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Usual
disclaimers (wails pitifully)
Many
thanks for your reviews. Richgal,
I suppose different people are affected in different ways by drink, and he�s
likely to been drunk for a lot of the time, so yes, I think he would have
recognised her. Sauruna, I would
never kill Jack! I might hurt
him a little from time to time� ;)
�

Chapter
sixteen

�So,�
Celia smiled innocently as she settled in the chair at the side of the
bunk. �If you�re from a seaport, does
that mean you�ve always been a sailor?�
�Bloody
hell,� Jack groaned. �It�s not fair
interrogatin� a man when he�s too weak ter fight back.�
�I�m not
interrogating you,� she replied, a sweet smile still on her lips. �Just merely making conversation��
�Like
hell you are. Yes,� Jack sighed with
exasperation. �I�ve been sailin�
practically since before I could walk.
There, happy?�
�Do you
come from a long line of seamen?�
�Celia��
he growled, shooting a warning look at her.
�My past life ain�t anythin� ter get excited about.�
�So why
is it such a big secret?� Celia protested, throwing her hands up.
�I like
ter have secrets � ter keep an air of mystery about myself, savvy?�
�Why? Anybody would think you were a gentleman, or
something,� she teased, not noticing him start a little where he lay.
�Celia,
luv, I�ve always been Captain Jack Sparrow,� he grinned, his hands doing a
dance in front of him.
�Not
always,� she reminded him, picking up her holy book.
�Oh
gawd! Yer not goin� ter read me
th�bible again, are you?� Jack sighed.
�I�ve
only read you a couple of passages,� Celia defended. �But I shall read to myself if you really object.�
�Can you read me some more Beowulf?� he pleaded,
looking at her beneath his lashes, something he had learned during the past
couple of days of being looked after by the young woman, was almost guaranteed
to win her over, which was also something he intended using to best effect once
he was up on his feet.
�All right,� Celia sighed, knowing her efforts to
convert him were hopeless but she wanted to try as much as she could whilst she
still had a captive audience. Jack, as
usual, had other ideas. She put her
bible down on the chair and went to retrieve the book by Sir Thomas Malory from
where she had left it in the main cabin.
Celia moved her bible, starting as a piece of paper fell from inside the
spine and floated to the cabin deck.
�What�s up?� Jack enquired, trying to peer over the
side of the bunk at what she seemed to be staring at. �Not a rat, is it?�
�No,� Celia murmured, bending to pick the paper
up. �It�s this� it fell out of the
spine.�
�So, open it up then,� Jack urged, intrigued as to
what it could be.
�It�s just numbers,� Celia mused, turning the paper
over and finding nothing else written on it.
�Just a set of numbers.� She
handed the paper the Jack as he beckoned for it.
�Eh?� he puzzled.
�Give me yer bible.� He leafed
through a few pages before turning to the front of the holy book and frowning
as he noticed writing on the inner page, smudged so it was almost
unreadable. �What does this say?� Jack
wondered out loud.
�I don�t know� I haven�t even noticed it, to be
honest.� Celia moved to the head of the
bunk and peered over Jack�s shoulder, looking for the first time at the
writing. �It looks like a name��
�Aye, but whose?� he murmured, concentrating hard
on the illegible writing. ��Goo.. Good�
damn! I can�t make out th�rest. It�s Good � somethin�.�
�Goodluck?� Celia pondered. �It looks like Goodluck to me.�
�Bloody hell!� Jack swore, almost dropping the
bible in his lap. �There was a
privateer years ago by th�name of Geoffrey Goodluck. Rumour had it that he was th�wealthiest man on the�Spanish Main
but when he died, no-one ever found his riches.�
�What are you thinking?� she asked, not quite
liking the glint in Jack�s eyes. �It�s
a piece of paper with some numbers on it, and a name which may or may not be
Goodluck on the inner page, so?�
�So, young Miss Hammond, these numbers could be
bearings�� he grinned, throwing the covers back and easing himself from the
bunk.
