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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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Chapter 22

John gazed up from the floor as he sat on his hammock with his elbows on his knees. Josette was sitting next to him, still horror struck.
“I don’t get it. How did he find out?” he asked her quietly and she took a deep shuddery breath.
“I don’t know. Perhaps he…I don’t know.” Josette turned and looked at him with red rimmed eyes.
“I didn’t tell him anything. I haven’t told a soul.” He murmured and she nodded.
“I know.” She whispered as she briefly touched his hand, “I just have to tell him the truth. Which he knows, because I haven’t lied to him about the reason why I am here.”
“He will calm down eventually.” John said comfortingly and Josette shook her head.
“You should have seen him last night…I have never seen him like that before. He was so mad.” She said quietly before she turned her eyes on him, “For a minute I thought he was going to kill me.”
John grimaced, “Nah. He wouldn’t. He is fond of you.” He argued and Josette bit her lip.
“I haven’t told you something.” She whispered and John blinked.
“Oh, no. It’s bad, isn’t it?” he winced and she wiped at her cheek with her sleeve.
“I don’t know. But I think it’s the reason why he’s so mad.”
“Okay…What is it?” he took a deep breath in preparation.
“He…” she stopped and closed her eyes, “He kissed me.” She whispered and John’s eyebrows almost disappeared under his hairline.
“He what?” he exclaimed and Josette shushed him.
“Shh! Please keep your voice down. Someone could hear us.” She covered his lips with her clammy hand and he pulled it away to hold it in his own instead. The action grounded her, calmed her.
“Okay, sorry.” He murmured, eyes still wide, “But…you…you were supposedly a man.” He hissed and Josette gulped.
“I know…It puzzled me immensely but he did it…More than once.” She admitted and John’s jaw went slack.
“Oh, bugger…That’s a novelty. I mean, he does have his share of lasses but…That explains his anger.” John said and she nodded.
“That’s what I think too…He thinks I played him for a fool.”
“And in a way you did.” He said and she looked at him shocked, “I mean, it must have been confusing and shocking as hell for him to find himself attracted to a man.” He explained himself and Josette put her hands on her head and groaned.
“What a mess…Now, what do I do?” she asked him and John remained silent for a while.
“Just be honest.”
“You think he’ll throw me off the ship? Tell the others?” she asked and John frowned.
“I don’t think so. Maybe he will be mad for a while but throwing you off? That’s not him.”
“He did it to Greg.”
“He was a cad and he almost raped you. He deserved it.”
“And I don’t?”
“Josette, you saved his life. He won’t forget that. You saved mine too.” he murmured the last sentence.
“I am glad I did. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have anyone to whine at.” She said and his mouth twitched.
“You got a point.” He bumped her shoulder with his before he threw an arm around her shoulder and kissed her hair.
Josette’s heart soared at the gesture and she leaned her head against his chest, “Thank you.” She murmured as she shut her eyes and waited.
“Are you going to tell him that I know?” he asked after a while and she tensed.
“No.”
“No?” he cocked an eyebrow and she nodded against his chest.
“I won’t get you into trouble.” She murmured and his only answer was a heavy sigh of defeat.

