Pirates Of The Caribbean Fan Fiction ❯ Lost in Translation (Pirates of the Caribbean) ❯ A Spanish Lesson ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter Ten:

A Spanish Lesson

 

 

Kaitlyn sighed as she held up her dress in front of herself. It had been a gift from her parents and it really was one of her nicer ones. Over a week had passed since Ana Maria had tried it on and Jack still made sure to give Kaitlyn grief every chance he got, though the teasing and banter was always in good nature. He seemed to take pleasure in getting her flustered, something that hadn't gone unnoticed by her.

 

The crew intended to make another stop and would be docking for a day or two. Ana Maria had explained that the men simply needed time on dry land and a few drinks now and then. Not to mention that they needed to get some supplies before they ran out. Kaitlyn had decided that she would try to sell her dress while she had the opportunity and maybe buy something a little more practical to wear.

 

A faint scratching at the door caught her attention and she realized that Pepe wanted in. She quickly hung the dress and corset up and opened the door.

 

“Wasn't entirely certain you'd open the door fer me,” Jack said with a grin as Pepe ran past her. She gave him a playful glare then smirked.

 

“I didn't realize the great Captain Sparrow would stoop to employing a monkey for his dirty work,” she teased.

 

“You do what ya gotta do, love,” he replied.

 

“Is there a reason you wanted me to open the door for you?” She asked. Jack smirked a little before sauntering past her, into the cabin.

 

“Come right in,” she said sarcastically and gestured into the cabin before rolling her eyes. She watched as he walked around the room, touching nearly everything along the way and wondered if there was ever a time when he didn't have his hands in motion. Pepe jumped from the bed onto Jack's arm and quickly climbed up onto his shoulder.

 

“Gibbs had better watch himself or he'll be replaced,” she quipped. Jack ignored her comment and instead kept looking over everything.

 

“Have you told anyone else `bout that dream of yers?” He asked.

 

“No, I haven't. Why?” Jack continued his exploration of the cabin and its contents while she stood watching him.

 

“The crew's getting' a bit anxious,” he replied.

 

“Well, maybe things will calm once they've had some time to relax off of the ship,” she said. Kaitlyn stood awkwardly waiting for a reply then glanced back at the door, not sure what he really wanted.

 

“Are you looking for something?” She asked. Again Jack didn't answer her right away but finally spoke a moment later.

 

“It seems you've been spending a lot of time with Ana Maria,” he said. Kaitlyn nodded, not sure what that had to do with anything.

 

“Is there something wrong with that?”

 

“Just have to wonder what the two of you find to talk about,” he said cautiously.

 

“I haven't told her about my dreams,” she said. “I don't need everyone thinking that I'm crazy.” She could tell it wasn't the dreams he was concerned about. It took her a moment then it dawned on her what he was slowly getting around to.

 

“I haven't told anyone what you've told me about yourself. If you wanted everyone to know, you would have told them already,” she said honestly. She could tell the thought of his crew learning about his parents and past bothered him. “I may just be some spoiled, rich girl, but that doesn't mean I spend my days gossiping.”

 

Jack couldn't help but grin slightly at the indignation that laced her voice with her final comment. He wasn't entirely sure what had possessed him to talk to her so much about his life, but he blamed it on the sleep depravation. The more antsy and nervous the crew began to get, the more he had begun to wonder if she'd told Ana Maria everything he'd told her. Losing the trust of his crew was the last thing he needed. He was hoping she was right and the stop over would be what everyone needed to relieve tension.

 

“Good to know I can trust ya, love. Every buccaneer crew needs a spoiled, rich lass on board... keeps things interesting,” he said teasingly.

 

“I think Gibbs would disagree,” she said.

 

“Ah...well, you see that's why I'm the captain, savvy?” He said then strolled back over to the door and opened it.

 

“Captain?”

 

“Yeah, love?” He said as he spun to face her again.

 

“I thought you were bringing Pepe to me,” she said with a smirk. Jack looked at her then glanced back at the monkey he had grown accustomed to having with him.

 

“What's that, Mate?” He asked then nodded as if he were listening to the small animal.

 

“Uh huh...well now, I must say I'd have to agree,” he said then looked back at Kaitlyn.

 

“Seems he doesn't wanna stay in here with you right now, love, it's too...” Jack took a look around the room that used to belong to him. “Feminine.”

 

Kaitlyn cocked an eyebrow and glanced around the cabin before back to Jack.

 

“You mean clean?”

 

“Aye, that's what I said,” he replied and walked out the door with her pet. Kaitlyn rolled her eyes then went back to her own business, thinking Jack might need the companion more than her anyway.

 

***

 

Jack finished off his rum then sat back and looked around the small hovel of a pub. They'd docked the ship early in the day and he spent most of it dealing with supplies and his crew. Now he was sitting across from Gibb's discussing their voyage over a few drinks. The place wasn't as rowdy as the ones in Tortuga. There'd only been one fight since they got there and it was over cheating at cards. Most of the men here just wanted to relax, gamble, drink, find some pleasurable company and have a good time.

 

“This treasure...you sure it's worth all this trouble, Jack?” Jack lifted his empty glass towards the bar and motioned for the bar keep. The man running things rolled his eyes and called a server over and sent her to Jack with another glass of rum. After taking a good swig, he looked at Gibbs seriously.

