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Sea Change Chapter Twelve
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Foxy is a wondermous, splendiferous beta! *gold stars
out the ears* And sorry this took so long�
*sheepish*

Myrtle
barely waited for the door to swing shut behind Jack before she was scrambling
for clean clothes. Or at least *cleaner*
clothes than the ones she had been wearing the night before. _Blast him for being so thin! _ she thought angrily, though without venom, as she discarded
a pair of Jack�s trousers. Really, it was his only other pair and his best ones
at that but she did not care. _Drat and
blast! _ She
eyed her own discarded clothing with some disdain. She had never been a proper lady, not like
her deceased sisters. She had thought
nothing of getting her gowns dirty while grubbing about in the garden or
tucking her skirts up to go wading with the local lads, in search of fish and
frogs and interesting stones, but she could not get past wearing the same trews and lawn shirt for days on end and bathing in
brackish water. She felt as if she were
covered in a film that made her skin tight and her hair twist and turn in odd ways
on her head. Even using the coconut
water and the tiny bottle of oil Anna Maria had given her, she still looked and
felt like a bilge rat, she thought miserably.
Another splash sounded, this time accompanied by a violent rocking of
the ship and the united chorus of the men above shouting their blandishments
and curses at each other and the opposing artillery. Myrtle ground out a groan between clenched
teeth and dressed hastily in her previous night�s wear. _I
promise that I�ll never complain about those swishy dresses again, _ she swore
silently, throwing open the door and entering a very organized chaos.
�Watch it!�
a sailor shouted at her, narrowly missing running Myrtle over with a powder
keg.
She leapt
back, hitting her head on the low doorframe, hissing her pain. �Bloody Hell��
�Such
words,� Jack chided, his smiling face a blur as he
moved past, lively and giddy, almost like a child with sweets before
dinner. He plunged into the thick of movement,
disappearing in the sudden myriad of men, all shapes and sizes and apparently
ethnicities.
Myrtle had no idea that there were
so many people on board the ship; it seemed to her as if the bulk of them had
simply sprung from the boards like some sort of motley Greek myth, fully grown
and battling away. She edged along the
wooden surface behind her until she reached the short set of steps. Taking a deep breath, she swung around the banister
and hurried up them, moving to the bow of the ship where all the firing seemed
to be concentrated. �Jack!� she called,
spotting his hat and presumably him beneath it, moving between men. �Jack, wait!�
�He can�t be waitin�
on you, lass,� Gibbs� booming voice broke through the melee. �Get below and stay there!�
She could not see the first mate�s
face but she had a reasonable idea that it was thunderous. Myrtle turned, trying to see the door she had
come from and found herself surrounded by men, pressing close, shouting and throwing
and smelling of sweat and gunpowder and creosote and worse. The deck seemed alive, pure flesh and noise,
the wood of the ship gone beneath a mass of humanity. Myrtle felt her heart start to pound
erratically, panic rising in her throat.
The cannon blasts were rolling on top of each other, the other ship
firing so fast that there was no break in the sound, almost as if the ship were
thunder itself. �God, help me,� she murmured,
closing her eyes for just a moment, trying to gain equilibrium. A loud cry went up from the men and Myrtle
found herself pitching backwards, staggering as she tried to right herself. The cannon nearest her had been fired, the
men leaping back as the weapon recoiled, their sudden movement knocking into
Myrtle and sending her tumbling.
Jack could not keep the grin off
his face. �Hullo, Norrington,�
he murmured, his voice lost in the swell of noise around him. The Navy ship was clearly visible in his
spyglass. He could see the commander standing
at the bow of the ship, the well ordered choreography on the Navy ship�s deck
almost delicate and polite compared to the chaos going on around Jack. �So nice to see you again�� He snapped his spyglass shut and reeled
around to find Gibbs. �Tell the men not
to hit �em� just�� He made a fluttering gesture with his fingers. �Scare �em a bit.�
Gibbs raised his shaggy brows. �Scare �em, Cap�n
sir?�
�Aye. Scare �em.�
Jack smiled, his teeth glinting gold in the sunlight. Looking past Gibbs, he shouted. �Hard to starboard! We�re not entering the cove! HARD TO STARBOARD!�
�Cap�n!
That�ll make us easy pickins!� Gibbs protested. �Givin�
�em the whole side of the old gel for them cannons!�
�Aye, it would be�� Jack�s smile became edged and he turned to
look across the water at the Naval ship again. �The old girl knows her job, Gibbs. Get Myrtle below then come back here.�
Gibbs grunted his assent, shoving
his way through the men, many of them new since the last port of call. They were the ones being overzealous,
shouting and screaming at the Navy. The
old salts, those who knew Jack, those who had served for so long that the
feeling of solid land beneath their feet scared them a bit,
they were going about their tasks with minimal shouting and screaming. They were smiling, to be sure, and calling
encouragement to each other and Jack, but they weren�t acting like drunken
lords. �Myrtle!� he called as soon as
he saw her hunched form, caught in the middle of a knot of the new
sailors. �Get ye
self below deck!� He shoved another
clutch of men aside and took up Myrtle�s elbow.
�Come on, Lass. No time for yer faintin� spells here!� _Weak as water, _ he thought, not quite
believing the old phrase but using it anyway.
He had seen what water could do, after all. �Lass, move yer
feet!� Myrtle was seemingly stuck in place, her body dead weight. �Damn it all,� Gibbs exploded. He jerked Myrtle towards him, being none too
gentle, and slung her over his shoulder.
Myrtle snapped out of her stunned
state as Gibbs lifted her, his shoulder pressing into her belly. �Look,� she gasped. �To port!�
Gibbs groaned, his eyes going to
port to see what the girl was babbling on about, and he nearly dropped
her. He did stagger, Jack�s name torn
from his throat almost without his realizing it. A massive ship, twice the size of the Pearl if it was
an inch, loomed large on the horizon. It�s sails were scarlet red, like bright blood, and the hull
was deep ebony. �It�s bearing down on
us! Where the bloody Hell did she come from?�
�Hell,� Myrtle muttered. �It�s come from Hell��
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