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Before you read
this chapter, just bear in mind the path of true love rarely runs smoothly…
…
Chapter
fourteen: ‘I’m goin’ ter bleedin’ kill her.’
Jack led Jenny
to his cabin, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
‘Jack, I’m
really busy…’ She knew the argument was futile but felt she had to try as
some of the crew had begun to mutter darkly about her receiving preferential
treatment from the Captain.
‘S’all right
luv, it won’t take long. Well, it might, all depends.’ He grinned
broadly, winking at her. He opened the door and walked over to the bunk,
where spread out across it, were half a dozen dresses of varying styles and
colours. ‘Let’s see what suits ya. Gotta look good when we hit
Fortaleza.’
‘Why?’
Jenny’s eyes shone at the sight of all the luxurious fabrics, and suddenly she
was eager to get out of her work clothes.
‘I’m hoping ter
meet a business associate who trades round these parts. He’s always
partial to a pretty woman.’ He frowned at her sharp look, the realized
she had misconstrued his words. ‘No, no, no, no, no! That’s not
what I meant luv, I wouldn’t give ya to him.’
‘I should hope
not,’ Jenny pouted, her excitement evaporated somewhat until she undressed and
put on a corset, glad of Jack’s help in fastening the laces and tried on the
first dress, turning around so he could fasten the small hooks, then she tried
on all of them until she decided on a rich burgundy dress with long tight
fitting sleeves, a low cut sweetheart neckline, and not too full a skirt.
‘Where did you get these?’
‘I was hopin’
ya’d choose that one luv, ya look a treat in it. I got some in San Juan,
th’rest were got off other ships an’ have been in th’hold. Here, I’ll
help yer out of it.’ Jack’s nimble fingers worked quickly at the small
fastenings and the dress soon fell to the floor. He turned his attention
to the laces of the corset, kissing Jenny’s neck as he did.
‘No Jack, I
really do have to finish my chores.’ Jenny moved away quickly and pulled
on her breeches and shirt, darting from the cabin, leaving Jack standing there
looking disappointed. She arrived on deck just in time to see the port of
Fortaleza loom large as Paul Rochester, the helmsman, steered them towards a
mooring place.
‘C’mon Jen, no
time ter be slacking,’ Joshamee Gibbs chided gently.
‘N-no, I’m sorry
Mr. Gibbs.’ Jenny dashed over and helped furl the foresail, her heart in
her mouth as she climbed the rigging, still hating having to climb up,
wondering how she was going to find the balance between her duties on deck and
her duties as Jack’s woman.
…
‘Jack, d’you
really think it’s a good idea ter bring Jenny ashore? Ya know what doing
business with Mendez entails…’
Jack’s jaw
slacked slightly as he winced. ‘Bloody ‘ell Gibbs, I never thought
o’that. Tell ya what, I’ll take her ashore fer a couple of hours then
send her back with an escort.’
‘And leave her
on the ship, alone?’
‘Damn!
Some of th’men will have ter guard her.’
‘That won’t go
down well. This is the last proper leave they’ll get until the return
journey. A lot of them are already muttering about having to go so far,
you know that.’
‘Dammit man, why
d’ya have ter put so many problems in me way, eh?’
‘I’m trying to
save you worse problems later on,’ the quartermaster smiled apologetically.
‘I’ll take her
ashore then send her back with Lowe and Woods. I’ll sweeten ‘em by
sendin’ a couple of girls over, savvy?’
‘If you say so,
Captain…’
‘I’ll throw in a
barrel of ale as well.’
‘As you wish.’
‘Right.
That’s that sorted. Now I’ll just go an’ help Jenny dress,’ Jack winked
salaciously as he made his way down the steps to his cabin. ‘C’mon luv,’
he called, grinning as he looked forward to seeing her naked once again.
…
…   …   …
‘Rodrigo!’
Jack threw his arms around the swarthy looking man who returned the gesture,
beaming broadly.
‘Jack.
What brings you to this part of the world again?’
‘Business mate,
always business. C’mon, let me buy yer a drink.’ Jack indicated for
Jenny to follow them and led the way to the bar. ‘This is m’woman, Jenny
Samuels, Jen this is Rodrigo Mendez, an old friend o’mine.’
