Impossible:
She rolled over, she was so comfortable. She stretched outwards and yawned. She sat up looking around. She must have dozed off. She glanced about at her surroundings and then her mood turned sour. This wasn't her ship, this wasn't her cabin and how the heck did she end up in the bed. She scanned the cabin once more and Jack wasn't anywhere in sight. It would take Jacob even longer now to get to the trades post. She knew he was capable but going the route she had intended was tricky. She knew he wouldn't return for at least two to three weeks. She sighed heavily before standing. She might as well make herself at home...ish. She thought. She headed to the door pausing as she reached for the handle. Jack had made it very clear for her to stay in the cabin. Did he not trust his own crew? What kind of person did he turn into? She thought as she began turning the door handle. She wasn't afraid of any man and she certainly was going to spend three weeks shut in a cabin. She would go absolutely crazy. She pulled the door towards her as she made her way out. She thought she would be walking out of the cabin to the sun still shining but it had set and the stars were out shining brightly. She heard talking up by the helm. She glanced at the vacant ship. There were random men ust sleeping randomly about the ship. A small group of men were nestled on the lower deck drinking and playing cards by candlelight. She chuckled thinking about how the candle light could almost make it seem romantic. The cool breeze from the sea ran through her hair. She shut her eyes, enjoying it. She was made to be on the open water. She never felt more safe or at home than she did on a ship.
She began making her way quietly down the ship. She was excited to explore it without anyone bothering her. The moonlight reflecting off the little silver details of the ship played into the ghostly feel of it. She crossed the lower deck careful not to wake anyone and found herself heading towards the helm. Before she knew it she was up the stairs and standing facing the helm. She frowned slightly seeing Jack attempting to steer. He hadn't seen her yet but his brow had sweat beads across it and his face looked painful. She sighed, his shoulder was never going to heal. She walked over to him and cleared her throat.
“Minimum usage of your shoulder is what I said. Sure looks like your following orders real well.” Claire said her voice showing her disappointment.
“I don't follow orders real well. Why i became captain.” Jack said, flashing her a forced grin.
“You're supposed to be in my cabin.” Jack said his tone matching hers.
“I don't follow orders.” Claire said, smirking at him.
“I see that.” Jack said as his hand began to shake.
“Where’s your first mate or second in command? They should be steering for you.” Claire said, looking about the ship.
“Jonah is the only one who knows how to steer besides me. He needs to in the morning.” Jack said annoyed.
“You only have two people who know how to steer on your whole ship.” Claire said, shocked.
“The more people who know how to steer, the easier you are at being replaced. I die and Jonah dies, they sink.” Jack said, explaining his logic.
“Seriously! Move!” She said walking over to the wheel.
“You are not steering my ship.” He said gripping the wheel tighter.
“When your shoulder becomes more painful and I don't know if it starts bleeding then you're not going to have an option.” Claire said, standing her ground and becoming more frustrated with him.
He frowned, ignoring her. He kept his eyes and tried to push the pain and her presence from his mind.
“Jackie! Seriously. You have turned into an impossible man.” Claire yelled at him, her hands in fist at her side.
“Impossible. Well you're not a peach ethier.” He grumbled to her.
Claire folded her arms across her chest and moved to the railing. Leaning on it she stared at him down. She could count the sweat beads on his forehead. He was going to cave at some point. She just had to wait him out.
“So you're going to stand there all night and stare at me?” He asked, his voice growing tired.
She didn't answer and chose to look up to the star. A memory of her and Jack laying out under the stars on The Morning Star flashed through her mind. Jason steered telling them stories about the stars and their patterns. She followed the stars till she found ursa major and then the north star just as Jason and Jack had taught her. It had stayed with her all these years. She learned much about the stars and the night sky sailing on many trips with Gavin but this was one of her favorite teaching memories. Jack watched her face as she looked at the stars different emotions passing over it. He wondered what she could possibly be thinking of. The pain in his shoulder radiating down his back now and was causing awful cramping in his neck. His opposite arm was starting to ache from trying to compensate. She pretends not to notice him struggling. She shifted her gaze to the men below. The card game from earlier was gone and their romantic candle blown out. She smiled softly. She missed her crew, she missed her ship, and she was angry for missing out on her one opportunity. She hated dwelling on it but she kept thinking about it.
