~Chapter 2: A real pirate~
Abigail couldn't quite believe what she was doing.
She was aboard the Black Pearl, surrounded by real-life pirates. Which instantly made her an affiliate to them. Which she gathered meant she was now a pirate also. And a pirate aboard the same vessel that destroyed her father' ship and killed all on it, except her.
More importantly, she couldn't believe she was actually sailing on a pirate ship, alongside Jamie, Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann. It couldn't get much weirder.
She had avoided the three of them, spending all of her time getting straight to work, making sure she set about the duties Mr Gibbs set her. She quickly did what she was meant to, doubling her work just to avoid the others by taking on other jobs and giving others a break. By the end of one day, her hands were red raw and her back ached. But she wasn't too upset by it. It reminded her of how long she'd spent neglecting her work and how she used to do the same things on her father's ship at times, borrowing his clothes and giving everyone a hand, not taking no for an answer when they insisted she not do anything.
It was when she finally finished mending a sail, that she found she couldn't escape the meeting.
"Good work lad, keep at it and you'll get an extra notch of rum, courtesy of me," Jack appeared in front of her and smiled that wild and 'trying to be friendly' smile, "well...extra as in snippet, we can't go wasting all the rum. Even if you do work hard. In fact, take a break as your reward instead of the rum."
Abigail felt like rubbing her forehead to rid herself of the tension that seemed to grow up there as soon as Jack began to waffle.
"Ay' Captain." She simply nodded her head respectfully and looked up at him, not realising she'd forgotten to wear her hat which hid her face when she needed it to.
"...I know you." Jack gave her a quizzical look, stroking his braided beard thoughtfully.
Abigail thought that if she quickly ducked her head back down as if to focus on her work, she might have gotten away with it, but unfortunately, someone else noticed also.
"Abigail?!" Elizabeth scurried over quickly and ran up to her friend.
With a sigh, Abigail knew her cover had been blown and just went along with the flow.
"Hello, Elizabeth." She stood up and quickly embraced her old friend, her arms wrapping around her warmly.
"I didn't know you were on board." Elizabeth pulled back, her hands still on the young girl' shoulders as she smiled warmly at her.
"Neither did I." Jamie' voice came from behind them and Abigail mentally kicked herself at this part.
Slowly, Elizabeth turned and allowed Jamie to step forward. Abigail watched as she registered the look of surprise on his face. He'd cleaned up a bit, still wearing his dirty clothes, still with that scruffy (but surprisingly dashing) beard but he'd finally gotten rid of that awful wig of his, his brown hair hung long and dangled above his shoulders and around his face, whilst the majority was tied back in a ponytail.
"Jamie."
Elizabeth and Jack stepped slightly aside, just watching as Jamie stepped up to her and gazed at her with a look that neither of them had seen.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked her, just looking her up and down and taking in her appearance and disguise.
"I wanted you to find out for yourself." Abigail smiled sadly at him, the little crack in her heart slowly getting longer as the hope that he felt something for her seemed to want to disappear.
"Now I know you!"
Abigail and Jamie turned to see Jack, standing there in one of his outlandishly large and fantastical poses, looking like he'd remembered something magnificently important.
"It's you! The girl from the Interceptor! At least it is you," he looked her up and down and stared at her, "it looks like you...well...you've done a good job."
Abigail arched her brow as she turned from him to Jamie, noticing a faint blush creep upon his face as he stared at her also, before coughing and looking away embarrassed, avoiding her eye contact.
Turning towards Elizabeth, hoping for some sort of rational explanation, she was met with a barrage of giggles. Abigail huffed and puffed, putting her arms on her sword, not realising it puffed out her bound chest a little.
Elizabeth couldn't seem to take it any more.
"Come on!" She quickly grabbed Abi's arm and pulled her away from the boys, marching her to the other end of the ship.
"I don't understand, what were they staring at?" Abigail whispered as Elizabeth pulled her away, still laughing.
Elizabeth straightened herself up and chuckled some more, before leaning over to whisper what exactly the problem was.
"I'm guessing they're thinking the same thing I am."
Abigail just arched her eyebrow in confusion.
"Your binding," Elizabeth tried her hardest not to smirk, "it's quite impressive."
Abigail thought about this for five whole seconds, looking down at her chest then back up towards Elizabeth'.
She blushed as she realised the boys had noticed that specific part of her and that Elizabeth was making the suggestion of the obvious difference in size compared to her own.
Abigail could only groan and hide her now very tanned and red face in her hands.
"Bloody pirates."
Elizabeth' laughter echoed around the ship as Abigail could only chuckle and feel her blush heat up more.
