Ahh. Too... Many... Summatives... *dies*
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Chapter 7: Moments

"Ow, ow, ow, ow... Bloody hell..." Jack muttered in pain, cupping his cheek in one hand. Glancing at his palm, he saw a small blotch of blood in the center. He groaned and placed his hand back to his face again.

Katherine's eyes lifted from the book in her hands while she sat in his cabin, "Something the matter, Jack?"

"Aye, I bloody well sliced me delicate cheek while fiddlin' with me dagger..." He whimpered with a frown. She shook her head disapprovingly, but smiling nonetheless.

"You shouldn't be so reckless.."

Sparrow's lip curled, "I'm a pirate, darlin'. Me entire life is the essence o' recklessness."

"True enough," She laughed lightly. Standing, Katherine placed a hand on his arm and said, "Go sit so I can clean your cut, alright?" Then left momentarily.

At this, Jack's eyes lit up and he hastily flopped down onto the seat near her empty one. He stared, waiting impatiently for her return. His boots tapped against the floorboards as a goofy grin appeared on his lips.

Eventually, Katherine emerged from the side cabin with rolls and strips of cloth, rum and a small bowl of water.

"What is it?" She asked him curiously as she placed the items on the dark round table.

He grinned cutely, "Oh, nothin' love. Simply waitin' for ye to begin."

Katherine smiled and folded a piece of cloth and dipped it into the cool water. She then dabbed softly on the long cut on his face. "It's deep, but with the right treatment then it shouldn't scar." The hazel-eyed beauty told him. He stared at her in a trance before coming to,

Clearing his throat a bit, "Aye, that's a good thing. Must keep me handsome face flawless, eh?" He said and she smiled then poured a bit of rum on a fresh cloth before tending his wound again.

He winced, and she apologized before continuing, more gently this time. "But I am curious how ye know so much about medicine, love." Jack gestured a thumb to the proper supplies on the table.

"My mother taught me a few things when I was a young girl." She removed the cloth to soak it once more and spotted Jack raising his hand to feel for the mark,

"Ah, ah, don't touch it. It'll get infected and take even longer to heal," Katherine gently chided him, taking his hand away from his face, but before she could pull away, Jack took a hold on her wrist then laced their fingers together.

No words were shared between the two of them as the dark haired man's lowly lidded eyes observed her.

She smiled slowly, "You know, Jack..." Katherine stated, "If you truly wished to, you could capture the heart of any woman you wished."

"You're tellin' me things I already know, love." He said with a cheeky look as the brunette across from him laughed.

"I suppose so," Her eyes sparkled.

They stared at one another with in heavy gazes before a loud, abrupt knock came from the door to Jack's cabin, jolting their thoughts and hands away from each other as Gibbs entered.

"Ah, Captain. Yer all patched up?" He asked as Jack leapt from the chair and grabbed his hat.

Swaggering towards the man, Jack said, "Yep! I'll take the helm now, Gibbs."

"Aye Cap'n."

Before leaving, the pirate lord sent a quick wink to her and to which she smiled.

Gibbs merely stared confused at what had just occurred, but followed his captain on deck, "Jack?"

Jack turned his head to regard him before climbing up the steps to the helm, "Aye, what is it Gibbs?"

They were silent like the calm after a storm as they stood by the grand wheel. Noticing that the captain seemed impatient, Gibbs glanced around them for fellow crewmen who might be listening before he leaned toward Jack, "What be the situation with ye and miss Katherine?"

"What?" Jack questioned incredulously.

The first mate chuckled somewhat, "Oh come off it. Yer smitten with the lass."

Scowling, Sparrow looked away from him and eyed the sea. He placed a hand on one of the spokes and his voice seemed to waver as he attempted to speak in a solid tone, "..I am not."

"Ye are. I see it, lad."

Jack growled and peered at Gibbs, "Bloody hell, man. I am not!" He said as an after thought, "How could I be?"

An air of curiosity gusted over the older man's face and Jack rolled his dark brown eyes and provided, "Miss Katherine is a noble, mate.. She probably has got all sorts o' friends in high places who are members of society and whatnot."

He hesitated, "But..."

"But?" Gibbs enquired.

"She's got a heart of gold, and she's divinely gorgeous from head to toe." Jack said lethargically, "Different, Gibbs. Not like most aristocrats.."

Chuckling loudly at this, the first mate was correct the entire time. Gibbs knew the man far too well.

Jack sneered at him, "Damn you."

"Aye, well... She be the daughter o' General Robert White in the British army. I wouldn't doubt her havin' a few strung up allies."

"What did ye say?" Jack belted out before he felt his jaw become slack. General? British army?No... No, no.

The crew stopped and gaped at the possibly deranged captain of the Black Pearl before Gibbs promptly ordered them back to their work.

Sighing tiredly, Gibbs eyed the man, "Ye heard me right, Jack."

Jack's lips were drawn into a firm line as he ignored his first mate. Why hadn't she told him this earlier? Or... Perhaps he should've known by now?

"Would ye like me to take the helm, captain?" Gibbs enquired, concerned for the mental state of his close friend and comrade.

"No, I'll be fine." Jack spoke, still somewhat unsettled, "Ye could get me a bottle o' rum though"

Rolling his eyes, Gibbs descended down the steps, leaving to the hold.

Sparrow murmured, to the late evening air, "We'll talk later, darling."

.

After a delicious dinner, which Katherine had offered to make for the crew, both Jack and herself sat in his cabin.

The atmosphere was heavy with tension. He pouted a bit, "So, yer father was a General in the British army, aye?"

"How did you find out?" Katherine was a little intrigued, not that she minded.

He folded his arms over his broad chest, "Doesn't matter... why didn't ye tell me, Katty?"

"Katty?" Her cheeks grew warm and flushed, as if she were standing directly in the Caribbean sun. She began to fuss with the sleeves of her nightgown timidly.

"Aye... It suits you.." Jack smiled as if in a daze, but shook his head and remembered the task at hand, "Well?"

Katherine sighed and looked at him through her long and full lashes, "I don't know, Jack... you never really asked."

He scowled a bit before his face returned to normal.

"Ye know... I feel like I don't know enough about ye, love." Jack stood and whisked her up from the old chair and into his arms, cradled against his chest.

Her mouth was agape as he held her. The young woman glanced at the wood planks bellow her and whimpered, holding onto the fabric of his loose shirt, "Please don't drop me, Jack..."

Jack smirked, pleased to have her held so closely to him. He slackened his arms, pretending to let her fall. Katherine yelped, burying her face into his neck.

Laughing loudly, he then took a seat on his bed with her seated in his lap,

"Now," Sparrow began, smiling, "tell me more about ye,"

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