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HeraOfTheStars: Thanks so much for the review! And I realize that I made her a bit too much, haha. I didn't really do it on purpose it just kind of happened. I have been thinking of something to do to kind of make her a bit more...different? But I've been thinking about it all day and haven't decided yet.
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"This ship cannot be crewed by two men and a woman," Gillette laughed. Katherine growled softly again from beside the two men. The noise sent a pleasurable chill up the back of Jack's neck.
"Come here, Katherine, stop trying to be a jester," Gillette then held out his hand to the young girl who nearly spat at him as Jack raised a gun to his forehead, "You've forgotten one thing, mate."
Gillette swallowed as Jack pressed the gun closer to his face, "I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow," he grinned even wider, "Savvy?"
They hid when the men swung onto their ship and as they searched for them, the three swung onto the Interceptor and cut all the ropes before sailing off. They all laughed at the confusion and how some of the men tried to jump back onto their ship, even when it was far away.
Katherine went into one of the cabins to search for more appropriate clothes. She found a pair of tan pants that were only a size or two too big for her. She thanked being blessed with her womanly curves. She then found a pair of boots that must have been shipped to the navy by mistake. They were brand new and were only a size too big for her. They were black, shiny knee length boots which laced up on the sides. She pulled them up over her stockings, tucked the pants into them, and tied them tightly and they fit fine. She had a white sleeveless (but not strapless) corset on that she tied tight enough to keep herself comfortable and loose enough so that she wouldn't suffocate. Then she found one of Norrington's shirts. She pulled it on and buttoned it up. She left the first couple of top buttons undone so that some of her chest showed and rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. The bottom of the shirt nearly reached her knees. She frowned, trying to decide how to fix this. She looked through another chest in the room before finding scissors. She cut the sleeves some, so that they fell only to just past her elbow and she cut a slit to tie them so that they stayed at her elbows. This made the elbows less bulky.
She then cut some of the shirt so that it fell four inches below her waist and she found some fabrics in a chest. She picked out a light blue color and cut a thick strip which she then tied around her waist. It worked as a belt, keeping her pants up, and it also kept her shirt down. She tied the knot to the left side and some of the fabric drooped down to the right side. She cut another piece and tied it in her hair after braiding it to the side. She looked in the mirror and smiled. Pirate, she mocked in her head.
She came out of the cabin and smiled at Will who had his hand held, ready to knock on the door. He chuckled at her appearance, "Well, I see you've got the fashion down, Kate."
"You know, William, I don't like your tone," she teased her friend with a sly smile. "Where's Jack?"
"He mumbled something about rum and disappeared below deck," Will rolled his eyes. Katherine giggled and went on a search for the Captain. She searched all over the ship before she finally found him in the last room she went in.
He was in the kitchen drinking a bottle of rum, his compass lay out before him, open. He chuckled at her outfit and she did a little spin for him, "It's all I could find."
He laughed, "It's nice," his eyes roamed her body. The sash she'd made and put around her waist made her hourglass figure really stand out. "We can get you better fitting clothes in Tortuga, if you'd like."
She smiled and nodded, "I must say I kind of like wearing pants," she scrunched up her nose cutely, "Is that weird?"
He shrugged, "Somewhat, yes. But I think you look much more lovely in dresses. However, the pants will have to do until we get you on land, Miss Swann."
"Please, Captain Sparrow," she insisted as she sat across from him at the table, "You can call me Katherine. Or Kate. Whichever."
"Well, then, Kate, you call me Jack. Don't call me Captain." He then paused for a moment, "But remind William that he must in fact call me Captain." She smiled, letting out a small laugh. He then grew a devilish grin, "Have you ever had rum before?"
She nodded, "Once when I was younger and I was cold. But not recently."
He held the bottle out to her, "Drink up, 'luv. It's a long ride to Tortuga."
Katherine looked at the bottle wearily. She knew the stories about Jack Sparrow, which meant she knew the stories about Jack and his women. It was said that he had a long list of women under his belt. She then thought of Elizabeth. She was probably freezing cold and scared to death. It was partially her fault, as she hadn't been there to protect her sister. She tilted the bottle back and closed her eyes, ignoring the stinging on her throat and the burning in her eyes, she swallowed the rum to try and forget why she was on the ship.