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Hours later…

Josette looked from behind the stairs as the brown haired woman exited the cabin and slowly made her way towards the gangplank. Josette frowned at the uncomfortable way the other woman was walking in and bit her lip.
Who knows how he had dealt with his anger…Probably took it out on the poor woman. She shuddered when she recalled his furious expression and flashing dark eyes. The memory made her tremble.
Suddenly, the woman turned, looked at the cabin one last time and smirked with satisfaction, diminishing all of Josette’s previous thoughts of pity. Josette’s mouth dropped open as the woman turned and sauntered away with her head held high.
“Oh God.” Josette whispered as she stepped from behind the staircase and watched as the woman disappeared from sight.
Perhaps he wasn’t angry with everyone; just with her. She nervously wrung her hands as she gazed ahead but when the cabin door cracked open she froze.
“You can come in now.” His voice was low and husky as if he had just woken up but she knew better. He had other things to do than sleep.
The thought made her angry for some reason but she managed to keep her expression calm as she slowly turned towards the cabin door.
He was no longer there. She frowned but then decided that it was better to just go in there and be done with it. She no longer wished to drag things out. She was already in deep trouble anyway. It’d do no good to enrage him further.
She took a few steps closer but then she stopped. She took a deep calming breath and continued walking.
She peered inside the cabin tentatively, despite the fact that he had just invited her in. The room smelled of stale alcohol and his scent combined with the odor of cheap perfume made her dizzy.
She resisted the urge to cringe when she noticed the rumbled sheets and his discarded clothes. As she looked up at him she noticed that he was in the same shirt and breeches from the previous night.
He was standing with his back to her in front of his desk and when he heard her approaching he suddenly turned to face her.
His face was impassive and composed; the complete opposite from furious. He was as calm as ever and his body was relaxed. Clearly he had calmed down since she had last seen him.
His eyes bore into hers for a few seconds before he suddenly threw her sword at her. She jumped as it fell on the floor in front of her feet with a loud clatter.
“Sir?”
“Leave the ‘sir’ out when you’re addressing me, lass. I am not your Captain.” He murmured and she felt her heart dropping to her belly.
“But-…”
“Pick it up.” He ordered in the same quiet tone and she looked at the sword, “Pick it up, love.” He repeated when she hesitated.
“But you said that…” she trailed off and he smirked.
“You said you wanted lessons and I gave you lessons. Now let’s see if we can perfect you…And then…” he trailed off as he appraised her with dark glimmering eyes, “Then you can tell why you’ve been letting me slip my tongue down your throat when you are pretending to be a man.” He said and her cheeks flushed.
“I could ask you the same.” She whispered and he cocked an eyebrow.
“I am a man.”
“You didn’t know that I was a woman when you did it.” She shot at him and a slow salacious grin formed on his handsome face.
“Touché, love.” He whispered as he slowly brushed her collarbone with the tip of his sword. His eyes suddenly darkened, “Pick up the sword, lass. Now.” He told her as he took a step back and regarded her with mischievous eyes.
Tentatively she did as she was told but then looked up at him with wide eyes, “I don’t think I remember anything you’ve taught me.” She whispered and Jack cocked his head to the side.
“Don’t worry. You can’t forget it. It’s like sex. You remember it. But I guess you wouldn’t know, would you?” He said with a smirk and she felt her cheeks burning with color.
“Captain-…”
“I told you that I am not your Captain, lass.” He narrowed his eyes and she gulped, “Ready?” he murmured as he gazed at her speculatively.
Josette’s knees trembled as she nodded but she did so nonetheless. What else could she do?
“I thought we were going to talk.” She whispered as he circled her like a predator.
“And we will. But not yet. Come.” He told her as he came to stand in front of her and then smirked, “Give me your best shot, love.” He said and she did.