The ship swayed one way and then quickly back to the right. She stumbled while keeping her footing. A man walking across the low deck wasn't so lucky and fell over. She looked at Jack who looked like he was about to topple over. She turned to him, putting her hands on her hips. She watched him, watched her and took a deep breath.
“Don't say a bloody word. Just come take over for now.” Jack said, giving into Claire finally.
Claire smiled triumphantly and started over to him. Taking the wheel she went to tell him that she told him so but seeing the pale look of pain on his face she decided not to rub it in. He leaned up against the first mate's cabin watching her.
“Just stay the course, we're sailing close to the next docking area.” Jack said, sinking to the floor to sit.
“I know so you can go raid another poor helpless ship.” Claire said out loud, irritated.
“Aye Gorgeous.” Jack said, smirking closing his eyes slightly.
She tighten her hands on the wheel. She was becoming more and more frustrated with him. She glanced back at him. He sat on the floor, his head leaned back and eyes shut. She clenched her jaw.
“Gorgeous, I can feel the daggers you're shooting at me. If you're any good of a captain you know when steering you keep your eyes on the horizon.” He said with a smirk on his lips.
“Why?’ She shouted at him as she fought the urge to let go of the wheel and shake him.
“So we don't crash? You have steered before?” He said, opening his eyes slowly.
“No thats-” She started to say but he was up on his feet trying to walk to her.
“For the love of god you can't sail!” He said nearly falling over.
“SHUT UP!” Claire screamed at him, her frustration and anger rolling off of her in waves.
Jack stopped short and almost stumbled back, as if she hit him physically. He paused, waiting for her to continue. Claire took several deep breaths in and out before she could even continue responding to him.
“That is not what I was saying. Now go sit down before you fall down.” Claire said not looking his way.
Jack put his hands up defensively and walked back to the spot he was sitting at. Completely confused about what just happened. Even his own actions confused him. If she had been anyone else he would have thrown her overboard at the very least. He sat silently watching her.
She could feel his eyes on her watching her. He wanted her to continue or to explain and she debated asking her questions again. She was torn for one he had turned into this arrogant, irritating man and she would much rather ignore him completely but she had this nagging need to know what happened, what turned her Jack into this Jack.
“Why...I meant why are you doing this? “ Claire asked softly, almost sad.
“I’m a pir-
“Jack, don't give me no smart ass answer. I know you're a pirate but why turn into this?” Claire siad cutting him off trying to hold on to the little patiences she had left.
“Don't worry yourself with it. It doesn't concern you. When your men get back you'll be free and back on whatever path you were heading down.” Jack answered short and cold.
“Fine.” Claire said in the same short tone he was using.
Claire tried to focus on anything but the thought of Jack sitting behind her. She stared up at the night sky trying to get her mind off of him. She steered silently. She couldn't help herself, she glanced back and his eyes were closed again. A small noise escaped out of his lips as his breathing deepened. Claire rolled his eyes, that's all she needed was him snoring away.
She stared at the horizon, her mind drifting to home. She began to hum quietly to herself.
“Keep this candle lit for my love’s at sea. Keep it bright so my love can see.” She sang quietly in between humming.
“The sea is rough and the days are long. My love is gone. I’ll keep this candle lit for me, so my love comes back to me.”
The sun was slowly peeking up over the horizon, shimmers of gold touched the tops of the passing waves. The sunlight dancing on them. Claire’s eyes were heavy and she slowly began to nod in and out. The men below were starting to wake as the sun began to slowly spread over the deck. The sunlight sneaking into the deepest cracks on the ship. The men grumbling that had fallen asleep on the deck as the sunlight woke them.
