Title: Send Her My Love Pairings: JS/OC, WT/ES Overview: The Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow has had interesting acquaintances and activities in the past. This story is of a chain of many events that have gone awry, and come back to haunt him.
Disclaimer: No, for the last time, it's not mine!
A/N: I figured with all the reviews I was getting I probably should be getting on making the next one, especially since everyone was saying how much they missed the story. That makes me very very happy as a writer type person. To my reviewers! Oh awesome people you all are.
To both Odette and Sirenne Claire, I'm glad you like the story, and missed it, and I will be endeavouring to update a bit more frequently.HeavenlyKitten, thank you SO much for your review, I'm glad there are people who are dissecting the characters here. It makes me really happy. And I'm really glad that you feel Payton is strong, despite her weakness and inner conflict, cuz that's what I was going for. I personally can't stand weak females, and in this time period, I doubt that they'd get very far. Of course you need a few to balance out the story, and plot on occasion, but they bother me so much! Thanks for your wishes on my weird life, it's going alright. Princess-Maiden, Calico has never actually seen Payton. He was given a brief description from her father, however, nothing further. Therefore, given the changes that have happened to the character, and all that she's undergone, it makes sense that the description he was given would not match Payton as of right now. However, I will be getting back to that later in the story, possibly this chapter. Hee hee hee. Thanks for the round of applause, I feel special.
I have no real notes or updates which I need to inform you of now, pretty much the story has been planned out so there's not much changing right now. So, without further ado, let's get to the next chapter!
Chapter Fifteen: It's Not What You Think
Where the badly battered Black Pearl heads back to Tortuga for repairs... and more crew. Looks like we've gotten back to where we started.
Payton regarded the chaos on the deck in astonishment. This was the first time that she had been in the midst of a battle, the first time she had seen one first hand. She had no idea there was so much destruction. Like the silly rich girls, she had been raised knowing that the good side always won, and God would never let good men die. But looking about, she began to wonder if everything she had ever been taught was a whole pack of cleverly concocted lies, designed to keep young ladies from questioning the world. Given how much she had learned so far from Jack, and the pirates, she supposed that it wouldn't be too far from the truth. After all, pirates were supposed to be in line with the Devil, and evil men through and through, black hearted blaggarts every one. Yet, the amount of compassion and caring she got from the crew was more than she ever had from her family. Some of the crew were practising Catholics too, went to church whenever they could, after they had gone to a tavern or two of course. As Raggetti had said to her, you get points for trying. And Jack... trying to box him away as evil, or cruel... well, it just couldn't be done. He was an enigma, most perplexing in every way. He threw aside every one of her preconceptions, all the notions she had been lead to believe he had smashed. It's like he opened her eyes and showed her the world that really existed. And she loved it. Which of course went against everything she was supposed to be. A quiet lady, married off to someone of higher status to improve the family honour. She had a feeling that she would never be able to go back to what she once was, even if she wanted to. It was no longer possible, she had changed and learn far too much.
Dragged out of her musings by shouts, she moved over and knelt next to where the stairs to below decks used to be. In place of the stairs where many splintered boards, and other such debris.
"Captain! We have a bit of a problem here!" Jack looked over from the helm where he was steering. Wordlessly, he handed the wheel off to Mr. Cotton and came to Payton's side. Looking down at the wreckage, he sucked in a breath.
"Ah. Aye, I'd say you're right about that."
She looked up at him. "Do we have any rope? We could make a ladder from it..."
"Good idea luv. But all the spare rope is down there."
"Well, you could ask one of the crew who are down there to make the ladder." A few crewmembers at this point in time had gathered around the remains of the stairs, looking up at their captain for direction.
"Lads, grab yerselves some rope, and make a ladder, savvy?"
"Aye Capt'n!" chorused the reply as the crewmembers disappeared from view.
