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Where I Belong	By : inverclacky Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: If I were Disney I would own Captain Jack Sparrow and every other character in Pirates of the Caribbean. I am NOT however Disney and therefore DO NOT own anything

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Chapter 2

It wasn�t until after Jack had left the cabin that Josephine realised she was completely naked beneath the blanket. God, he must have seen everything. She was horrified to think that he might have seen what she couldn�t remember any man ever seeing before. While he was gone she decided to quickly check herself for any injuries she might have received. She winced as she moved around so she knew there were a few bruises. As she felt her face she discovered a cut above her left eye that she assumed she had received during the apparent storm.
A few minutes later Jack came back in with a plate that held some cuts of meat and some fruit in one hand, and a mug of rum in the other.
�Simple, but filling,� he said with a shrug.
Josephine didn�t move, but just sat there clutching the blanket round her as though she thought it was going to be ripped away at any moment. Jack held the plate out to her but still she didn�t move. He put the plate on his desk and then leant down so his face was mere inches from hers. With curiosity in his eyes he waved a hand in front of her face.
�You still alive in there lass?� He asked with a cock of his head.
�Don�t you touch me,� Josephine screamed suddenly.
Jack staggered back in shock nearly dropping the mug. �What makes you think I want to touch you?� He said after a moments thought.
�Because I�m naked. You must have undressed me. Why shouldn�t I think that is what you are after? What makes you think you are worthy of me Jack Sparrow? You just stay away from me you bloody pirate. I may not know who my father is right now but he will have you hung for this, I�m sure of it.�
�And you thought that jumping to conclusions was the best course of action? Interesting.�
�You mean you don�t want to�You know?�
Jack just raised an eyebrow.
�Have your way with me and then kill me?�
�If I wanted to have my way with you I would have done so already, and you would be in with my crew as we speak. Not wrapped up in a nice warm blanket with a plate of food and a mug of rum.�
Realising he was still holding said rum, he thrust it in to her hands and turned to get the plate.
�But you�re pirates, it�s what you do isn�t it?�
�Not on this ship.�
He took a bit of chicken as he walked over to her and put it in his mouth.
�Just proving to you it�s not poisoned love,� he said as he put the plate on the bed.
�But you did undress me?� Josephine asked.
Jack flung his cabin door wide open and yelled �Anamaria.� He then sat with his arms folded and waited. Seconds later the door opened again and the female pirate stepped in.
�Aye Captain,� she said.
�Anamaria, may I introduce you to whatsername, the lass we found earlier. Whoever you are, this is Anamaria, the only female member of my crew, and the only person on this ship that has seen you in your all togethers.�
�You mean you didn�t�?�
�No.�
�You haven�t�?
�No. Now, I will let you two get better acquainted. There are some things that need my attention on deck. Eat up love or you�ll waste away.�
Ana turned away so that Josephine couldn�t see her smirking.
�So, you�re the one who undressed me?�
�Aye.�
�So, I assume I was wearing clothes earlier, are you going to tell me where my dress is or do I have to walk around in my, all togethers?� Josephine asked sarcastically.
�Firstly, you don�t give the orders around here, Jack does. And second, if you want to know where your dress is you will have to ask him, he�s the one that took it off.�
�But you told me that you were the one that undressed me.�
�I did. What was left.� At the look of horror on Josephine�s face Ana went on. �Look, if Jack had not removed your dress it would have pulled the pair of you down to the bottom of the sea. Do you have any idea how heavy a dress of that size is when it�s wet? Jack did what he had to do to get you out alive. And if that meant showing a bit of leg, then so be it. Better that than dead. You need to get your priorities right. You wont last long on board The Pearl if you don�t.�
�The Pearl?�
�Aye, that�s the name of this ship. The Black Pearl.�
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A couple of hours later Jack came down into his cabin to find Josephine sat on the edge of the bed, blankets wrapped tightly round her.
�Where is my clothing?� She asked.
�We left it behind.� Jack replied.
�You mean my dress is still out there, floating in the sea?�
�I had bigger things to worry about at the time. If it�s any consolation to you, your undergarments are dry. They�ve been out on deck drying in the evening sun.�
Josephine pressed a hand to her cheek. �You mean in full view of your crew?� She asked.
Jack raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, looking everywhere but at the woman that sat before him.
�Do you have anything else I can wear? I can�t very well walk around wrapped in a blanket now can I? Please?�
Jack swaggered over to a chest in the corner, still avoiding her eyes, and started pulling things out. He threw discarded items over his shoulder onto the floor. Finding what he was after he handed a shirt and a pair of breeches to her.
�These should fit you. I suggest you try them on in the morning, you�ve had a long day and should get some rest. I�ll fetch your slip for you to sleep in.�
He then left his cabin and closed the door firmly behind him. On his return he saw the door to his cabin open just as he was reaching for the handle.
�Where are you going?�
�To find a bathroom.�
�We don�t have one.�
�But then where do you�? What do you�?�
�Love, I think along with forgetting who you are, you�ve also forgotten how to finish a sentence. There�s a pot under the bed. When you�ve finished with it just tip it over the side of the ship. The contents, not the pot.�
�That is just so� uncivilised.�
�Were pirates love, no one said we had to be.�
�Well I presume you have a bath tub.�
Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side of the ship, she was still wrapped in her blanket. �What with all the crew and plunder I have, there isn�t much space onboard. Why waste what little space there is with a bath tub when we have the entire Caribbean at our disposal?�
�You mean you just jump in there?�
�Aye.�
�Why did I have to be rescued by pirates?� Why not a merchant vessel? Or a nice raft?�
�Something tells me you are not exactly appreciative of our hospitality.�
�Oh bugger off.�
�Such language from a Lady. Why don�t I just toss you over board then. There�s bound to be another ship along in the next day or two. It might be a merchant vessel or it could be another pirate ship. If it is the latter, do not make the mistake of thinking they will be as gentlemanly as we are. Now the question is, are you willing to take your chances, or are you not?�
�No. I would like to stay on board, please,� she said in a small voice. �What makes you think I am a Lady?�
Jack reached out and grabbed her wrist. He then ran his other hand over her palm and fingers.
�These hands, soft hands, Ladies hands. Hands that have never done a days work in their life. Number two, the way you talk. Like you�ve got a mouth full of plunder.�
His eyes glazed over for a moment at the thought of discovering said treasure.
�Number three, the way you hold yourself tall and straight, like you are used to being looked at, admired. And number four, that dress you were wearing when we found you was not exactly a maids uniform. I�ve seen enough in my life to know a Lady when I see one.�
His eyes looked down to where she was clutching the blanket around her with her free hand.
�With or without a posh frock.�
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�That pillow wont have much stuffing left by the time you�re finished with it.� Jack said from his position on the floor.
He had told Josephine that Anamaria would not give up her cabin for all the rum in Tortuga, and so she was now laid in his bed. He had decided to be a gentleman and sleep on the floor, but as the minutes passed he was beginning to regret it.
�I�m sorry. It�s just that you have no idea how frustrating it is not knowing who I am or where I come from. Do you think my parents will be looking for me and have sent word to other ports?�
�It�s possible.� He sighed, folding his hands under his head.
�Couldn�t you take me to the nearest one? We could find out if anyone knows anything.�
�Out of the question love.�
�Why?�
�Because if you�re the Lady I think you are, your parents would be willing to pay a pretty penny for your safe return.�
�Well if that is the case then someone must be willing to help me, if only to collect the reward.�
�You don�t understand. There�s not many a port in the Caribbean that pirates do not frequent. If word has got out that you are indeed missing, you will be in danger.�
�But surely no reward would be given were I not returned to my parents alive?�
�You�d be surprised what you can live through. Many pirates would hurt you just for the fun of it. As long as you are still breathing when they come to collect what is owed them.�
The only answer Jack received was the steady sound of Josephine�s breathing.
�You still awake love?�
�Yes. I just have a lot of thinking to do right now.�
�Get some sleep. There�ll be plenty of thinking time tomorrow.�
�Yes, of course. Goodnight Captain.�
�Mmm.� He answered, secretly pleased that she had remembered to call him Captain.
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The next morning Josephine awoke to an empty cabin. Jack was no where to be seen. She got out of bed and quickly put on the clothes Jack had given her the evening before. Just as she was reaching for a piece of leather on the desk to tie her hair with she started to feel quite dizzy. Holding onto the edge of the desk to steady herself she closed her eyes.

