A Most Unusual Interest | By : Nemain Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 5187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Thirty Five (NC-17)
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“What about your ship?” Myrtle
cried, ducking involuntarily as a volley of cannon fire arced overhead.
“It,” Jack
muttered, “will be just fine.” He pulled
hard on the oars, slicing through the water effortlessly as they neared the
thin stretch of beach near the docks.
Dark ships swept past them, more noisy than
Myrtle would have thought possible one short year ago. She cringed at the next blast from a cannon
and the sound of cracking wood and shouts which followed it. “I trust Gibbs.”
“Gibbs
isn’t the problem,” she replied, clutching the sides of the longboat with white
fingertips, squeezing so tightly the blood refused to flow to her digits. “That,” she added, her voice becoming almost
conversational, “is!” She nodded towards
the docks and the ships still mobilizing to meet the alleged pirate
threat.
“No worries, dove,” he grinned—an honest, genuine grin, his
first in days—and shipped the oars. “In
we go!”
“What?” she
cried, forgetting to remain quiet. Before she could
demand further, he had tipped the longboat, self and all, sideways. Myrtle clung valiantly to the side but
failed, her grip breaking as Jack swatted her hands. She slipped into the water with a murky
splash and a gasp of shock. This was the
second time in less than a week that she had been plunged into the Caribbean
Sea by a pirate. “This,” she
panted, trying to tread water, “had better not be…a….trend!” She was choked off
as something wrapped around her ankle and she could not come up for air. It cut her, whatever it was, and seemed to
tangle worse even as she tried to disengage.
She sucked in a lung full of salt water and began to choke when she felt
a hand on her ankle, then blessed freedom.
She bobbed up to the surface, gagging and gasping and retching, Jack
treading water beside her. “What…”
“Lobster trap, dearheart. One of life’s great ironies, I’d say. A
person caught up in one of them… happened to Will once you know…” He seemed ready to bst ist in thought as he
began to move towards the wooden pier, his voice trailing jovially behind him
as he swam away.
Myrtle glowered and
kicked after him. He was looser now, she
realized, more relaxed now that they were at Port Royal This surprised her—she had thought him a purely seafaring man,
not one given to the comforts of hearth and home. She doubted if he even knew the day, so
divorced was he from society as a whole.
“Why,” she gasped, struggling closer, trying to kick off her shoes and
paddle at the same time, “are you…so damn cheerful?”
“Shhh,” was
his only response. He bobbed in the
water then pulled himself onto the pier, still smiling. Black kohl streaked his cheeks but did not
seem to diminish around his eyes as he grinned down at her. Myrtle followed raggedly, panting as she
flopped onto her back on the wooden pier.
“Jack
Sparrow,” a cool voice came from the darkness.
“Captain,”
the pirate corrected, his face creasing with irritation, “Jack Sparrow.” He
stepped between Myrtle and Norrington almost
unconsciously, dripping seawater onto the already wet deck but standing
regally, his chin tilted and eyes narrowed, as if he had not a care in the
world. “Happy new year
to you, Commodore.”
Myrtle’s
eyes flew wide as she realized that yes, it was indeed
New Year’s Eve. She had missed the
holiday seaentientirely, the few short weeks seeming more like years since she
had arrivedthe the Caribbean. Norrington’s
intense gaze made her feel uncomfortable, as if he were trying to delve her
deepest secrets without saying a word. “You
are both,” he said sharply, “to come with me.
The governor knew you would be coming soon.” Norrington sounded
as if the very words burned his throat. “He requests your
presence immediately.”
“We would
love to,” Jack declared, making a sweeping bow, “but unfortunately, we have a
prior commitment with the man’s good daughter.”
He nodded cordially
then offered his arm to Myrtle. “Shall we darling?”
She raised
a brow but took his elbow. “Norrington,” she murmured, fluttering her lashes
demurely.
Norrington groaned under his breath, almost too quiet to
hear. He stepped in front of Jack,
pistol drawn. “I’m afraid not… it seems
you are to be put under arrest if you choose to ignore orders, Captain Sparrow.”
Jack winced
slightly. “Looks like we’re going to be
a tad late for dinner.”
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