"Oh... my head..." I opened my eyes, my head pounding everytime blood pumped to my brain. I groaned and rolled to the side...
Suddenly my eyes shot open and I sat up a little too quickly, my eyes going blind and my head nearly splitting in pain. I sat there, dizzy, waiting for it to subside as the room zoomed in and out of focus... once again this was not my bed.
When my eyesight returned I looked to my left to see that I hadnt been alone in-I looked around and sighed-Jacks bed.
"Oh no..." I groaned and put my head on my hands and tried to remember last night. What had happened? I remembered spilling my heart and soul out to him... a foolish move... and ... oh my head hurt ... I remembered his hands, soft and gentle on my sides on my sides and his face had been getting closer and closer... and I told him I loved him and then...
I could remember no more. Fear pierced my heart and I lifted my covers to see that my dress was on... but the sentence lacked the word "still"...was my dress still on?
I groaned again and pulled the warm blankets off me, shivering in the slight chill that came from the open window.
I swung my legs, my feet hitting the hard ground lightly as I dizzily stood up.
I pulled on my boots, too tired to lace them and ran my hand through my tangled hair. Sighing heavily, I began to walk to the door, my hand on my forehead.
The sun blinded me, sending another wave of pain through my brain, as I broke into the sunlight. Gibbs looked at me, before smiling and hurrying away. I stumbled to the helm, earning curious smirks all the way and tapped the Captain on the shoulder, a dreadlock brushing over my hand. Jack turned and I could see that he was holding back a laugh.
"You look... terrible luv..." he said, one hand on the wheel, the other hanging on his side.
"What did you do to me?" I whined and leaned my head on his shoulder. I could feel his shoulders shake as he chuckled. I locked my arms around his middle, like a whining child. He put one around my shoulder.
"I didn't get you drunk luv." Jack reminded me and I groaned.
"Why do I have such a headache?" I asked quietly, taking in his scent, shivering at his touch. My heart quickened.
"It's called a hangover Christy." Jack said softly and he chuckled again, "Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll let you off of your duties today." I grinned.
"But I'm comfortable here." I said truthfully, "My head is almost numb in this position." This time a laugh came from his throat and he lifted my face up to his eyes. I frowned... and his lips were on mine. I closed my eyes and gave into his kiss, not caring that the entire crew was probably watching; the pain was gone and I never wanted this to end.
When he pulled away I smiled, the taste of his lips still on mine. I looked into his eyes.
"Jack?" I said timidly. He raised his eyebrows. "I meant it... what I said last night." I waited for an answer. I didn't get one so I decided to ask another.
"Jack?" I asked again and he turned to me.
"Yes luv?" he asked; he was patient.
"Last night I-" I stopped "I-did we-you know..." Jack laughed again.
"Sadly, no luv," He confessed, "no matter how lovely it would have been." I smiled, relieved and rested my aching head back onto his shoulder.
"Are you going to answer my other statement, Jack?" I asked as we entered his cabin and he rested me on the bed. I curled a bit. Jack was looking at me, as if in deep thought.
"Yes..." Jack said after a long pause, "I do believe that, all things considered... I do love you..." I smiled and kissed him deeply. He responded eagerly.
"Good." I said and closed my eyes. "If I sleep will the headache go away?" I asked and Jack chuckled.
"Yeah, luv." He said, and I felt myself being lifted and quickly set into a soft bed. As I drifted off, I heard him leave the room. Encased in cushions and blankets, I fell into sleep.
I stood in the middle of the deck on the Black Pearl, crew members bustling around me and Jack at the wheel. I smiled and walked up to him, his lips, sensual, sincere taking mine. I smiled against his lips.
Jack and I stood at the side of an island, the dark sky starless, and his hand moist in mine. I looked around, confused...
Suddenly, a scream shattered the eerie silence... a man's scream. My eyes wide, I let go of Jack's hand and ran into the woods on the island before me, calling out my father's name... it had to be my father... it sounded just like my father... I could hear Jack behind me, calling me back but I couldnt pay attention to him... I needed to get to my father.
"Papa!" I yelled, the sand sinking beneath my feet.
I came to the middle of the island and looked around, my father's voice louder than ever. He should be here! I thought frantically... He should be here!
"Papa?" I cried...
"Christina!"
"Papa?!" I yelled, confused, spinning on my heel, "Where are you? WHERE ARE YOU?!" Another scream... Suddenly, my breath grew short and something trickled from my mouth. Lifting my fingers to my lips I saw blood; I dropped to my knees in pain, my hands on my stomach, blood gushing from my mouth... nobody was going to help me... Jack was gone... and my father was gone...
And suddenly I was awake, sweat beading down my face though I was cold. I knew that if I had really screamed nobody would have come, not even Jack... used to it as they were...
I don't know how long I lied there but I remember my whole body jumping when the door was opened. I looked up curiously and saw that it was Jack.
"Christina?" he said gently. I knew from his eyes that he had heard me. I sat up.
"Yes Jack?" I asked quietly and tiredly.
"We're approaching 'The Seagull'"