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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 4

Josette finished braiding her hair and then she sat up stiffly, her knees aching from crouching for so long. She dusted her already soiled breeches and sighed as she put her hat on her head. It seemed like she couldn’t stay clean for even an hour while at sea. It didn’t help that the time of the month was upon her. Every day she feared that someone would accidentally notice that something was different about her and that her secret would be revealed. Her heart beat loudly in her chest every time she had to run to the side cabin to replace the soiled rugs and she had to be quick enough to dispose of them so no one could see them. Washing clothes upon a ship was a chore, especially when you had to remove more than grime and sweat.
At times, she wished she were a man instead of a feeble girl running away from her misery.
She cursed quietly to herself as she looked down at her clothing. She was a mess and suddenly she was sick of her lack of clothes. She had hoped that she would earn some money and buy new clothes next time they made port but because of her low position she wasn’t granted much. Stifling a groan of resignation she shook her head and walked out of the hold with Jack’s much belated rum bottle in her hand. On her way to the cabin John fell into step beside her.
“Is it true that you fell asleep while waiting for the captain to come back from his wench?” he asked and she could detect a smirk in his voice even without looking at him.
“Yes.” She groaned as she stepped on the last step of the stairs and turned to look at him, “Am I the new joke? Aside from the fact that I am considered to be the Captain’s bitch?” she asked him with a hand on her hip and John faltered before he chuckled.
“Yes…and no. Not everybody thinks that you’re the Captain’s bitch. Although everyone did laugh when they heard that you fell asleep in the tavern.” John said and Josette rolled her eyes.
“Haven’t you ever fallen asleep in a chair?” she asked and he frowned.
“Eh…can’t remember.” He shrugged and she smirked.
“But you did fell asleep while on watch last week.” She pointed out and he scowled.
“Yeah, so?” he muttered before he walked away.
Josette sighed and turned to walk to the cabin. She knocked before she opened the door and entered the room. Jack was reclining in his bed, propped back against the pillows with something that looked like a journal in his hands. He had a quill in his hand and he was nibbling on the tip as he gazed at the page in front of him.
“Ahem, Captain?” she cleared her throat and Jack slowly looked up from the page.
“Ah, Josh.” He said as he lowered the journal and looked at her up and down, “What took you so long?” she asked and his gaze made her feel exposed, as if he could see right through her. It was unnerving the way his chocolate eyes could stare so intensely. It was almost hypnotizing and it explained why women fell at his feet even if he didn’t deserve it.
“Uh…I couldn’t find a chicken.” She stammered out a response and his serious face fell when he started laughing.
“Did you have any luck on finding it?” he asked and she shrugged.
“You could say that. I’m sorry for dallying. John got in my way.” She explained as she approached the bunk and placed the bottle on the small table next to it.
Jack pointed his quill at her and grimaced, “What happened to your clothes?” he asked as he fingered a small hole on her breeches.
“I happen to fall a lot. Especially when there’s a storm.” She took a step back and away from his invading finger.
“So change your bloody clothes.” He rolled his eyes as he returned to his journal.
“I don’t own anymore clothes, sir.” She told him bluntly and he looked up at her again.
“That explains it.” He commented as he looked at her, “You need to buy some then.” He advised and she frowned.
“Well I would if I had the money.” She commented dryly and Jack quirked an eyebrow at her response.
“Is that meant to offend me, lad? That I do not give my sailors their money?” he asked as he shut the journal loudly and looked at her expectantly.
Josette paused and averted her green eyes, “No, sir. I know that I am not supposed to get a big share. But that doesn’t mean that I have to be happy about it. I didn’t mean to offend.” She told him and Jack sighed.
“Go get one of me shirts from the chest. I don’t think the breeches will fit you.” He told her as he pointed to the corner.
Josette’s eyes lit up at his words and she had to stifle the urge to bounce as she walked over to his chest of clothes. She opened it and grimaced at the mess she found inside. Shirts and breeches were all mixed up and she snorted. That was not how she had placed them in there a few days ago. She had actually taken the time to fold them up after washing them.
“Something amusing?” Jack quipped.
“No.” she said as she picked out a shirt and then shut the chest, “Thank you.” She told him as she hurried to the side cabin so she could wash up and put on the clean shirt.
When she was done she stepped out and headed for the door when his voice stopped her.
“Josh.”
She turned and he beckoned her closer as he now stood next to the bed, his journal out of sight. She briefly wondered what he wrote in it.
He outstretched his hand and she tentatively opened her palm. He placed a few coins in it and nodded his head towards them.
“We’re heading to France. Once we’re there use them to buy a pair of breeches or proper clothes. Not a word to anyone or it’s your head, savvy?” he warned and she quickly nodded.
If someone knew that the Captain favorited her, it’d be bad, really bad for her. And for him. She tightened her fist around the money and smiled at him gratefully, really smiled.
“Good. Now back to work.” He dismissed her after shooting a strange look towards her lips; her smile. His eyes lingered there for a few moments before he looked away.
Josette didn’t notice and she walked out of the cabin, oblivious of his frown.
“Bloody hell, I’m going barking.” He shook his head before he sat in his chair and opened his compass.

