I'm so happy that this story is a success! I'm glad everyone likes it. This chapter is also a filler, sorry I don't like to rush stories, I like to add character and personality and not just get to the point. The next chapter is not. Oh, and by the way, in the next chapter Audrina knows she was unconscious for two days but no one tells her in the chapter. It's implied that someone told her, but it's not written in the actual story. I like the next two chapters, this one included! So enjoy! Oh and one more thing. I started high school today so I'm going to be doing the daily chapter updates but after I get past what I already written (which is up to Chapter 16), the chapters will be a little slower in updating. OK OK! I'll stop talking!
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Tortugan Beginnings
A Colorful Imagination
Two Days Later
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Audrina awoke to be alone, naked underneath the captain's bunk sheets. Fear seized her heart, had Jake really done what many had done in the past? For a moment, she feared tears would prick at her eyes but she inhaled sharply to regain her composure. The moonlight spilling into the cabin surely showed it was well past the witching hour (a/n: midnight). Moving her eyes to the sudden sharp pain in her arm, she moaned. The stitches were rather freshly etched into her flesh, from the top of her shoulder to her elbow. Closing her eyes to regain from the pain, she realized it would leave a rather nasty scar.
She was rather groggy and wondered how long she had been sleeping. She remembered something of their plundering of the Jade Lady. Instantly, she recalled bringing the blade across the man's stomach, spilling out his bowels. Shutting her eyes, a rogue tear managed to break lose. She couldn't get the man's face out of her mind. It was a mix between surprise, pain and hate.
The blood. The irony smell of blood was still with her. Her own blood, their blood and the crew's blood. It didn't really matter whose blood it was but rather there was blood at all.Her arm, it was nothing more then a throbbing pain really and she was sitting there still. She groaned at the thought of actually moving. As she tried to push up into a sitting position, she winced from the intense pain that shot up her arm. Sitting up, her mind whirled and she fiercely closed her eyes. When she opened them, she wasn't relieved to see that the cabin was still spinning and half her body felt numb from inactivity. For a brief moment, Audrina wondered how she got in the Captain's Quarters in the first place.
The first person she immediately thought of was of course, Lucas Hart. She wondered if he survived the battle with the Jade Lady. She doubted he was even injured for he was rather competent with a blade and frankly, the members of the Jade Lady simply were not, well that wasn't entirely true either. For merchants, they were rather good but were still no match for the Pearl. But no one was really.
Audrina hated that she was alone, one of the few things she realized after the few moments of being awake. The silence of the cabin and of the sea unnerved her. She almost expected Jack to be sitting at the navigation table when in fact he was not.
Hours before she had woken, he was finding himself incapable of sleep due to her constant whimpering as she slept. He had confided with young Lucas about it several times but to no avail, she slept and whimpered while Jack was seriously sleep deprived. Pride had caused him to sleep with the crew or rather even the sick bay. So he had dealt with the whimpering, he felt a little guilty for her injury. Why had he let her out in battle in the first place? If she was injured in a battle such as that one, what about ones with bigger and more lethal ships? Jack Sparrow had to hand it to her though; she was rather dangerous with a blade.
The need for sleep was overcoming him again. His eyes drooped and he felt himself nodding off. Sighing, he decided to enter the cabin once more and try his luck with a bit of sleeping. Desperately he hoped she had waked up. Even though she would be concerned with talking with him about the events that had happened while she was unconscious but it was better in the long run. She would eventually stop the whimpering. He wouldn't damage his pride by sleeping on the cold deck.
Entering the cabin, he couldn't hear the whimpering through the door. He smiled to himself, either she was awake or had gotten over her nightmares or memories somehow.
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"Wakey, wakey!" He beamed as he walked through the side cabin, giving her a cheeky grin as he passed her. "You don't know how incredibly relieved I am fer you to be awake, luv."
Audrina frowned and leaned back onto the pillow and noticed for the first time, it reeked of Jack. Sweat and salt, she inhaled it. It wasn't such a bad smell but it still made her grimace all the same. She rolled her eyes at the Captain but she was relieved to not be so alone anymore.
"And may I ask why you are so relieved, Captain Sparrow?" She asked, a grin twitching at the corners of her lips.
Jack turned to her and tilted his head, eyeing the bunk deliciously and thinking of the fact that she was completely naked underneath those covers. "Go ahead, luv." He said and a few moments later, smirked at her. "Well are you goin' to ask or not?"
