A/N: Hello, all! Thank you so much for the kind reviews, and I am sorry
for the long time I have kept you waiting for an update. Kate and I have
been talking and we basically have the whole story outlined, yet for some
reason we were stuck on this chapter! Hope you enjoy Chapter Five: June
vs. Jack. Drinks all around! Bad eggs for everyone!
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June sat on her cot and tossed and turned this way and that, causing it to squeak like a mouse in pain. Finally, Ana couldn't take it anymore.
"June," she roared, sitting straight up in her cot against the adjacent wall, "Must you continue with that insufferable noise?!"
"I'm sorry," June grumbled, "It's not me problem that Jack gets the big comfy bed and here we are stuck in this shit room."
"We should be thankful for what we have," Anastasia pointed out with a small frown, "And that he even let us on board in the first place."
"We should be thankful for what we have," June repeated in a high pitched snobbish accent, "Well here we are and the night's getting chillier by the moment, and our window's broken. I'm freezin' me ass off, dearie."
"You have a blanket. Use it," Ana said with a sigh.
"Ye call this a blanket?" June scoffed and held up the jagged piece of fabric that looked like it had been attacked by a mob of moths. Ana couldn't help but let out a muffled giggle.
June stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her hand. Sure enough, her skin was cold to the touch. "Yer freezin' too and ye won't admit it," June huffed.
"So what if I am?" Ana said, "We can't do anything about it now."
"That's what you think," June said with a laugh and walked to the door, "I'll be back."
"Where are you going at this hour of the night?" she asked, "Everyone is asleep!"
She was answered by the door swinging shut with a bang.
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June stealthily walked to the front of the captain's quarters and tried to open the door slowly and quietly. The whole ship was silent except for the faint scuffing of her boots. She reached into her pocket to get out her trusty lock picking device and got to work. In a minute's time, the door clicked open and she grinned.
Opening the door slowly, she faced a wooden desk that was blocking her way. Struggling not to laugh, she realized he still didn't trust her enough to leave the door open and un-booby trapped. Like a simple desk was going to stop her!
Getting on her hands and knees, she slipped underneath the desk and rolled to her feet in a stealthy manner. The candles of the room had gone out a while ago, the candle wax already dried, the wick not sparking with life. The moonlight cast eerie shadows and her gaze stopped on the figure in the bed.
She crept closer, eyeing him with an alertness that she couldn't describe, expecting his eyes to open and him to jump at her with a pistol and sword bared, yelling like a madman. But that didn't happen and she began to breathe easier.
His tanned arms were wrapped around the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth shaped into a tiny smirk. His bandanna was lopsided and his dreads fell down across his shoulders at jaunty angles.
"Probably dreamin' about screwin' some gel," she thought with a shake of her head, "Perverted bastard."
He was shirtless, his tanned back turned to her. It was hairless, unlike the turtle story rumor suggested. He rolled over to one side and murmured, "Naughty lil' wench," before resting on his back, his chest rising and falling with slow breaths. She sniggered and began to examine his revealed skin. There were two gunshot wounds on his upper chest from long ago, the only remains of the shots were scars. Long jagged lines ran from his right elbow to his wrist. His Sparrow tattoo and the "P" on his upper wrist were visible as well.
She fanned herself as the sheet slipped a little and his lower lean hips were bared, revealing the corner of a tantalizing tattoo located on his hip bone that she couldn't see all that clearly. The sheet was dangerously low, but not low enough to enable her to get a view of what helped him get that womanizer reputation.
June realized she had forgotten why she had come here in the first place once she caught her eyes roaming his body multiple times, hungrily and predatorily. She smacked herself in the forehead and she noticed the extra blankets on the edge of the bed. Ah ha! Now she remembered.
