Rosaline was alone in her cabin, with nothing to concentrate on but her thoughts. Just as Ana and Elizabeth had intended.
The first thing that annoyed her was the fact that all she could think about was Jack Sparrow. A pirate. Granted, he was an extremely attractive pirate, but still, he was a pirate.
Her mind lingered for a moment on the pleasant thoughts. Remembering waking up in his arms, the feeling of his breath on her face, of his lips on hers… No, stop it. Rosaline shook her head, but she couldn't rid herself of the memories from their time on the island. He had seemed so gentle, so… the perfect man… but still with an element of uncertainty, because he was a pirate. She had felt so ready to trust him, even with her history. She trusted him so much that she had told him what even her own family didn't know. And it had all been for a bet. How very pirate.
But can any man be that convincing? She didn't know. She liked him, a lot. And she got the impression he liked her as well. But what about the bet? All she had to trust was the word of pirates.
She wanted to trust him. She really did. She wanted him to hold her in his arms, and tell her everything was going to be alright, that all of the problems in her life would disappear. But there was still a nagging feeling in her mind. One that she feared she would never be able to get rid of.
But the thought, the thought of being with some one like him, some one who made her feel so comfortable, like she could be herself. Some one who didn't care if she was polite, didn't care what she said, or what she wore. She imagined she hadn't looked particularly attractive after being almost blown to bits, dunked in the ocean and covered in his own blood, but he didn't care. Well, he spent his life around women like Marti and Ana Maria, who didn't seem to care what they looked like, what their manners were like, or what people thought of them. Her father had once tried to set her up with a well known, noble gentleman, but she had been to one meal with the man and flatly refused to let her father arrange any more. He had been a perfectly nice man. Very handsome, very noble. Just what every woman wanted. Except her. When she woke in the morning, her hair was messed up, her face blotchy and her clothes were whatever she had slipped on the night before. Just like every other woman, she just wasn't prepared to give that up and start behaving like Lady Meredith-Jones first thing in the morning. She had a feeling that Jack Sparrow wouldn't give a damn what she looked like in the morning.
But despite all of these positive thoughts, deep in her mind, Rosaline felt betrayed. And at the moment, that was all she could think about.
There came a knock on the door. Elizabeth back to preach again. She thought to herself, standing up and crossing to the door which she unlocked and swung open absently. She was greeted by a very different figure to that which she expected.
"Jack," She gasped, not letting go of the door. Jack stood in the doorway, definitely not looking his normal self.
"Can I come in?" He asked her. Rosaline was almost shocked by the change in his voice. He had always sounded slightly drunk, and his comments always worked on many levels, and usually translated to sexual innuendos. Now, his voice sounded very serious, and much quieter than usual. Rosaline didn't have the heart to turn him away.
"Yes," She opened the door and closed it behind him. There was silence, and she was still facing the door when Jack spoke.
"I had no intention of keepin' the bet with Clay. And I certainly wasn't thinkin' about that when we were on that island." Rosaline turned and saw there was sincerity in his face, as well as in his voice. His eyes were red, and it tore her heart apart when she saw what she had done to him. She believed what he said, but he had still lied to her.
"I believe you." She said, quietly. She saw Jack release a breath he seemed to have been holding since she had stormed into his cabin that morning. He looked relieved, but he knew that the matter wasn't over.
"You know I wouldn't have told anyone what you told me," Jack said, "I wouldn't. If you don't believe anything else I tell you ever again, I need y' t' believe that." Rosaline grasped his hand, and looked into his eyes, searching for some conformation that she was about to say the right thing.
"I do." She didn't know why it was, but this man seemed like the most important thing to her in her own private universe. She held his hand tightly, and moved closer to him so that her cheek rested against his. One hand rested on his shoulder, while the other was still holding his. Jack closed his eyes, and wrapped his spare arm tightly around her back. Rosaline could feel he was tense, he was still worried about something. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Jack muttered, his breath tickling her neck. Rosaline rolled her eyes, which were glistening with emotion,
"Alright, now I don't believe you." She said. "What is wrong?" Jack broke their embrace suddenly, the old fire returning to his eyes,
"I'm not like you Roz, just because you told me something, doesn't mean I have to spill me guts t' you." Rosaline looked indignant.
