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The Captain's Cabin Boy	By : Linalove1988 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 9866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Chapter 11

Josette woke up with a sore neck and a pounding head the next morning. Once she was fully awake she slowly walked out of the hold and made her way towards the galley.
When she entered only Cotton was inside, helping himself to some fruit. She smiled at him and he returned it before she sat down in a chair and reached for an apple. She twirled in her hands before she took a small bite. They ate in companionable silence until she excused herself and headed for the Captain’s quarters. She needed to change her wet breeches. Sleeping in the hold wasn’t the driest place upon the ship and Josette had realized it the hard way.
As she made her way up the stairs her thoughts wandered to the previous night. She frowned when she remembered Greg’s sneering face but what bothered her the most was the look in Jack’s eyes when he had scolded her. It was one of the few times that she had seen him so angry and it made her uncomfortable to know that the reason for his anger was her. The last thing she had wanted was to upset him.
Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and headed towards the cabin, hoping that he was alone. It was after all after nine in the morning. Most men weren’t back from the island though and the deck was eerily quiet.
As she got closer to Jack’s quarters she noticed that the door was ajar. She let out a sigh of relief since that meant that he was either alone or gone. Tentatively she pushed the door open and peered inside. Bottles and clothes were discarded on the cabin floor and the room smelled of rum, spices and something else that she couldn’t decipher. Her eyes moved around the room as she stepped inside and landed on the bed. The sheets were un-tucked from the mattress and lay in a disheveled mess around her Captain’s naked hips. He was rolled onto his stomach with his hands under the pillow, obviously still asleep. She inhaled sharply and looked away from his tanned skin before she leaned down and started picking up bottles and her Captain’s clothes. She had just picked up his shirt when she saw a woman’s corset lying down on the floor. She paused and frowned.
What…?
“You must be the cabin boy, si?” a woman’s voice whispered and Josette almost jumped in surprise. She quickly turned around and came face to face with a dark haired beauty dressed only in a robe. She blinked rapidly and tightened her hands around the clothes almost possessively before she nodded.
“Yes. I am sorry, I didn’t know.” She said as she quickly placed the clothes in a chair and turned to leave.
“I was actually wondering if I could have a tray of fruit and perhaps…milk?” the woman asked as she looked at Josette up and down with scrutinizing gray eyes.
Josette quickly nodded.
“Of course.” She mumbled and tried to walk away but the woman spoke again.
“I would also like a bath…So, water?” she said and Josette pursed her lips before she turned. She looked at the woman and opened her mouth to speak, suddenly a little irritated. She wasn’t his lover’s maid!
“Carmen.” Jack’s voice intoned gruffly and Carmen pursed her lips before she turned to look at the currently awake man.
“Si?”
“Leave the boy alone. You can have your bath in your house.” Jack said as he sat up and tugged the sheets up his waist.
“But you said-…”
“Carmen.” His tone didn’t leave room for arguing as he looked up at the woman with dark eyes.
Josette found the opportunity to slowly step back towards the door but she didn’t make it far.
“Josh.”
Stifling a sigh, she turned obediently towards him.
“Hand me my breeches, aye?” he pointed to his clothes while the Carmen plopped down next to him on the bed and pecked his arm.
Josette resisted the urge to grimace and quickly handed him his clothes. Jack took them from her hands and nodded at her.
“You may go. Bring no tray.” He said to her as he shot a look towards Carmen who pouted at him.
Josette nodded more eagerly than ever and quickly left the cabin. She shut the door behind her, no longer caring about her soiled breeches.

