I awoke from a nightmare that I couldn't remember. A scream still echoed in my mind and I managed to push memories from my childhood back once again. Stepping out of bed and massaging the muscles on my body that were stiff I looked around the room. Sighing, I found that the ship was quiet. Quietly I peeked out my door and found that the sun hadn't even come up yet. Perfect! I thought and hurried back in the door, pulling on a crimson dress in the same fashion that I had yesterdays. The sleeves hung almost loosely on my arms and the rest of the dress was tight on my body, but not tight enough to show off anything unwanted. Quickly shaking my hair out of the leather and combing it through, I applied dark kohl, bringing out my eyes, and walked out the door, my boots making soft sounds on the wooden deck. Taking a quick look around, I stood at the front of the deck and closed my eyes, the salty sea spray tangy on my lips and my hair blowing back in the early wind. It was chilly and I wrapped my arms around myself.
The sun had yet to come up but the horizon glinted with deep shades of purple and deep orange. I stared up at the sky and watched as each star, one by one disappeared until there was one left. I held my hand up. It seemed so close that I could touch it but I failed. I sighed and looked back out to the horizon and saw that the sun had indeed shown its face. The warmth covered my face and I shut my eyes. I moved to the bow of the ship, standing up upon it and looking down at the water, small swells rocking the ship. I held onto a rope.
-JACKS POV-
Jack walked out of his cabin; rubbing sleep from his groggily eyes heavily lined with kohl and looked out, expecting to see nothing but the sunrise. He was wrong. A faint smile appeared on his lips when he laid his eyes on Christine, her arms out wide on the bow of the ship, as if she were trying to fly away. The colors of the sunrise, deep reds, purples, oranges, and yellows reflected off the clouds and plastered the sky around her. A sketch worthy sight Jack thought and walked up to starboard side of the bow, looking up at her face with interest. Her eyes were closed and a smile was spread across her face, cheekbones high and lips full; eyelashes long. She was beautiful Jack couldn't deny that, more so than the average whore, yet he sensed a barrier between her and everyone around the girl. Her style and choice of color confused him also. She seemed friendly but yet she never stayed away from dark colors or atmosphere too long. She seemed to take comfort in the darkness. Jack chuckled and couldn't help but smile as well as he looked out onto the morning horizon.
-END JACKS POV-
I finally opened my eyes, greeted with the beautiful view of the sunrise. Smiling a little bit, I dwelled on why I was actually here. A solemn journey, I should not be enjoying the first morning this much. But I shook my head, sighing. Smiling and squinting as the sun hit my porcelain face, I climbed down from the front of the boat, stumbling slightly and was surprised when I fell on somebody.
I looked up at Jack, who had caught me in my clumsiness and blushed ten shades of red. "Sorry Captain!" I exclaimed and stood up on my own, my hands grasping the railing on the side. "How long have you been here?" I felt spied upon and embarrassed. Jack smiled.
"Not much time at all, luv." He said and we continued to look out at the water side by side.
"Did I ruin your view of the sunrise?" I asked, drawing my cloak around me closer. Jack looked at it in curiosity and I pulled the hood over my head, framing my face nicely.
"No," Jack said, shaking his head, "not at all, actually I had a very good look of the view up your skirt." I gasped and turned to look at him, thinking of nothing powerful enough to say before simply walking away from him, holding in the urge to slap Jack Sparrow. As I came to the starboard side of the ship I put my hands on the railing and sighed, letting my mind wander to my father once again to calm my rage, but only ended up replacing it with confusion. Where was he? Was he hurt? Was he dead? I felt Jack's eyes on me but paid him no heed. I looked out at the water, which was now reflecting the sun brightly, hitting my eyes. I thought of the first time I had seen the ocean, my fathers arms wrapped around me as we sat on the docks, looking out into the water together.
"Where does it go Daddy?" I asked, "When does the water stop?"
"I don't know, belle." My father whispered and I leaned my head back on his chest. He was such a wonderful father. Always there for me protecting me drying my tears when I needed him to.
"Is Mother watching us?" I asked, my five-year-old voice was high and sweet sounding, but sorrow escaped even the happiest of faces.
"Of course, darling." Father answered reassuringly, hugging me tighter.
"Shes in heaven isn't she Daddy?"
"Yes, Christina shes watching, she watches as you play with your dolls and she watches as you sleep at night. She loves you Christy, don't forget that." My eyes were stinging as I forced myself to hold back tears. Why did I have to even bring up the question? The anguish on my father's face stung my heart. Father cradled me in his arms and I felt a tear slide down my full cheeks.
"Sing me a song, Daddy." I almost choked, "Mommy's song." His voice filled the air around me and I smiled shakily as he sang one of my favorite songs:
(LEARN TO BE LONELY)
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you?
Comfort and care for you?
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you...
My own voice continued on from my own mouth as I was dragged from my flashback. I sang quietly to myself.
"Youve always known
Your heart was on its own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to be lonely
Learn how to love
Life that is lived alone
Learn to be lonely
Life can be lived
Live can be loved
Alone..."
"Ye have a very pretty voice." The Captain stepped behind me and I could hear his boots come to rest on the deck.
"Thank you, Captain." I said, not turning around. I didn't want anyone to see the tears that stained my cheeks and I still hadn't gotten over his remark. Hastily, I wiped my eyes on my sleeve and scolded myself for losing control. After I collected myself, I turned to Captain Sparrow. "What will you have me do?" I asked and Jack looked around.
"Well then what can you do that you know how to do that you are good at doing can you do." I frowned in confusion, "Glenn requires assistance in the kitchen," he said after a moment's pause and I nodded, walking away from the helm without another word. Once again I could feel Jack's eyes on my figure and I rolled my eyes. Never in my life had I met such a man. He was improper, perverted, oh I couldn't think about it any longer. Strolling into the galley, I took my mind away from the Captain and directed it onto the task before me. Coming up from behind a table, his eyes wide with curiosity, Glenn stood.
"Oh," he said, "Hello. What are you doing in here?" His blonde hair swung with his each inclination of his head and his skin was tan.
"The Captain sent me down here." I replied, taking my inspecting eyes up to his blue ones.
"Well, breakfast isn't ready yet so if that's what you're here for you're wasting your time." He replied not unkindly but matter-of-factly. I looked down. "And it probably won't be done for a while until I finish fixing this table." He added.
"I can make the food." I said, "We can get two things done at once." Glenn looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"You can cook?" he asked skeptically and I nodded.
"You don't think that I sit around and do nothing around my house do you? I don't let the maids do everything." I stated and pulled my hair tighter and tucked the bangs out of my eyes, making my way to the cupboards that were lined above the stove.
"Do you people have anything but rum and flour?" I asked, disgusted as I backed away from the cupboard. Glenn looked up and smiled.
"In the cupboard next to the stove is where we keep the rest of it." He said and I nodded, rummaging in there. There wasn't much more but I emptied out the cupboard my finger on my chin and my brow creased in thought. In front of me was an array of different things: a basket of eggs, small bags of ham small enough to fit in a pocket (which I was sure they were), and an array of vegetables. Apples sat on a basket in the middle of the table that Glenn was fixing and I smiled, walking over and scooping several out of the bowl and making my way back to the stove which I quickly stoked a fire under. Pulling a knife off of a board I got to work.