Pirates Of The Caribbean Fan Fiction ❯ Lost in Translation (Pirates of the Caribbean) ❯ Kaitlyn's Request ( Chapter 13 )
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By: Kilala81 
Non Anime: Pirates Of The Caribbean Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.20.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 291 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Pirates Of The Caribbean Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.20.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 291 | Status: Completed
Chapter Thirteen:
Kaitlyn’s Request
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Jack stood at the helm of the Pearl in silent thought. It was one of his favorite places, the ship made him feel alive. Maybe it wasn’t the ship as much as the feeling of freedom that came with being on the sea. He could practically see the wood on the deck soaking up the late afternoon sun as the crew lazed around. Clearly, they had enjoyed their time on land and weren’t thrilled about going back to work. He couldn’t blame them though. Sailing wasn’t always an easy life, doldrums and boredom set in easily on the sea.
“Cap’n?” Jack turned his attention to Dallin who approached the helm cautiously.
“Aye?” He replied.
“Have you seen Kaitlyn?” Dallin asked. “Should return her money to her.”
“Think she’s in the cabin, mate,” Jack replied then looked at Dallin again when he didn’t leave. “Somethin’ else I can help ya with?”
“The barmaid was askin’ about her, said someone upset her at the pub this morning.” Jack furrowed his brow slightly. He had seen Kaitlyn return to the ship and head straight for the cabin. He had assumed she had simply been avoiding him and he didn’t blame her. Now he wondered if another drunken idiot had caused problems for her.
“Haven’t talked to the lass since she left for the port this mornin’,” he replied. Dallin nodded and turned to leave.
“You’re a good man, lad. Most pirates would’ve taken the money for themselves,” Jack said. Dallin turned back and nodded.
“Not right to steal from women, Cap’n,” he replied honestly. Jack shook his head a little and then grinned at him.
“You’re quite possibly the only honest pirate in the entire Spanish Main, Lad,” he said with a smirk.
“Think I can live with that,” Dallin replied with a smile. Honestly, hearing Jack call him a good man meant quite a lot, considering the respect he held for him. Dallin had grown up with a friend of his parents, who had died when he was quite young. He’d spent his life living at a drab port, wasting most of his days at the docks loading and unloading ships. He had gone to school when he was a boy but had to start working when he was strong enough to do it.
He’d met Jack one day when the dock had been particularly busy. Jack had been trying to inconspicuously make his way around, whether he was looking to plunder something or just fit in, Dallin wasn’t sure. He never had a chance to find out, however, because some navy men had spotted Jack and decided to question him. Many of the men that came to the docks looked like scallywags, but something about Jack just seemed to scream pirate and he drew suspicion immediately. Dallin had listened attentively and could tell that Jack wasn’t there to cause harm, even if he did intend to steal. Without really knowing why, or giving thought to consequences, he wandered over to the men and looked at Jack.
“Sir, yer ships nearly loaded,” he had said. Jack gave him a nearly clueless look for a moment before catching on.
“Aye then, best be on me way. Been a real pleasure docking in yer lovely port, Gentlemen” Jack had said and nodded to the navy men then grinned at Dallin before spinning and sauntering down towards the boats. A few moments later he had caught sight of Dallin working again and had spent a few moments chatting with him. It hadn’t taken Jack long to realize the boy didn’t have anything keeping him at the port and he was short crew members. It didn’t take much talking to persuade the lad to join up with him and he’d been a part of the crew since.
“How exactly is it that a scallywag such as yerself was able to convince the lass to come aboard the Pearl anyway, mate?” Jack asked with some interest. Lord knows any women that weren’t whores or barmaids kept their distance from him at all costs.
“Didn’t have to convince her, Cap’n,” he replied. “She couldn’t get into the boat fast enough.” Jack glanced at Dallin then back to the horizon and then simply nodded a little. Dallin waited for a moment then turned and headed for the cabin and left Jack to his silent thoughts.
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The evening sun was slowly disappearing into the horizon. The day had been hot and stagnant without much breeze to relieve the people aboard the Pearl. Days like this were rare on a ship, because even in the hot Caribbean sun, the sea itself would keep sailors comfortable by leaving them doused in a light, salty spray of sea mist.