“What's your name Lady Captain?” A voice said from behind her.
Claire snapped her head up as she realized it was starting to slump forward. She glanced over their shoulder to see a tall man standing beside Jack who was still sleeping. His hair was the color of the raven's wings and his eyes almost golden. She straightened up and looked forward again.
“It's Claire.” She said firmly.
“Ah...Claire.” He said as if he had heard of her.
She glanced back at him, narrowing her eyebrows at him, a small frown developing on her face as she did so.
“And you are?” She questioned him.
“Jonah. I’m the Captain’s first mate.” He said walking up to the wheel.
“Nice to meet you.” She said not paying any more attention to him.
“Where did you learn to sail?” Jonah asked, leaning against the upper rail facing her.
“My cousin.” Claire answered shortly.
“Don't like to talk much?” Jonah asked with a small smile dancing on his lips.
“Did you want to take over?” Claire asked him with a sweet smile.
“Tired?” Jonah asked, his smile growing.
“I could go back and forth with you, with whatever silly nonsense this is but aye i am tired. So if you wish to take over please do so and if not then it would be much appreciated if you took your mindless chatter elsewhere or get to the point of whatever it is you're trying to ask me.” Claire said, growing tired instantly.
Jonah’s smile quickly turned into laughter. Claire was a bit taken back by it but his laughter was a little contagious and she began to smile but shook her head at him.
“What?” Claire asked with a smile on her face.
“Nothing.” Jonah said through another laugh.
“No seriously you're laughing at me.” Claire said, trying to frown at him.
“You're just different….it’s nice. Here let me take over.” Jonah said, walking over holding his hand out to take the wheel.
“Thank you.” Claire responded by letting him take the wheel and step back.
“Welcome. Go get some rest. You can sleep in my cabin behind us. No one will bother you and I'll be right out here to make sure.” Jonah said, taking over.
Claire smiled at him. She decided that maybe everyone on this ship wasn't so annoying. She might just like Jonah.
“Thank you.” Claire said softly as she nodded at him heading towards his cabin.
She stepped past Jack. She frowned slightly as she squatted down to look at his shoulder. The sutures were still intact. It was very swollen from his trying to use it. She sighed looking at it and then wondered how he could possibly be sleeping like that.
“Hey Jonah. I know this might be completely ridiculous to ask but could you try to keep this impossible man from using his shoulder?” Claire asked as she stood up.
Jonah laughed deeply at her statement as he nodded. Claire grabbed the door handle of Jonah’s cabin as she heard him laugh again muttering about how she was right about Jack being impossible. She smirked as she stepped inside the cabin closing the door.
Hello Dear readers and Thank you!! for returning for the sequel to The Morning Star. I hope your enjoying Claire's and Jack's adventure so far! Please leave me a review! I enjoy hearing from you! Much love S.E Dymek
Trap:Claire jolted up right in the small cabin bed, her hands clenched trying to figure out what was threatening her. She swung her legs so they were touching the ground as she waited. She was confused because she thought she heard...She could hear it now; men shouting. She stood walking to the door. She could hear men shuffling about as if they were in a hurry. A loud rolling noise from underneath was heard. She instantly knew what it was...cannons. What was going on. She flung open the door and marched out. Men were racing to their post. Everyone's sword was on them. Claire’s eyes spotted Jonah still steering. She frowned while walking to him. Her eyes scan the lower deck looking for Jack. She spotted him across the way giving out orders.“What the hell is going on?” Claire asked, reaching Jonah's side.
TormentClaire had a big grin as she walked up the stairs to the helm. Jonah was staring at her, his face riddled with confusion. She laughed seeing him.“Once all the men are on board Mr. Jonah, you may set sail.” Claire said, laughing more.“Care to explain how the hell you just did, whatever it is you just did?” Jonah said, staring at her like he couldn't believe his eyes.“I-Claire went to explain but her elbow was caught by someone’s hand. The hand gripped it and led her away from the helm. She groaned rolling her eyes knowing who it was without even looking at him.
