Star of the Sea | By : KiwiGirl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 3326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Eight - Return
At the appointed time they came for him, he had been waiting, pacing backwards
and forwards, stopping to look into that foggy shadow, only ceasing when the
longboat had appeared ghostlike from the gloom. And then he had acted as if
nothing had ever occurred, resuming his act, taking on his face, the character
that he had created, embellished, the man who was larger than life, Captain
Jack Sparrow. Maia watched him with some sadness, his
memories playing in her head, memories that she did not want, knowledge that
she wished that she could forget. He took his place at the prow of the
longboat, standing with the cloak that Anna Maria had wrapped about his
shoulders, eyes shaded by the hat that Gibb had deferentially placed on his
head looking into the grey, towards where she must be, his ship, The Black
Pearl.
Jack looked down and his lips twitched, the men that had rowed the boat had
looked awed, muttering amongst themselves they had obviously not expected to
see him amongst the land of the living, that would teach them, after all he was
Captain Jack Sparrow, nothing was impossible. He ignored the nagging thought in
his head that persisted in reminding him that he had been dead, preferring to focus
on the awe as his crew glanced out of the corner of their eyes at him. It was
rather pleasing to have once again done the unexpected, one more tale to add to
those that already were told of Captain Jack Sparrow, although this tale he
would prefer not to be told but still it was one that he would use for his own
purposes. One that could be moulded, manipulated to
become something to make men rub their arms, and take deep swigs of their rum,
a tale that would make people think twice. Though he would try not to think
about at it all but he could not stop thinking, much though he had already
tried. He shook his head, now was not the time but without thought his fingers
reached for the amber bead, the bead that was no longer, the bead that rested
on a cord around Maia’s neck.
His eyes flicked towards her, she sat looking back at the beach, her lips
moving silently, a hand once again trailing in the water. He had an urge to
yell shark, anything to make her look less composed than she was, the bloody
woman probably spoke shark though and would have had the creature lolling
alongside the boat with her rubbing it’s belly. He
scowled at her, didn’t make him feel any better but the men bent their backs to
the oars, sweeping strokes that became faster as they saw his face. They were
rowing into the fog, into that grey darkness, almost as if they were between
worlds, Christ, Jack bit back a curse, don’t think about things like that he
mumbled under his breath. Then she looked up, her eyes met his and he saw her
lips move, the words clearly formed, though he could not hear them he felt
them, “it is done” they reverberated in his head and he suppressed a shudder as
the mist began to swirl, dissipating, the shape of the Black Pearl emerging,
solid as the sun beat down upon them. He looked away, looked to his ship, she
was beautiful.
Easily he clambered up the ladder, swinging his legs over the rail, leaping
smoothly to land on the deck, almost stepping forwards but stopping sharply as
his eyes rested on a only slightly loosely coiled
rope.
“Mr Gibbs” his voice was clear, sharp and he tilted
his head to one side, waiting for his first mate to speak.
Gibbs swallowed as he stepped forwards “Cap’n”
“shabby” Jack pointed at the rope “I am away for one week and everything goes
to pot” he snorted in disgust and swung to look at the crew.
“I want things shipshape, get moving you laggards.” He bellowed his lips
suppressing a smile as the crew looked askance at one another then scampered.
Two hours and he felt that he had them satisfactorily off balance, two hours of
bullying, of finding fault, of issuing contradictory orders, two hours before
he felt sure that all knew and understood that he was the Captain of the Black
Pearl and he was back.
“Mr Gibbs” it was still a shout and Gibbs looked
wary.
“aye Jack”
“Bring up the rum” he made an effort to appear as if he allowed himself to
smile and Gibbs grinned in return.
“as you wish Captain”
“The Captain says to bring the rum lads”
The bellowed order was passed from pirate to pirate and cheers rang out so that
Jack did grin, but it was with restraint, he had an image to preserve after
all.
He wanted a drink, he needed a drink but that woman was bothering him. Even
though he could not see her he could feel her, sense that she was below decks,
she was sad, why she was sad he did not know, damn, he did not want to know, he
wanted nothing of her just that she leave him be. He stood at the wheel
watching his crew toasting him, the Pearl, themselves and whatever else came to
mind, they seemed pleased to have him back, strange bunch the crew of the
Pearl, he had half expected to have to had contend with a mutiny upon his
return. He would reward Gibbs and Anna Maria later, for their loyalty, he knew
that they had a part in it, there were a number of black eyes amongst the crew
that had Anna Maria written all over them and he had
noticed how more than one or two jumped when Gibbs even looked their way. He
would reward them, the thought that he could pleased him but it would be once
they reached land, away from other eyes that looked for weakness. One always
had to act like a Pirate, there were forms to be observed, actions that were
expected, it would not do to be getting sentimental, least not in public.
“Take the wheel” he nodded to Anna and she grinned at him even as she stepped
up, but he noticed how her eyes glanced to the open neck of his shirt. He
resisted the urge to clutch the fabric to himself. He nodded and stepped away
to cram his hat on his head and swirl his cloak around his shoulders before he
stomped down to his cabin, he needed to speak with her, with Maia, with the Star of the Sea the words whispered in his
head and he cursed, he would not all her that, never. He would send some one to
get her. Gibbs, no Nick, she liked the boy she would come, and he would get
what he wanted. He was Captain Jack Sparrow, he knew
how to handle this.
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