Kaitlyn made her way out of the cabin and noticed the lack of activity on the ship. Everyone and everything seemed subdued. Even Jack had removed his hat, coat and effects but was still standing at the helm and probably intended to be there all night as well. Kaitlyn, herself, had decided to change back into the clothes Ana Maria had given her, because even though the dress she had bought was much lighter and more practical, it was had grown hot and uncomfortable during the day. After a moment of silent debate she slowly approached the helm and then looked out towards the horizon where Jack’s gaze was resting.
“It doesn’t seem to be a very good day for sailing,” she remarked.
“All part of livin’ on the sea, love,” he replied and then glanced over at her. “Heard you had a bit of trouble today.”
“I wouldn’t call it trouble exactly,” she began hesitantly. “I met a woman at the tavern this morning. She was quite superstitious.” Jack nodded, waiting for her to continue.
“It was nothing, really. I’ve just never really dealt with people like that before,” she said. Jack smirked and looked back to the horizon.
“Met a few meself,” he said and then grinned.
“One lass came down to the West Indies from Acadia, didn’t speak a word of English. Almost certain she put a curse or two on me,” he said then gave a thoughtful look. “Would explain a few things, actually.”
Kaitlyn couldn’t help but smile at his sudden epiphany then she sighed and reached into her pocket and pulled out the small bone she had been given.
“The woman gave me this,” she said and held it out. Jack looked down at it then squinted and leaned in closer, scrutinizing it carefully. He had no intentions to touch it, the last thing he needed was another curse.
“What is it, exactly?” He asked then looked back up at her.
“A piece of neck bone from a cat, apparently,” she said and then nearly burst out laughing as he recoiled with a look of disgust.
“It’s supposed to bring me good gris-gris,” she continued. Jack looked over and nodded.
“A good luck charm? Well then, I guess Gibbs shouldn’t have any problems with you being on the ship now, eh?” He said with a grin. Kaitlyn smiled then looked down at the bone again.
“She called me Catalina,” she said. Jack looked at her then down at the charm.
“Catalina? Fine name…Spanish if I’m not mistaken. Not nearly as nice as Kaitlyn of course,” he rambled out.
“It was also the name of Isidro Saez’s fiancé,” she said. “She told me that those that do not learn from the past are destined to repeat it.” Jack watched her for a moment then nodded.
“Wise words,” he said then smirked at her. “Guess that means you should avoid fallin’ in love with some lad that’s foolish enough to go plunderin’ pirate ships then sellin’ out his crew, eh?” She smiled a little bit at his words, realizing just how silly it had been of her to let someone else’s superstitions get to her.
“I’ll do my best,” she said and then smiled at him. He nodded and silently watched the horizon before pulling out his compass and checking it over. He knew they were drawing near Arigate Island, though it was such a small island it was rarely even visible on maps of the Spanish Main. He grinned slightly when he saw Kaitlyn trying to look over at the compass as well, inconspicuously of course.
“Plan to take my job, lass?” He asked then looked over at her grinning. She tried to act like she had no idea what he was referring to then glared at him playfully.
“I hardly think I’d make much of a pirate captain,” she said. Jack chuckled at the very thought, which made her grab the compass out of his hand and hold it up so she could look it over. After a few seconds he leaned closer to her and smirked.
“The “N” means north, love,” he said as if he were speaking to a child. She glared at him for a moment and then looked back at the compass.
“I am well aware what the “N” means, love,” she replied sarcastically. Jack put up his hands defensively and then stepped back from the helm.
“Well, then by all means. Navigate away, lass,” he said. She looked at him, then to the compass and then at the helm.
‘Well, at least it’s open waters. I can’t possibly crash into anything, can I?’ She thought to herself as she tentatively touched the helm. Jack stood watching as she looked at the compass then at the helm. He could tell she really had no clue what she was doing, but she was also intelligent and he thought she might just figure it out.
“You decided where it is I’ll be leaving you?” He asked. She glanced back at him and then back to what she was doing.
“I should return home,” she said simply. He nodded, watching her as she tried to figure out the compass and helm then leaned forward reaching around her, helping her steer it properly.
