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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 6

A few weeks later

Gibbs heaved a sigh and shook his head, “Cap’n?” he called as he climbed up the stairs to the helm.
“Aye?” Jack replied but his eyes didn’t stray from the rigging. He had been staring at it for quite sometimes with his lips pursed.
“I just confirmed that-…”
“The bloody rigging needs fixing, again?” Jack cut him off and Josette who was standing on the back, sharpening Jack’s sword looked up at that.
“There’s a problem?” she asked and Gibbs nodded.
“Aye. The spar needs to be repaired.” He said and Josette looked at the sail. It looked fine to her eyes but then again she knew nothing about ships.
“Yes, it does. Let’s head over to more shallow waters so we can fix it before we make port. The last thing we need is to be in the middle of a storm with that rigging.” Jack said as he motioned for Gibbs to take his place at the helm.
“I’m going to have a word with the carpenter. Use this.” He said as he removed his compass from his belt and handed it to Gibbs.
Once Jack was out of sight Josette placed the sword down and walked towards Gibbs.
“Will it take long?” she asked as she looked up at the sails.
“Maybe a day. It just needs a little adjusting. Mathew will know what to do.” Gibbs smiled reassuringly and Josette nodded.
“I see. If you need my help call me. I better go for now. I have to mop the cabin…” she muttered as she picked up Jack’s sword and headed for the Captain’s quarters.
Once she was in she looked at the cabin and frowned. It looked like it needed more than just good scrub with the mop. She removed her coat and started working. She tidied up the desk and emptied the chamber pot which was the worst task ever since her captain always forgot to do it in the end of the day. She made the bed which was wrinkled and disheveled beyond recognition. She sometimes wondered what he did at night. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to sleep next to him. Perhaps he kicked in his sleep to. Her eyes widened at that thought and she quickly shook her head. Better forget that thought. She didn’t care how he slept or if he kicked his partner in his sleep. She hastily fluffed the pillow and focused on straightening the sheets next. A snort from the cabin door made her pause. Of course he chose that moment to walk in.
“What has the pillow ever done to you, lad?” Jack asked as he entered and shrugged out of his coat.
“Nothing.” She pursed her lips as she pulled the covers over the mattress and stepped back.
“Are you jealous of me extremely comfy and relaxing bed, perhaps? Of my pillow?” he asked with a grin as he stepped towards his desk only to frown briefly, “Did you mess up me maps?” he asked as he started looking through them.
Josette scowled, “No, I fixed them. Sir.” She added when he looked up with a raised eyebrow.
“I see.” he murmured as he finally located the map he was looking for, “Aha!” he smirked as he sat down and looked at it, “Well? You didn’t answer me.” He said when she didn’t answer.
“No, I am not jealous of your pillow.” She stifled a groan. He could e rather childish sometimes. Funny, because she was the younger one.
“Really? Don’t you miss of a fluffy pillow and a mattress?” he asked her with disbelief.
“Well…you can’t miss something you never had.” She said quietly and Jack’s head shot up at that.
“Meaning?” he asked as he focused his complete attention on her.
“I mean what I mean, sir. I never had a proper bed.” She said as she rubbed the back of her neck, “We couldn’t afford one and my stepfather used to punish me a lot when I was little. You know make me sleep on the floor instead of my makeshift bed. Trust me the hammock is much better than the floor or the chair. So, no, I am not jealous of your bed. Can I mop the floor now? It’s getting late.” She told him in a rush and he shook his head as if to clear it.
“Remind me why we are not going after that dreadful stepfather of yours?” he asked her bluntly and she felt her face flushing.
“I do not hold grudges, Cap’n. I don’t see anything good from looking to the past, you know.” She shrugged softly and Jack looked at her seriously before he added.
“You’re a good lad. Off you go.” He shooed her away and she headed towards the galley for her bucket and mop with her cheeks still flushed. If she wasn’t such a coward she would have told him that he was a good man too.