 

“The treasure we're goin' after can make us all rich men, if we find the right buyer, Mate. The `Ángel de la muerte', as it's called, was stolen off a ship headin' back to England. There were a full set of the things that were meant fer the Church of England, it's the only one that wasn't returned.” Gibbs was listening attentively. He imagined most of this information came from Kaitlyn who had read that book she got several times over. “The King, himself, has offered a reward fer it. Doubt we'd get far with that though,” Jack said with a smirk.

 

“What about the curse that's supposed to be on this thing?”

 

“What about it?” Jack replied.

 

“Don't feel like dealin' with any more curses, Jack. I'm getting' too old fer this,” he said. Before Jack got a chance to reply, he saw Dallin come through the door, followed by Kaitlyn.

 

“So that's what she's been up to,” Jack said. Kaitlyn had tried to get Ana Maria to accompany her into the port that day but Jack had needed her help with supplies, so he had asked Dallin to keep her out of trouble. Now she was again wearing a dress but one much less formal than the one she arrived in. It was an off-white color with much lighter material, cut lower in front but plenty full at the bottom so she would be able to get back onto the ship easily.

 

Jack watched curiously as Kaitlyn stopped to help one of the servers that had passed by her with her hands full and stood talking to her for a couple of minutes after, before going back to Dallin. Once the two of them spotted Jack and Gibbs walked over to their table.

 

“Spent the day shoppin' fer clothes?” Jack asked with a grin. Dallin immediately turned red and looked around nervously. Kaitlyn noticed poor Dallin's embarrassment and smirked at Jack.

 

“Well, I needed someone to help me try them on, these corsets are impossible to get into on my own.” Jack opened his mouth to reply then nearly started laughing as Dallin turned several shades darker and began stammering.

 

“I'm gonna go...find...Marty,” he said then took off quickly. Kaitlyn stood there for a moment then sat down in an empty chair beside Gibbs.

 

“You've been busy,” she said, noting the half empty glasses in front of them. She knew quite well it wasn't their first.

 

“I'd offer to buy you a drink, love, but I'm a bit low on funds...as it were,” Jack said. Unfortunately, he didn't even have enough to buy himself another round of drinks. Kaitlyn glanced at Gibbs, knowing he wouldn't have any more money than Jack.

 

“I sold my other dress today and got this one. I still have money left over. I'll buy you both drinks...” she said with a grin then looked at Gibbs. “If you order them.” Gibbs gave her a suspicious look then nodded.

 

“Sounds fair enough,” he replied. Kaitlyn grinned brightly then waved down the server she'd spoken to on the way in. The young, dark haired woman made her way to the table once she'd delivered the beverages she was holding.

 

“Hola...mi amigo sea el ordenar,” Kaitlyn said quickly and motioned towards Gibbs. The woman just nodded and looked at him expectantly, clearly in a hurry. Jack held back a chuckle when Gibb's eyes widened.

 

“I don't bloody speak Spanish,” he said. Kaitlyn simply shrugged.

 

“If you want me to pay, then you will have to order. Of course, I can tell you what to say, I suppose.”

 

Gibbs looked at her then at his empty glass and sighed. “Just hurry this up, will ya?” Kaitlyn leaned over towards Gibb's so he could understand what she was saying, making sure she said all of the words slowly then sat back and waited to see if he could repeat them clearly. He let them run through his mind once more before turning back to the bar maid.

 

“Un muchacho joven...es...qué...I...desee,” he said as clearly as possible. She was really lucky he wanted a drink so badly or he'd have her head for this.

 

The server looked at Gibbs in disbelief for a second before turning to Kaitlyn. The instant their eyes met they both broke out into laughter. Abruptly the woman turned and started motioning towards a young boy across the bar.

 

“Jon! ¡Este hombre deseaba hablar con usted!” She shouted. The boy quickly put down the broom he had and came over and looked at them expectedly.

 

“Yes?” Gibb's looked at Jack who was doing his best not to laugh. He couldn't believe Gibbs had actually trusted Kaitlyn. Even he didn't want more rum badly enough to trust her. Kaitlyn grinned and Gibbs.

 

“That...is...what you ordered,” she said then started laughing again when he turned red, though she wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment. The young boy, no older than thirteen or fourteen, stood there in total confusion until Kaitlyn stood up and smiled at him.

 

“I'm sorry, my friend doesn't speak very clearly...he ordered the wrong thing,” she said then looked at the server. “They both want rum.” The woman looked at both Jack and Gibbs then walked off laughing with the young boy. Kaitlyn put a few shillings on the table, thinking it might be best if she made herself scarce for awhile until Gibbs calmed down.

 

“I'll buy you two drinks,” she said then winked at Jack. “Luisa speaks English; you shouldn't have any trouble ordering when she returns.”

 

Jack couldn't help but grin as Kaitlyn made her way over to a table where a few of his crewmen were seated, including Dallin.

 

“Mark my words, the lass is gonna pay for that,” Gibbs said. Jack leaned forward and pointed at him emphatically.

 

“Seems to me, ya walked right into that one, Mate.” His grin quickly faded when he saw the look of death on Gibb's face. “Oh look, the rum's here!” He said and stood quickly. As soon as Luisa handed him the glass he lifted it to toast her which only made her laugh again.

 

“This one's on the house,” she said; her thick Spanish accent now very apparent. “Barkeep needed a good laugh.” Jack sat back down and took a long swig.

 

“See, mate. Lass got us some free rum,” he said then picked up a shilling off of the table. “Which means, we have two more rounds to go, savvy?” He lifted his glass again and grinned. “Not bad luck in my book.”

 

Gibbs smirked and took a long drink. Lord knows he needed it.