“Seems to me that you don’t want to go home,” he began. “Also come to realize that you’re not a lass that normally does things she doesn’t want to.” Kaitlyn remained silent for a moment and then nodded.
“You’re right. I don’t want to go home,” she answered.
“Then why are ya, I wonder,” he said quietly. She glanced over her shoulder, not overly bothered with him being so close to her now.
“I lied to you,” she said quietly. He had suspected so and waited for her to continue.
“I wasn’t going to be meeting my fiancé in a month, I had already met him,” she said. Jack nodded.
“And I gather you didn’t like what ya met, aye?” He asked. She shook her head and remained quiet for a moment.
“The day I met Dallin, we were supposed to be having dinner with his family. We had met briefly the day before. He was everything I’ve always despised in my father. He was rich, pompous, arrogant,” she began and then sighed. “Not that I don’t love my father, of course, it’s just that I…”
“Don’t wanna be married to him?” Jack finished for her. Kaitlyn nodded her head in agreement. He stood silently for a moment and then looked over her shoulder at the compass she was holding then grinned and moved the wheel a bit.
“Jack…” She said then went silent. He waited for her to continue but she didn’t.
“Something wrong, love?” He asked while reaching around her and taking the compass so he could adjust their positioning.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” She asked. He looked at her oddly, still steering with his right hand and trying to hold the compass, all the while reaching around her.
“Don’t know where you think it is I’d be going, love, we’re on a ship,” he said offhandedly, focusing more on the compass than her at the moment.
“I mean, stay with me in the cabin,” she said. Jack went silent for a moment and then looked at her.
“You want me to stay in the cabin?” He asked. She looked at him and nodded, and then his eyes widened when he realized what she was asking. He looked at her and then at the compass, furrowing his brow, positive he was misinterpreting something here.
“I know that I need to go home and that I will be married,” she said quietly. “I just don’t want my husband to be the first man…well, the only man that I’ll ever know.”
“You want to rut with a pirate?” He asked then almost mentally slapped himself for phrasing it so positively tastefully.
“No,” she answered. “If I only wanted to rut with a pirate there is an entire crew full of them. I trust you.” Jack went silent again, not entirely sure what to say to her. Finally she handed the helm over and turned to look at him.
“I’ll be in the cabin,” she said and then turned and walked away, leaving Jack arguing with himself, very much wanting to follow her but not entirely sure that he should.
Kaitlyn’s Request
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Jack stood at the helm of the Pearl in silent thought. It was one of his favorite places, the ship made him feel alive. Maybe it wasn’t the ship as much as the feeling of freedom that came with being on the sea. He could practically see the wood on the deck soaking up the late afternoon sun as the crew lazed around. Clearly, they had enjoyed their time on land and weren’t thrilled about going back to work. He couldn’t blame them though. Sailing wasn’t always an easy life, doldrums and boredom set in easily on the sea.
“Cap’n?” Jack turned his attention to Dallin who approached the helm cautiously.
“Aye?” He replied.
“Have you seen Kaitlyn?” Dallin asked. “Should return her money to her.”
“Think she’s in the cabin, mate,” Jack replied then looked at Dallin again when he didn’t leave. “Somethin’ else I can help ya with?”
“The barmaid was askin’ about her, said someone upset her at the pub this morning.” Jack furrowed his brow slightly. He had seen Kaitlyn return to the ship and head straight for the cabin. He had assumed she had simply been avoiding him and he didn’t blame her. Now he wondered if another drunken idiot had caused problems for her.
“Haven’t talked to the lass since she left for the port this mornin’,” he replied. Dallin nodded and turned to leave.
“You’re a good man, lad. Most pirates would’ve taken the money for themselves,” Jack said. Dallin turned back and nodded.
“Not right to steal from women, Cap’n,” he replied honestly. Jack shook his head a little and then grinned at him.
“You’re quite possibly the only honest pirate in the entire Spanish Main, Lad,” he said with a smirk.
“Think I can live with that,” Dallin replied with a smile. Honestly, hearing Jack call him a good man meant quite a lot, considering the respect he held for him. Dallin had grown up with a friend of his parents, who had died when he was quite young. He’d spent his life living at a drab port, wasting most of his days at the docks loading and unloading ships. He had gone to school when he was a boy but had to start working when he was strong enough to do it.
