Yikes sorry for the major short chapters at the mo! I know this fic isn't meant to be long ones but I just cant seem to add anymore in at the mo! I think R and S are longer though (heck, I know they are!) Thank you very much to all reviewers! xx
Q is for… Question
Late that evening, Gibbs joined Jack at the helm. Angelica had already turned in for the night, as had the rest of the crew. The pair nodded at each other in silent acknowledgement and no word was spoken for a few minutes. When at last a voice broke the silence, it was Jack who spoke.
"Have you noticed Angelica seemed… troubled, today?" he asked his first mate. Gibbs, who knew what and why Angelica seemed this way, frowned.
"A bit, aye. Have you any idea what could be botherin' her?" He asked, not letting on that he knew. Jack shook his head.
"I had hoped you would." He sighed. "It felt like she was distant ever since she came up to thank me earlier." Gibbs' frown deepened. He had advised Angelica to give Jack no reason to doubt how she felt, and yet she had done the opposite. "Do you think it could be something I said?" Jack continued.
Gibbs was silent for a moment, studying Jack. His eyes showed that he was concerned about Angelica, and also upset about the fact that he could be losing her. Gibbs knew that Angelica meant a lot to his Captain, maybe even more than the Pearl meant to him. But as he had said to Angelica, there was the element of fear. Few knew that Jack was capable of such an emotion, Gibbs being one of the few that did. Right now, the fear was that, despite her words, Angelica would run as soon as Jack told her how he felt or that she would eventually drift away from him. How could Gibbs make him realise that the lass felt as strongly for Jack as Jack did for the lass? He sighed.
"Or maybe it's something you haven't said." He said pointedly, looking his Captain in the eyes. Jack looked away and sighed. Deep down, he knew that Gibbs was probably right. But he had never been in a proper relationship before. Flings, yes. They were easy. All he had to do was go to Tortuga, or somewhere similar, find a brothel or some willing woman on the streets to woo, have his fun and leave the next morning before she awoke. This was real, and it meant something to him. He was not leaving Angelica, and he hoped more than anything that she was not leaving him. He had sworn he would never utter the three words that were so simple yet meant so much, but right now it seemed that he was at risk of losing her if he didn't.