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Josette was staring off into space and John, who was sitting next to her in the galley, looked around nervously before he elbowed her gently to get her attention.
“Hey.” He murmured and Josette blinked out of her reverie before she turned to look at him.
“You alright?” he asked her quietly, trying not to attract the other men’s attention.
“I’m fine.” She said and almost winced when the cook placed a plate of dried meat in front of her with a loud clank. She looked at it before she brought it closer.
“How is work?” John asked as he handed her a slice of bread.
“Fine.” She replied monotonously and John took a bite of his bread before he smirked.
“I heard you barged in the cabin and met the Captain’s wench, well…one of them.” He said and Josette frowned.
“Who told you that?” she asked with slight irritation as she pushed the meat around in her plate.
“David.” He replied but then his expression turned serious, “That must have been uncomfortable with you-…”
“Shh.” She hushed him and he shut his mouth, “Yes, it was …odd.” She agreed and then shrugged.
John nodded and turned to his food for a while until Josette spoke up.
“What do you think happened to Greg?” she asked quietly and he shrugged.
“Probably joined another crew or stayed here…Who knows?” he replied with a mouthful of meat.
Josette grimaced at the image he made and he paused.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She muttered as she too took a bite of the meat but found it stale and tasteless.
“Evening, gents.” Jack’s voice made her look up. He looked refreshed and nothing like the decadent man she had found sleeping in his cabin a few hours before. He nodded at the men and then walked towards the cook who quickly handed him a plate of steaming stew. Jack perused the room for an empty seat. Unfortunately for Josette the only one available was the one next to her.
As he slowly made his way over she tensed but tried not to show it by taking another bite of the meat.
Jack sat down next to her and nodded at John, “Hey, mate.”
“Captain.” John acknowledged before he turned to his food.
“Josh.” Jack murmured and Josette shot him a sideways glance.
“Captain.” She greeted before she pushed the plate away from her and reached for her mug of water.
“No rum?” Jack asked with a small smirk and Josette paused with the mug halfway to her mouth.
She simply shook her head and took a small sip. She put the mug down and slowly pushed her chair back.
John looked at her but didn’t comment on the fact that she had barely eaten. He simply nodded his head at her and returned to his food.
“You’re done?” Jack asked with a small frown just after he had dipped his spoon in the stew. He seemed surprised that she was done so quickly.
“I have work.” Josette replied with a tight smile before she walked out of the galley. Sitting next to him made her feel funny. And not only in a good way.
She slowly made her way towards the cabin and picked up every dirty piece of clothing he owned after changing the sheets and making the bed. Once she had collected the dirty laundry she headed towards the deck and placed them in the small tub Cotton had helped haul up earlier. She placed the white clothes in the water and added some soap before she let them soak. She scrubbed at the clothes with a determined expression and as she worked she didn’t notice John approach her.
“Mind doing my clothes too?” he asked and Josette turned up to look at him with a scowl.
“Only if the Captain orders me to.” She replied and John frowned.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly as he leaned down towards her.
“I’m fine.” She muttered as she looked up and spotted Jack watching them with a small frown. When had he come up there?
“You want some help?” John asked and she shook her head.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“For God’s sake, I am fine!” she almost growled and John’s eyes widened while Jack’s eyebrows almost disappeared under his bandana.
Josette clumped her mouth shut and managed a smile, “Sorry. I am fine really.” she said to John who nodded albeit a bit dubiously.
“I’ll see you later then.” John murmured quietly as he walked away.
Josette turned to the task at hand and once she had rinsed all the clothes she stood up and tried to empty the water in the sea. Tried but didn’t succeed.
“Hang on.” Jack’s voice called and the telltale sound of his boots approaching made her pause.
She turned slightly towards him and she tried to hide her surprise when he helped her empty the soapy water.
“Thank you, sir.” She said quietly and Jack nodded.
“After you’re done take a break, aye? Good lord, lad, but you take everything I say down to a tee.” He exclaimed as he looked at her.
“Sorry.” Josette said, “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” she asked with confusion.
“Bloody hell, yes. But…” he trailed off before he raised his hands and sighed, “Just slow it down.” He told her and with a last look at his freshly washed clothes, he walked away towards his cabin.