He’d met Jack one day when the dock had been particularly busy. Jack had been trying to inconspicuously make his way around, whether he was looking to plunder something or just fit in, Dallin wasn’t sure. He never had a chance to find out, however, because some navy men had spotted Jack and decided to question him. Many of the men that came to the docks looked like scallywags, but something about Jack just seemed to scream pirate and he drew suspicion immediately. Dallin had listened attentively and could tell that Jack wasn’t there to cause harm, even if he did intend to steal. Without really knowing why, or giving thought to consequences, he wandered over to the men and looked at Jack.
“Sir, yer ships nearly loaded,” he had said. Jack gave him a nearly clueless look for a moment before catching on.
“Aye then, best be on me way. Been a real pleasure docking in yer lovely port, Gentlemen” Jack had said and nodded to the navy men then grinned at Dallin before spinning and sauntering down towards the boats. A few moments later he had caught sight of Dallin working again and had spent a few moments chatting with him. It hadn’t taken Jack long to realize the boy didn’t have anything keeping him at the port and he was short crew members. It didn’t take much talking to persuade the lad to join up with him and he’d been a part of the crew since.
“How exactly is it that a scallywag such as yerself was able to convince the lass to come aboard the Pearl anyway, mate?” Jack asked with some interest. Lord knows any women that weren’t whores or barmaids kept their distance from him at all costs.
“Didn’t have to convince her, Cap’n,” he replied. “She couldn’t get into the boat fast enough.” Jack glanced at Dallin then back to the horizon and then simply nodded a little. Dallin waited for a moment then turned and headed for the cabin and left Jack to his silent thoughts.
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The evening sun was slowly disappearing into the horizon. The day had been hot and stagnant without much breeze to relieve the people aboard the Pearl. Days like this were rare on a ship, because even in the hot Caribbean sun, the sea itself would keep sailors comfortable by leaving them doused in a light, salty spray of sea mist.
Kaitlyn made her way out of the cabin and noticed the lack of activity on the ship. Everyone and everything seemed subdued. Even Jack had removed his hat, coat and effects but was still standing at the helm and probably intended to be there all night as well. Kaitlyn, herself, had decided to change back into the clothes Ana Maria had given her, because even though the dress she had bought was much lighter and more practical, it was had grown hot and uncomfortable during the day. After a moment of silent debate she slowly approached the helm and then looked out towards the horizon where Jack’s gaze was resting.
“It doesn’t seem to be a very good day for sailing,” she remarked.
“All part of livin’ on the sea, love,” he replied and then glanced over at her. “Heard you had a bit of trouble today.”
“I wouldn’t call it trouble exactly,” she began hesitantly. “I met a woman at the tavern this morning. She was quite superstitious.” Jack nodded, waiting for her to continue.
“It was nothing, really. I’ve just never really dealt with people like that before,” she said. Jack smirked and looked back to the horizon.
“Met a few meself,” he said and then grinned.
“One lass came down to the West Indies from Acadia, didn’t speak a word of English. Almost certain she put a curse or two on me,” he said then gave a thoughtful look. “Would explain a few things, actually.”
Kaitlyn couldn’t help but smile at his sudden epiphany then she sighed and reached into her pocket and pulled out the small bone she had been given.
“The woman gave me this,” she said and held it out. Jack looked down at it then squinted and leaned in closer, scrutinizing it carefully. He had no intentions to touch it, the last thing he needed was another curse.
“What is it, exactly?” He asked then looked back up at her.
“A piece of neck bone from a cat, apparently,” she said and then nearly burst out laughing as he recoiled with a look of disgust.
“It’s supposed to bring me good gris-gris,” she continued. Jack looked over and nodded.
“A good luck charm? Well then, I guess Gibbs shouldn’t have any problems with you being on the ship now, eh?” He said with a grin. Kaitlyn smiled then looked down at the bone again.
“She called me Catalina,” she said. Jack looked at her then down at the charm.
“Catalina? Fine name…Spanish if I’m not mistaken. Not nearly as nice as Kaitlyn of course,” he rambled out.
“It was also the name of Isidro Saez’s fiancé,” she said. “She told me that those that do not learn from the past are destined to repeat it.” Jack watched her for a moment then nodded.