Payton stood up, and looked around the deck, paying no mind to Jack. The Helio was now out of sight, just a dot on the horizon. The Pearl hadn't fared too badly. There were a few superficial scratches, a few holes in the sails, nothing particularly pressing to deal with. At least, on deck. She had no idea what it would look like below deck, but given that the stairs were taken out, she had a feeling that there was a lot of damage there. Jack meanwhile, was watching Payton. He stood up, and leant against one of the railings, looking out at the ocean. What he wanted from her was more than pure lust. He had felt lust before, and it was nothing like this. It didn't compare to this. No, this feeling... this was more. And it wasn't because he hadn't had sex with a woman since before he picked up Payton that he was feeling this way either. No, this was something different, something else. Something he couldn't quite define. Mysteries never sat well with him. And he knew that he should know what it was that was bothering him so. He refused to believe it could be love, because pirates were only meant to love the sea. He didn't like this situation, not one bit. Nothing was adding up to what he knew, what he believed as the truth. Not to say that Jack Sparrow was unchangeable, nay, he was as changeable as the sea itself. He shook his head, clearing away these strange thoughts that had settled over his mind. As of late, he had been spending too much time thinking on her, far too much time. It wasn't healthy, anyone could tell him as much.
Still... why did something that was so wrong, feel so right?
Payton looked over at Jack, and sent him a slight smile.
Calico Jacques was furious. No, furious didn't adequately describe the amount of anger he had right then. He was seething. The entire crew of the Helio could hear him smashing about in his quarters, every crash or shatter punctuated with swearing or loud shouts of rage. Then... an absolute silence fell, more terrifying than the captain's rage. The crew listened intently, none of them daring to even breathe loudly, all while continuing to fix up the Helio so that it could make it to a port. After five minutes of the silence, the crew began to relax, Gilles started yelling out orders, men started to make quick fixes to various holes in the hull. Ten minutes after they started the work, Calico Jacques came out on deck, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand. Gilles nearly instantly saw his captain from where he was standing manning the helm.
"Captain! Do we have a heading sir?"
Calico turned to look at his first mate. "Ouais, we do. We will go to where all ze low life scumbags go. We will go to Tortuga! Zat is where will find ze bastard Sparrow. He will pay fer what he has done."
"Aye aye Captain!"
Calico sauntered into his cabin, but paused at the door. "You zer, McClain. Bring me Anabelle."
"Y-yes Captain! Right away sir!" The petrified boy, no older than twelve, scampered below decks to bring his captain the requested whore. Calico enjoyed keeping a few women of fancy aboard, to slake the desires of his men, and his own. Anabelle was a curvaceous blond French waif, picked up from the ports of Paris. She had turned to whoring herself to provide money to live, but the trade was not too good for a low class whore as herself in Paris. When Calico offered her a position on his ship, she gladly jumped at the offer, quickly becoming his favourite as she'd put up with anything he desired. And that did mean anything.
At Calico's request, she dressed in the near sheer blue nightdress he bought for her, with nothing more than a shift underneath. As usual, some of the crew whistled at her, to which she merely gave a smirk in their direction. She knew that she had power over them, which is why she would have line-ups outside her door late into the night. That prestige alone allowed her to run the whores who lived on the Helio. She dealt with the fights brutally, but was fair, and made sure all of her girls were alright. Despite the known cruelty of Calico Jacques, she flourished, content to rely on him for her home, food, and pay, rarely complaining. McClain paused at the door of Calico's cabin, unsure of what to do. Anabelle sighed and rolled her eyes, before opening the door herself. "My lord... you desired my presence?"
A growl from in the room, emanating from the captain. "You know what I desire. Come here fille." With a smirk, Anabelle entered the room, then turned and closed the door, leaving her smouldering gaze on McClain so he shivered before the door shut. Then Anabelle turned all her attention to Calico and his desires.
Payton sighed. Too much time. Everything went by so fast, and everything was moving too slowly. She sighed again, but brightened when she looked over to see the rope ladder being secured to the deck. Walking quickly, she reached the hole where the stairs used to be. "Is it safe to go down?" She called down to the men who were cleaning up.
"Aye, it's safe!" Came the call back. Without questioning further, Payton climbed down the ladder to inspect the damage below. Jack had already come down, and had winced when he had seen the galley. "She"s not going to like this one bit..."
"Who"s not going to like what?" Came Payton's voice from behind him. Abruptly he spun about, blocking her view to the galley. "Ah, there you are luv! Uh, I was just thinking of how nice it would be if you were to come with me this way."
"But I want to start working on lunch Capt'n. Unless that's a problem...?"
Jack looked wildly about for a moment, not entirely sure of what to say. "Well, actually luv, yes, that is a problem... as... er, I need you to check the supplies in the hold! Aye, I'm wantin' ye ta check supplies in the hold."
Payton raised an eyebrow sceptically. "What are you trying to hide from me Sparrow?"
"Captain... Captain Sparrow."
"Aye, whatever you say Captain. Now, what are you hiding from me?"