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Days later…

“Captain!” Gibbs exclaimed as he barged in the cabin with wide eyes, his spyglass in hand.
Jack looked up from the map he had been studying and gazed at him, “Aye?”
“Someone’s trailing us! Since we finished with the raid, someone’s been after us.” Gibbs said breathlessly and Josette who had been putting the jewels and gold away in a chest looked up worriedly.
Jack quickly stood up and grabbed his spyglass before he rushed out of the cabin. Josette let the pouches down and followed them as they climbed up the stairs to the helm.
“Colors?” Jack asked as he looked through the spyglass.
“The Navy, I think, sir.” David answered quietly and Jack hissed.
“Bugger.” His eyes went up to their own colors and he grimaced.
“Orders, sir?” Gibbs asked impatiently.
“Full speed, Gibbs. If they don’t bother us then we won’t provoke them.” Jack answered as he handed the spyglass over to David.
“Aye, sir.” Gibbs nodded as he turned to bark orders to the men.
“Josh, come with me.” Jack said and Josette followed him back to the cabin.
Jack went straight for his desk and opened a drawer, “Come here.” He beckoned her closer and she went to him.
“Sir?”
“You’re the only one not armed upon the ship.” he told her as he reached over and took her hand in his. He turned her hand over, palm up and thrust something cold in it.
“Take this and use it when you see fit.” He told her and she looked down. It was the silver dagger.
“But…I don’t know anything about daggers.” She said with wide eyes.
“When it’s time, instinct will take over. Don’t show it much.” He advised her as he patted her back.
“You think they will attack?” she asked as she cleared her throat and put the knife in her boot, concealing it.
“I don’t know, lad. It depends on what they want but I fear I know what they desire most.” He paused and then grinned, “Me, dead.” He said and Josette almost gasped.
“And that’s amusing, sir?” she asked and he chuckled.
“My dear lad, don’t you know who I am?” he asked as he opened his arms and smirked at her, “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.” He finished and she frowned.
“That’s reassuring…sir.” She added when he glared at her.
“Just stay out of trouble. I mean it, Josh.” He told her before he walked out of the cabin, shutting the door behind him.

