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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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Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Chapter 3

Josette held the fishing pole tightly in her hand as she stood next to David. She took a deep breath and tried, really tried to fight off the feeling of nausea that had taken over her body for the last couple of days. Being sick all the time was irritating and it was preventing her from doing her work right. She had to prove that she could stay aboard that ship and that she could earn her stay. She wasn’t sure if she could accomplish that with the lack of sleep though. Her hammock was nicer than the floor but she hadn’t gotten used to swaying just yet.
Her eyes left the waters and travelled around the deck until she spotted Gibbs talking with Jack at the helm. She still couldn’t understand why she had made him so mad by voicing the facts. When something unfair was going on she had to avert her eyes and ignore it like it hadn’t happened? How was that going to work? She only told the truth but judging by her Captain’s scolding and Gregory’s glare that had been a grave mistake. Greg had been giving her icy looks every time she happened to be near him and it was unnerving to say the least.
“So, you are seasick.” David broke her from her thoughts and she turned her attention back to the sea.
“I guess I am.” She mumbled as she swallowed hard.
“Hmm. That’s bad.” David chuckled as he turned to look at her. She started to smile too but when she felt bile rising in her throat she clumped her mouth shut. Her eyes widened and David frowned.
“What?” he asked but she only thrust the pole in his hand before she took a few steps away and emptied the contents of her stomach in the sea.
“Again?” David winced and shook his head as Josette tried to recover.
A flask appeared out of nowhere and she blinked in confusion.
“Drink.” The order was quiet and she took the flask before she raised her eyes to Jack who was looking at her thoughtfully. She hadn’t heard him approaching. That man was as quiet as a bloody cat.
She uncorked the flask and took a sip, feeling great relief when she realized that it was just water. She swallowed and closed her eyes briefly.
“Thank you.” She murmured tiredly as she opened her eyes.
“Sometimes I do wonder what you’re doing here, lad.” Jack murmured back as he looked at her face contemplatively.
Josette looked at her feet and Jack sighed.
“Come with me.” He said to her as he headed towards his cabin.
Josette followed him hesitantly and once she was inside he turned to her, “Shut the door.” He told her as he took off his hat and then started rummaging though his desk drawers.
Josette took a few steps closer to him and Jack looked up briefly with a frown, “Come closer, boy. I don’t bite.” He muttered before he turned back to his drawer. Josette approached the desk and took her time to study him. Feeling her eyes on him Jack looked up and she immediately lowered her gaze while fumbling with the water flask. Jack chuckled as he finally shut the drawer and opened a small wooden box.
“Aha!” he exclaimed triumphantly and she looked at him curiously, “Here.” He handed her a dry piece of leaf.
“What is this?” she asked as she looked at it carefully.
“It’s for your vomiting.” Jack stated with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair.
“For seasickness?” she asked in disbelief.
“Of course.” He told her as he reached across his desk for his bottle of rum.
“What is it?”
“Rhubarb.” He answered as he took a swing from his bottle.
“That’s poisonous.” She told him suspiciously and he laughed.
“That is why I am giving you such a small portion. I’ve used it.” He assured her but she still seemed hesitant.
“Do you not trust me?” Jack quirked an eyebrow and quickly shook her head.
“No, I do.” At that Jack smiled, “What do I do with it?” she asked him.
“Chew it. The taste’s a bit strange but it’ll help.” He told her and she tentatively brought the leaf to her lips. She popped it in her mouth a chewed, making a face while doing so.
Jack gazed at her amused and when she paused and waited he pointed to the pot, “Spit it out.” He instructed and she hurried to comply.
Once she had she made to place the flask to her lips but he stopped her.
“Don’t drink water right now.” He shook his head and she lowered the flask in disappointment.
“Thank you…What have you used it for, sir? I don’t think for nausea.” She told him and he smirked.
“No. Hangover.” He stated and she blinked, “It does weird things to your stomach.” He explained with amusement and she quickly nodded.
“I see…Well, I have to get back to fishing.” She said quietly as she headed for the door.
“Josh.” Jack called out to her and she paused at the door, “Here.” She turned and managed to grasp the compass he threw towards her.
“Give it to Gibbs.” He told her before he looked away.
Josette nodded and exited the cabin, closing the door behind her.

