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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual
disclaimers – pah!
Aurora – thank
you :) I wanted to make Jack as realistic as I could without losing any
of his character.
Chelsey – I know
it’s realize, that one must have slipped through the net!
Caribbean-mama –
I don’t intend changing that, but maybe Jack’s priorities will shift slightly
in the future…(hint, hint)
Jack-Sparrow-lover
and Rachel Sparrow – have you never been tempted to lash out at someone when
you’ve been angry? No, Jack would never delibrately hit a woman, but this
was different.
Summery – I knew
you’d enjoy it! ;)
Roxula’s Bride,
True spirit – thank you :)
SummerRain – gosh,
when I read your review, I felt like printing it out and framing it!
Thank you.
Thanks as always
to Hilary and Linnie XXX
…
Chapter
sixteen: ‘Since when you been captain, luv?’

Jack shivered
despite being warmly dressed and cast an eye through the rain filled grey at
the heavy sea. ‘No wonder I live in th’Caribbee,’ he thought to
himself, bracing as a wave crashed over the bow and sent water pouring across
the deck of The Black Pearl. He glanced at Paul Rochester who was
manning the helm with him, the sea being too rough for just one man. His
helmsman grinned ruefully then turned his attention back to the tumultuous
ocean as another wave crashed across the bow.
‘If this is
summer, I’d hate ter see winter, Cap’n,’ Paul yelled, despite standing next to
Jack.
‘You an’ me both
mate,’ Jack yelled back, ‘You an’ me both.’ The two men wrestled with the
wheel as the sea tried to push them off course then took a momentary breather
as the wind died down a little, before the next onslaught began. Jack wondered
whether to sail further out to sea and not hug the coast as much, until the
weather improved but decided against it.
…
Jenny winced as
another wave came higher up the stern, almost reaching the cabin windows.
Although she felt queasy, she had not yet been sick for which she was immensely
grateful. ‘Must be getting used to it,’ she mused before untying
the leather strap anchoring her to the bunk and staggering across the cabin as
she spotted a drawer in Jack’s chest that had worked loose from its binding and
was threatening to fly across the cabin with the next pitch of the ship.
Jenny cried out as The Pearl rolled violently and she went sprawling on
the floor at the same time as the drawer came flying out of the chest. It
caught her on the head, sending her into a black oblivion.
…
‘Jack!
Shall we furl th’sails? They won’t hold much longer.’ Joshamee
Gibbs clung to the mizzen mast, almost blinded by rain and sea water.
‘All right
Gibbs, don’t want th’men risking it if th’weather gets any worse.’ Jack
looked up at the poor souls high on the rigging and shuddered, remembering the
time he had to climb up when he was just an ordinary seaman under the command
of another captain. ‘Poor bastards,’ he muttered out loud,
eliciting a murmur of agreement from his helmsman. ‘Should be nearing
th’Virgin’s Cape soon, Paul. Though how th’hell we’ll see it, gawd only
knows.’
‘We’ll just have
ter hold her steady til this weather blows over, Cap’n. Should it
blow over.’
‘Aye Paul, that
we will. God, why’d it have ter be so bloody cold down here?’ Jack
shivered again, desperate to get out of his cold, wet clothes.
‘Just hope it’s
worth it, Cap’n.’
‘Aye, me too
lad,’ Jack replied, then gasped as a wave came across from port and almost
knocked him off his feet. Jack coughed and spluttered as the freezing
cold salt water entered his lungs, but resolutely clung onto the helm for dear
life, not daring to let go. ‘Ya all right Paul?’ he yelled, noting
with a worried frown that his helmsman had taken a knock to the head and blood
was pouring down his face. ‘Gibbs! Gibbs, take over from
Paul. Paul, go below, yer in no fit state ter steer.’
‘Aye Cap’n,
sorry sir.’ Paul Rochester staggered his way along the deck, through the
hatch and down the steps, a small part of him grateful to be out of the cold,
wet environment that he encountered above the deck.
…
Jenny became
aware of a pair of piercing blue eyes looking into hers and she jumped with a
start. ‘Oooh, Mr. Cotton. My head hurts,’ she accepted the mute’s
helping hand and stood gingerly. ‘How did you know I was hurt?’
‘Aye me beauty,
aye me beauty,’ cawed the parrot, perched on the man’s shoulder, bobbing up and
down as his owner led Jenny back to the bunk. Jenny climbed on and let
Mr. Cotton examine her cut, feeling relieved when he smiled and nodded,
indicating it was not too serious.
‘I’ll be fine
now, you go and get yourself strapped back in somewhere,’ Jenny yelped as
another roll had her and Ned Cotton clinging onto the bunk, while his parrot
flapped wildly, still gripping his master’s shoulder. ‘In fact Mr.