‘A pleasure to
meet you,’ Jenny replied in Spanish, hoping it was similar enough to Portugese
to be understood and judging by the man’s reaction, it was.
‘Well, not only
beautiful, but intelligent as well. You sure pick them Jack,’ Mendez
winked at Jenny then took her arm and walked to a quiet table, scowling at the
present occupants until they moved away.
Jenny picked up
the mug of ale that Jack had placed before her, taking a sip and trying not to
spit the bitter liquid back out again as she settled back in the
uncomfortable chair, fighting boredom while the two men talked shop for what
seemed like hours on end, until Jack stood and took her hand.
‘Ah listen mate,
Jenny’s tired, so I’ll just arrange ter have her taken back t’the ship, savvy?’
he smiled, ignoring her quizzical look.
‘Of course,’
Mendez smiled graciously, taking her other hand and kissing it for far longer
than Jenny would have liked and she eventually snatched her hand away.
‘Do I have to?’
she hissed as Jack walked her across to where most the crew were sitting.
‘Yes luv, we’re
only goin’ ter be talkin’ business all night. Jonas and Daniel will be
with ya.’
‘Why can’t I sit
with the crew?’
‘Cos they’re
interested in… other things, savvy? Jonas, Dan,’ he beckoned his two
young crewmen over. ‘Now take care o’her an’ you be a good girl an’ I’ll
see ya later,’ he patted her rump as she walked out of the door of the tavern
with the men following behind her. ‘Keep th’bunk warm,’ he called,
laughing raucously.
…
Jenny looked
with disapproval at the four whores standing on the deck that Jack had provided
for the men as a sweetener for guarding her and stomped down to the cabin,
slamming the door shut behind herself. ‘Keep the bunk warm… I’ll give
him, keep the bloody bunk warm,’ she muttered darkly, picking up a book she
had been reading earlier and settling in Jack’s chair.
Five minutes
later she stood up again, throwing the book back onto the table. ‘Why
the hell should I stay here?’ she asked herself, creeping out of the cabin
and hearing laughter and shrieks coming from the crew’s quarters. ‘Well,
they’re not going to miss me,’ she said out loud, shaking her head. She
made her way to the deck and down the Jacob’s ladder to the ship’s boat tied to
the side and picked up the oars and started rowing carefully back to the town,
cursing under her breath as the tightness of the dress made rowing very
difficult.
…
She made it back
to the tavern having only been accosted twice. The first man she sent
packing with a knee to the groin and the second fell blind drunk at her feet as
he lunged for her and Jenny simply stepped over him and carried on her
way. She took a deep breath and pushed the doors to the tavern open,
glancing around quickly and spotting Jack and Mendez still at the quiet table and
the crew still where they had been. Jenny felt her face burn with
humiliation and anger as she saw Jack with a buxom whore sitting in his lap,
her ample bosum pushed into his face which he leered at before laughing
raucously at something she said.
Anger burned in
her stomach and she was about to march over to him and give him what for.
‘No..,’ she said to herself. ‘Don’t get mad, get even.’
She looked around and spotted a good looking young man with a group of friends
and with a mischievous smile, sauntered across to him, tugging the front of her
dress down slightly as she did so. She wound her hand around the back of
his head and turned it, so he was facing her.
‘Hello, did you
know you’re the best looking man here?’ she murmured quietly in Spanish,
looking deep into his dark eyes as she pulled his head closer to hers, knowing
he would understand her meaning, if not her words. ‘Why don’t we go
somewhere a little quieter?’ Jenny closed her eyes as his lips brushed
against hers, not quite believing what she was doing. She felt the man
stiffen and opened her eyes, to see fear in his as the knife at his throat dug
in a little more.
‘Move away from
her mate.’ Jack’s voice sounded menacing, even when speaking in
Spanish. The man moved quickly away and sped out of the inn, Jack’s eyes
boring into his back as he departed. ‘Now,’ Jack growled, spinning to
face Jenny. ‘What the hell was that all about luv?’
Jenny glared at
him, anger flashing in her eyes as she pushed his hand away and made for the
door. In a flash, Jack reached out and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking
her back.