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A few days later…

“What is he going to do with the ship?” Josette asked John as they stood away from the gathered crew. The men were laughing and cheering as Gibbs distributed them their rightful shares of the booty.
“Nothing…Probably just let it go.” John told her quietly and she frowned.
“Aren’t we supposed to…destroy it?” she asked quietly and John chuckled.
“He doesn’t do that. And they didn’t really offer much resistance. There are women and children inside so he won’t harm them.” He explained and she nodded.
“Won’t you take your share?” she asked and he shook his head, “Why?”
“I’m punished for that quarrel, remember?” he said as he took a sip from his flask.
“Oh.” She muttered and then frowned, “But it wasn’t your fault.” She argued and he looked at her.
“That doesn’t matter. And you’d better remember that.” He told her as he walked away.
Josette stared after him before she heard her name being called.
“Oi, Josh! Grab!” Jack’s voice called and she turned towards him. She barely had the time to grasp the small pouch and when she did she looked at it with confusion.
“What is this?” she asked and Jack flexed his arm with a wince before he looked up at her with a small smirk.
“You’ll see. Come with me.” He said before he turned to Gibbs, “Port au Prince.” He told him and the older man nodded before he started barking orders to the crew.
Josette followed Jack inside the cabin and he immediately collapsed in his chair.
“Bugger.” He hissed as he looked at his arm.
“You’re hurt.” She noticed and he looked up at her.
“Aye. That bloody sailor cut me.” He said as he ripped apart his already ruined shirt and examined the cut, “Bugger.” He repeated and Josette approached him. She looked at his arm and then at him.
“I can stitch it.” She said and Jack looked up at her with surprise.
“Really? Why am I little iffy about that?” he asked with amusement and she rolled her eyes; a bold move that she wouldn’t have dared doing in front of him a few days ago.
“I know how to do it.” She told him and he raised his eyebrows.
“How?”
Josette hesitated before she rolled up her sleeve, revealing her arm.
Jack leaned close and inspected the small scar on her skin, his face serious.
“Why did you really want to leave Tortuga, lad?” he asked softly and Josette pulled her hand away.
“My father had separated from mother. He worked at the docks. My mother got married with a man…a sailor when I was about twelve.” She started and Jack listened carefully.
“And then?” he encouraged when she didn’t speak.
“My mother…she was…She had to work as a tavern girl. But she wasn’t just a tavern girl, you see. I stayed a lot of hours with her husband and I rarely saw my father. My father was a good man but he had no money. Anyway, my stepfather had a temper and he took it out on me. When I was sixteen I ran away from the house and went to live with my dad. He died a year after that but he was good to me. After his death I couldn’t leave alone so I left.” She finished and jack’s eyes darted to her arm.
“Did you stitch your arm on your own?” he asked as he reached over and took hold of her hand.
“Yes.”
Jack’s eyes inspected the scar and he smirked, “You did a bloody good job then.” His fingers brushed the rough patch of skin and she shivered. Jack let go of her hand and she quickly tugged the sleeve down.
“It wasn’t the only one…and I was alone. I had to.” She shrugged and Jack gazed at her intently, almost pensively, before he grinned.
“I still think that you have a girl’s hands.” He chuckled and her eyes widened, “But I guess I can let you fix up me arm. Go and get a needle and thread then.” He told her and she nodded.
When she was back with the needle and thread she found him staring intently at a silver, elegant dagger.
“Is that from the ship’s cargo?” she asked as she soaked a cloth in rum and took his hand.
“Aye. It’s small.” He commented as he outstretched his arm so she could clean the wound on his forearm, “Like your hands.” He smirked with a snort and Josette frowned.
“The joke is getting old, sir.” She muttered and she wondered if he had any idea how close to the truth he was when he was teasing her.
“Is it? Apologies then.” He chuckled as he put the dagger down, “Hand me that rum, will you?”
She handed him the bottle and he took a generous swing before he leaned back and watched her work. She placed the needle point over the lit candle on his desk and then picked up the thread.
“You can look the other way.” She told him and he snorted.
“And don’t see the look on your face as you pull the needle through me skin. No chance, mate.” He chuckled and she pursed her lips.
If he thought that she was going to faint at the sight he was gravely mistaken and she would prove it to him. With determination she started stitching and he yelped at the first probe.
“Ow!” he exclaimed and then shut his mouth embarrassed. As she continued stitching his eyes squeezed shut and he reached for the rum again, “Bloody hell.” He hissed through gritted teeth and she had the urge to smile. Who was ready to run again?
“Does it hurt?” she asked innocently and he glared at her.
“No, I just like to whine like a horse.” He told her dryly and she smiled a little.
Her Captain was fun after all.