Talks:Jack paced the floor across the way in his cabin. He had hours, the last time they came up short he killed one of his men. There were no docking sites along the way so no ships to rob. He sank to the ground in front of his desk leaning against it. He wanted to kill him. He had dreams of doing it. He had thought of every way possible. Drowning him, hanging him, gutting him and leaving him on the floor of his own ship like he deserved. He wanted to watch the life fade from his eyes like he had to watch Jason. He leaned his head back into the desk. Maybe he could just kill him tomorrow, he smirked. Get close enough to him just to run his knife through him. He smiled. He felt like if he could kill Rowling and maybe his first mate, everything would fall apart and it would go back to the way it was. This was his only option. He needed to end it all, he needed to kill Rowling and if he died doing it then s
Rowling:The words he’s here shook him to the core. He glanced down at everything he wanted in life sitting in his lap and he panicked. He grabbed a hold of Claire as he stood up lifting her to her feet as well.“What does he’s here mean exactly?” He asked Jonah his eyes frantically looking about the cabin still holding on to Claire.“Wait what?” Claire asked, snapping out of it.“As in he’s boarding the ship now.” Jonah said his own worries came out in his voice.“Fuck..Fuck..Fuck” Jack said still looking for a place to put Claire.
Want:The door of the cabin opened up and he could hear footsteps. He let out a sigh of frustration. The minutes felt like hours as he waited for Jonah to come back. His stomach twisted, all he wanted to know was that they were off his ship.“What in the hell took so long? Is he off my fucking ship yet?” Jack said, trying to see Jonah.A low chuckle echoed through the cabin. Jack gritted his teeth, he hated this man just as much as Rowling. Jack balled his free hand into a fist, trying to control his anger.“Now Jack, that kind of hurts my feelings. Rushing us out like that. We didn’t even get to chit chat.” Kenton chuckled as he walked closer to Jack.“Rowling has everythi
Plans:It was dark and raining...no not raining she was falling. Wait no not falling, sinking. Sinking down into the dark cold emptiness, her skin burned as water started to flood her lungs. Momma was what she tried to say. She felt warmness and reached out towards it. Warm arms captured her pulling her out of the darkness. Hitting the surface she saw her haunting eyes as she sank back into the ice. Momma was what echoed the surrounding shore line. She was running, running hard and fast. He was coming. Arms picked her up holding her close to her. The warmness she clung to. Redhair flying out behind them as they ran through the dark trees. Run. Falling, falling onto the ground her body felt shattered. He was there again. She stood loud banging echoing in her ears. She glanced around her heart sinking, their old room. The banging coming from the door. A bloody bleed morgan standing between here
Port Sin: Clarie leaned over Jack’s desk hovering over the map she was focused on. She was trying to find the perfect spot. They needed a back up plan in case everything went south or they didn't find what they were looking for. She was deep in thought she didn't hear the door open behind her. She fumbled around with different routes but her mind kept taking her to one spot over and over again. It was a cove but it had a secret passage that seemed to be hidden. She traced her finger along the route of the hidden passage. If she could get Rowling's ship in the cove and block off the exit with another ship; they could somehow ambush him using the hidden passage. She ran her finger from the hidden passage to the cover. It would work perfectly. Her finger tapped the cove as she thought. Warm han
Poison:Claire’s body crashed into Jack. Jack quickly grabbed a hold of her limp body. Panic rushing over him as he looked down at her“Claire!” He yelled, shaking her lightly, her head flopping back as he did.Jack watched her chest rise and fall and felt a small bit of relief as she was still breathing.Jonah’s eyes began scanning the bar looking for someone who might be responsible. The girl who brought them the drinks passed in front of them. Jack reached across the bar and grabbed her by the shirt pulling her into him. His other arm still cradling Claire.“You! Where did those drinks come from!” His voice echoe