‘Ow, let go you
bastard!’ Jenny struggled before realizing it was hurting too much, so
became compliant.
‘I asked ya a
question Jenny, what was that all about?’ Jack shoved her roughly against
the wall, letting go of her hair.
‘Well, Jack, I
thought being as you were having so much fun with that whore, I might have a
little fun for myself. After all, what’s sauce for the goose is sauce for
the gander.’ Jenny’s jaw stuck out in defiance.
‘Wha…? Ya
thought ya’d go off wi’him? I don’t think so luv. Ya mine,
an’ no-one else can have ya, savvy?’ Jack pushed his face into Jenny’s,
his eyes black with displeasure.
‘You don’t own
me Jack Sparrow. You may be my captor, but you do not own me and as such
I can do what the hell I want.’
‘As long as you
are on my ship, I DO own you an’ the rest of th’crew, so you will do as I tell
ya missy. Gibbs, keep an eye on her.’ Jack shoved her towards where
Gibbs and some of the others were sitting and stormed back over to the whore,
flattening a man who had tried to encroach on her.
The crew
shuffled along the bench to make room for Jenny and pushed a mug of rum towards
her, casting sympathetic glances in her direction, but not speaking. Jenny
sat there with arms folded, ignoring the drink and looking balefully towards
Jack who was jabbing his thumb towards her and saying something to Rodrigo, who
laughed loudly. She decided to play the dutiful little woman and plied
the men with drink, paying for it from the tab they had at the bar, until one
by one, they either slumped over the table in a drunken stupor or went off with
a whore. Casting a glance at Jack, still talking animatedly with his
friend and the whore, Jenny rose and quickly slipped out of the tavern and made
her way back to the docks. Keeping to shadows at all times she made it
back to the boat with no mishaps this time. She climbed in, still cursing
the sleeves and turned to look at the dark shape of The Black Pearl
anchored a short distance out at sea, rowing a little harder in her eagerness
to get back and wincing as the fabric tore at the back of the dress but at
least it made pulling on the oars easier. Jenny called out in case Lowe
or Woods were on deck then shinnied up the rope and made her way back to the
cabin, undressing quickly before climbing into the bunk, tears of hurt and
anger spilling down her cheeks.
…
…   …   …
‘Where the hell
is she Gibbs? You were supposed to be watching her!’ Joshamee Gibbs
flinched in the face of his Captain’s anger then hurried after him as Jack
strode down the street looking in all directions in the bright morning
sun. ‘If she’s run off again, I’ll…’ Jack tried to hide his fear,
pretending to himself that he was just angry with Jenny but the truth was, he
was scared. ‘What if she’s lying in some alleyway?’ A little
voice inside his head taunted him. ‘What if she really has gone off
with some man? What if she’s jumped ship, preferring to risk life
on another ship, to get away from you?’ Jack shook his head
violently, scowling.
‘What do we do
Cap’n?’ Mad Pete panted with exertion, having run up and down more alleys
than he cared to count looking for Jenny, but to no avail. Before Jack
had chance to reply another crewman came hurrying towards them, calling.
‘Cap’n, Cap’n,
there’s movement on board th’ship, it looks like it could be her.’ Jack
hurried down to the docks and took out his spyglass, scanning the length of his
ship and muttering under his breath as he spotted Jenny, swabbing the deck.
‘I’m goin’ ter
bleedin’ kill her.’ Jack’s head spun with relief as he stowed his
spyglass back in its case and jumped into a waiting boat. ‘I’ll have her
swabbing the bloody decks until kingdom bloody come.’ Jack urged the men
to row faster and he grabbed a rope once they reached the side of the ship,
long years of practice giving speed to his hands as he climbed to the
deck. ‘Just what the hell do you think you were playing at Jenny?’
Jack strode over to her, hands on hips.
Jenny turned to
face Jack, giving him a winsome smile. ‘Why Captain, all the men were
either drunk or otherwise occupied and I was there all on my lonesome, feeling
a little scared as other men were starting to look at me, so I thought I would
be safer on the ship.’ She turned back and carried on with her task,
smiling with complete satisfaction as she heard Jack splutter and hiss then
storm off to his cabin, slamming the door behind him. Jenny looked around
on hearing chuckles from the crew and winked at Mr. Gibbs, who shook his head,
smiling.
