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In this chapter I thought it would be interesting to have Lily and Samuel get to know each other a bit better - Enjoy :)
Chapter 12
"What are you doing here?" Lily hissed, her eyes flashing as she advanced towards Jack.
Jack swayed slightly. "Saving yer sorry ass." He replied bluntly. "Rum?"
Lily scoffed at the bottle he offered her and tossed her hair. "It's no good trying to redeem yourself now after that stunt you pulled at the tavern." She seethed. The pirate's face went blank as he tried to remember what particular stunt she was referring to.
"Oh come on Jack, don't play the fool. You were friends with the man who tried to take me to Barbossa! You obviously tipped him off about me!" She struggled to keep her voice low.
"Ah." Was Jack's unsatisfactory reply, then he knocked back about half of the rum in his full bottle in one gulp. Lily's eyes widened and she was momentarily distracted from her anger, then she snapped out of it and glared at him.
"Is that all you've got to say?" She asked imperiously.
Jack thought for a moment. "Yep."
"God give me patience." Lily pressed a hand to her aching head.
"Well, as yer clearly already set to believe I betrayed ye, and ye ain't exactly demonstrated a nature apt to admit when it's wrong, there'd be next to no point in me makin' the effort to string a sentence together and defend me good name." Jack explained, punctuating his rambling speech with occasional hand gestures.
Lily stared at him, trying to work out whether he was telling the truth.
"And what's more I don't really care." Jack added as an afterthought, dropping into a chair and putting his feet on the table, Lily noted this with disgust until she remembered they were on a pirate ship, not at a formal dinner.
"And if I believe you and say you did not after all sell me out?" She asked, pulling out a chair for herself and sitting down a lot more gracefully than Jack.
"Ye'd be right." Jack said with a shrug and went to take another swig of rum but Lily stopped him.
"Cheers." She said, opening the bottle Jack had offered her and presenting it to Jack.
"Cheers." Jack echoed with a grin. They clinked bottles and drank, Lily smiled as the rum warmed her and she put the bottle down on the table.
"We can't stay here." She said with a sigh.
Jack pointed a finger at her. "Correct."
"They'll find us." She continued, taking a moody sip of rum.
"Right again." Jack nodded and she glared at him.
"You're not helping." She snapped and he leaned back in his chair.
"Nope."
Lily's heart sank as she heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the room they were in and leaped up from her chair, looking around frantically for a place to hide but it was too late; Barbossa appeared in the doorway.
Jack quickly stood up and grabbed Lily's arm.
"I've – uh – got her! Got her, there you go." He said with an effort at sounding breezy as he pushed Lily towards the captain.
Lily twisted out of his grip in an outrage. "What happened to saving me?" She snapped as Barbossa caught her arm. The captains eyes narrowed and Jack opened and closed his mouth.
"It's you – you bloody honorable people, damn yer guts." He burst out. "Ye let yer blasted "morals" get in the way of common sense."
Samuel and two other pirates came into the room and took in the scene with annoying calm.
"Lock him in the brig." Barbossa ordered the two men with a dismissive gesture at Sparrow.
"'S yer second home, ain't it Jacky?" One of them said as they hauled him away.
"Take her back, and don't let her run off again." Barbossa told Samuel and started to go back upstairs, however Lily didn't let him get that far.
"I know that Davy Jones is my father." She said in a rush, watching to see his reaction.
He stopped dead in his tracks and then slowly turned.
"Do ye now? And what do ye make o' that little snippet o' information, I wonder?" He crooned.
"I want to know why it's so important." Lily said as bravely as she could. "I've never met him, so why does it matter?"
"I don't think yer in any position to be askin' questions Miss Turner." Was his only answer before he turned and climbed back up the stairs.
"Good going." Samuel congratulated her sarcastically, she glared at him.
"You know, I've seen all too much of you lately." She retorted.
"Fine, one of the other pirates can guard you. Easily arranged." He said with a smirk.
Lily thought of the way the other men watched and leered at her and then imagined sleeping in the same room as one of them and shuddered.
"No! I mean, no that won't be necessary." She said hastily and he laughed.
"Get going then." He said, jerking his head towards the stairs.
Lily tilted her chin and walked purposefully slowly towards them but a sharp smack to her bottom made her move faster.
"Ugh, arrogant – halfwit! Who does he – that bastard." She muttered under her breath, breathing heavily with annoyance and only goaded still more by the sound of his laughter behind her.
"If you're going to insult me at least do it so I can hear and laugh at your tame language." He jibed, steering her past a group of men and into the dreaded room/prison.