Jack watched her chug the bottle and laughed before taking it from her, "I know I said drink up, but ye got to pace yourself."
She giggled, her eyes a little glassy already and nodded, "Of course."
He then narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, noting that her neck was bare. "'Luv, didn't you have a coin around your neck?"
Katherine lowered the bottle from her mouth and gasped, grasping at where the coin should have been laying against her skin, "Lizzie," she whispered, looking back up, "She told me she'd wear it tonight, she must have grabbed it while I was in the bath."
Jack's eyes widened for a moment before Will came in to find the two of them. "There's only two cabins, aside from the area where everyone else sleeps," he announced.
"Well, Kate can sleep in the captain's cabin," Jack offered with a sly grin.
Will saw the mischief in his eyes as he asked, "Where are you going to sleep?"
Jack looked astonished, as if the question should have even been asked, "In the captain's cabin, of course!"
Will's eyes widened, "Oh…Oh, no."
Katherine looked Will in the eyes, "William, it's fine. Really." She didn't want Will to become the protective 'older brother' role that he often took on with her, because she would feel completely embarrassed in front of Jack.
After a moment or two of looking in her eyes he nodded, defeated, "Alright, Kate. If you say so." He stared at the pair for a little while longer, before making his way onto the deck.
Katherine stumbled her way into the captain's cabin, giggling. The ship was rocking more so at night and she had drank more rum at dinner time after she and Will had made something for the three of them. She tried to walk a straight line to the bed, but she fell over almost at once, giggling. She sat on the floor for a moment before covering her mouth with her hands and giggling once more. Jack swayed in and she tilted her head. His sway that made him look as if he were going to fall over on land, made him look much more stable on the ship.
"'Luv!" he cried out, looking around for her. He then looked down, "Oh, there you are." His face furrowed into confusion, "…what are you doing down there?"
She thought for a moment, "I fell."
He then chuckled and bent down to help her up, "Well, 'luv, you shouldn't be down there," he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to her feet. She fell against him, smiling softly. He then walked her over to the bed and sat her down. "Now, let's get you comfortable," he pulled her boots off and untied the sash around her waist so it wouldn't dig into her skin as she slept. He also took the one out from her hair, and she undid her braid, causing her hair to fall down in curls around her face. She looked beautiful, especially in his inebriated state.
He caressed the side of her face, smiling softly before he stood and pulled the covers back. He helped her into the bed and covered her up. He then climbed in on the other side beside her, blowing out the candles on the nightstand. He lay there for a few moments, trying to clear his mind. He tried to forget the beautiful young woman laying beside him.
He didn't even know much about her. He knew that the girl that the Turner child was obsessed with was her sister, Elizabeth. He also knew her full name; Katherine Isabella Swann. And that she was the governor's daughter. He didn't even know how old the girl was.
He could smell her from where he lay, she smelt clean. Like freshly washed linens and somewhat, fruity. He nearly groaned. He heard her turn over.
"Jack?" her voice was like candy, even at this time of night. It surprised him as he usually hated to hear a woman's voice while he was trying to sleep.
"Yeah, 'luv?"
"I'm cold," she whispered, even more softly. He could only imagine the light smile and blush of embarrassment on her cheeks; asking a pirate for warmth.
He made a noise of acknowledgment, "Do ye want my coat? It's on the chair."
"That's so far," she laughed, "Could I just-" she placed her hand on him, just below his shoulder, on his chest.
"I don't mind, 'luv."
He could hear her lips turn up into a smile as she pulled herself closer to him. His body instantly felt warmer, almost as if it were on fire. She placed her head on the other side of his chest and he heard her sigh contently. He could only imagine what would happen to him if the Royal Navy found them like this; he'd never even make it to the gallows.
"Jack?" she whispered again.
"Yes, 'luv?" he sighed slightly, tired.
"Thank you. For helping us go find Lizzie."
"You're welcome," he answered her, mumbling back.
"Good night, Jack."
"Night, Kate."