"Nary a thing luv, what makes you think I'm hiding something?"
"Well, what's really giving it away right now is that you're blocking my view to the galley." She glared at him, trying to see around him, wanting to hit him as he moved his head directly into her line of sight. "Now why might you be doing that Jack Sparrow?"
"Doing what me luv?" He once again blocked her view as she tried to look around him, eliciting a frustrated noise from Payton. "Would you stop..." She tried to move around him, only to find that she couldn't see past him, no matter what she did. "Being in my way!" She pushed him, but found that he was immovable. Another growl of frustration as she tried, to little success to see over him, around him, by him, or in any way to see what it was he was hiding from her. A few more minutes of that, and she tired of trying to get around Jack. She would look left, and he would move right, directly in her line of sight. She would move right, and he was again in her way, moving to his left. She would fake left, then go right, but he was too quick for that, and all she got were the smallest of glimpses, no real view into the room behind him. With a growl, she attempted again to push past him, again gaining no ground. She stopped, and glared at him, placing arms akimbo to stare him down.
"Would you kindly move so I could get into my galley sir?!"
He chuckled. "Now luv, why would I do a thing like that? After all, I told ye that I was wantin' ye ta be going down to the hold." "Because you are hiding something from me Captain Jack Sparrow, and I fully intend to find out what that would be!" Without warning, she barrelled into him, knocking the pirate off balance, subsequently having the both of them land on the floor of the galley, her sitting atop him.
"Ye know luv, if I'd been knowing that you wanted me this bad, well, we could've done summat about it afore now..." Jack smirked as he watched Payton's cheeks flush bright red, and prepared himself for a slap.
It never came.
"Oh, Mary mother o' God! What in name hell happened in here?!" She had noticed the state of the galley. There was a massive hole in the hull of the Pearl, and half of the cabinets had been destroyed too, leaving spices, utensils, pots and pans strewn across the floor, very few still in useable condition. Given the fact that Payton usually kept the galley in near pristine (or as near pristine as you could get on a pirate ship) condition, the disaster in front of her was far from how she liked things to look.
Jack winced. "Well Payton, it would appear that, when the cannon destroyed the stairs, an' the other side of me Pearl, it also destroyed your galley." He didn't expect a growl from her, nor the oath she spoke with such venom. Mind you, he wasn't entirely paying very much attention to what it was she was saying. Jack was trying very hard not to focus on exactly how close she was to him, how warm her body was, how soft the skin felt against his, how passionate she got when she was angry... He was failing. Cringing, he tried to control where his thoughts were going, failing as he felt the blood flowing to his loins. Any moments Payton was sure to notice, and then Jack figured that it was likely that he'd never have the chance to enjoy another woman, ever again. Her, or any other female for that matter.
By some work of providence, she seemed to be paying no mind. However, she was also moving about, in a very provocative fashion while still straddling his hips, continuing to curse the source of the chaos in her galley. Looking heavenwards, Jack cursed any deity which may be listening at that point in time, including references to monkeys and their siblings. He hoped that whatever Payton was doing wasn't intentional, because if it was, he felt that it would be likely that he was going to flip her over and ravish her. Completely. Regardless of the crew still milling about, or the repairs happening to the ship, or the fact that there was a hole in the wall, that anyone could stumble in on them at any point, and that there was broken planks all over the floor. He needed to get her off, and fast, or he was going to end up doing something which he would regret, or worse yet, not regret.
Jack cleared his throat, somewhat nervously, dragging Payton's attention to squarely rest on him. "As much as I'm enjoying the view me darlin', it may be an idea to get back to the clean up. Asides, the crew might get curious if they were ta see you atop o'me in the galley." The pinkish flush on her cheeks showed Jack that he had indeed gotten his point across, and that being blunt, once again got what he wanted. Or didn't want as the case may be. The sound of her palm hitting his cheek showed him that it would have definitely been a bad idea for her to have found out exactly how he felt about her sitting on him had she had not moved.
"Jerk." She said as she got up to stalk further into her galley to attempt to clean it, growling and grumbling as she went. With a chuckle, Jack got up, massaging his burning cheek. "See you at lunch luv."
By lunch time, Payton hadn't even begun to assess the amount of damage to the galley. And the crew was starving. After clearing an area in which to cook, she had hastily prepared a filling stew for the crew, but it was nothing compared to what she usually made. After doling out portions to the crew, she continued cleaning at a breakneck pace, not stopping to eat anything in her fervour. Jack and Gibbs looked at her strangely, looked at each other, and then shrugged. The general consensus was that it was better not to question what she was doing. She made sure they had good food to eat in a timely fashion, and no one went hungry. Given very little, she could make a veritable feast for the crew if they asked her to.