�Eddie, there you are. I�ve been waiting for you.� Seeing the look on his face Josephine placed a hand on his arm to show her concern. �What�s wrong Eddie?�
In his hand he held an envelope which he passed to Josephine before sitting down.
�Read it,� he said quietly.
She opened the envelope and pulled out the slightly crumpled letter from inside and began to read.
As she got half way down the page she stopped reading and placed a hand over her mouth.
�No,� she whispered. �It can�t be. You mustn�t go, not with him.�
�I have to Joey. He�s my father. He�s come back for me. I must go with him.�
�But Eddie, he�s a pirate.�

As she was coming out of the trance, her grip on the desk lessened and she was aware that her breath was coming in shallow gasps. �What was that?� She thought, placing a hand to her chest in an effort to control her breathing.
She then smoothed her hair out of her face and tied it with the piece of leather from the desk. Just then Jack burst in and Josephine spun round with a gasp.
�Ah good, you�re awake,� he said. �I think we�ve just found a piece of the puzzle. Do you recognise anyone on here?� And he handed her quite a large piece of paper.
�Where did you get this?�
�After we pulled you out we managed to salvage some things from the wreck.�
�Stole you mean.�
Jack just shrugged. �We were just looking through it all when I found this.�
Josephine looked at what was in her hand. It was a portrait. There was a woman sat in a chair and was wearing the grandest dress she had ever seen. Beside her stood a young girl of no more than twelve or thirteen years of age. Behind them stood a man sporting a rather grand looking moustache, he had a hand on each of their shoulders. Josephine�s eyes flew to the bottom where she found an inscription. Governor Charles Bell, Lady Penelope Bell, Josephine Bell.
�I was thinking the lass looked a bit like you,� Jack said.
Josephine touched her fingertips to her cheek. �Do you have a mirror?� She asked.
�Somewhere around here,� Jack said, and turned to look through a drawer in his desk. �Here it is,� he said in triumph.
She took it from him and studied her reflection. The girl in the portrait was the same as the one in her vision, but a few years younger. She knew it was her. It couldn�t be anyone but her.
�It is me,� She said.
�Well Josephine, I assume that is your name. I told you, you were a Lady.�
At that moment, Josephine made the decision not to tell Jack about the vision she had seen. At least for the time being.

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