Audrina was confused for a moment and bit the inside of her cheek. Suddenly realizing, she scowled at him. He did take things quite literal, didn't he? "Why are you so relieved, Captain Sparrow?"
Jack didn't answer at once and turned, pulling off his shirt and turning back to her, his bare chest bathing in the moonlight. "Not the time to ask questions, luv." He ambled off towards the bunk, eyeing it.
"What in bloody hell are you doing!?" She cried as he came shirtless towards her, eyeing the bed deliciously.
Taking a peek at her naked body underneath, she pulled the covers tighter around her bare body. He lifted a brow at her and tilted his head, as if he didn't even know what he was doing. Audrina thought it was more then likely that that was the case.
"What are you doing!?" Jack cried at her in a similar fashion because really, he had nothing else to say. He just wanted to sleep.
Audrina fled to the farthest corner in the bunk away from him, the covers still tight around her bare body and her jaw clenching with annoyance. "I asked you first!" She retorted rather childishly.
"Yes, but I asked you second." After a moment, he added in. "And everyone know first in the worst and second is the best." He smiled in a bit of his own self satisfaction and triumph. Audrina didn't know whether to be afraid of him or laugh at him. She found it was the latter of the two.
Grinning, she laughed rather quietly and Jack's brow lifted even more. By nature, he was already eccentric and quirky and nothing more then a big kid himself, but if you add in sleep depravation, his sanity was to be questioned. That is, if it wasn't being questioned already in the first place. Suddenly, his eyes brightened and he clapped his hands together as if he had some incredible discovery.
"And! I forgot to mention that the third is the one with the treasure chest!" Jack grinned and Audrina was bemused for a moment.
"There isn't a third person here, Jack." Audrina said rather quietly and he gave her an odd look as if he was indeed questioning her sanity.
Turning towards the mirror, he stroked his goatee and looked back at Audrina. "I beg to differ, luv." He drawled and turned back to his reflection, giving 'him' a rather long and lustful look.
"You have such dashing good looks, Captain Sparrow. You are most certainly the most deserving of said treasure chest." He purred into the mirror, touching it as if he was really in fact touching another person.
Audrina couldn't hold back the laugh that was tickling her throat. At the moment, she couldn't decide if he really was mad or drunk or sleep deprived or perhaps all three. It took her a moment to remember that she had thought such thoughts. Jack turned to her, bemused at why laughter and a smile graced her face. It took her a moment to remember the situation they were in. She was naked in his bed with an injured arm while he was possibly mad, drunk or sleep deprived or all three. It took her a moment to get serious again. Jack had seemingly forgotten about the treasure chest and the 'third person' in the room.
"What?" Audrina said, realizing his eyes on her bare shoulder. She narrowed her turquoise eyes on him before bringing the covers tighter around her shoulders.
"Luv, if I promise not ta touch ya would you allow me in the bunk?" He pondered, hoping very much for her to say yes. It had been ages since he had slept in a bed with a naked woman, far too long in fact. Even if they weren't going to sleep together.
Audrina was pondering it. He had been good to her and let her sleep in his bunk while he took the hammock. She could have slept on the uncomfortable sick bay beds but he hadn't let her. For a moment, she really was contemplating it. He was a good man, in a pirate way and even though she didn't exactly trust him, she did feel guilty if she said he couldn't. She nodded and Jack's grin widened considerably on his face.
"One condition! Give me a shirt or something to wear, Captain, please. I wouldn't feel right." Audrina nodded, that was fine, something to cover up with. Jack gritted his teeth and nodded. He turned away from her for a moment and rummaged through his draws and threw a relatively clean white shirt on her. It would end right around her thigh, which again was fine with Audrina.
Making him turn, she quickly slipped on the shirt and edged herself close enough to the wall as possible. Jack frowned, seeing her retreat from him but sighed, he couldn't have it all his way. Their bodies weren't even touching and so far, Audrina felt relatively comfortable.
"Captain? How is Lucas?" Audrina asked rather quietly and Jack found himself rather annoyed, he was beginning to feel himself drift into sleep before she had asked.
"Fine, luv. The little git is hopeless without you."
"Oh. Thank God. Well good night, Captain." She said sleepily next to him.
"G'Night. Oh and Rina, luv, call me Jack." He said and she nodded sleepily, not noticing that he had invented yet another nickname for her. Jack Sparrow sure had a colorful imagination.
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