Sorry it's kind of short. This chapter's kind of just a cute moment between Emily and Killian. Enjoy! :)
The Captains wounds healed up nicely, and he was back to his normal tasks; a bit more gently of course. Everything was back to normal. The crew was a bit happier than usual singing old sailor songs while doing their daily tasks. I guess their captain's survival gave them a bit of pip in their step. As for the Captain and me, we don't seem to be butting heads as much. I actually catch myself flirting back at him. I'm feeling things I know I'm not supposed to be feeling for a pirate. I mean he's the bad guy… isn't he? I know how I feel when I begin to like someone. Was it wrong that I might be starting to feel for him? His ice blue eyes make my skin shiver. His devilish smile drove me mad every time I saw it. His sarcasm, which annoys the hell out of me, but also made me want to fight back, which made me feel stronger about myself. I don't know what to think.
It had been a long, hot day for the crew, so the captain had Tituba, and I serve him and his crew as much rum as they wanted for dinner. It was fun listening to them sing, watching them play card games, and arm wrestle. Tituba and I were constantly refilling tankards. I was refilling quarter master's cup, and I feel Tituba bump my hip; I glance at her and she nods to the direction behind me. I look over my shoulder to see Jones, eyes piercing me as always. I hate how my heart can't help but race when we look at each other. I feel my cheeks burn, and quickly turn back to Tituba and hit her stomach playfully. I give her the Shut it looks. I continue my way around; I'm soon over at his table, avoiding eye contact.
"Ms. Emily!" I hear Gibbs say. "Would you like something to drink?" he asks.
"Yes, lass! I'm sure we've got some light rum around here somewhere." Jones adds. To be honest, I was a bit insulted. Just because I was a woman, he thinks all I could handle is light rum. I'll show him. I put my tray down on the table.
"Oh, you think just because I am a woman, all I can handle is your little sissy drinks." I cock an eyebrow at him. He laughs.
"Ah, I never said that sweetheart." He smirks at me.
"Not in so many words." I say and reach across the table with the pitcher of dark rum. Dark rum was for practically made for hard core drinkers. I wasn't but I could drink that stuff like water. I was a barmaid after all. Sooner or later the gents would challenge you. I then grab Jones, empty tankard, and fill it up. I then gulped it down in nothing flat. The crew laughed, and Jones looked impressed. I smile proudly.
"Mr. Gibbs, have you ever seen a woman do that?"
"Not that I can recall. That's quite impressive."
"Quite, but I don't think she could handle a pirate drinking game."The crew laughs at this. I lean towards him.
"You wanna bet?"
After a series of unfortunate events, I was being carried to the main deck hoisted over the captain's shoulder. Tossed like a bag of potatoes.
"Jones! Put me down!" I shout, but he just laughed at me. "I'm not done yet!"
"Yes you are. You need to get some sleep." I struggled, but stopped when Gibbs came on deck to see where we'd gone to.
"You done already?" he asks.
"This one is, she'll have to join us another time."
"Don't listen to him Gibbs, he's booooring. " I tease over his shoulder. Gibbs laughed and walked back inside.
"Jones, if you don't put me down ill vomit all over your deck." He sighed with annoyance, and put me down. I lost my balance, but he saved me with a firm grip. I shook my head and regained sense. When I did I ran over to the long netting that the crew climbed to get to the top of the mast. I did a big leap, and gripped the netting. Jones just watched me amused, as I hung there a foot above the deck, swaying back and forth. Jones walked over to me.
"Come on, lass." He said gesturing.
"No." I stubbornly gave my leg a kick.
"Love what's the point in having a maid, if she'll be too hung over in the morning to even work?" he questions.
"I'm a better drinker then you thinnnk." I say like a mocking child. He still just looked amused. I stick out my bottom lip, and look at him. He gives an amused smile.
"What?"
"My arms are getting tired."I sigh. "Will you carry me like a lady, please?" he rolls his eyes at me, and places his arms beneath me.
"Drop." He says.
"Wee!" I squeal as I drop into his arms. I felt like I could fall asleep as soon as I let go of the netting. His arms held me tight and I curled up, resting my head on his chest. I felt his grip tighten around me, feeling safe; I slowly let my drunk self drift asleep in the captain's arms.