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The tattered shirt split open in two and a gasp left her mouth as she shifted her wide, terrified eyes to look at Jack. Now what?
“I told you; never take your eyes off your enemy.” He murmured as he gazed down at her with satisfaction. They had been at it for an hour and she felt like she was going to collapse. She had received various, superficial cuts but she had managed to hurt him once. A small x shaped incision on his cheekbone was her only victory; a victory which of course had happened by accident rather than real talent.
“Look at me.” He murmured and she inhaled sharply as sweat slid down her forehead to her cheek. When she hesitated he sighed and placed the tip of his blade under chin.
“I won’t murder you, lass. Look at me.” He repeated and she swallowed hard before she complied.
Tremulously, she raised her eyes to his and he grinned widely as he leaned against his desk almost lazily. His eyes were dark and his posture lax, still under the influence of the rum he had just recently consumed. That’s why he was so relaxed.
“So, Joseph,” he started then smiled as he leaned over and untied the cord that kept her braid together, “Josh.” The nickname rolled off his tongue slowly while his eyes shone with curiosity and something else. His hand shook her hair out of the braid and it fell in auburn waves down her shoulders. He pulled back while still keeping the sword against her skin.
“Now I understand why there wasn’t anything visible in those breeches.” He commented as he gazed at her crotch, “And here you had me thinking that the ladies of Tortuga simply weren’t doing it for you.” He let out a chuckle as he brushed the tip of his sword up and down her neck. The coldness of the metal made her shiver.
“Now, are you going to explain to me why you’re on my ship, lass?” his eyes changed and lost their playfulness. They darkened menacingly and she gulped.
Not again!
“I don’t appreciate deception, love.” He hissed when she remained silent.
“No. You’re simply the master of it.” She replied, letting the words flow out of her mouth in her real, calm feminine tone. It was true. He was pretty good at lying himself.
Jack’s eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath to calm himself.
“Let’s take it from the beginning then, shall we?” he said to her calmly and she closed her eyes before she took a deep breath.
“I didn’t mean to lie to you.” She whispered as she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Explain that.” His reply was brusque.
“When I first came here…I was dressed in men’s clothing because I didn’t want to be recognized and because I didn’t have any other clothes to travel in. As I came here, Mr. Gibbs thought me a boy and offered me work so…I found it easier to just go along with it rather than reveal that I am a woman. When no one realized that I was a female, I was convinced that this was the way to go. I knew that women are not welcome upon ships. I-…”
“You obviously do not know me then.” He cut her off sharply and the words hurt. She thought that she did.
“I’m sorry?”
“I am not known for throwing people off my ship because of their sex. What makes you think that I wouldn’t let you stay?” he quirked an eyebrow and she quickly tucked her hair behind her ear. His eyes followed the movement before they focused on her face again.
“You would have let me stay as a member of the crew?” she asked him and he pursed his lips.
“Perhaps not but-…”
“You see?” she shook her head.
“I was not finished.” He hissed and she flinched before she looked down. She noticed that her bound chest was visible through her ruined shirt and quickly grabbed the ends and covered herself. When she looked up, she noticed that his gaze was there as well.
“What I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, a thing which you shouldn’t have done since you continue to address me as your Captain,” he pointed out and she looked away, “Is that I might have not allowed you to be a part of the crew but I would agree to drop you off at any port that you chose.” He said and she closed her eyes.
“I made a mistake.” She murmured and he chuckled.
“Mistake? Aye. And it will cost you.” He replied and her blood ran cold, “What I can’t understand is how you managed to keep your secret for so long…” he trailed off as he sheathed his sword and brushed his thumb over his lip in thought, “Or perhaps you didn’t.” he said as he stared at her.
Josette tried to keep her face neutral.
“Does someone know?” he asked and she quickly shook her head.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” he quirked an eyebrow and she nodded again.
“Yes, I am.”
Jack looked at her for a moment longer before he turned from her and started pacing up and down. He paused by his desk and grabbed his almost empty bottle of rum and took a greedy sip.
“Perhaps you’ve drunk enough?” the words were out of her mouth before she could censor them and he froze. Slowly he turned to look at her.
“You dare give me advice after what you’ve done?” he murmured as he turned and approached her, “Of course you do. You’re a woman.” He continued in his eerily quiet voice and Josette took a step back, “That’s why I don’t trust women. All you know is betrayal.” His eyes bore into her own wide ones.
“You’ve told me that before.”
“Aye. And I should have realized what you are then. You knew about Adele and you didn’t tell me. I guess women support one another.” He commented dryly and she almost blurted out that she had been forced to keep the woman’s secret but she held her tongue.
“Nothing to say? Pity.” He looked down at her for a few more seconds before he turned from her and brought the bottle to his lips again.
“I am sorry.” She whispered but it was loud enough for him to hear.
“Are you?” he asked as he leaned against his desk.
Josette looked up at that and nodded, her eyes drawn to the trickle of blood that marred his cheek.
“Is anything else you told me even true? About your mother?” he asked with a grimace and she blinked.
“Of course. You’ve seen the marks. I did not lie. I would never lie about something like that.” She told him fiercely but he only continued to stare at her.
“But you would have still led me on in believing that I am attracted to a boy, is that correct?” his eyes were piercing her.
He was right. God, he was right. She should have drawn the line when he had first touched her differently.
Oh God. He is attracted to me? Her heart fluttered around in her chest at the notion.
Focus! Her inner voice scolded her.
“I am sorry.”
“It always made me wonder why you never put up much of a fight.” He murmured as he looked her up and down, “At first it was funny…That you kept refusing female company and then…” he pushed away from the desk and approached her, “Then I started thinking that maybe you didn’t like lasses…or that you were too shy. Either one.” he spoke quietly as he came to stand right in front of her. His fingers reached out and fingered a lock of her auburn hair and she tensed.
“When I kissed you and you didn’t pull back I was certain of it.” He said as he let go of her hair and trailed his hand down her shoulder. His fingers skimmed her arm until he let his hand rest on her hip.
“Now that I see you for what you really are…” he whispered as he let his hand slip between the folds of her ruined shirt. His fingers encountered the naked skin of her belly and her muscles flexed at the touch.
“I see nothing worth the trouble that I went through for you.” He said and it was like he had slapped her, “That was always the case of course but you were always there. Always eager to work and do my biding. You were rather amusing and easy to be around. And it was something about you…” He continued as his hand slid closer and closer to her bound chest, “That’s what made me so mad. You’re nothing but a little thing though, aye?” his breath fanned over her lips as he spoke and on an impulse she placed her hands on his chest.
“Is this why Greg did what he did?” his eyes lit up with realization and her eyes widened, “Did he find out your secret?”
“Yes.” She admitted. It was no use lying to him now.
“What did he really want?” he asked and she swallowed hard as his fingertips got closer and closer to her breast, “Did he want to fuck you?” he murmured and his breathing hitched as his fingers finally found their destination, “Hmm?”
“Please, stop.” She said as she used her hands to push him away.
He raised his hands up in surrender and stepped back, “What’s your name?” he cocked his head to the side and she was dizzy from how easily he switched subjects, “Or is that a secret as well?” he asked and she licked her dry lips as she pulled her shirt together again.
“Josette.”
“Josette.” He repeated, “Josette. Is that French?” he asked and she was lost.
“I…I don’t know. Perhaps.” She stammered and he took another sip from his bottle before he spoke again.
“Well, it was…interesting meeting you, lass. You may gather your things now.” He told her as he turned away from her.
“What?” she whispered and he sighed.
“Do I always need to repeat myself with you?” he turned his head to look at her from over his shoulder, “You may gather your things. You have until the end of the day to get off my ship.” he said slowly, enunciating every word as if speaking to a child.
“Please,…can’t I just-…”
“Just what?” he snapped, “I am not going to change my mind. Not this time. I may have brought you back once before but I won’t do it again.” He snarled and she stilled.
His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he had just said.
“What?” she took a step forward as he averted his eyes, “You were the one who brought me back? I thought Mr. Gibbs…” she trailed off and he grimaced.
“It seems like I’ve done some mistakes of my own.” He grumbled.
“You told him to make me stay?” she was shocked.
What did that mean?
“Aye. It seems like you didn’t appreciate the sentiment.” He muttered as he looked at her.
“But I did! I do!” she argued, “I am so grateful for anything you’ve done for me. Please, don’t make me leave. I’ll do anything you want.” She whispered and he smirked.
“Anything? Now that’s an interesting suggestion…” he trailed off as his eyes perused her body, “If I was interested, of course.” He said and she gasped.
“Please, Sir.” She started, ignoring his harsh comment, “I did everything in my power to be good enough in order to stay here. Please, don’t make me leave like that. It’s still me. I’m the same person.” She said softly and she could see the inner battle taking place behind his stormy eyes.
His hands flexed and un-flexed until he closed his eyes and sighed, “I am sorry, lass. I can’t. The Josh I knew wouldn’t lie to me.” he murmured and it sounded like he was almost forced to say the words.
He looked at her one more time before he turned away from her.
Josette stared at his back for a while, silently praying that he might change his mind, but when he ignored her and started tidying his desk, she sighed and stepped towards the side cabin to do as she was told.