Jenny went about
for the rest of the day as they sailed from Fortaleza, smiling and singing
while doing her chores, although she was feeling lost and alone inside, not
wanting to argue with Jack but still angry over his treatment of her. ‘After
all his promises, everything he said to me, he goes and sleeps with a harlot,’
she thought angrily, surreptitiously wiping away a tear. After supper, she
found out the blankets that were still where she had stowed them the last time
she had slept on deck and laid them out, sighing as she lay down and tried to
get comfortable. Jenny heard footsteps approach and shut her eyes
quickly, feigning sleep.
‘What’re ya
doin’ there?’ Jenny opened one eye and looked up at Jack standing over
her, arms folded.
‘Trying to get
some sleep, now if you don’t mind….’ Jenny turned to her side, away from
Jack.
‘Ah, but I do
mind, now get up luv.’ Jack bent down and yanked the blanket from
under Jenny then did the same with her pillow.
Jenny winced as
her head connected with the deck but stayed where she was. ‘Fine, I’ll
sleep like this then.’ She put her arm under her head and curled up into
a ball, ignoring the tapping from Jack’s foot.
‘Ya sleep out
here tonight, ya sleep out here fer the rest of the voyage, savvy?’ Jack
glared down at Jenny, his anger rising.
‘No skin off my
nose Captain.’ Jenny felt the tears well up in her eyes and bit her lip
in an attempt to hold them back.
‘Fine, have it
yer way.’ Jenny cringed with each heavy footstep as Jack strode across
the deck and down the hatch.
…
‘Ya sleepin’ out
here again? Davy Phillips looked at Jenny then at the rain clouds
gathering on the horizon.
‘Aye Davy, I’m
sleeping out here again.’ Jenny felt bone tired after having little sleep
the previous night on the deck, but was damned if she was going back to the
cabin. Jack had relented and given her the blanket and pillow back, but
it seemed to Jenny that he had meant his threat and she cursed him under her
breath, calling him names that she had never even heard of before setting foot
aboard The Black Pearl.
‘Why don’t ya
come down to the crew’s quarters, I’m sure we can find a nice quiet corner for
ya.’ Davy smiled, taking Jenny’s arm to lead her below.
‘Thanks Davy,
but I’ll be all right here, honestly.’ Jenny hated sleeping on deck at
night, but she did not feel entirely comfortable being in intimate surroundings
with the crew, bringing to mind the incident with Stan Wilson. At least
on deck she was out in the open and within shouting distance of Mr. Gibbs and
Jack. ‘If he’d care enough to come to my aid, that is,’ she
thought darkly.
The rain started
almost as soon as Jenny managed to drift off to sleep. Large, heavy drops
pounded the deck and Jenny as they fell and she was soon soaked to the skin,
shivering with cold.
‘Fer gawds sake
woman, stop being so bleedin’ stubborn an’ get below. That’s an
order.’ Jack pulled Jenny to her feet and shoved her in the direction of
the steps leading to his cabin.
‘I’m not allowed
to sleep anywhere else Captain, remember?’ Jenny shrugged his hand off
her arm.
‘What the hell
is wrong wi’ya Jen?’ Jack bent and scooped Jenny up, slinging her over
his shoulder, wincing as her kicking feet made the occassional connection with
his ribs and carried her to his cabin, kicking the door shut behind him.
He dumped Jenny down and wiped the rain from his eyes, sighing as Jenny tried
to push past him. ‘Ah, ah, ah. No ya don’t, you’ll catch yer death
out there luv, now get them clothes off.’ Jack started to strip himself,
not daring to move away from the door but not wanting to lock it either.
Jenny stomped over to the chest on the far side of the cabin and pulled out a
shift that she occasionally wore and stripped out of her wet work clothes,
wringing her hair out, before pulling the gown over her head, turning away as
Jack approached her.
‘Come on
luv.’ Jack’s voice was like deep velvet, ‘This has gone on long enough,
eh?’ He ran his hand down Jenny’s arm, smiling as she shivered beneath
his touch. ‘I’m sorry, eh? I’m sorry I upset ya.’