�Where are you going?� Celia cried, stopping him by
placing her hands on his chest and instantly regretting it as he looked at her
and arched an eyebrow, sending a jolt of yearning through her, and she snatched
her hands away again. �You�re in no fit
state to be getting up,� she chided but her words held no conviction as she
battled to keep her voice and nerves steady.
�You�d be surprised what I�m in a fit state ter
do,� Jack chuckled salaciously as he passed her and walked to the main cabin,
albeit gingerly. �Can you give me a
hand with this trunk?�
�What? Oh,
yes,� she replied, shaking herself from her reverie and hurrying over to where
the pirate captain was standing. She
took the proffered key and opened the lock then hauled the lid up and peeled
back the waterproof covering, revealing rolls and rolls of charts.
�Let�s see�� Jack mused as he squatted down,
glancing at the paper from time to time as he tried to work out what the
bearings could be, if indeed that was what they were. �This one,� he finally declared, pulling out one of the charts
and handing it to Celia and then eased himself back to his feet one handed, his
wounded shoulder still strapped heavily.
�Could yer spread it on th�table and anchor it down?�
Celia did as he bade and used an empty rum bottle,
an unlit lantern and the bowl of apples which seemed to always be in the middle
of the table to weigh down the chart.
�How on earth do you know how to read this?�
�I told you, I was a cartographer,� Jack reminded
her as he studied the chart, checking the numbers now and then.
�So did you draw this?� she enquired, amazed at the
detail on it.
�Aye,� he smiled proudly. �It always does ter have copies an� keep th�originals somewhere
safe.�
�Where is somewhere safe?�
�Isla de Muerta.
Saint Georges��
�Why do you keep them in two places?� Celia
puzzled, looking at him with a frown.
�No� these bearings� they could be Saint Georges� I
wish I knew where be sailed from.� Jack
straightened up, self-indulgent smile on his lips and a glint in his eyes. �I feel a trip south comin� on.�
�Jack! It�s just a scrap of paper and a name!�
Celia protested. �It doesn�t mean a
thing.�
�It might. I have
ter find out if it does.�
�You�re worse than a cat,� she sighed, rolling her
eyes as she stood, reaching out to steady him.
�And you know what happens to them.�
�Young lady, I am, as you can see, most definitely not a
cat. I�m Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?�
�You�re not invincible,� she remarked, looking
pointedly at his wounded shoulder.
�Aye, well�� Jack evaded, frowning at her. �I haven�t even thanked you fer savin� my
life.�
�What else was I going to do?� Celia enquired. �Certainly not leave you to be killed by
whoever that man was. You could�� she
hesitated, looking at him beneath lowered lashes. �You could always halve my debt as a show of gratitude��
�Halve it?� Jack echoed, looking aghast. �I don�t know about that...�
�Surely it�s the least you could do,� Celia urged,
pouting slightly as she had seen Giselle and Aggie do when they wanted their
own way with a man.
Jack frowned, aware that he was being outmanoeuvred
but unable to find a way out of the corner he had found himself backed
into. �All right,� he sighed
eventually. �I�ll halve yer debt.�
�Thank you,� Celia beamed, just catching herself
before she leaped forward and kissed him on the cheek.
�Now go an� fetch Gibbs for me,� Jack muttered,
still a bit miffed at being outsmarted by a young woman. �He might know something more about
Goodluck.�
�This is ridiculous,� Celia sighed with
exasperation, but still feeling elated at now only having six months or so to
work. She walked across the main cabin
to the doors. �It�s nothing��
�I�ve got my finest riches from what seemed like nothin�,� Jack
called after her. �You ask Gibbs or any
of th�crew about my intuition.�
�What�s he on about?� Oliver Fernan enquired as
Celia stepped out on to the main deck.