Remembering she had been standing there gaping entirely too long, she quickly went to the edge of the bed, one of Sparrow's feet revealed, his toes wiggling slightly in the midst of a dream. June leaned over the bed, about to grab two warm and respectable blankets, when a high pitched yell echoed throughout the cabin. Her head shot up to find Sparrow wide awake and pulling the sheet up to his chest, desperately making a grab for his pistol on the nightstand.
"Sparrow, it's me!" she cried, "Don't get yer knickers in a bunch. Well, yer not wearing any, so I don't think you'd be able to get them in a bunch..................."
"What the HELL are ye DOING IN HERE?" Sparrow shouted and began to unlock the safety. She dropped the blankets and held up her hands in surrender.
"I was just getting some blankets, Jack. Ana and I are freezin' our assets off," she responded.
"Or ye were hopin' to catch a glimpse o' me naked!" Jack glared, "I've had enough of ye, lass! I am sick o' ye makin' perverse remarks an' tryin' to rape me in me sleep and feelin' me up underneath tables!"
"I did not come here to rape ye!" June argued, "That wouldn't be very much fun. And if ye think I'm that desperate, get o'er yerself, Sparrow. I can sooner find a hundred willin' adventurous gents in Tortuga, I assure ye."
"A hundred ye say? What, are ye payin' them by the minute lass?" Jack smirked.
June let out a growl of frustration and grabbed the blankets, turning to walk out of the room.
"Don't walk away from me," Jack said angrily. She could practically hear him cursing, having that inner battle inside his mind if he should just go ahead, pull the trigger and be done with her.
"Quite ironic how ye don't find it very funny when yer put on the spot, Sparrow, and ye do it to poor women everyday."
"Ye act as if they don't like it," he said and grinned.
June rolled her eyes and pushed the desk out of the way, preparing to leave. She paused and turned to face him. He was watching her curiously and cautiously, his gun still at his side, still on the defensive as his eyes studied her.
"Oh, and Sparrow?"
"Yeah?"
"That's a nice tattoo ye got there."
Jack's chest puffed out with pride as his ego inflated. "Which one?" he questioned with a smile.
"That one on yer hip. Good night."
She left right after she saw his smile disappear, her eyes twinkling with wickedness. June didn't feel like getting shot. After all, the blood would probably ruin her favorite shirt.
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Jack walked out of his quarters the next morning, surprised to see the sun already high in the sky and Will sitting lazily by the helm, staring up at the clouds. Ana was busy humming to herself and stitching some clothing up, her thread and needle flying between her fingers. And the anchor was down. The Pearl wasn't moving an inch.
"Why aren't we movin'?" Jack said, annoyance lacing his tone, "What is this, a day off? I thought ye were to follow me orders!" Will, tying his hair back once more, had confusion written all over his face.
"Do ye speak English, whelp?" Jack asked, waving his hands around like a lunatic.
"But we did follow yer orders! June said that ye wanted....................." Will's explanation trailed off until he wasn't speaking at all; finally realizing that June had been lying about Jack letting them all take the day off.
"Where is that disgrace o' a pirate?" Jack seethed, "When I get me hands on her............."
Will didn't answer, just pointed to the water. Jack frowned and took a tentative glance over the side of the Black Pearl. There June was, swimming around with her eyes closed near the side of the ship, floating on her back, singing a raunchy song to herself.
"I bet 'er mum would shit a brick if she heard such language comin' out o' her daughter's mouth," Jack growled. He went to the side and shouted, "JUNE! This isn't yer day off!"
"Dammit," June breathed and squinted from the glare of the sun as she looked up. She smiled and shouted back, "Nice to see ye dressed, captain! Jump in, the water's wonderful!"
Jack mumbled a few profanities and Will raised his eyebrows.
"Dressed?" Will commented, wanting to know the story.
"Ye don't want to know," Jack grimaced. He then added, "Help me bring up the anchor."
"What? But Jack................she's still swimming. The Pearl will leave...................."
"Follow me orders, boy," Jack interrupted, his eyes flashing, "Or I'll gladly drop ye off at Tortuga and never allow ye on the Pearl again, savvy?"
