although it was not unknown that she seemed to be hiding behind Jack for most of the time.
Savannah dressed Jack's wound properly, and commented on how well Rosaline had acted.
"I know which direction we are to travel in," She told him, "And I have told Ana Maria,"
"So you two aren't at each other's throats anymore?" Jack asked, sitting up and putting on a new shirt.
"We have reached an understanding." She agreed, "As have you and Miss Jones, it appears. You should not play with the girl's heart because of a bet, Jack."
"Savannah, I'm not." He said seriously, "I'm tellin' Clay the bet is off."
"Could it be that Jack Sparrow has found a woman he has genuine feelings for?" Savannah pretended to be shocked, and packed away her medical supplies. It was strange how her delicate hands, slim and ladylike when packing bandages, could be so deadly when gripping a weapon. Many people have missed that in the past, and none have made the same mistake twice.
"I don' know what's goin' on in me head." Jack admitted, watching her, "I do know what it's never been goin' on before."
"Are you in love Captain?" Jack flinched at the mention of the word.
"No." He said, knowing this was certain.
"Then you soon will be."
Clay sat on the table in the galley, peeling potatoes. He looked up when Rosaline came in, and saw by the look on her face that she had not expected anyone to be there.
"Need any help?" Clay offered, putting down the knife, and tossing the potato into a barrel with some others.
"I was just looking for a glass of water," Rosaline said, not even sure if a pirate ship stocked anything but rum. Clay obliged, and poured her one. Rosaline accepted it politely,
"You don't need to be like that," Clay said, "We aren't any fancy English gentlemen, we're pirates. I rarely gets a thank you for all me work down here."
"Well then you are under appreciated." Rosaline said, taking a sip.
"Well maybe you could put in a good word with the captain." Clay said, innocently. Rosaline narrowed her eyes,
"Why would the captain listen to me?"
"Well, thinking about it, he probably wouldn't." Clay said, slipping in conveniently, "I mean, for a minute there I thought… but then I remembered the bet."
"Bet?" Rosaline suddenly felt her face grow hot, and her stomach sank.
"Not for me to say."
"Tell me!" Clay glanced behind him, as if making sure the Captain didn't hear him,
"A crew member bet the captain that he couldn't bed you, and the cap'n bet he could. Something about a free round when we get back to Tortuga." Rosaline's face was one of absolute betrayal. She felt like she couldn't speak. She put down the glass of water, and fled the galley without another word.
"Free rounds for me then." Clay said happily, and went back to peeling potatoes.
"Roz, back so soon?" Jack flirted, but stopped when he saw the look on her face as she stepped inside. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know," She said, anger lacing her voice, "I'll bet you can guess though." Jack's heart sunk,
"Listen, Roz, I was goin' t' tell…"
"Tell me that I was nothing more than a bet?" She fumed, "That even after I trusted you, I told you something that my own family don't even know! Even after that, I'm just a bet?" Tears were threatening, but her anger pushed them down. Jack tried to grab her arm, but she pushed him away roughly,
"I was goin' t' tell Clay the bet was off," Jack insisted, "As soon as I'd agreed… I knew I wouldn't… you can ask Ana,"
"Oh yes, well that's okay then. Why should I believe anything you say?" Rosaline asked, too calmly, "I can't trust anything you say anymore Jack. I was right the first time. You're nothing more than a disgusting, heartless pirate." Rosaline spat out the words with utter hatred, and slammed the door behind her before Jack could speak another word.
It took him a moment to realise what had just happened, and then another to realise that Savannah was right. He cared about Rosaline a great deal, more than any woman he had ever known. And he feared that he had just lost her.
Well well well, what a lot of reviews!
Vanessawonderful, thank you very much, I love it when people love my stories!!! I update every day, unless I'm grounded, and as for jack and roz, well, believe me, there's some irritating angst coming up that you'll probably hate me for, but o well! Keep reading!
Xaviere Jade, kool name dude, and I know, I know, me grammar sux. But I'm trying really, really hard now! As for what you said about passive uh… something… I hate to tell you this, but I have no idea what you meant. But I kind of got it by your example, so thank you, but I don't know if your English or American or what, but my Lincolnshire lingo even confuses me at times! It's all 'dude!' and 'what the fook?' Believe me, we are actually sad enough to pronounce it like that. Anyways, I'm glad you like it, I'm one of those people who just writes for hours and has no real clue what I'm doing until it's done, lol.
Thanks a lot guys,
Savvy Z