�You have sharp ears!� she chuckled. �I have no idea. I found a scrap of paper in my bible with some numbers on it and
a barely readable name on the first page and suddenly Jac� the Captain is all
for sailing south, to� Saint Georges, I think he said.�
So, is
there anythin� else on this bit of paper of yers? An� what is th�name in th�front?�
�No, nothing else is written on the paper and the
name might be Goodluck, which apparently was the name of some privateer or
other. Which is why all this fuss that
the Captain is making seems a bit silly.�
�Nothin� Jack Sparrow does is silly,� he
chuckled. �Although yer may question his
sanity from time ter time.�
�Only from time to time?� Celia remarked, arching
her eyebrow in jest. �Mister Gibbs,�
she called as she spotted the quartermaster.
�The Captain would like to see you in his cabin.�
�What for?� Joshamee asked as he made his way over
to the young girl and her companion.
�You�ll see�� she sighed, rolling her eyes. �You�ll see.�
�I�m not sure I like the sound of that,� the older
man frowned. �It sounds like trouble.�
�Mister Gibbs, have yer learned nothin�?� Elliot
called from the rigging. �This is th�Black Pearl,
captained by none other than Cap�n Jack Sparrow!�
�Aye,� Joshamee sighed. �That�s what worries me!�
�There you are,� Jack exclaimed as Celia returned
to the cabin with Joshamee following behind.
�I thought yer�d got lost.�
�No, I was talking to Oliver.�
�Oh. You
seem ter talk to him a lot��
�He�s nice, so why shouldn�t I?�
Jack frowned as he was stumped for an answer and
instead turned his attention to his quartermaster. �Gibbs. We�re makin� sail
fer Grenada, Saint Georges, ter be precise.�
�What?
Why?�
�What do yer know about Geoffrey Goodluck?�
�Goodluck?� Joshamee echoed, looking in
bewilderment at Celia, hoping for an answer.
�Why Goodluck? Why Saint
Georges?�
�Grab a bottle of rum, sit yourself down, an� me
an� Celia�ll tell yer all about it��
�
�Jack!� Celia admonished as she saw him swinging his
sword about with his left hand. �It�s
only been a couple of weeks. You�ll rip
the skin open again if you�re not careful.�
�Good job I am careful then, eh?� he winked as he swapped the
sword to his right hand and swished it through the air, showing off.
�I give up,� she sighed, flopping down onto the
stern seat and closing her eyes with exhaustion. She had been up since dawn, scrubbing, sewing and polishing, and
now the sun was sinking towards the horizon.
�They workin� yer too hard?� Jack frowned as he
noticed her pale face and dark rings beneath her eyes.
�It�s what I�m here for, isn�t it?� she snapped,
opening her eyes and glaring at the pirate.
�And I have another six months or so of it.�
�Yer don�t have to,� Jack stated, approaching
her. �You know how ter halve yer debt,
if yer wanted��
�Oh, I�m sure I could!� Celia retorted. �Open my legs to you then get dropped off
heaven only knows where.�
�You know I wouldn�t do that,� he reasoned. �I�d see yer safely back in Tortuga.�
�That�s all I am to you, isn�t it?� she cried,
jumping to her feet and pushing past him so he could not see the tears that
welled in her eyes.
�No!� Jack protested, staring after with with his
mouth gaping open. �You wouldn�t want
ter stay on board, would you?�
�Damn right, I wouldn�t!� came her muffled voice
from inside the private head where she stood leaning against the bulkhead,
fists clenched and eyes screwed shut in an attempt to stop the tears from
spilling down her cheeks. �I do not feel anything for him,� she told herself crossly. �He means
nothing, nothing!� But Celia knew that she was lying to herself, having seen another
side to the pirate captain during the past couple of weeks that he had been
convalescing. A gentler, more refined
side that was totally at odds with the life he led, and she found herself
becoming more and more drawn to him.