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Port Au Prince

“Do I really have to come?” she asked Gibbs as they walked down the docks towards the closest tavern.
“Aye. We’re here to enjoy ourselves, lad.” Gibbs said as he slapped Josette on the back. She winced. Why did they have to do that all the time?
“Enjoy ourselves.” She repeated and then blinked, “What does that entail?” she asked and she heard a loud chuckle.
“It means that we might find you a lass, Josh.” Jack looked at her from over his shoulder, “Don’t think I didn’t hear all that squirming around last night.” He did a motion with his hand and Josette’s face scrunched up in disdain.
“I was not doing that.” She muttered but everyone laughed as if she had said something funny.
“The lad’s embarrassed. Leave him alone.” David said as he caught up with them and Jack turned to look at him.
“Decided to join us, Dave?” Jack quirked an eyebrow, “That’s a surprise.” He muttered and then paused.
“We’re here.” He announced before he walked inside the Fair Maiden.
Josette paused and looked at the tavern. Why all the taverns and whorehouses had such ridiculous names was beyond her.
“Come on, boy.” Gibbs pulled her along and as they entered the tavern Josette wished that she had fought harder to stay aboard the ship. The tavern was busy and loud music and laughter filled the air. She looked around and panic started rising inside her. There was no way she could stay there. She took a step back but then her captain suddenly appeared in front of her.
“You alright, mate?” he asked and she quickly nodded, “Come and sit.” Jack muttered as he pushed through the men and women. He pushed her into a chair next to Gibbs and the proceeded to sit next to her.
A tavern girl approached to take their order and Jack grinned at her.
“Lucille, three rums and be quick, darlin’.” He winked and the woman rolled her eyes at him.
“I always am.” She said before she walked away.
Jack chuckled and turned to Josette, “She’s a good woman albeit a bit feisty.” He commented and she nodded.
“Where are we headed next, Jack?” Gibbs asked as Jack’s eyes scanned the vicinity.
“We shall see, Gibbs.” He said as Lucille came back with their drinks. Jack pushed the mug towards Josette who wrinkled her nose.
“None of that, lad. You will try it.” Jack chuckled as he took a sip from his own mug and looked at her expectantly.
“Is that an order?” she asked as her fingers slipped around the mug.
“No”
“Yes.” Gibbs and Jack said at the same time and Jack glared at his first mate.
“He’s young. We shouldn’t push him to drink.” Gibbs said and Josette could have kissed him if she hadn’t been looking at the mug like it was poison.
“He won’t be young forever.” Jack stated as he gently elbowed Josette.
She sighed and then took a sip. Once the amber liquid fell down her throat her eyes widened and she coughed.
“Jesus!” she exclaimed as she touched her throat and winced.
“How can you drink that?” she asked Gibbs who shrugged and took a sip from his mug.
She coughed some more and then turned to Jack who had his hand up a woman skirt just next to her. Josette’s eyes widened as she looked at the woman on his lap. She was blonde and curvy with a nice pair of blue eyes.
“That was quick.” She whispered as she averted her eyes and she heard Gibbs chuckling next to her.
She could see from the corner of her eye as Jack laughed at something the woman said to him and she noticed as Jack’s hand squeezed the woman’s thigh almost affectionately before he freed his hand to reach for his mug.
“You know any good lass, Maria?” Jack asked her suddenly and Josette frowned.
“For whom?” the woman almost purred and when Jack turned to look at Josette she shook her head.
“No, no, no! I’m good, sir. Really.” she sputtered and Jack smirked.
“You sure?”
“Yes! I’ll just…you know drink.” She grabbed the mug again and took a tiny sip. She was relieved when no one bothered with her again but when Gibbs stood up she panicked.
“I’m just going to talk to Steve, the barkeep.” Gibbs motioned to the front of the tavern and she quickly stood up.
“I’ll come.” She offered but the older man shook his head.
“Nah, I’ll be right back.” He told her and she reluctantly sat back down, trying to ignore what was taking place next to her. Without her will her eyes shifted towards Jack and the woman and she was shocked when she realized that Maria was actually hanging from every word that left her Captain’s mouth. Jack had his arms around the blonde and he was talking animatedly while occasionally stopping to drop a deep kiss on her lips. It was mesmerizing to watch that Maria was melting like hot wax in Jack Sparrow’s arms.
As she looked at them Jack turned and caught her eye, “You alright there, Josh?” he asked as he suddenly pushed the woman off of his lap gently and patter her thigh before he stood up as well.
“Yes.” Josette said as she looked away.
“I’m going upstairs. Tell Gibbs.” He told her as he slapped a few coins on the table for their drinks.
“Right.” Josette muttered and Jack turned to the woman again.
“Get me a bottle, will you, love?” he winked at her and Maria hurried to comply while he turned towards the stairs.
Once Josette was left alone she frowned. Was she supposed to wait or not? Groaning she crossed her arms upon the table and laid her head between them, shutting out the rest of the world.

End of chapter 3

Author’s note: Thank you for reading. Jack’s starting to trust her, isn’t he?
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Xxx Lina :)
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