About half way through eating the stew, the crew heard a crash from the galley, followed by a string of curse words, another crash, and more cursing. "Bloody stupid cabinet!" Another crash, and what sounded like a slam as Payton stormed out of the galley to see the entire crew staring at her. "Well?! What are you looking at?! Eat!"
They quickly complied. Payton then stormed off in the other direction to get to the hold.
"What's gotten into her Capt'n?"
"I can only guess Mister Gibbs."
"Someone should go talk to her." Spoke a faceless crewman.
"What, are you insane man?" Spoke up another. "She'd kill whoever went to talk to her!" Then, en masse, the crew turned to look at their captain, waiting.
He looked up from his stew. "What?"
"Walk the plank!" Squawked Mr. Cotton's parrot.
Jack pulled out his gun. "What did the bird say?!"
Mr. Gibbs hastened to calm his captain's paranoia. "What the bird is tryin' ta say Captain, is that it may be best for the Pearl if perhaps ye were ta... reason with the girl." The rest of the crew nodded at Gibbs statement.
"Best fer the Pearl y'say?" Jack put his gun away, and stroked his goatee.
"Aye Capt'n. The lass seems ta be a bit annoyed."
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt... Get my ship shipshape!" He then followed after Payton into the hold, a chorus of ayes following him as he left.
Finding Payton was no trouble. All one had to do was follow the loud crashing punctuated by screams, and on occasion, tears. Jack winced the closer he got. Emotional females were not his forte. Ironic how he seemed to bring them to him in droves. He could see the cause of the unquiet sitting very quietly on a barrel, her eyes down turned, looking at her feet. Payton became aware of his presence before he would have liked. "What d'you want?" She whispered in a voice hoarse from her many outbursts.
Jack winced, this had all the makings of becoming another blow up. He stood a few feet behind her, and spoke gently. "I just came ta see if you were planning on doing further damage to me Pearl."
"Lovely how you care more for your boat than members of your crew." She kicked a few of the crates which were stacked across from her.
'Ship luv, the Pearl is a ship. An' what gives you the idea I care more for the Pearl than for me crew?" He moved slightly closer, still wary of her wrath.
Payton looked up at him, incredulous, and slightly annoyed. "Really? You really seem to think there's no proof?"
"I care as much for me crew as I do for me Pearl." He crossed his arms as he observed her.
She laughed, and stood up, moving further into the hold. "Just... leave me be Sparrow."
Jack followed her, always good at following directions. "Captain Sparrow." He stressed as usual.
"Whatever! It's not like it matters." She started to walk faster away from him.
"Sure it does, it matters to me luv." His smirk grew as he heard her growl. She turned a corner, and came face to face with a wall. Turning around, she bumped into Jack.
"Move." She glared up at him as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Move, please?" She tried again. He chuckled and moved closer towards her, making her back up against the wall. "Get out of my way!" She pushed against his chest, but he didn't budge.
He leant over and whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to go down her back. "Now now luv, careful, or ye might end up hurting yourself." His hand moved to caress her shoulder, but she moved further away, effectively pinning herself against the wall. Nervously wetting her lips, she tried to control her erratic breathing. "Leave me be." She tried again to push him away, beating her fists against his chest, but he just chuckled, then stepped back, out of her range.
"If that be what you're wanting luv, so be it."
She looked at him suspiciously. "What are you up to now?"
Jack held a hand to his chest, feigning being wounded by her words. "Must women always be so suspicious of me? What did I do to deserve their paranoia?"
"The correct question would be what didn't you do to deserve their suspicions Captain." Payton spoke bitterly, trying to brush past him without touching him. He put out an arm, and caught her before she could move away, baring her way to freedom. "Now luv, it would seem like you're not too pleased with me. What's on yer mind"
"What, like it matters now?" She angrily pushed against him, growing more and more frustrated when she couldn't get him to let go of her. "Stop it! Just, stop, and leave me be."
"Why would I do that? It's so much more fun to be here with you"
She glared at him, fury coming out of every pore. "Fun? Is that all that this is about? Fun and games? You're only after a bit of light entertainment before moving on? Is that the case? Beause if so, count me out, go find yourself some floozy"
"Whoa, cool down there luv." He stroked her cheek, trying in vain to calm her somewhat.