�Celia�� came Jack�s voice from just outside the
drapes to the small side cabin. �I�m
sorry, luv. I didn�t mean ter upset
you, eh?�
�It�s all right,� she lied. �I�m just tired, that�s all.�
�I�ll have a word with Gibbs,� he stated, his voice
sounding cross. �He�s workin� yer too
hard.�
�No!� Celia cried, alarmed that he would find out that
she had been volunteering for extra duties for the past couple of days, just to
avoid being alone with him for too long a time. �Really, I�m fine.�
�Come here an� look me in th�eyes an� say that��
�I-I� I�m washing myself.�
�There�s no water in th�pitcher��
�Oh. So
there isn�t,� she replied lightly, forcing a laugh. �That�ll teach me to look before I undress.�
�What�s up, Celia? You haven�t seemed yer usual self th�last few days.�
�N-nothing,� she assured him, wincing as her voice
sounded brittle and shrill. She cleared
her throat before speaking again, in what she hoped was a more normal
tone. �Maybe I have been working too
hard. I just want to be accepted by the
crew, that�s all.�
�You already are accepted by th�crew,� he told her. �They�d do anythin� fer you. Now, fer the next couple of days yer takin�
it easy, savvy? You can work in
th�cabin, an� if Gibbs has a problem with that, he can come an� see me
himself.�
Celia groaned to herself, covering her face with
her hands. �You�ve
done it now,� she admonished. �You have
no choice but to be with him.�
�Celia?�
�Hmm? Oh,
yes � that�s fine,� she replied, the shrillness returning to her voice. �Damn,
damn, damn! Stop
swearing! Oh, curse you, Jack Sparrow!�
�So are you comin� out fer supper?�
�Yes, I�ll just get dressed again.�
�All right,� Jack smiled, enjoying the mental image
of Celia naked mere inches from him, not realising that she was still fully
clothed. �We�ll soon have you right
again, eh?�
�I doubt
that,� she thought ruefully. �When will we arrive in Saint Georges?�
�A couple of days I reckon. Depends on th�winds an� currents.�
�What are currents?� Celia asked, wanting to steer
him onto a subject she knew he would sprout on about for hours, given the
chance.
�It�s where deep water moves in a different
direction ter that on th�surface,� Jack informed her, stroking his chin at her
change of tack. �Now what�s botherin� her, I wonder�?�
�So, how do you manage to sail if the sea is going
different ways?�
�I�m feelin� a little tired,� he apologised. �I�ll tell you all about it another
time. Come on, I can smell supper.�
�I�m ready,� Celia announced as she stepped from
behind the drape covering the doorway of the head.
�I think we�ll take it in here tonight. Go an�tell Toby, there�s a good girl.� Jack suppressed a smirk at the look of alarm
on her face then oggled her behind as she walked across the cabin. �Are those breeches shrinkin�?� he asked as
she pulled open the door. �They seem
tighter than usual��
�What?! Oh,
n-no� I don�t think so�� Celia fled out on to the main deck, her face burning
with mortification, leaving Jack chuckling quietly to himself.

�Well, Miss Hammond,� he mused out loud. �Have you decided I�m not an ugly, heartless
bastard after all?� He sat down in his
chair at the table, his eyes on the cabin doors. �It�s lucky fer you that my shoulder�s still giving me trouble,
or you�d be payin� off yer debt sooner than you anticipated�� Jack smiled to
himself and tipped his hat over his eyes, keeping a sharp listen out for when
the young girl returned. He was going
to have some fun with her � he was determined of that.
�Celia!�
Oliver Fernan hurried along the dark corridor, soon catching her up as
she made her way to the galley.
�Oh! I�m
sorry, Oliver, I was in a world of my own then,� she apologised, grateful that
he could not see her still burning cheeks.
�That�s all right,� he grinned. �I guess I ought ter make a little more
noise, so I don�t scare yer half ter death.�
�And I ought to stop going off in a trance,� she
smiled ruefully. �Then I wouldn�t be scared
half to death.�
�Where�re yer goin�?� the Irishman enquired. �It�s not quite supper time yet.�
�I know,� she sighed. �The captain wants his food in the cabin, I�m just going to
inform Toby.�
�Ah, an� yer goin� ter eat with us, eh?� he asked
hopefully.