Will grinned and shook his head, exclaiming, "All right, but she isn't going to like this....................." and the two of them slowly worked to raise anchor.
Meanwhile, June froze in the middle of the water and opened her eyes. What was...............holy shit, it was! The anchor was slowly going up and the Pearl began to inch away from her!
"Jack!" she bellowed, "This isn't funny!"
"Hell, woman, yes it is!" he yelled back to her and let out a chuckle as he watched her begin to flail about, swimming as fast as her arms and legs could carry her.
"Rotten son o' a bitch!" she screamed as she looked up and saw him holding a rope, a catlike grin on his face.
"Jack, I think you have had enough fun torturing her," Ana said from behind him, looking irritated and cross.
"Fine, fine," Jack muttered and threw the rope with perfect accuracy down to June, who was still swimming like a retarded fish as she hysterically tried to keep up with the ship.
She grabbed the rope and shouted, "I got it!" Will and Jack pulled together, bringing her with lightning speed over the edge and onto the deck with a loud 'thud'.
Will quickly averted her eyes, a blush gracing his cheeks. Ana grabbed the coat she was working on and rushed over to June, who was lying there and laughing like she was out of her mind. Jack stared. All June wore was a white shirt and some white knickers, which did nothing to keep her revealed now that they were soaked. Ana put the coat around June's shoulders and June sat up, smiling.
"That was a good one, mate, I'll give ye that," June said to Jack, "Ye got me back big time." Jack opened his mouth to answer but hesitated. June cocked one hip to one side, placing a hand on it and raised an eyebrow as she watched his eyes slowly begin to wander, not bothering to listen to Jack's mind.
"It's June, Jack," his conscience whispered, "Why are ye staring?"
"It's not everyday ye have a soaked half naked woman on yer ship," he thought back.
"Ye shouldn't be looking at her, Jack," the conscience scolded, "After all, ye should be hating her guts."
"Pirate," he answered back.
"Ye done staring?" she asked impatiently. His gaze snapped back to her knowing, smiling face.
He stepped closer to her and she took an unsteady step backwards, not trusting him.
"I'm Captain, and ye follow me orders. No more messin' with me head," he said so only she could hear, "Or I'll maroon you."
"Would ye do that to pretty ol' me?" she said, batting her eyelashes.
"I'm sorely tempted," he said through gritted teeth, "To just throw ye back overboard and leave ye for the sharks."
June was the one who stepped closer this time, and Jack did not move away. He could feel her body gently brush past his and his eyes flickered with a new emotion that peaked her curiosity.
"But ye won't, Sparrow," she whispered so only he could hear, "It's fun testing yer limits, seein' how far I can push ye before ye explode. But for some reason ye never seem to carry out yer threats. Fancy that."
"Just waitin' for the opportune moment, luv," Jack replied and she grinned, slowly walking past him so that her hip softly slipped against his.
"Can't wait," she said with a wink and went down below to change into a fresh batch of clean clothes.
"Damn her," he muttered. She was teasing him and he didn't like it. She made him uneasy and it was a rare occurrence for Captain Jack Sparrow to be made uneasy.
"Are you all right, Captain?" Ana asked.
"Please tell me why I let that stupid wench on board in the first place?" he groaned, rubbing his temple.
"Beats me," Ana shrugged, "Perhaps out of the goodness of your heart."
"Then damn me heart," he said with a sigh and Ana let out a laugh, patting him on the back sympathetically.
"I've known her for many years Jack," Ana said, "And I think you should heed my advice: Don't let her make you so angry all the time! Roll with the punches, Captain. Give her a few surprises of her own like you did today. Maybe then she will realize that you aren't a man to mess with."
He took in Ana's words and nodded slowly. "Yer right, Ana, me darling gel!"
"That's the spirit," she said with a small smile and began to go back to her sewing duties.
