A/N: Unfortunately it's a short chapter, but well, none the less, a chapter it is! Thank you for your reviews, they're very nice! It's to know that my story is some what different yet still appealing. I forgot to do a disclaimer and all that other stuff, but I'm assuming that most, if not all, recognise who owns who and what is what. I simply own Carolina and anyone else you don't recognise.
Cheers!
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"We all set?" I asked as I picked up the brush on the other counter and wondered why it had red paint on it. None of the colours we used were red or orange, just hues of green and blue and bits of purple. Feeling something sticky, I lifted my hand off the counter. Red paint was across my fingers, stickier because it had begun to dry.
"Kara, did you use red paint?" I called over my shoulder.
"Nope!"
Looking back down, I let out a small gasp at the picture on the counter. Someone had painted the designs of a ship with beautiful sails and ocean waves crashing into the sides. It was only half complete, but it was a seemingly good drawing.
"Do you wanna come with to the show, are you gonna head home?" I heard Kara ask from behind me.
"You go ahead," I replied, my voice puzzled and soft, not removing my eyes from the picture, "I think I'll head home."
She leaned over my right shoulder and planted a kiss on my cheek, "Alright then sweetie, I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, see ya'", I mumbled, my eyes still planted on the picture. The girls filed out, saying 'goodbye's, thank you's and see you next time's', then the studio was silent.
"Silence, finally!"
I yelped, turning around and looking around with wide eyes.
There was an echo of someone also yelping, but not my voice.
"Who was that?" I asked the thin air, and looked relentlessly around at the, what I thought was, an empty studio.
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Jack's watched her. Carolina was staring at the painting of the Black Pearl and she seemed to be in deep concentration. He could see the strain on her face, the truth trying to break through the blanket of safety she had shielded herself with for years. Kara and the models left within moments and he slumped himself onto the lounge.
"Silence, finally!" He said with a small growl while looking at the paused game on the TV.
She yelped, and Jack yelped in response from the shock. Carolina turned around, leaning against the counter and looking around the studio with a curious expression.
"Who was that?"
Jack shot up out of his seat and hurried towards her. He stood directly in front of her, looking down at her whilst she looked directly at his chest, completely oblivious to the fact he was right there.
"Carolina? Can yer' 'ear me, love?" He bent his knees, and began to flail his arms about in a gesture of 'oh my god, please notice me!'.
She wrinkled her nose and sniffed. Blinking a few times, she mumbled, "I don't remember there being any rum here."
Jack's eyes widened happily and he now began to jump on the spot, throwing his arms around and trying to draw more attention, "Love! Lina, darlin', it's me, yer' Capt'n Jack!"
Lina knitted her brow, and looked around the studio -
"No, no, no! I'm 'ere!" Jack moved to make sure that as she moved her head, he was still in front of her, "Com'on darlin', yer' gotta remember ole' Jack!"
Carolina sighed and turned away. Jack's shoulder's slumped and he let out a long, line of curse words.
"Must be my imagination", she mumbled and walked over to a tap and washed the paint from her hand.
"Wasn't yer' bloody imagination, Carolina", Jack fumed, annoyingly and sulked back in his seat with crossed arms.
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"Yer' do realize tha' this, my dear, is the first spout of communication we've 'ad in say," Jack thoughtfully brought a finger to his lip while looking up at the sky, "around fourteen years!"
He was walking beside Carolina as they had begun the normally short walk to her apartment. But, she was walking unusually slow and had a hard, concentrated expression upon her face. Jack walked beside her with his sustained and unusual side step, which accounted for his 'sea-legs'. While he continued to talk, he iced his sentences with animated hand gestures.
"An' yer' know what else?" He continued, even though he was sure that she was out of her paranormal state and couldn't hear a damn thing he was saying, "Tha' doesn't count the small things tha' tended to 'appen in the past, like per say, 'ow yer' ex boyfriend somehow managed ta' get a full carrot stuck in his throat after he left yer' standin' at yer' high school formal, an' tha' time the paper boy always gave yer' the finger an' then somehow he went flying off his bike an' tha' other time - "
Carolina stopped in her tracks and looked up. Jack was still talking animatedly and continued to walk a few steps or so before stopping and realizing that Carolina had also stopped a few meters behind him.
"What?" He asked.
She was looking directly at him, but not seeing him. Chewing her lip, she looked over her shoulder, only to see an empty street behind her.
Shaking her head, she continued walking and Jack threw his arms up in a sign of frustration, following her brisk walk, "This is goin' to be a very, very eventful week."
A/N: Oh, frustration! I'd hate to be in that situation, when someone can't hear or see you at all. Honestly, that would sht me so bad. Haha.
IMPORTANT NOTE: There will be references to DMC in the next few chapters or so, I'll have a warning at the beginning of the chapter.