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Josette slipped out of the side cabin and looked at his desk. He was still there except that now he was sitting down.
Taking a deep breath she started walking towards him. He looked up at her and frowned.
“Done so soon?” he murmured as his eyes looked at the small bag that had her belongings.
“Yes. This belongs to you.” Josette said quietly as she slid the silver dagger towards him from across the desk.
Jack’s eyes looked up at her long and hard before he stiffly nodded and reached out to take it. His rough fingers brushed against hers and she quickly pulled her hand away.
“I am sorry for lying to you.” She whispered but he refused to meet her eyes. He had suddenly found his rings very fascinating.
“Thank you for everything…Jack.”
It was the first time she had called him by his name and it felt different…liberating almost.
She nodded quietly to herself and then carried on walking towards the door. As she opened the door his hand shot out, out of nowhere, and slammed it shut again. She gasped sharply as she felt his body against hers and her eyes drifted closed when he snaked an arm around her waist and let it rest upon her stomach. His nose skimmed up her cheek before he buried it in her loose hair.
“Damn you.” He breathed as he reached up and clasped her chin between his fingers. He turned her head so she was facing him and then leaned down. His lips touched hers in a light kiss which got deeper and rougher as his breathing quickened and his grip on her tightened. Josette barely had the time to reciprocate for all too soon he pulled away and released her, still breathing heavily.
“Go.” He told her quietly as he stepped back from her and headed back to his desk.
By the time he looked at the door again, she was gone.

End of chapter 22

Author’s note: Eeep! Don’t kill me! I had to do this, I swear!
Please tell me what you think. I am very anxious to hear your thoughts. Thank you for reading!
Until next time, loves!

Xxx Lina :)
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