"That's the spirit all right," he muttered with an evil grin, "From now on, this means war."
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June sat on her cot and tossed and turned this way and that, causing it to squeak like a mouse in pain. Finally, Ana couldn't take it anymore.
"June," she roared, sitting straight up in her cot against the adjacent wall, "Must you continue with that insufferable noise?!"
"I'm sorry," June grumbled, "It's not me problem that Jack gets the big comfy bed and here we are stuck in this shit room."
"We should be thankful for what we have," Anastasia pointed out with a small frown, "And that he even let us on board in the first place."
"We should be thankful for what we have," June repeated in a high pitched snobbish accent, "Well here we are and the night's getting chillier by the moment, and our window's broken. I'm freezin' me ass off, dearie."
"You have a blanket. Use it," Ana said with a sigh.
"Ye call this a blanket?" June scoffed and held up the jagged piece of fabric that looked like it had been attacked by a mob of moths. Ana couldn't help but let out a muffled giggle.
June stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her hand. Sure enough, her skin was cold to the touch. "Yer freezin' too and ye won't admit it," June huffed.
"So what if I am?" Ana said, "We can't do anything about it now."
"That's what you think," June said with a laugh and walked to the door, "I'll be back."
"Where are you going at this hour of the night?" she asked, "Everyone is asleep!"
She was answered by the door swinging shut with a bang.
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June stealthily walked to the front of the captain's quarters and tried to open the door slowly and quietly. The whole ship was silent except for the faint scuffing of her boots. She reached into her pocket to get out her trusty lock picking device and got to work. In a minute's time, the door clicked open and she grinned.
Opening the door slowly, she faced a wooden desk that was blocking her way. Struggling not to laugh, she realized he still didn't trust her enough to leave the door open and un-booby trapped. Like a simple desk was going to stop her!
Getting on her hands and knees, she slipped underneath the desk and rolled to her feet in a stealthy manner. The candles of the room had gone out a while ago, the candle wax already dried, the wick not sparking with life. The moonlight cast eerie shadows and her gaze stopped on the figure in the bed.
She crept closer, eyeing him with an alertness that she couldn't describe, expecting his eyes to open and him to jump at her with a pistol and sword bared, yelling like a madman. But that didn't happen and she began to breathe easier.
His tanned arms were wrapped around the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth shaped into a tiny smirk. His bandanna was lopsided and his dreads fell down across his shoulders at jaunty angles.
"Probably dreamin' about screwin' some gel," she thought with a shake of her head, "Perverted bastard."
He was shirtless, his tanned back turned to her. It was hairless, unlike the turtle story rumor suggested. He rolled over to one side and murmured, "Naughty lil' wench," before resting on his back, his chest rising and falling with slow breaths. She sniggered and began to examine his revealed skin. There were two gunshot wounds on his upper chest from long ago, the only remains of the shots were scars. Long jagged lines ran from his right elbow to his wrist. His Sparrow tattoo and the "P" on his upper wrist were visible as well.
She fanned herself as the sheet slipped a little and his lower lean hips were bared, revealing the corner of a tantalizing tattoo located on his hip bone that she couldn't see all that clearly. The sheet was dangerously low, but not low enough to enable her to get a view of what helped him get that womanizer reputation.
June realized she had forgotten why she had come here in the first place once she caught her eyes roaming his body multiple times, hungrily and predatorily. She smacked herself in the forehead and she noticed the extra blankets on the edge of the bed. Ah ha! Now she remembered.
Remembering she had been standing there gaping entirely too long, she quickly went to the edge of the bed, one of Sparrow's feet revealed, his toes wiggling slightly in the midst of a dream. June leaned over the bed, about to grab two warm and respectable blankets, when a high pitched yell echoed throughout the cabin. Her head shot up to find Sparrow wide awake and pulling the sheet up to his chest, desperately making a grab for his pistol on the nightstand.