“Wise words,” he said then smirked at her. “Guess that means you should avoid fallin’ in love with some lad that’s foolish enough to go plunderin’ pirate ships then sellin’ out his crew, eh?” She smiled a little bit at his words, realizing just how silly it had been of her to let someone else’s superstitions get to her.
“I’ll do my best,” she said and then smiled at him. He nodded and silently watched the horizon before pulling out his compass and checking it over. He knew they were drawing near Arigate Island, though it was such a small island it was rarely even visible on maps of the Spanish Main. He grinned slightly when he saw Kaitlyn trying to look over at the compass as well, inconspicuously of course.
“Plan to take my job, lass?” He asked then looked over at her grinning. She tried to act like she had no idea what he was referring to then glared at him playfully.
“I hardly think I’d make much of a pirate captain,” she said. Jack chuckled at the very thought, which made her grab the compass out of his hand and hold it up so she could look it over. After a few seconds he leaned closer to her and smirked.
“The “N” means north, love,” he said as if he were speaking to a child. She glared at him for a moment and then looked back at the compass.
“I am well aware what the “N” means, love,” she replied sarcastically. Jack put up his hands defensively and then stepped back from the helm.
“Well, then by all means. Navigate away, lass,” he said. She looked at him, then to the compass and then at the helm.
‘Well, at least it’s open waters. I can’t possibly crash into anything, can I?’ She thought to herself as she tentatively touched the helm. Jack stood watching as she looked at the compass then at the helm. He could tell she really had no clue what she was doing, but she was also intelligent and he thought she might just figure it out.
“You decided where it is I’ll be leaving you?” He asked. She glanced back at him and then back to what she was doing.
“I should return home,” she said simply. He nodded, watching her as she tried to figure out the compass and helm then leaned forward reaching around her, helping her steer it properly.
“Seems to me that you don’t want to go home,” he began. “Also come to realize that you’re not a lass that normally does things she doesn’t want to.” Kaitlyn remained silent for a moment and then nodded.
“You’re right. I don’t want to go home,” she answered.
“Then why are ya, I wonder,” he said quietly. She glanced over her shoulder, not overly bothered with him being so close to her now.
“I lied to you,” she said quietly. He had suspected so and waited for her to continue.
“I wasn’t going to be meeting my fiancé in a month, I had already met him,” she said. Jack nodded.
“And I gather you didn’t like what ya met, aye?” He asked. She shook her head and remained quiet for a moment.
“The day I met Dallin, we were supposed to be having dinner with his family. We had met briefly the day before. He was everything I’ve always despised in my father. He was rich, pompous, arrogant,” she began and then sighed. “Not that I don’t love my father, of course, it’s just that I…”
“Don’t wanna be married to him?” Jack finished for her. Kaitlyn nodded her head in agreement. He stood silently for a moment and then looked over her shoulder at the compass she was holding then grinned and moved the wheel a bit.
“Jack…” She said then went silent. He waited for her to continue but she didn’t.
“Something wrong, love?” He asked while reaching around her and taking the compass so he could adjust their positioning.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” She asked. He looked at her oddly, still steering with his right hand and trying to hold the compass, all the while reaching around her.
“Don’t know where you think it is I’d be going, love, we’re on a ship,” he said offhandedly, focusing more on the compass than her at the moment.
“I mean, stay with me in the cabin,” she said. Jack went silent for a moment and then looked at her.
“You want me to stay in the cabin?” He asked. She looked at him and nodded, and then his eyes widened when he realized what she was asking. He looked at her and then at the compass, furrowing his brow, positive he was misinterpreting something here.
“I know that I need to go home and that I will be married,” she said quietly. “I just don’t want my husband to be the first man…well, the only man that I’ll ever know.”
“You want to rut with a pirate?” He asked then almost mentally slapped himself for phrasing it so positively tastefully.
“No,” she answered. “If I only wanted to rut with a pirate there is an entire crew full of them. I trust you.” Jack went silent again, not entirely sure what to say to her. Finally she handed the helm over and turned to look at him.
“I’ll be in the cabin,” she said and then turned and walked away, leaving Jack arguing with himself, very much wanting to follow her but not entirely sure that he should.