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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 12

John laughed out loud as he put his last card down and looked at Dave smugly.
“Told you I’d win.” He said as he smirked and then proceeded to pull the coins towards him with his hand.
“You don’t play often but when you do we should fear you.” Dave muttered as he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.
It was one of the few times that Josette had seen him act so petulantly.
“Ah, come on, don’t pout, mate.” John laughed and Josette chuckled when Dave scowled and stood up. He took his bottle of rum and then walked away while cursing quietly to himself.
“Some people can’t handle it when they lose.” John said as he gathered the cards and placed them on the barrel they had turned into a table.
Gibbs walked by with Cotton on his heel and clapped Josette on the back. She startled and her mug of rum almost fell from her hands but she smiled up at him nonetheless.
“Mind if we play?” Gibbs asked while rubbing his hands together eagerly. Cotton next to him rolled his eyes and Josette laughed at the old man’s expression.
“But-…”
“Come on, John! The Cap’n has been hogging the rum and the other deck of cards for hours now.” Gibbs pointed towards the other side of the deck where Jack was sitting with Pete. He had his coat off and he wore only his shirt, breeches and hat. What surprised her was that Pete wasn’t looking at his cards; he was looking at something over Jack’s shoulder. Josette turned her head to see what was so interesting and paused. Jack was too busy staring at his cards to notice the other crewman behind him. The other man, whose name was Marcus, was looking at Jack’s cards while mouthing constantly to Pete. Josette’s eyes widened and she laughed out loud again; breaking Jack’s concentration and making everybody look at her with raised eyebrows.
Quickly she shut her mouth and raised her mug up, “Sorry.” She said as she took a small sip from her rum.
Jack narrowed his eyes at her and shifted upon his seat. Josette inclined her head a little and he frowned. She motioned her head towards his back and after a moment’s confusion he turned and saw Marcus staring at his cards.
“Oi!” he exclaimed as he pressed his cards to his chest and swatted Marcus with his hat for his treachery.
Marcus jumped in surprise and grinned sheepishly before he stepped back.
“Before you leave, pick up my hat.” Jack told him with a glare and Marcus quickly leaned down and picked up the hat.
“Give it to Josh.” He waved his hand towards Josette and then beckoned her over.
Josette took the hat and stood up from her place on the deck.
“I didn’t put him to do it!” Pete defended himself and Jack scowled.
“You’re a bad liar, Pete. Game’s over and since you won with the help of your colleague, I cancel your victory. Ha!” Jack laughed as he reached over and snatched the gold coins from Pete.
“But-…”
“Shut it, treacherous maggot.” Jack snapped but everyone could tell that he was amused and not furious.
Pete sighed and put his cards down, “Fine.” He muttered and Josette came to stand next to them.
“Oi, John!” Jack called as he looked towards him, “Where’s that bloody guitar you’ve been so smug about?” he smirked and John tensed.
“I don’t play in public.” He murmured and Josette frowned.
Why not?
“We do though. Aye, Dave?” Jack grinned and Dave nodded.
“Fine.” John muttered before he walked away.
“Now shoo.” Jack waved Pete away and turned to Josette, “Sit.” He smirked and she paused.
“I don’t play.” She shook her head as she placed his hat on his lap and then stepped back.
“You do if I say you do.” He said and Josette sighed. She took Pete’s seat and placed her mug in front of her.
“How long have you been drinking that?” he asked with mirth in his dark eyes and she scowled.
“I don’t like rum, sir.”
“Yes, well, we’re a bit short on the wine for now, your highness.” He chuckled and she frowned, “So, drink up.” He said as he started mixing the cards.
Josette took a small sip but lingered, trying to give the impression that she was actually drinking when she was actually not. It was actually her second mug but she knew that if she drank more, she’d be in trouble. Who knew what kind of things she’d say or reveal if she got inebriated?
“Cut.” He told her and she did so.
“I can’t play.”
“Don’t care.” He shrugged as he picked up the deck of cards and started distributing the cards.
“I’ll lose.” She pointed out and he chuckled.
“Good for me then, aye?” he smirked as he waved his hand at her, motioning her to start.