"Sparrow, it's me!" she cried, "Don't get yer knickers in a bunch. Well, yer not wearing any, so I don't think you'd be able to get them in a bunch..................."
"What the HELL are ye DOING IN HERE?" Sparrow shouted and began to unlock the safety. She dropped the blankets and held up her hands in surrender.
"I was just getting some blankets, Jack. Ana and I are freezin' our assets off," she responded.
"Or ye were hopin' to catch a glimpse o' me naked!" Jack glared, "I've had enough of ye, lass! I am sick o' ye makin' perverse remarks an' tryin' to rape me in me sleep and feelin' me up underneath tables!"
"I did not come here to rape ye!" June argued, "That wouldn't be very much fun. And if ye think I'm that desperate, get o'er yerself, Sparrow. I can sooner find a hundred willin' adventurous gents in Tortuga, I assure ye."
"A hundred ye say? What, are ye payin' them by the minute lass?" Jack smirked.
June let out a growl of frustration and grabbed the blankets, turning to walk out of the room.
"Don't walk away from me," Jack said angrily. She could practically hear him cursing, having that inner battle inside his mind if he should just go ahead, pull the trigger and be done with her.
"Quite ironic how ye don't find it very funny when yer put on the spot, Sparrow, and ye do it to poor women everyday."
"Ye act as if they don't like it," he said and grinned.
June rolled her eyes and pushed the desk out of the way, preparing to leave. She paused and turned to face him. He was watching her curiously and cautiously, his gun still at his side, still on the defensive as his eyes studied her.
"Oh, and Sparrow?"
"Yeah?"
"That's a nice tattoo ye got there."
Jack's chest puffed out with pride as his ego inflated. "Which one?" he questioned with a smile.
"That one on yer hip. Good night."
She left right after she saw his smile disappear, her eyes twinkling with wickedness. June didn't feel like getting shot. After all, the blood would probably ruin her favorite shirt.
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Jack walked out of his quarters the next morning, surprised to see the sun already high in the sky and Will sitting lazily by the helm, staring up at the clouds. Ana was busy humming to herself and stitching some clothing up, her thread and needle flying between her fingers. And the anchor was down. The Pearl wasn't moving an inch.
"Why aren't we movin'?" Jack said, annoyance lacing his tone, "What is this, a day off? I thought ye were to follow me orders!" Will, tying his hair back once more, had confusion written all over his face.
"Do ye speak English, whelp?" Jack asked, waving his hands around like a lunatic.
"But we did follow yer orders! June said that ye wanted....................." Will's explanation trailed off until he wasn't speaking at all; finally realizing that June had been lying about Jack letting them all take the day off.
"Where is that disgrace o' a pirate?" Jack seethed, "When I get me hands on her............."
Will didn't answer, just pointed to the water. Jack frowned and took a tentative glance over the side of the Black Pearl. There June was, swimming around with her eyes closed near the side of the ship, floating on her back, singing a raunchy song to herself.
"I bet 'er mum would shit a brick if she heard such language comin' out o' her daughter's mouth," Jack growled. He went to the side and shouted, "JUNE! This isn't yer day off!"
"Dammit," June breathed and squinted from the glare of the sun as she looked up. She smiled and shouted back, "Nice to see ye dressed, captain! Jump in, the water's wonderful!"
Jack mumbled a few profanities and Will raised his eyebrows.
"Dressed?" Will commented, wanting to know the story.
"Ye don't want to know," Jack grimaced. He then added, "Help me bring up the anchor."
"What? But Jack................she's still swimming. The Pearl will leave...................."
"Follow me orders, boy," Jack interrupted, his eyes flashing, "Or I'll gladly drop ye off at Tortuga and never allow ye on the Pearl again, savvy?"
Will grinned and shook his head, exclaiming, "All right, but she isn't going to like this....................." and the two of them slowly worked to raise anchor.
Meanwhile, June froze in the middle of the water and opened her eyes. What was...............holy shit, it was! The anchor was slowly going up and the Pearl began to inch away from her!