"No, it's not fair! You can't just keep playing hot and cold with me! I need to know now, what it is that you're really after here Jack Sparrow"
"Life's not fair luv. It'll rarely ever be fair." He was moving closer to her, moving her back towards the hull where he had cornered her before. She licked her lips, again nervous, her pulse racing. "T-then... what is it that you're after"
His eyes rested on her lips, watching as her tongue flicked out to moisten them. She looked up at him through her lashes as he closed the distance between the two of them so achingly slowly... and then their lips touched, and she could've sworn that she felt a shock before her mind melted, and she could think of nothing at all. "I'm after you." He whispered when he finally drew back from her, watching as she had to steady herself against the wall. He turned to go, but felt her hand grasping his shirt, preventing him from leaving.
"Oh no..." Payton whispered throatily, her eyes clouded with lust. "You're not getting away that easily." She pulled him towards her with his shirt, and captured his lips with her own, pushing him back against the crates. She felt him smile against her as he fought for dominance of the situation, finally succeeding as he moved her back against the hull. She could feel how much he was enjoying this situation as he moved closer to her, a hardness pressing against her. Jack ran his hands down her sides, from her shoulders to her hips, then drew her hips closer to his, causing Payton to gasp involuntarily. He was shaking with the amount of control he had to exert to prevent himself from ripping her clothes off. He had wanted to do this to her ever since he had gotten her back from Tortuga. "Are ye sure you be wantin' this luv? It's not too late to back out now"
In response, Payton pulled him in for another kiss, her hand entangled in his hair.
Meanwhile, the crew were rushing to repair the gaping hole in the hull by the galley. They knew better than to try to interfear with anything that Payton had been doing, which somehow resulted in piles of broken boards, ruined utensils, and various other types of debris. From below them in the hold, they could hear Payton shouting, but couldn't decipher the words. They could hear Jack responding, but it was even harder to make out any of what he was saying. Then there was silence, and the crew looked at each other nervously. "D'you suppose...?" Asked one of the men.
Another shook his head. "No, she wouldn't have killed him. Right?" They looked at each other nervously, then continued to try to repair the hull. Every now and then various members of the crew would look over their shoulders toward the hold, as if expecting Payton to appearing weilding a battleaxe, demanding their deaths.
Payton was at that very moment extremely busy. Jack had ensnared all of her senses, leaving her helpless as lust swept through her body. He teased her with his fingertips, mouth, and tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to just the right areas to cause her to loose her mind. The only thing that kept her from begging for him to stop teasing her was her pride, and that was quickly being eroded from the sheer amount of pleasure that Jack was providing for her. She writhed in his hands, biting her lip to prevent her from crying out. She could see a smirk on his face as his ministrations drove her mad,and felt his hands running up and down her body, growing bold, he moved them under her shirt, and continued his torture of her. In the galley, the work was proceeding very quickly. Until..."We need more nails!" Mr. Gibbs cursed. "Go to the hold and get some more. There's crates of them"
"Aye sir!" One of the men jumped up, and raced down to the hold, hoping that he didn't find Payton, or Jack, or both of them.
Hearing footsteps, Payton was drawn back to earth. "Jack!" She hissed. "Someone's coming"
He murmured a response which sounded something like, "So what?"
"Get off of me now Jack Sparrow!" She hissed in return, attempting to push the pirate off. He proceeded to continue to ignore her, and the footsteps moved closer. Not as though she minded his attentions very much, but it was the principal of the thing. She didn't want to have someone walk in on her when she was thinking about... well, nevermind. With a growl, she pushed him off, just as the crewmember appeared around the corner. Jack tipped his hat to the crewmember, who in turn nodded to both Payton and Jack, ignoring both the heavy breathing, and Payton's flushed appearance.
"Capt'n... we need some more nails, Mister Gibbs said that they'd be in a crate?"
"Aye, they're back here." Jack indicated for Payton to move out of the way, and she did, running out of the hold, and back to her galley. Jack cursed, but helped the crewmember (Alex) to open the crate and pull out some nails.
Upon reaching the galley, Payton narrowed her eyes at the work being done, then turned and left for the deck without a word. The crewmembers sighed a breath of relief. Alex appeared up from the hold with the nails, and they continued to work on the hole.
