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Tangled Threads - A Story of Pirates	By : KiwiGirl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty Six - Wet Will...

They had eaten while the tub had been filled with one steaming pail of water
after another. Bread, cheese, a whole chicken, wine, fruit and pastries had
been delivered by a pretty dark skinned girl; she had smiled brightly when she
had placed the platter on the table.

�There be plenty more where this come from. Old Jones
said I was to bring as much as you needed.�

Jones had arrived shortly after, supervising the men and women who had lugged
the water up the stairs, he had entered the room his arms full of clothing
laying it carefully on one of the divans. Following him was a young boy who
carried pillows and blankets, upon Jones direction he laid these over the
larger of the low couches. Jones went to the heavy wardrobe holding up trousers
and dresses shaking them out before neatly hanging them.

�There should be something suitable here, I will collect your soiled garments
when I bring the evening meal, I realise that you are
not exactly guests but I do apologise, it is most
improper that you should be sharing a room.� He had hesitated then �if you need
anything just knock on the door one of the guards will call for me.� There was
heavy emphasis on the word guards.

�Thank you Jones� Will smiled �we have been in a cell
for the past week so this is most comfortable.�

�A cell� Jones mouth thinned �they put the young lady in a cell�� he shook his
head and muttered something under his breath.

�Jones!!� the door was kicked open and the man from the boat stood in the
doorway glowering. �My friends want more rum and we are hungry. Remember your
place old man.�

�I never forget my place Antonio� the older man looked coldly at the man at the
door �that is to follow your masters orders. I was to look after the girl, I
believe he also said something about keeping you away from her, so I must ask
you to leave�.now.� he clapped his hands and two of the men who had been
filling the tub materialised at his side.

�Jorge, Ernesto would you please take our master�s guest back to the dining
room, he requires some refreshments and food for his companions if you would be
so kind to inform the ladies of the kitchen.�

�Most certainly� the bigger of the two men smiled as he walked over to the door
way.

�I will not forget this� Antonio hissed as he turned on his heel.

*

The servants had gone, Jones had gone, he had not wanted to talk with them
after the altercation with Antonio, he seemed slightly
uncomfortable, very careful with his words as if he feared that he may have
said too much.

Bella wanted to ask him who his master was, what he wanted with her, but when
she had begun to walk over towards Jones Will had shaken his head sharply. She
glared at him and he had mouthed no at her. He had better have a good reason
she had thought as she had closed her mouth on her questions. If it wasn�t good
she could always ask Jones next time she saw him. Now they sat picking the meat
from the bones of the chicken, until finally Will stood up.

�You bathe first.� He picked a book from the shelf beside the writing desk �I
will read over here� he gestured at a soft chair, the chair that was the
greatest distance from the screened corner. The closest chair
to the door.

�Are you sure?�

�I am, just don�t use all the soap.�

Bella stalked to the wardrobe, �you smell just as bad as I do William Turner�
she moved the hangers, there were no breeches or shirts small enough to fit, it
seemed that Mr Jones felt she should be wearing
dresses. She gave a snort of disgust before pulling a blue dress from the rail.
The corresponding undergarments were neatly folded underneath. She took them
all but the corset; there was no way she would be wearing that. How on earth
would she even put the thing on anyway, surely Jones did not expect Will to
assist her. .the thought of Will helping her lace a corset bought her up short
and she could feel herself blushing. Where on earth had that thought come from.

*

Will sat on the soft chair trying very hard to concentrate on the words in
front of him. It was some dry history, in Spanish of course so it was hard
reading, but he tried, willed himself to concentrate on the writing on the page
to not think about the rustling sounds coming from behind the screen, to not
imagine Bella undressing. She was Jack�s sister, Jack�s sister he had to keep
that at the front of his mind, he must not think about how she had felt when he
had held her against him that brief moment back at the beach. He flicked a page
over he had read it but he had not seen it. He heard water splashing and a soft
moan; he could picture her naked lowering herself into the tub, that moan one
of pleasure. He almost groaned, Jack�s sister she was Jack�s sister and he had
a duty to her.

Bella gave a soft moan as she lowered herself into the tub, the hot water felt
wonderful. She leaned back, sighing in contentment before picking up the
lavender soap, she lathered it in her hand and began to wash, trying to be
quiet, trying to hurry, conscious of Will waiting in
the chair by the door. She ducked her head under the water wetting her hair
before lathering it thoroughly, it was knotted, tangled and she tried to drag
her fingers through it, to work the soap through. But the knots would not give;
she tugged and pulled until her scalp hurt but to no avail. Frustrated she gave
up. Surely there would be a comb somewhere that she could work the tangles out
with. She did not want to have dreadlocks like Jack, not at all. They looked
fine on him, they looked wonderful, they were part of Jack, but there were not
who she was.

Dressed in the blue dress but with the towel wrapped about her head she emerged
from behind the screen.

�The water is still hot�

Will looked up from his book, he blinked. Bella was in
a dress, a blue dress that made the blue of her eyes appear even more vivid.
Her face was slightly pink, from the hot water her presumed, oddly she had a
towel wrapped around her head. She did have a lot of hair,
perhaps that was normal when one had that much hair. He got to his feet,
clean clothes in his arms and disappeared behind the screen.

Bella sat at the dressing table staring at her hair, trying not to think about
the soft sounds she could hear from behind the screen. Will undressing, she
could see him in her head, shirtless like he had been that day that she had
knocked at Selena�s door. There was soft metallic clink, his belt buckle? She
screwed up her eyes trying to push the images out of her brain. She needed to
think about her hair, to try and get the knots out; she made a face at the
mirror. It was hideous and there was no brush, no comb. She put her fingers
into the tangled mess again. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the pain as she
tugged and pulled.

Half an hour later Will emerged to find Bella stalking
up and down the room. Her hair was a tangled mass haloing around her head; she
had her hands in it pulling at it. She whirled when she saw him �do you have a
knife � a belt knife?� her eyes were slightly wild and he answered very
cautiously.

�No Bella they took all my weapons. You saw them. What do you want a knife for
anyway?�

�My hair� she waved her arms wildly �look at it, I can�t get my fingers through
it. I need to cut it off, before it gets worse.�

�Can�t you comb it?�

�There is no bloody comb. I have to cut it off.�

�Well did you knock at the door?�

�At the door?�

�The door..� Will pointed
at the door �Jones said to knock if you needed anything.�

�Oh�no.�

Will masked a grin with one hand, and barefoot padded over to the door.

He knocked.

Bella scowled.

�What do you want?� The voice was gruff.

�We need brushes and a comb, for the lady�s hair, if you please.�
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