‘You didn’t
upset me Jack, you humiliated me. If you knew you were going to go
off with some tart, why did not you just leave me on board? Instead, I
had to watch you playing around with her. What did that say to everyone,
hmm? Oh Jenny doesn’t matter to me, she’s just the whore I have on
board.’
‘Jen…..’
Jack tried to stop the tirade, but Jenny was in full flow by this time.
‘I’m just a
chattel, just something to keep you amused, while away the nights between
ports.’ Jenny tried to keep her voice even but could not hide the hurt in
it. ‘Well I suppose I’d better learn new tricks quickly in case you get
bored with me.’ Jenny gasped as Jack’s slap stung her face.
‘Right, that’s
it. Ya’ve gone far enough.’ Jack growled, his face dark with
anger. ‘I’ve tried ter treat ya right, I’ve given ya nice things, I don’t
force me attentions on ya…’
‘You don’t
force your attentions on me?’ she interrupted. ‘What about the first
time, eh? What about all the times after that, when you did? You
kidnapped me with the sole purpose of having your way with me. Go on,
deny it.’ Jenny shouted, not caring if any of the crew could hear her.
‘I did what?
Fer Christ’s sake Jen, don’tcha know me by now?’ Jack approached Jenny
cautiously, hand outstretched.
‘Deny it,
Jack.’ Jenny shrank back and folded her arms, a steely look on her face.
Jack turned
quickly, so Jenny could not see the pain that flitted across his face, ‘Fine,
if that’s what ya want ter believe, nothing I do or say’s gonna make ya change
yer mind, is it?’ He stormed over to the bunk and yanked the curtains
across, cursing under his breath.
Jenny sat
sobbing quietly in the chair for a time, hugging herself, flinching as Jack
reappeared and squatted beside her.
‘Jen?
C’mon darlin’ I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep with her, I told Mendez that I no
longer wanted that part of our business meetings, savvy? Please fergive
me? Please?’
‘You
didn’t…? She was all over you for God’s sake and you’re telling me that
you didn’t sleep with her?’
‘Of course I
didn’t. I’m not that much of a bastard.’
Something in
Jack’s tone made Jenny look up at him and she was astonished to see him looking
genuinely sorry and contrite and she slowly reached out and took Jack’s hands,
allowing him to pull her to her feet. ‘Why didn’t you say so
before? Why did you let me believe that you cared so little about me?’
‘I was angry
wi’ya luv. I thought after the past few days an’ nights, you were
learnin’ ter trust me an’ when I realized ya don’t, it hurt, savvy? It still
hurts.’
‘Oh… oh Jack,
I’m sorry,’ she sobbed, throwing her arms around his neck and holding him
tightly. ‘I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness.’
Jack pulled away
from her embrace and looked at Jenny tenderly, ‘I forgive ya,’ he whispered,
kissing her forehead. ‘C’mon, let’s get ter bed, eh?’
‘All right,’ she
sniffed, gulping back the tears. ‘I-I can’t… you know… It’s my
bleeds.’
‘That’s all
right luv, we’ll just hold each other, eh? Have yer had a bleed since yer
came aboard?’ Jack did not recall her having to turn him away for this
reason since he had first taken her, a month or so before.
‘N-no,’ she
squirmed, uncomfortable with such an intimate subject. ‘I-I’ve never been
very regular.’
‘Ah. That
why yer never had children wi’Eddie then?’ He led her to the bunk and lay
down, pulling her on top on him so her head was resting on his chest.
‘I suppose it
must have been. My father used to go on at me about it. Said I
wasn’t even good enough to provide Eddie with a son,’ she remarked bitterly,
the tears falling once more and running down Jack’s chest.
‘I hope I never
get ter meet yer father then,’ Jack threatened, wondering how anyone could be
intentionally cruel. ‘C’mon luv, it doesn’t matter ter me if you don’t
give me any children, savvy?’
‘Savvy,’ she
whispered, taking some comfort from the feel of his chest rising and falling
and the sound of his steady heartbeat. ‘I’m sorry I doubted you.’
‘I told ya luv,
yer forgiven. C’mon, let’s go to sleep, eh? Night luv,’ he said, kissing
her hair.
‘Goodnight Jack,
thank you.’
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