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“You’re really pitiful, lad.” Jack said as he gathered up the cards and pouted, actually pouted at her, “I’ve been winning all night!” he exclaimed with a slight slur and Josette almost sighed.
“Perhaps if you allowed me to leave and play with someone else, you wouldn’t win.” She said with annoyance and he squinted before he reached over and grabbed the bottle that was on the barrel.
He took a sip from it and then reached over to fill up her mug. Josette startled and pulled her mug away before he had the chance to fill it to the brim and he frowned.
“You made me spill it.” He stated and he looked at the spilled drops of rum with such desperation and longing that she thought that he would actually lean down and lap it all up just so it wouldn’t go to waste.
Thankfully, he didn’t. He settled for drinking from the bottle again while looking around him.
Josette watched with rising amusement- and dangerous fondness- as he shook his head with the music while tapping his foot rhythmically upon the deck. She cocked her head to the sight as she gazed at him and noticed the slight stubble on his cheek. It was obvious that it had been a while since his last shave.
“You need to shave, Captain.” She said to him before she could censor her words and her eyes widened when he turned to look at her with liquid eyes.
“Shave?” he asked as he absently touched his cheek.
“Eh…” Josette sputtered for a response but she was saved by John who came over and pulled her out of her seat. Josette’s eyes widened and thankfully she caught herself before she fell. She watched as John smirked at her and then handed Jack his guitar. It was obvious that he was too drunk since he hadn’t given his guitar to anyone all evening.
Josette’s eyes were momentarily drawn to Jack’s fingers as he touched the strings but she decided to walk away before John had a chance to start muttering things about her being a girl and before she had the chance to be further enticed by her unconventional Captain.

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“Josh!” she turned and looked at Gibbs who waved her over. Sighing she moved away from the stern and towards him.
“What is it?” she asked and Gibbs smiled sympathetically.
“Sorry, lad. I think I just interrupted some serious thoughts, eh?” he told her and she smiled.
“That’s okay.”
“The Captain’s been asking for you. Something about a bet with himself he said.” Gibbs said to her and she grimaced.
“Oh…”
“Care to tell me what that’s about?”
“Um…he wanted to get me drunk.” She sheepishly and his eyes widened.
“Good lord…What for?” Gibbs’ eyes were narrowed in suspicion which in turn made her suspicious.
“Because I told him that I’ve never been drunk?” she offered and he frowned.
“Ah, that. Well, come on then.” He told her and together they walked for the bow.
As soon as they were in sight Jack clapped his hands and waved them over, “Oi, lad! Come, come.” He beckoned her over and Gibbs rolled his eyes.
They walked towards him as he stood, leaning against the mast with a bottle in his hand.
Of course. Josette thought as she came to stand in front of him.
The celebration had died down and only a few, already slumbering men were there, snoring away.
“Come here.” He slurred as he grabbed her coat sleeve and pulled her closer. Josette’s eyes widened as his face came impossibly close to hers but she remained silent.
“Open.” He motioned to her mouth and she frowned.
“What?”
“Ah, you’re not drunk yet!” he exclaimed with a scowl as her breath reached his nostrils and then raised a finger up to her face.
“That’s unacceptable.” He stated with narrowed eyes and she sighed.
“Sir, I think it’s time for you to go to bed.” She told him as she stepped back and grabbed his hand.
With Gibbs’ help they hauled him over to the cabin, ignoring his protests and threats that he’d have them scrub the deck for a year.
They put him in his chair and he fell into it with a groan before he raised his bottle to his mouth and took a sip. His hat fell from his head as he sat down and it slid to the cabin floor with a soft thud.
“I’ll leave you to it, lad. Think you can handle him?” Gibbs asked quietly and nodded.
“Aye, sir. Goodnight.”
“Night, lad.”
Gibbs shut the door behind him and Josette turned to Jack who had started humming quietly while swinging his bottle back and forth in front of his face.
The image would have been funny if Josette hadn’t been so tired.
“Come on, sir.” She said as she approached him. She looked down at her hand and only then did she realize that she still held onto her half empty mug. She grimaced but before she had the chance to move Jack spoke.
“You saved my life, lad. Why?” he asked her as he looked up at her.
Josette paused but after a moment she answered, “Because I’d like to think that you’d do the same for me.” She replied and in a way it was true.
“I would.” He said fiercely with determination but then frowned, “Is the party over then?” he asked as he looked around the cabin.
“Yes and it’s time for bed.” She said as she started approaching him.
Jack narrowed his eyes in contemplation before he shook his head and tried to stand up from his seat. He swayed but kept walking as he clutched the bottle in his hand. He took a generous swing and Josette took a step back as he advanced on her. Her hand tightened around her mug as he came to stand right in front of her.
“I ain’t going to bed…” he shook his head as he looked at her with narrowed eyes, “You ain’t drunk yet. I’ll loose the bet!” he exclaimed while flailing his arms about.
“Captain-…”
“You’re always eager to do as I say so…” he slurred as he leaned closer and gazed intently into her bright green eyes, “So…” he muttered as he cocked his head to the side, “That’s …odd.” He murmured as he blinked and raised a bejeweled finger up to her face.
“Sir?” Josette gulped and took a step back, effectively trapping herself between him and the bulkhead.
“You…” he trailed off with great effort as he still stared at her curiously, “You…”
Suddenly he snatched her hat off her head and she flinched. His eyes narrowed and as he made to take a step towards her he tripped over his own discarded hat and stumbled. His body fell on hers and he grunted before his eyes fell to her mouth. Josette’s hand shot out to steady him but it was not enough and he stumbled again. A simple shake of her head brought his face closer to hers and before she knew what hit her, his warm, moist mouth was pressed awkwardly against hers.
Josette’s eyes widened at the feeling of his lips on her and she momentarily froze. As she tried to look at him she almost went cross-eyed in her effort but he seemed just fine to stand there with his lips glued to hers.
For a moment he just kept them pressed against hers but when she just remained frozen against him, he parted his mouth and pressed it harder against hers.
What was he doing? He thought she was a bloke or didn’t he…?
Josette inhaled sharply through her nose as his hand slipped up her arm and came to settle on her shoulder. He used it as leverage to hold himself up as he continued his assault.
Josette eyes momentarily almost drifted shut but she snapped out of it and before she had the chance to embarrass herself further she let go of the mug and placed her hands upon his solid chest. A grunt left his lips as the mug fell to the floor and shattered and he cursed under his breath as her hands pushed him away.
He swayed dangerously on his feet but Josette shot her hand out to steady him.
He raised his eyes to hers and for a moment he seemed confused as he gazed at her. She on the other hand felt herself flushing with mortification and she tried to look away but his thumb suddenly found itself on her bottom lip. His fingertip brushed over it briefly before he pulled his hand back and placed a hand on his forehead.
“I think I’m goin’ to be sick.” He murmured and if she hadn’t been pretending that she was a man it would have felt like a slap on the face.
“C-captain?” she asked as he pushed away from her and walked unsteadily to the chamber pot where he emptied the contents of his stomach and promptly fell asleep as soon as she helped him over to the bed.

