Emma's POV:
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of light breathing in my ear. My eyes slowly opened and I realized that it was Will. He must've come to bed sometime after I'd fallen asleep last night. And now, Will was sleeping soundly next to me. However, that wasn't what was making me blush intensely at the moment. It was the fact that Will was completely shirtless and his beautifully muscled body was extremely close to mine. At some point in the night, Will's arm had found its way around my waist and kept me close to him.
I blushed fiercely and attempted to disentangle myself from Will. However, that just made Will stir in his sleep for a moment before he opened his brown eyes. Will blinked for a moment and then realized what I was trying to do as his face began to turn a little red. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't-I didn't mean to overstep any boundaries you had, I guess it just happened in the middle of the night," Will apologized. I nodded, blushing pink as Will allowed me to be free and I sat up in bed beside him. "It's all right, Will," I assured him.
Looking slightly relieved, Will exhaled a deep breath. Running a hand through his slightly longer hair, Will got up out of bed and grabbed a clean shirt from his closet. "I guess I'll let you change into some fresh clothes. Anamaria left these for you the other day," he said. He gestured to a decent-sized pile of women's pirate clothes stacked on a chair. I nodded to him and Will stepped out for me to change.
With Will gone, I slowly got out of bed and went to the pile of clothes Anamaria left for me. Going through everything, I put on a pair of black leather pants with matching boots, a white linen shirt almost similar to the one Will wore only in a woman's style, and a deep velvet red corset/vest above the shirt. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I almost gasped. I looked surprisingly attractive in pirate clothes. And even though I had the vest over my shirt, the corset part worked good to make my upper womanly curves look even better. And my long brown hair fell down in slight waves past my shoulders.
Looking at myself, I wondered what the other men on the ship would think. And just how much would they be able to control themselves at the sight of an attractive young woman who just happened to be a virgin? But, I found myself wondering most of all what Will would think once he saw me.
Tossing my hair one last time, I walked out of the cabin Will and I shared, heading above deck. When I got there, I was right in my assumptions as to how the other men would react. So many hungry stares followed me as I walked along the deck. I could see many of the men staring at either my boobs or my butt. How wonderful, I thought.
Next came the catcalls after the staring. I listened to some whistles coming after me until I started walking past Mr. Coleman toward the front of the ship. "Oi, poppet! The whelp done having his fun with ye? I'd like to have some fun now," Mr. Coleman said. He trailed after me for only a few seconds, heading to grope my butt before I turned around, angry and scared at the same time.
I was sick and tired of the other crew members using Will's nickname in the wrong way. Mr. Coleman said it like an insult. But, when I heard Anamaria use it before, she just had it as a plain old nickname since Will appeared to be one of the younger crew members on the Black Pearl. "Excuse me, but his name is Will. And you shouldn't touch me unless you want to lose all of your rotting teeth," I warned.
Mr. Coleman simply snickered and glanced over at some of the few other crew members who happened to be watching our little fiasco. Then, he began to close in on me, forcing me to back up against the railing of the ship. He raised a hand to touch me, but before he even could, Mr. Coleman was letting out a sound of pain.
"Do not touch her, Mr. Coleman. I'd hate to have to tell the Captain about you breaking his little rule and getting you kicked off the ship," Will said in a low and threatening voice, his hand tightly gripping Mr. Coleman's wrist. Mr. Coleman glared at Will. "Let me wrist go," he snarled. Will simply let Mr. Coleman go with a flick of his wrist.
Once he was free of Will's grip, Mr. Coleman turned to me with a sneer. "The whelp won't always be there to protect you, poppet. I can promise you that," Mr. Coleman threatened. With that, he stalked off with an even dirtier look than usual on his face.
No longer posing an immediate threat to me, I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Will had been glaring after Mr. Coleman as he walked away, but once I started breathing properly again, he turned his attention back to me. "Are you alright? He didn't actually touch you, did he?" Will asked, concerned as he looked me up and down. I shook my head, shutting my eyes as I calmed myself down. That was when I felt Will come a little closer, his warm hands lightly touching my fingertips. "Hey. I'm sorry I wasn't here faster. I was talking with Jack when I heard all the wolf whistling," Will said quietly to me.
I sighed, opening my eyes to look up at Will. However, I almost wasn't prepared to see the way Will was looking at me. He seemed to genuinely care about my safety and basically me. And with how close we were now, with our fingertips touching ever so softly, I felt almost like there was no one else on the Black Pearl but Will and I.
I was so caught up in looking into Will's eyes that I almost jumped when someone shouted, breaking the calm of the moving sea. "Land ho! Tortuga is ahead, Captain!" an older man with really thick grey sideburns announced.
Hearing the news that land was ahead, I couldn't help turning away from Will to look. A couple miles ahead, I could see the outline of a decent-sized island in the distance. A small smile started to quirk up at my lips, despite me remembering Will's earlier warning about Tortuga being a rather violent place. Nevertheless, I still liked the idea of having sailed for some time and finally coming to a new place.
I glanced back at the steering wheel of the ship where Captain Jack Sparrow stood. Based on what I'd seen of him, he was rather eccentric for a pirate. He had a goatee split into two braids along with his long dreadlocks with a couple braids in them. I could tell he had a dark red bandana underneath his captain's hat that matched the undershirt he wore beneath his long black trench coat. Captain Jack Sparrow was indeed the perfect example of a pirate that I'd read about.