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Josette didn’t understand how everything happened so quickly. One moment everything was calm and then all of a sudden they were being attacked. Gunshots and yelling were creating a chaotic cacophony of sounds just outside the door and she didn’t think it twice before she left the safety of the cabin and stepped outside.
The deck was a mess of blood and smoke and as soon as she was among the fighting men she noticed John and Gibbs jumping onto a man who had his pistol raised towards them. Her eyes widened when they sent him overboard and turned to pull another redcoat off of Dave who had a black eye and bruised lip.
Once the man was off of him he collapsed onto the deck and Josette found herself running towards him. She kneeled down next to him and touched his cheek.
“Are you alright?” she asked him and he looked up at her.
“Fine. Are there many left?” he asked hoarsely as he tried to raise himself up.
Josette perused the deck and shook her head.
“Do you see the Captain?” he asked and her eyes widened.
Her head turned around towards the mast and there he was with his sword raised towards a redcoat’s neck.
“Yes. By the mast.” She told Dave and he reached out his hand towards her. She grasped it and pulled him up. Once he was steady on his feet, she turned her attention back to Jack just in time to see him receiving a loud punch from the other man. She watched with wide eyes as Jack fell back and collided with a deck with a loud thud. His sword clattered on the deck, just a few inches away from him and she saw him rolling onto his stomach with determination after delivering a strong kick to the man’s legs, causing him to fall down with a cry. Just as his hand closed around his sword he rose to his feet and he let his foot connect roughly with the man’s cheek that was still lying on his back on the deck.
Josette smiled slightly at that but the smile was soon wiped off her face when she noticed another man behind Jack. He was loading up his rifle with a snarl; his eyes trained on Jack who had his back to him.
“Dave!” she exclaimed as she turned towards him but he wasn’t next to her. He was trying to help Gibbs up to his feet.
Her gaze turned towards Jack again who still hadn’t noticed the man behind him. Her feet moved before her brain had time to process the movement but as she saw the redcoat pointing his now loaded gun towards Jack, panic welled up inside her. Before she knew it she was just a few away from him and just as the man fired the gun, she thrust her body forward and let it impact Jack’s unsuspecting one. Jack, not expecting the force, lost his balance and fell onto his side on the deck with his sword under him and with a shaking Josette on top of him. Her loud gasp of pain made him swivel his head up towards her. She closed her eyes as she felt a sharp pain on her temple and raised her hand up to touch her head.
“Bugger.” She heard Jack hiss and she felt him moving onto his back underneath her. His hand joined hers on her temple but before they had time to move or speak two more loud shots echoed around them.
John had shot the man behind them and Gibbs’ bullet found the one still on the ground.
“Move it!” Gibbs’ voice rang in the air as he pushed another redcoat off the ship, “get us out of here now!” he barked and the men despite their tired condition sprang into action. Once they had the Pearl moving away from the other ship which had lost most of its men, Josette rolled over and away from Jack who grunted as her weight was lifted off of him.
She pulled her hand away from her temple and she felt herself swaying at the sight of her blood.
“Oh…” she whispered and Jack quickly scrambled to his feet in order to go to her. He kneeled next to her and pulled her hand away.
“Let me see, lad.” He murmured as his eyes gazed at her intently albeit a bit oddly.
“It’s just a scratch. The bullet passed a breath away from your head so it got your skin instead. It’s not too deep.” He told her as he reached up and untied his bandana. He pressed it against the wound and then looked around.
“Full canvas!” he yelled and Gibbs repeated his order as Jack grasped Josette’s arm and helped her up.
“Alright, Josh?” he said and she nodded while holding the red material of his bandana against her skin.
“Captain!” John called as he walked towards them, “Is Jos-…I mean is Josh alright?” he corrected himself in time and Josette breathed a sigh of relief.
“Aye. I’m going to clean us up.” Jack said as he slowly let go of Josette’s hand and started walking towards the cabin.
Josette followed after him in silence, shocked at what she had just done. She’d never thought it possible to get in front of a gun for anyone before. But she had done it, hadn’t she?
Jack shut the door to his cabin and grabbed a cloth from the chest. He soaked it in water and brought it up to his nose which was bleeding.
“Little bugger.” He muttered before he beckoned her closer, “Come. Sit.” He pulled out his chair before he rummaged around for another rag. He located one and soaked it in water too before he brought it over.
“I can do it.” Josette said quietly as she pulled away the bandana and took the soaked rag from his bloodied hand.
She pressed it against her temple and sighed.
Jack wiped at his nose again before he propped his hip up against the desk, “That was brave, lad. Thank you.” He said softly and Josette hesitated, temporarily stunned by his words. Jack Sparrow was showing gratitude?
“You’re welcome, sir.” She replied quietly as he reached for a full rum bottle.
“Just for that you deserve a week’s leave from your chores.” He smirked and she blinked.
“Do I?”
“Aye. Here.” He slapped her hand away and without hesitation he poured the rum over the gush on her temple.
Josette tensed but didn’t dare to let out any sounds like she had done the last time. He dabbed at the incision with the water-soaked cloth before he pulled back.
“Clean it often and I think you’ll be just fine.” He told her as he pulled back and wiped at his bloodied hand with the used rag.
A knock on the door made both of them turn. Gibbs walked in and smiled.
“All bodies have been taken cared of.” The First Mate announced and Jack nodded.
“Anybody following us?” he asked as Josette stood up from his chair and stepped back. Jack smirked at that but didn’t comment on it.
“No. All’s clear.” Gibbs replied, “You alright, lad?” he turned to Josette who nodded.
“Master Gibbs…” Jack started as he removed his coat and turned to face the older man.
“Aye, sir.”
“I think this calls for a celebration, aye?” he grinned and Gibbs nodded.
“Aye, it does. Tonight?”
Jack nodded before he plopped down in his chair, “Tonight.”
Gibbs smirked and then exited the cabin with excitement.
Once the door was shut, Jack looked at Josette, “I take it you’ve never been drunk before, aye?” he asked with dancing eyes and Josette gulped.
“Eh…no?” she sputtered and Jack laughed.
“Well, my little personal savior, tonight will be the first time you will be.” He said as he raised his feet up and propped them on top of his desk.
Good God.

End of chapter 11

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