Cotton, I think it might be worth you staying and strapping yourself in
here.’ Jenny moved over so there was room for him, and threw the strap
across them both, feeling it tighten as he fastened the buckle.
…
‘Jack!’
Joshamee Gibbs pointed excitedly in front of him, ‘The channel, three points
off starboard.’
Jack peered
through his spyglass at the opening to the Strait of Magellanes and smiled to
himself. ‘We’ll get through there Gibbs, ‘specially now th’wind’s dying a
little an’th’ rain’s stopped. Loose th’sails.’
‘Aye, I just
hope th’sea’s not too rough goin’ into the Strait.’
‘Only one way
ter find out mate…’ He steered his ship away from the coast slightly then
back in, lining her up with the opening. ‘C’mon darlin’ we’ll make it all
right,’ he crooned, stroking a wheel spoke, ignoring the man standing next to
him who was well used to his Captain’s idiosyncrasies.
They approached
the Strait cautiously, not loosing all the sails so The Pearl was easier
to manoeuvre. Jack and Gibbs could see the turbulent sea at the start of
the Strait and looked at each other ruefully, then kept a tight grip on the
helm as they approached it.
…
Jenny breathed a
sigh of relief as the violent rocking of the ship eased then groaned as it
pitched, along with her stomach.
‘I’m sorry Mr.
Cotton...’ she quickly unstrapped herself from the bunk and clambered over the
ship’s doctor unceremoniously, diving for the side cabin and the head just in
time. She clung onto the head as the ship pitched and rolled, watching
the waves through the hole cut into the planking, crying out in alarm as a
particularly violent roll seemed to lay The Pearl on her side before she
righted again. Then it went calm. She looked up at Ned Cotton who
was busy untying himself from the bunk, clambering off once he was free and
beckoning her to follow him, which she did, albeit rather gingerly. She
shivered as they climbed the steps up to the hatch and onto the deck which was
sopping wet with sea and rain water. She spotted Jack leaning against the
wheel, his face grey with fatigue, his eyes dark hollows.
‘Jack!’
She ran over to him, a worried frown on her face. ‘Get below, now.’
She wrapped her arms around him for support and started back towards the hatch.
‘Since when you
been Captain, luv?’ he smiled weakly, grateful all the same for the scant
warmth of her body.
Jenny ignored
him and helped him down the steps and to his cabin. ‘Let’s get these
clothes off you.’ She peeled the sodden layers off him, slinging them
into the bath tub in the side cabin.
‘S-s-so
c-c-cold, Jen,’ he chattered, his body shaking with cold.
‘I know you
are.’ She rubbed him vigorously with a rag then wrapped it around his
hair. ‘Get into the bunk, I’ll get some stone bottles filled with hot
water for you.’
‘N-n-no luv,
j-j-just you. Want… hold me...’
Jenny put Jack
on to the bunk and gathered up all the blankets and thick coats she could find
and lay them on top of him then peeled back the layers and climbed in beside
him. ‘Are you feeling warmer now?’ She curled as much of her body
around his as she could in a desperate attempt to warm him up.
‘Aye luv, much
warmer…’ he murmured, his head nodding on to Jenny’s shoulder as exhaustion
took him and he fell into a deep sleep.
…
Jenny sat and
watched as Jack’s chest rose and fell in his sleep. He’d been unconscious
for the best part of a day and she was starting to worry. She shot off
the chair as he moaned in his sleep and rolled over.
‘Jack…?
Jack?’ She stood over him and stroked his hair relieved to feel his
temperature was normal.
‘Mmm…
Jen…?’ One eye opened followed by the other and Jack looked up with
languid eyes. ‘Th’Pearl?’
‘She’s fine,
Jack. Mr. Gibbs has held position until you recovered.’
‘Good man.
Now what’re ya doin’ out th’bunk luv? Come an’ keep ol’ Jack warm,’ he
hauled back the covers and patted the mattress beside him.
‘I’ve been
keeping you warm since yesterday evening, Jack Sparrow,’ Jenny chided
playfully, sitting on the side of the bunk.
‘That’s Captain
Jack Sparrow, if yer please missy. What’s th’time now?’
‘The three bells
of the dog watch sounded a short while ago. Ah, ah. You stay right
where you are Captain Sparrow,’ she pushed him back down as he made to
get off the bunk. ‘I’ll fetch you something to eat first then you
can get up.’
‘Bossy madam,’
Jack retorted, a grin splitting his face then he lay back down as Jenny went on
her errand, savouring the warmth of the bunk and listening to the familiar
creaks and groans that told him all was well with his ship.
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