"I wouldn't be so uncouth." She said primly, taking the seat he had always sat in just to annoy him. He noted her petty action with a scoff and then went to lounge against the far wall, his eyes impassive and the hated smirk playing about his lips.
"Uncouth like me, I assume." He said.
"Well yes, clearly." Was her curt reply.
"Oh so you're saying that coming here and insulting me, mocking me and making out you're a cut above me in my own home isn't rude and "uncouth"?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"What? You kidnapped me! I hardly think the normal rules of etiquette still stand!" She snapped.
"Well if that's so then they don't stand for me either, therefore I can do whatever the hell I want." He argued, never losing that frustrating calm tone of voice that made Lily want to slap him.
"Oh very clever." She muttered sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
He didn't press the point any further but simply sat and regarded her, taking in exactly how angry he'd made her that time. By the looks of her pressed together lips, flashing eyes and folded arms, he thought with pride, she was quite angry.
"What was the point of running away, before? We're on a ship, you can't really go anywhere." He asked after a while.
"I don't know, because I was angry and upset? You might be able to control every single emotion and whim, not think about things that upset you, not regret anything, not run away when things get too much, but I can't. Sometimes you're just taken over by an emotion and you don't really think logically." She answered quite honestly, taking herself by surprise – she'd meant to make a cutting comment.
"I don't control every single emotion, I'm just better at it than you are." He said.
"What do you mean?" She snapped, annoyed that he would point out her inadequacy.
"I can read everything you feel on your face most of the time, and you do or say the first thing that comes into your head." He said calmly, still watching her.
She flushed and looked away. "I'd rather that than be cold." She countered, her heart only half in the argument. She was wondering if he really could read her as well as he claimed and, if so had he been able to see that she had kind of wanted to kiss him before, at the docks. She pushed the worrying thought aside.
"It's widely accepted that the upper classes are much more cold than us commoners." Samuel pointed out and Lily gave an exasperated sigh.
"Well then I suppose we are an example of two people who do not conform to stereotypes." She said regally.
"I guess so." He agreed with a nod. "However you are undeniably in the poor little rich girl category."
"You don't know anything about me." Lily said and he shrugged.
"Tell me then."
"Tell you what?" She asked suspiciously.
"About yourself." He prompted and she shifted uncomfortably.
"Well I don't know what to say." She answered warily, he laughed.
"Fine. Favorite color?" He asked, folding his arms.
"Purple." She said without thinking and he laughed.
"Figures." He chuckled. She stared at him in confusion for a while before remembering that purple is the color of sin and desire, she blushed and he laughed again.
"Favorite food?"
"Salmon."
"Opinion on politics?"
"Boring."
"Do you like being rich?"
"Sometimes."
She thought he'd go on to the next question but he paused.
"Elaborate." He instructed and she gave a little shrug.
"Sometimes it's nice – it's sweet and sour. I like the clothes and parties but I don't like the greed and selfishness that surrounds me, or the arrogance but clearly you get that in all walks of life." She said, looking at him pointedly. He snorted and resumed his interrogation.
"Best day of the week?"
"Saturday."
"Favorite pastime?"
Lily stopped herself from saying flirting with difficulty. "Um – walking."
"Liar." He said but didn't press the point.
"Ever been in love?"
"No."
"Are you a virgin?"
Lily clapped a hand over her mouth at his casual use of the word. "Samuel!"
"What?" He asked with a grin. "Well are you?"
"I – you can't ask me that." She said, flustered.
"Can. So you are then." He said matter-of-factly.
"Well – I don't think." She stuttered, very aware of the blush spreading over her cheeks. He looked at her knowingly and she swallowed. "Yes." She said quickly, looking away to hide her embarrassment.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Samuel teased.
"Stop." Lily snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Alright, alright." He said, holding his hands up. "Any pets?"
"No." Lily answered with a shudder.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes."
"Planning escape?"
"Yes."
"As we speak?"
"No."
"Am I attractive?"
"Yes."
Lily's eyes widened in horror as she realized what she'd said and she covered her mouth with her hand, her cheeks flushing burgundy. Samuel gave a crow of laughter at her discomfort and she shot him a mortified look of hatred.
"Oh get over yourself." She snapped.
"Bravo." He acknowledged. "Very cutting."
"I try. Now if you don't mind I would like to rest." Lily said with an attempt at sounding imperious.
"Go ahead." Samuel said and they spent the next hour in a tense silence only broken by the occasional chuckle from Samuel and the following stream of unintelligible insults from Lily.