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“So how are we going to do this, mate?” Jack asked the ship’s carpenter, Mathew, as Josette was cleaning the floor with the mop. Mathew stepped forward towards the door of the cabin and looked outside contemplatively, stepping onto Josette’s freshly mopped floor as he did so. She pursed her lips and glared at him but didn’t speak. They had been going like that for what seemed like an eternity. She would clean one spot and then either of them would step on it, dirtying the spot again. Neither of them seemed to notice her irritation and she had to bite her tongue several times in order not to snap at them. Couldn’t they discuss the repairs outside? Since the actual repair will take place out on deck.
“No worries, sir. It won’t take long. If we start tomorrow morning we’ll be ready till the evening to resume course.” Mathew said as he stepped towards Jack again.
Jack nodded and before Josette had the chance to clean the spot, he stepped towards the door himself.
“Are you sure you have everything you need? Tools?” Jack asked and Josette almost collided with his back in her effort to stop walking towards the same direction in time.
“Aye. So, are we settled for tomorrow?” Mathew asked while Jack shot a funny look at Josette before he stepped towards his desk once more.
“Aye. We’ll remain on the shallows for tonight and tomorrow once we’re done we can get on our way.” Jack nodded his head and Mathew frowned.
“I only hope the weather remains good.” He muttered as he finally tipped his hat to Jack ad walked out of the cabin.
Josette wanted to dance around as soon as Mathew walked outside. She could finally finish the bloody moping and she could get cleaned for the night.
“No worries, mate…I think the weather will be more than fine.” Jack muttered as he fanned himself with his hand but then paused. His eyes widened and he immediately opened his drawer. Josette continued her work while shooting glances towards him until he cried out in triumph.
“And that is why we have to pillage Spanish ships!” he exclaimed as he unrolled an elegantly ornamented fan and started producing air. He sighed in relief while Josette looked at him as if he was mad. He made quite the odd image and she couldn’t help the chuckle that left her mouth.
Jack looked up at her at the sound and narrowed his eyes, “Something funny, boy? Do you see something ridiculous around here? Something worth of your amusement?” he asked but the twitch of his lips gave away his amusement.
“No, sir. I’ve always admired the achievements of the Spanish fan makers.” She replied as she moved further down the cabin.
“Actually, it was the Chinese who first invented the fan. From bamboo.” He said as he inspected the fan in his hand and then smirked.
“You look good with it, sir.” Josette snickered and quickly ducked as he threw the fan towards her. It landed on top of the bunk and she grinned.
“Missed me.” She said as she stuck her tongue out at him.
“You can have it. It will fit your girly hands.” Jack snapped as he straightened his shoulders and looked at her triumphantly.
“Haha, funny. It will come in handy though. So, thank you.” She shrugged and he suddenly stood up, once again stepping onto the freshly cleaned floor.
“I shall take the helm. Don’t forget your fan!” he told her and she scowled as he did a small happy dance around the still wet floor, purposely stepping on it just to rile her up. He walked out in his usual swagger while she glared daggers at his retreating form.
The damned man had noticed her irritation about the floor after all.

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Josette wiped her brow with her sleeve and reached up towards the rail, trying to secure the knot while the rest of the crew worked on mending the sail. The weather was warm and extremely humid and it made their work more difficult than it already was. Thank heavens they had a carpenter aboard or they would have to pay for a craftsman.
“Oi, Josh!” Jack called suddenly from behind her and she turned. She almost gaped at the sight he made. He was shirtless and covered in sweat. Much like her only she wore her shirt and he only wore his tattoos.
“Aye, sir?”
“What are you doing?” he asked her as he held a rope in his hand.
“Securing knots?” she offered slowly and he frowned.
“Not that! Why are you dressed?” he motioned towards her clothed body.
“Oh…I’m not hot.” She shrugged and he looked at her as if she was stupid or insane. Or both.
“You’re sweating like a pig, lad. Of course you’re hot.” He waved his hand at her soaked shirt and hair.
“I’m fine.” She insisted and he rolled his eyes.
“Just take off your shirt. No reason to be bashful. See?” he pointed at his bare abdomen and she gulped.
“I’d rather not.” She replied timidly and he grimaced.
“Why not?”
“I’m afraid of getting sunburned, sir.” She replied and he raised an eyebrow at her reasoning.
“Is that so? I’m afraid you already got sunburned, son. Your cheeks are as red as a tomato.” He pointed out bluntly.
“Um…I…” she tried to find a reasonable response but he held a hand up to stop her.
He took a few steps closer and leaned down to speak quietly, “Is it the scars then?” he asked her softly and she swallowed thickly before she opened her mouth to speak.
“Um scars?” she choked out and he nodded before he took a look around the deck.
“Aye. Since you told me about the ones on your arms, I thought you might have more.” He narrowed his eyes and Josette’s mouth went dry. She did have one scar on her back but it was not too bad. The only reason why she couldn’t remove her shirt was because he and the rest of the crew would see her breasts. Men didn’t have breasts, did they? Last time she checked they didn’t. His misconception however, gave her a very good reason for keeping her clothes on. So she used it, trying to ignore the guilt that clawed up her stomach.
“Yes. I do have a scar…” she nodded and swallowed hard as he nodded as well.
“I thought so. Most of us do have more than we can count though. See?” he turned to show his back at her and he was right. The scar was barely visible under the tattoos on his back but it was there, by his shoulder blade. It was short and the skin uneven but still not quite so obvious. She briefly wondered how he got it.
“I can see…” Josette murmured and he turned to face her.
“It doesn’t matter, you know.” He told her softly and she bit her lip.
“Yes, but-…” he cut her off before she had the chance to finish.
“Do we look like people who can judge others?” he opened his arms and motioned to his crew.
“No, but…Please, I’m fine as I am.” She said quickly and Jack sighed, waving her off.
“Why bother?” he muttered to himself as he started walking away, “If you die of this heat, it ain’t my fault!” he called as he joined Mathew and the rest.
Josette looked at his back and sighed. She leaned down picked up her fallen hat and headed towards the hold. She would find something to do there and no-one would bother her for not removing her bloody shirt off.
It was later that evening that the Pearl resumed its course towards Tortuga. Her new problem was even more challenging than simply keeping her shirt on; how to convince Jack Sparrow to not set her up with a woman.

End of chapter 6

Author’s note: Thank you for reading, darlings! Any thoughts on this chapter? Hmm?

Xxx Lina :)
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