"Jack!" she bellowed, "This isn't funny!"
"Hell, woman, yes it is!" he yelled back to her and let out a chuckle as he watched her begin to flail about, swimming as fast as her arms and legs could carry her.
"Rotten son o' a bitch!" she screamed as she looked up and saw him holding a rope, a catlike grin on his face.
"Jack, I think you have had enough fun torturing her," Ana said from behind him, looking irritated and cross.
"Fine, fine," Jack muttered and threw the rope with perfect accuracy down to June, who was still swimming like a retarded fish as she hysterically tried to keep up with the ship.
She grabbed the rope and shouted, "I got it!" Will and Jack pulled together, bringing her with lightning speed over the edge and onto the deck with a loud 'thud'.
Will quickly averted her eyes, a blush gracing his cheeks. Ana grabbed the coat she was working on and rushed over to June, who was lying there and laughing like she was out of her mind. Jack stared. All June wore was a white shirt and some white knickers, which did nothing to keep her revealed now that they were soaked. Ana put the coat around June's shoulders and June sat up, smiling.
"That was a good one, mate, I'll give ye that," June said to Jack, "Ye got me back big time." Jack opened his mouth to answer but hesitated. June cocked one hip to one side, placing a hand on it and raised an eyebrow as she watched his eyes slowly begin to wander, not bothering to listen to Jack's mind.
"It's June, Jack," his conscience whispered, "Why are ye staring?"
"It's not everyday ye have a soaked half naked woman on yer ship," he thought back.
"Ye shouldn't be looking at her, Jack," the conscience scolded, "After all, ye should be hating her guts."
"Pirate," he answered back.
"Ye done staring?" she asked impatiently. His gaze snapped back to her knowing, smiling face.
He stepped closer to her and she took an unsteady step backwards, not trusting him.
"I'm Captain, and ye follow me orders. No more messin' with me head," he said so only she could hear, "Or I'll maroon you."
"Would ye do that to pretty ol' me?" she said, batting her eyelashes.
"I'm sorely tempted," he said through gritted teeth, "To just throw ye back overboard and leave ye for the sharks."
June was the one who stepped closer this time, and Jack did not move away. He could feel her body gently brush past his and his eyes flickered with a new emotion that peaked her curiosity.
"But ye won't, Sparrow," she whispered so only he could hear, "It's fun testing yer limits, seein' how far I can push ye before ye explode. But for some reason ye never seem to carry out yer threats. Fancy that."
"Just waitin' for the opportune moment, luv," Jack replied and she grinned, slowly walking past him so that her hip softly slipped against his.
"Can't wait," she said with a wink and went down below to change into a fresh batch of clean clothes.
"Damn her," he muttered. She was teasing him and he didn't like it. She made him uneasy and it was a rare occurrence for Captain Jack Sparrow to be made uneasy.
"Are you all right, Captain?" Ana asked.
"Please tell me why I let that stupid wench on board in the first place?" he groaned, rubbing his temple.
"Beats me," Ana shrugged, "Perhaps out of the goodness of your heart."
"Then damn me heart," he said with a sigh and Ana let out a laugh, patting him on the back sympathetically.
"I've known her for many years Jack," Ana said, "And I think you should heed my advice: Don't let her make you so angry all the time! Roll with the punches, Captain. Give her a few surprises of her own like you did today. Maybe then she will realize that you aren't a man to mess with."
He took in Ana's words and nodded slowly. "Yer right, Ana, me darling gel!"
"That's the spirit," she said with a small smile and began to go back to her sewing duties.
"That's the spirit all right," he muttered with an evil grin, "From now on, this means war."
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Review and I shall give you a cyber hug! (groans fill Fanfiction) Okay okay! You will get to have a hug from either the dashing blacksmith Turner or swashbuckling captain Sparrow! Sound good to you? (cheers)