�No, I will be dining in the cabin as well,� she
shrugged. �I�d better go and see Toby,
or he�ll be setting the places in the mess soon.�
�Perhaps th�cap�n�d like a nice wine with
supper? You an� me could go down
th�hold and fetch one, eh?�
�Oh� umm� I�m n-not sure��
�Ah, what harm would it do? Yer look like yer could do with a little
relaxation.�
�It is a sin to get drunk,� Celia reminded
him. �Especially for pleasure.�
�An� what other reason is there fer gettin� drunk?�
he teased. �B�sides, th�priests back in
Ireland were always gettin� drunk at th�drop of a hat. It never seemed ter bother them whether it
was sinful or not. Ah, Toby!� Oliver
called as he spotted the burly cook coming from a side cabin near the galley, a
basket of eggs in his hand. �Th�cap�n
an� Celia will be takin� supper in th�main cabin. We�re just goin� down ter th�hold ter find a bottle of wine.�
�He could have told me earlier,� Tobias Pellew
grumbled but without malice. �I�ll send
Elliot with it when it�s ready, all right?�
�F-fine,� Celia smiled nervously. �The captain will wonder where I am,� she
said to her companion as they went on their way along the corridor to a flight
of steps. �He might be angry��
�Th�cap�n?
Angry? It�s a rare thing ter see
him angry with anyone, especially over somethin� so trivial. B�sides, this won�t take long.�
The travelled down the ship to the hold in
companionable silence until Oliver stopped by a door and took a key from his
belt, holding it up in the lamplight.
�This is where th�special goods are kept. Only me , th�cap�n, Mister Gibbs and Gabriel hold a key ter this
door.�
�I-I s-see,� Celia stammered, her heart pounding
wildly at being this far in the bowels of the large ship. �C-can we h-hurry, please?�
�Ah, there�s nothin� ter be scared of,� he
laughed. �I�ll save yer from th�rats,
never fear!�
�R-rats� oh, my goodness��
�There�d better not be any rats in here or
th�cap�n�ll string me up by th�yardarm,� Oliver joked as he turned the key in
the lock, handing the lantern to Celia as he shoved open the thick, oak door
and beckoned her inside, closing it again once she was inside.
Celia�s eyes grew wide as she looked around the
store cabin, filled with chests, trunks and crates containing bottles of all
shapes and sizes. �What is in all
these?� she enquired in awe. �And what
will you do with them all?�
�A bit of everythin�. Clothes, jewels, wines an� port, silks � anythin� that is too
fine ter be stored with th�rest of what we purloin.�
�I wish you wouldn�t use words such as that,� she
sighed. �I can almost forget what it is
you do at times.�
�Needs must,� he shrugged. �It�s this or starve. Or be slaves��
�Surely there�s a legal occupation you could do?�
�Heh! Aye,
if I an� countless others can avoid th�authorities fer th�rest of our
lives. It doesn�t matter how small yer
misdemeanour, they hold it against yer forever.�
�But that is so unfair!� Celia declared. �Surely they can see that some people don�t
have enough to live on?�
�Aye, of course they can, but they don�t care. So long as they have food on their tables
an� a fine house ter live in, th�rest of us can starve. Now come on, this isn�t what we came down
fer.�
�No,� she replied, forcing a smile. �Why did Ja� Captain Sparrow become a
pirate?�
�Yer�d best ask him,� Oliver replied. �Because none of us know, �cept maybe Mister
Gibbs.�
�I�ve
tried. He won�t tell me.�
�Ah!�
he laughed. �We�ve even tried gettin�
th�cap�n blind drunk an� he still won�t say.�
�I�m
starting to think that you can�t get Jack Sparrow drunk,� she
observed. �He always seems��
�Drunk
when he�s sober an� sober when he�s drunk,� Oliver quipped, winking broadly at
her. �Here, this should do.� He held up a bottle of Italian wine, letting
the light from the torch shine through the glass bottle.
�Come
on then,� Celia urged, wanting to get away from the deep recesses of the Black
Pearl, but not wanting to hurry back to the cabin. She had a horrible feeling that Jack had
guessed how she felt about him.
�Aye. I told yer it wouldn�t take long.� Oliver reached out to open the door as Celia
stepped forward to do the same thing and his hand closed over hers on the knob. �Ah, Celia,� he muttered, turning her around
and into his arms, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her deeply.
