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Chapter 6: Changing
The two of them shared the remainder of the evening browsing around shops, chatting and seeing the many various places where Jack had spent his time. He showed her buildings where he and fellow and pirate captains exchanged jewels, maps and other rare objects of value.
"When I was just a young lad of sixteen, I came to the Bride and embarked on me first sea voyage to find the legendary Sword of Cortés." He told her as they walked together at a slow pace around the island. This piece of information sparked her interest,
"Really?" Katherine asked, enthralled. Jack smiled, "Aye."
Surveying her, his eyes became longing and heavy. Yes, she was absolutely beautiful; but in this short amount of time, she became more to him than just a pretty face. Katherine was truly something...
He then told her all about his sea journey for the Sword of Cortés with his first mate, Arabella Smith and how they had met Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III. Jack explained often he and Fitzwilliam fought, both verbally and physically. He continued on about his crew: Jean Magliore, Tumen and Jean's sister, Constance, who had been turned into a cat by Tia Dalma.
Katherine couldn't help but become submersed in his story. It seemed that everything he had to tell was simply fascinating; she wanted to know all of his tales. After telling her the tale of Hernán Cortés, Jack glimpsed at her.
"Ye know, love, you're the very first person I've told this whole story to."
"Am I really?" She enquired, tightening her hold on his arm subconsciously.
The small gesture hadn't gone unnoticed by Jack as he smirked, "That you are." He then thought for a moment, "We have been at sea for two days. Perhaps ye would like to spend the night at a inn here in town, eh?"
Smiling, Katherine nodded and the gentlemanly pirate led her to a proper little inn by the docks. As they arrived, Jack handed her a little bag of coins to pay for her to stay.
"Thank you, Jack." Her lips curled softly as her hazel hues bore into his dark browns, "Honestly."
A lopsided, golden smirk was present on his visage, "No problem at all. It was me pleasure."
They stood there for a while longer before she placed her hand on the door to the boarding house; turning her head back, brunette locks cascaded over her shoulder, "Goodnight, Jack. I'll return to the ship in the morning."
After she had disappeared into the building, he stood in the street in a reverie. A smile developed on his lips, "G'night, Katherine... Sweet dreams.."
He then headed back to the Faithful Bride in mirthful strides.
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It was now an early Tortugan morning. Peering through the small window from the room she had rented for the evening, she spotted the unconscious figures of several men sprawled across the dirty streets. For once, it seemed, everything was quiet. In only a few more hours or so, it would be high noon and most would awake from their drunken stupor or rise from the beds of prostitutes and repeat last night's occurrences.
Not too far off, where the waterfront was, she could spot the Pearl; mister Gibbs was being his usual worker-bee self and assembling the crew together as they began carrying various things onto the ship to replenish the supply in the hold.
Sliding the white shawl over her shoulders, she fixed the creases in her plum-toned dress, which made the crinoline underneath the fabric more pronounced.
Before leaving she glanced out the window once more. She witnessed Jack appearing from the farther off areas of shore, smiling proudly at his ship. To her slight surprise, a wench was trailing behind him, apparently speaking to him by the movement of her scarlet red lips.
The corners of her mouth were drawn. Choosing not to observe the woman for a moment longer, she left her little room and the pleasant inn and stepped out into the warmth of the sun.
Nearing the docks, Jack turned to greet Katherine after seeing her approach from the corner of his eye. The woman from earlier was still present, and she eyed the brunette woman like a bug who needed to be stepped on.
"Ah, love! You've awakened from your holy slumber! Excellent, now we can get underway." Jack Sparrow's lighthearted golden smile could be compared to the sun and she smiled too.
He then began to guide her to the gangplank; a warm tanned hand rested on the small of her back.
"Jack!" A snappy call was heard from the dock. Both the pirate and the noble lady turned to regard the prostitute.
He answered in an odd manner, "Wha?"
"Don't ya owe me a little somethin'?" She bit out, extending her hand impatiently. At this Katherine looked at Jack questioningly.
He noticed this and quickly raised his hands in defense, observing the soft-skinned woman beside him, "I didn't touch her, love. I swear. She must have me confused for some bloke who would bother to spend a night with her."
"Excuse me?" The woman cried angrily. Katherine bit her lip to prevent a laugh and she placed a hand on Jack's arm.
"If you won't pay the woman Jack, I will.." She said through a whisper. His chocolate eyes widened a fraction and he dug into the pocket in his jacket. Three shillings rested in his palm and he hastily gave them to the woman.
"Now, shoo!" He motioned her away with his hands and quickly returned to Katherine's side and smiled, "Solved that problem, aye?"
The Pearl was just about prepared to set sail, so she and Jack stepped onto the ship and took seats in his cabin, but not before Katherine said her good mornings to the merry mister Gibbs.
They sat in silence for a moment or so before she questioned, "Did you sleep with that woman, Jack?"
"O' course not, darling. That wench was drunk last night at the Bride and started hangin' onto me. By morning, she must've thought that we... Uh.. Well, you know.." He explained, rubbing the back of his head unconsciously.
She nodded, and they simply stared at one another in a dazed, trance-like state until Jack stood from the old chair and shed his long coat, throwing it onto the bed.
"Well, I must help the others with preparations, love." He said with a smile, "Tis me duty as Captain, aye?"
Katherine smiled as well, "It is, Captain Sparrow."
He then stepped out of his cabin with an elated look on his face as he began to give orders on deck and assist with various things.
She was changing him and in all honesty, he didn't mind at all.