Payton was a wreak. Most of the crew was below deck, working on either the galley, or the exit hole on the other side of the ship, near where the hammocks were. A few crewmembers were taking down a few of the sails because they had rips in them, leaving them to be repaired when they got to Tortuga. Payton wearily paced the length of the ship, no one daring to go near her. After a few moments, she stalked off the deck, entering the captains quarters, shutting the door quietly behind her. She threw herself on the bed, and started to cry.
Jack on the other hand was cursing rather violently the crewmember who dared come in to interupt his time with Payton. He had been so very close - closer than he had been when Gibbs had interupted him last time. She was right, the hot and cold nature of their relationship had to go, and she had seemed all for what he wanted... until she heard someone coming. Did that mean she was embarrassed by him? Or she was afraid of what people might think? She had said once that it would never work between the two of them because they were from two societies too different - she was wealthy and afluient, and he was... well, a pirate. But that no longer held any importance, she was sent off to a pirate, and was probably no longer even considered family by her family back in England. Her arguement didn't hold up at all. So then, why had she said it? Was she trying to dissude him from doing anything? Jack's head spun with all the possibilities behind her bizzare behaviours. Finally, he shook his head. There were things more important now than the strange woman who had taken his attentions. No, he had to make sure the Pearl could get them to Tortuga. Then he would have the time to talk to Payton.
Hours later, Jack checked the galley, surprised to find no one there. The hole was fixed as best the crew could manage to, but there was still a disaster on the floor, and nothing was organized how Payton would have liked it to have been. Going above deck, Jack looked about, seeing his crew hard at work.
"Where's Payton?" He asked Mr. Gibbs.
"I haven't seen her in hours Capt'n. I think she may have gone into your cabin."
Jack nodded his thanks, and hastened to the cabin. Upon entering, he saw Payton asleep on his bed, evidence of tears on her face. He sat down in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose wearily. He picked up his opened bottle of rum, and took a draught. With a heartfelt sigh, he put the rum down, stood up, and moved to Payton's side. Gently, he shook her shoulder. "Wake up luv, we're going to need dinner soon." He recieved a grumble for his efforts, so he shook her harder. "Wake up luv, come on."
She burrowed her head further into the blankets, ignoring him completely. With a sigh, he said down beside her, and shook her harder. "Wake up Payton." He heard a groan, and saw her eyes start to flicker open. "There ye are luv. We're needing dinner, if yer up to cookin"
She yawned. "Aye Captain, no problem." He stood up, and moved to sit back in his chair. She stood up and stretched out.
"Oh, and luv?"
Payton looked over at him, waiting.
"Ye said that ye knew how to sew."
"Aye Capt'n."
He picked up the bottle of rum, as if considering it. "If we had a needle and thread, d'you think you could repair the sails?"
"Probably, with enough thread." She turned to leave the cabin.
"I'll keep that in mind then luv."
Time passed quickly, neither Payton nor Jack bringing up the incident in the hold, almost agreeing not to talk about it without saying anything to each other. Payton kept herself busy with cleaning the galley and writing down everything which had been lost in the battle. Jack was kept busy with repairs to the Pearl, and other damage assessments. And now the Pearl was due to arrive in Tortuga in a few hours. Payton had come out on deck to talk to Jack about what she was missing, the most she had talked to him in the past two days. Neither had said that they were avoiding the other, but the entire crew was aware of the tension between the two of them. Anamaria was busy trying to coax Payton to tell her what happened in the hold, but Payton wasn't talking. As for Jack, trying to get information out of him was about as forthcoming as talking to Mr. Cotton.
"So, this is all we're missing from the galley then luv?" Payton felt a shiver go through her as their eyes connected. He was standing too close to her, she could feel a flush on her cheeks, and she looked away from him.
"Aye Captain. It's not too much, some pots and pans, a few other utensils, and some spices. Shouldn't be too hard to find, aye?"
He nodded in reply, aware of her reluctance to even look at him, not sure what to do about it. "Will you be coming with us into Tortuga?"
"Aye, there's some people I'd like to talk to."
"Well, make sure you get back here like the rest of the crew, or ye'll be left behind, savvy?"
She nodded, and Jack went back to the helm to steer the Black Pearl to a waiting dock.
There, all done! A lot longer than most of them, the longest one yet! I hope you enjoy it. Review please!
As a note, I'd like to point out that when I first tried to edit this, my firewall decided that I couldn't because it was classified as "Adult". -sighs- Talk about messed up security.