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The ship didn’t seem large enough for Josette the next morning. As soon as she had woken up she had fled the cabin, thankful that he was still blissfully asleep while snoring away. Not that she had managed to sleep that much; an hour the most for the cabin felt as if it was closing up on her. After much thinking she found her way to the hold and stayed there pretending to be busy with the animals.
A part of her hoped that he would not remember what had happened but since luck was most of the times against her, she feared that he would.
Those thoughts took most of her time that morning and only when David came in, calling her name did she try to put the memory to the back recesses of her mind.
“Josh!”
“Yes?” she appeared from behind some barrels and he sighed.
“There you are. The Captain’s away and his waiting for his lunch.” He told her.
“Lunch?” he frowned.
“Aye…since he woke up at this hour. Nasty hangover, eh?”
“I guess.” She shrugged and he nodded.
“Just be quick.” He said to her before he walked away.
Josette took a deep breath and did as she was told.
A few minutes later she was walking inside the cabin with his tray of food. Thankfully he was not in bed; he was seated behind his desk instead while massaging his temples.
“Your food, Captain.” She said quietly and his head snapped up towards her.
“Oh.”
She placed it in front of him and quickly stepped back, trying to keep the color from rising to her cheeks.
“Where’ve you been all morning, boy?” he asked gruffly and she almost gulped.
“I had some work in the hold.”
He didn’t question the honesty of her reasoning but he did raise his eyes to stare at her.
“You’re not avoiding me, are you?” he asked casually and she blinked.
“I…I-…”
“To save you from further embarrassment I do remember everything.” He stated coolly and she gulped.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh. I’m never that drunk.” He told her and she quickly nodded.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?” he asked with a frown.
“For that.”
“If I remember correctly I’m the one who slipped his tongue down your throat, lad.” He said with amusement and she locked eyes with him.
“Sir…”
“What? If I can do, it I can say it, aye? But since I can feel and see…” he smirked and she flushed even more, “That it makes you uncomfortable, I shall not mention it again, eh?” he said and she was shocked by how calm he seemed about it.
Did he like…men? He had not given her that impression. All he did was parade women around.
But you’re not a man, are you? Her inner voice told her.
“And to answer your question; no, I do not swing that way but I’m always curious about things.” He grinned as he said the last words.
Josette fidgeted nervously and he chuckled, “Bloody hell, Josh. We’re pirates. I’ve seen everything in my pirate life and in comparison, what happened between us would seem like picking daisies while walking hand in hand.” He said with a snort and Josette calmed a bit.
“Oh.”
“Good heavens, boy! What bothers you the most? That I’m a man or that I’m your Captain?” he asked and she straightened.
“Both?”
“Is that a question for me?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow and she quickly shook her head.
“No. Can I clean now?” she asked, desperate for an escape.
“Aye…Go ahead.” He nodded as he reached for the loaf of bread.
Josette, glad for the chance to not have to look at him, turned and walked over to the bed to make it.
“And Josh.” He called and she paused without turning, “You really need to learn how to kiss, mate.” He said and she could detect the smirk in his voice without having to look at him. Blood filled her cheeks with color and she quickly gathered his rum-acid smelling sheets and walked away. His amused laughter followed her all they way to the deck.

End of chapter 12

Author’s note: I hope this cleared out some of your questions about his sexuality. :D He is just curious, people!
Thank you for reading. Please tell me what you think and how you believe this will affect them from now on!
Xxx Lina :)
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