"Oh, well that's nice." She said, sarcastically.
"I don't tell me private life to anyone." Jack explained, "It's just somethin' I don't do." He sat down on her bed, and Rosaline realised that he was closing up to her, and that the look she had seen on his face, the pain she had heard in his voice was something no one ever saw. She sat down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. He raised his arm and wrapped it round her shoulders. She felt her eyes close, and his head rested on hers. She felt something tickle her chin and realised Jack's free hand had moved to her face. His head lifted from hers, and she opened her eyes to find that he had tilted her head to face his and she was looking into his eyes. His eyes closed, and hers followed. She could feel the warmth of his skin grow closer, and closer until his lips landed on hers.
This kiss was different to their last, which had been full of want, of longing. This one, Rosaline could almost taste his feelings. Jack's hand slid off her cheek and down to her neck. It played with the neckline of her dress, while his other hand slid down from her shoulder and took hold of her, low down her back. The hand on her back lifted her and she followed the gesture by standing up slightly so his hand could guide her. She ended up with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped tightly round his neck.
"Do you think they made up?" Elizabeth already knew the answer, from the lack of angry shouts from Rosaline's cabin.
"Hmm." Will was barely listening. Elizabeth, who was laid on their bed sat up.
"Will. I'm running away to Spain with Mr Gibbs."
"Hmm." Will was tapping on the desk with his fingers. A look of realisation dawned on his face, "What"?
"You weren't listening to me." Elizabeth scolded him.
"Do you think that some one can still be sane after being dropped to the bottom of the ocean? After years of solitude and torment?"
"You've been brooding again. You've spent too much time with Jack."
"That's not the point." Elizabeth sighed,
"I don't know." She admitted, "I don't think any one can know what it's like." Will said nothing. "I'm sure you father still loves you. You're his son." She assured him.
"I'm sure my father does." Will looked at her, "But is the man we find going to still be him?"
Not much had changed in Rosaline's cabin, save the fact that the once gentle kiss had changed to a deep, hungry one. Rosaline's mind was spinning, but all she could focus on was Jack. And Jack's hands, which were taking the opportunity to explore every available part of her body. Their mouths finally broke apart, and Jack's moved to her neck, an area which he decided to give a great amount of attention to. Jack rolled them over so that she was laid on the bed with his full body weight above her. Rosaline's eyes opened wide as his hands began to explore the new places available to them.
Marti half ran, half skidded across the deck, followed by Mort. She was gasping for breath when she reached Savannah and Ana.
"We… Ana! We…" She couldn't get her breath,
"Look!" Mort yelled pointing over his shoulder. Marti got back her breath, and did nothing but nod.
"Bloody hell, where did that come from?" Even Savannah had not been expecting to see the island in the distance.
"I've been on look out for the past hour," Marti assured her, "One moment there was nothing. I look away to speak with Mort, then when I look back… that!" Ana Maria gathered up her weapons belt and tied it around her waist.
"Has any one told the Captain?" She asked them both,
"We…"
"We thought we'd tell you first." Mort interrupted. Ana looked confused,
"Why?"
"Because…" Marti pushed Mort out of the way impatiently,
"Because Jack's in Rosaline's cabin… we didn't want to walk in on anything…"
"Okay, we get the picture." Savannah insisted, "But whether Captain Sparrow's getting lucky or not, we need him on deck now. I will fetch him."
"And I'll get the crew," Ana said, heading down from the helm with Marti in tow, "Mort, you take the helm, we'll meet back here."
"Aye," Mort took the wheel from Savannah, and she slid down the steps in the opposite direction to fetch Jack.
u-ne-korn, yes, yes, I know how old Jack is, but hey, when it's true love, who cares? Woops, did I say true love? I meant uh… random flirting that will in no possible way turn out to be true love.
*hopes she covered that plot slip well*
anyways, 2 more chapters, seein as I didn't post on Friday
enjoy!
Savvy Z