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Josette rubbed the tar-soaked brush over the railing of the ship and sighed quietly to herself as she let the crewmen’s voices float around her ears. She paused momentarily to adjust the hat on her head so the heat wouldn’t hit her eyes and resumed her work.
“Here.” John thrust a flask towards her direction and she paused to take it from his hand.
“Thank you.” She said quietly as she brought the flask to her lips and took a small sip. She winced as she swallowed but didn’t comment on the fact that rum usually made her thirstier.
“Why are we going to France?” Josette asked as she passed the flask back to John who took a second brush and started helping her with the tar.
“Don’t you know?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and she frowned.
“Should I know?” she asked and he snorted.
“Well since you’re the Cap’n’s right hand and all I thought he’d tell you about his lass.” He replied and Josette stopped moving the brush, shocked.
“What?” she asked with wide eyes as she turned to look towards the closed cabin doors.
“So, you don’t know.” He chuckled and she shook her head, “Yeah, he visits her from time to time. He has a soft spot for her.” He said quietly as he raised the flask to his lips and Josette blinked in confusion.
“What, is he…courting her or something?” she asked in an equally quiet voice and John choked on his rum before he started laughing. Josette jumped at the loudness of it and even a few men turned to look at them. Gibbs who was at the helm rolled his eyes and shook his head from his spot.
“Good one, Josh!” John wiped a tear from his eye while Josette scowled.
“Stop laughing at me and explain then.” She snapped and John raised both his eyebrows in surprise at her tone.
“He met her a few years ago. He found her in a ship we pillaged. They were going to sell her as a slave along with some other women and children. She’s easy on the eye and she’s French.” He shrugged his shoulders at that last sentence as if it explained everything.
“Oh.” Josette nodded before she resumed tarring, her head lowered as she thought the idea over. She was surprised to hear something like that. He didn’t seem like a man who would be interested in keeping a permanent companion and judging by his various ladies in Tortuga and Port Au Prince she was probably right.
“Oi, Josh!” John snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention.
“Hmm?”
“Did you hear what I said?” John asked impatiently.
“Um, no.” she admitted and he scoffed, “What did you say?” she tried to placate him with a small smile.
“I said that aside from the fact that he’s visiting the woman he also pays for her expenses. What do you say to that?” John smirked.
“I have to say that I am surprised but that’s not so bad is it?” Josette shrugged before she smirked herself, “Haven’t you ever cared about a woman?”
John stiffened and shrugged, “Nope.”
“Liar.” Josette chuckled and he snarled.
“I am not.”
“Yes, you are!” she taunted as she took her bucket of tar and stepped back.
“Am not!”
“You are!”
“Fine, I am!” he blurted out and then his eyes widened. Josette smiled in triumph.
“What about you? Have you ever cared about a lass?” he asked with an evil smirk and Josette’s cheeks flushed.
“I…”
“Well?” John tapped his foot impatiently.
“Yes, do answer that, lad. We’re very curious.” Jack appeared out of nowhere and he wore a grin on his face. She wanted to wipe that smile from his handsome features.
Josette staggered at that thought. Since when did she think him handsome?
“I, well…I might have.” She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders.
The two men burst out laughing at her answer and she frowned.
“What’s so funny?” she asked as she rubbed her flaming cheek with her stained fingers and Jack clapped his hands in glee before he pointed at her.
“Aren’t you a little young for love, Josh?” he said through chuckles before he leaned forward and brushed a finger over her tar stained cheek. Josette flinched at the touch and she almost gasped out loud but she stifled the urge.
“You got tar on your face by the way.” He told her while smiling and she raised her clean hand to rub at the stain.
“No one’s too young when it comes to love.” She said quietly and both men went silent at her words.
Jack cleared his throat and then grinned, “Well spoken, Josh. Come eat with me when you’re done. I’m starving.” He said before he turned and went to check on Gibbs at the helm.
John blinked and then looked at Josette, “Come on. I’ll help you with the other side and we’ll be done before you know it.” He told her as he patted her shoulder and headed for the other side of the deck. Josette followed him in silence, confused by what had just transpired.

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A few days later, Calais…

Gibbs and Josette followed Jack as he walked ahead of them. They had passed through the docks minutes ago and they were still not close to Jack’s destination. Josette sighed and elbowed Gibbs gently.
“Is it far?” she asked quietly and Gibbs shook his head. She nodded and took her time to look at the town’s people and their establishments. Her eye caught a shop with men’s clothes and she paused.
“Um…’Scuse me, Captain?” she spoke up and Jack paused long enough to shot her a glance.
“Aye?”
“Can I go to…You know…” she trailed off as she looked at Gibbs and then at the shop to their right.
“You can. When you’re done come and find me…” he pointed towards a closed door just a few feet down the street, “There. Don’t be shy to knock.” He told her.
“Alright…” she muttered but before she had the chance to leave Gibbs’ voice stopped her.
“Do you have money?” he asked her and she hesitated.
“I have some. Thank you.” She replied while Jack carried on walking towards the house.
“I’ll meet you here in an hour then. Got to get some supplies.” The older man told her and she nodded.
Her eyes shifted to her Captain who was now knocking on the door. Josette took a deep breath and turned the other way towards the shop, not waiting to see the face of the mysterious woman.

End of chapter 4

Author’s note: We shall meet the French lady in the next chapter, fear not. :D

Xxx Lina :)
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