�Oh! W-what on earth d-did you d-do that for?�
Celia gasped as she pushed him away.
�Oh, Lord, why did you do that?�
�I�m
sorry, Celia, me darlin�. I just� yer
must know that I like ya.�
�You�re
married!� she exclaimed.
�An� yer th�cap�n�s,� he sighed. �I�m prepared ter wait until��
�Until
he�s had me and I�m no longer a virgin?� she snapped, her voice betraying the
hurt she felt inside. �But surely I
won�t be half as desirable then, hmm?�
�No
longer a virgin?� Oliver echoed, frowning at her in the dim light. �Yer mean�?�
�He
hasn�t picked my cherry? No � he
hasn�t! Oh, let me guess, I�m suddenly
even more desirable��
�I-I��
the Irishman stammered, running his hand through his thick, wavy hair in
confusion. �I don�t want yer fer that,
surely yer must know. I thought
th�cap�n had already��
�No,�
Celia sighed, closing her eyes as turmoil raced through her head.
�I�m
sorry, darlin�. Please forgive me.�
�Oh,
Oliver� I�d like to go back up now, please.�
�Of
course,� the Irishman sighed, pulling the door open and leading the way along
the corridor with a small degree of difficulty as Celia had the torch and she
was behind him.
�I
do forgive you,� came her voice in the near darkness. �It�s just��
�I
know. Forget it ever happened, eh?� he
replied curtly.
�I
don�t believe this,� Celia lamented as she concentrated on picking her way
along the narrow corridor. �First I
think I�m starting to fall in love with Jack, and now Oliver goes and kisses me�� She yelped and put out a hand to steady
herself as she stumbled over something, giving a small shriek as a pair of
beady eyes gleamed back up at her.
�Bloody
vermin!� Oliver spat, aiming a hefty kick at the rat which went scurrying away,
squeaking as it went.
�T-thank
you. Oliver, I�m sorry��
�It�s
me who�s sorry. I shouldn�t have done
that, especially with th�cap�n�s woman.
He really will hang me from th�yardarm now.�
�I�m
not going to tell him!� she gasped, horrified at the thought. �He wouldn�t, would he?�
�I
don�t know,� Oliver shrugged. �I don�t
think I�d want ter risk findin� out, either.�
He turned to face the young woman once more, cupping her face in his
hand. �Do yer want him?�
�I-I
d-don�t know,� Celia whispered, trying to damp down the urge to kiss him
again. �B-but whether I do or not, it
would be wrong to� you�re married,� she fretted. �I will not become an adulteress as well as
a fallen woman.�
�If
yer give yourself ter him, you�ll be fallen � what�s th�difference?� he urged,
leaning to kiss her and frowning as she backed away.
�No! There�s only so far a woman can fall and I�m
already going down. I-I like you,
Oliver, but I�m not prepared to be an even bigger sinner by giving myself to
you, not that I�ll be giving myself to Jack,� she stated, ignoring the
questioning voice inside her head.
�Bugger!�
the Irishman cursed quietly as voices approached them and he moved quickly away
from the young woman, wishing he could have more time to try and persuade her
to change her mind.
�Who�s
that, then?� Noah Trinity called from along the dark corridor.
�Mouse
an� Miss Celia,� Oliver replied. �Just
fetchin� th�cap�n a bottle of wine from th�store.�
�Well
yer�d best hurry,� Jacob Sumner put in.
�Toby�s dishin� up soon.�
�Aye.� Oliver took the torch from Celia and handed
her the bottle before leading the way once more, nodding at his crewmates as
they passed them.
�Stupid,
stupid, stupid,� Celia reprimanded herself, keeping her eyes downcast, not
daring to look the other men in the eyes lest they discover what she and the
Irishman had been doing merely by looking at her. �How on earth did I manage to get myself into that position? I can barely cope with Jack�s advances,
let alone a married man�s,� she fretted as she and Oliver made their way up
through the ship in silence.
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