Home:As the Evening Star pulled out of the cove Claire glanced at Jack who was trying his best to keep himself up right. Claire sighed, shaking her head, she glanced over at Jonah who looked just as worn out as well.“Allright to bed boys.” Claire said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.“What?” Jonah said confused scowling.“Are you coming with me?” Jack smirked, stepping closer to her.“No. You both need rest. I can handle the ship with Logan. You both need to actually relax.” Claire said, swatting Jack lightly as he came to her.Jack sighed, pulling her c
Flames:Jack stood in the center of Rowlings ship looking around. He looked to the men who were now standing still waiting for orders. Everyone had eyes on him.“Captain?” Dean asked the question that all were thinking.Jack cleared his throat looking about the ship. He hated this ship, hated everything it stood for. He glanced at the men who he hoped were just victims as well.“You all have ten minutes gather your belongings and get on the Evening Star. From there you can get on whichever ship you please and head to wherever. This ship doesn't leave this cove.” Jack shouted.“Dean, Logan I need you to round up whatever treasur
Battle: Claire made her way across the lower deck. The Crown was pulling up closer to the Evening Star. Claire smiled seeing her ship. She missed being captain. She missed commanding a crew and a ship. It felt good to see it. As the Crown pulled up on the other side of the Evening Star Claire spotted Jacob at the helm, his eyes locked with hers and a rush of relief washed over Jacob. She was safe and looked good. Claire smiled and waved at him. Jacob nodded in her direction. Jack walked up to her from behind his eyes locking with Jacob as he slid his hand around Claire’s waist pulling her close to him. Jacob narrowed his eyes at Jack. He hadn't heard the full story yet but all Jacob knew was Jack was the reason Claire was in danger. Claire looked from Jack to Jacob confused. “So your first mate, he feels….. protective over
Meeting:Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.He studied the green mossy rocks that covered the side of Raven Peak. The excitement and anxiety of waiting was getting to him. He turned his attention to the two other ships. They were nothing great but they would outnumber Jack. That way if he even thought about fighting he would second guess him
Coordinates:Rowling paced his cabin; it was taking so long to get to Raven’s Peak. He knew Jack wouldn't be able to come up with payment and that's when he would make his offer. Join him or he would slaughter his whole crew. “Why do you care so much about him anyways.” Kentons voice echoed in his head. Rowling frowned for a second, he knew from the moment he saw Jack. He knew that Jack was his son. He looked exactly like his lost wife. The same bronze hair and bright hazel eyes. He regretted leaving her. He could still see her standing on the dock, the baby wrapped up in a wool blanket as she cradled him close to her chest. Tears in her eyes as she begged him to stay. He remembered telling her it was for the best. That he would return when he made something of himself. When he could be worthy of her. He never went back. Years later he had found out she died of s
Escape: Gavin boarded the Morning Star. His man came to attention as his feet hit the deck, he nodded briefly to them as he made his way up to the helm. Dean followed behind him. With each step Dean took he was more and more impressed with this man and his ship. Dean followed Gavin up the stairs to the helm. Thomas met him by the wheel. “I just got a message from Jacob. He said Claire is in danger.” Thomas said glaring at Dean. “Aye.” Gavin said, running his hand through his hair. He looked across the harbor and the Crown was ready to go, they were waiting on the Morning Star, waiting on Gavin. He looked at Dean. He frowned his eyes studying him.
Brainless: Jonah hung from his hands struggling, the pain in his shoulder was searing. He had been attempting to break the rope by rubbing his hands and hoping that the hook holding the rope in place would fray them. The ropes did fray but the pain in his shoulder was becoming too much. He felt like any second his shoulders would be detached. He tried his hardest to stand on the tips of toes but he could only balance for so long. A light was seen at the far end of the hull and the sound of footsteps echoed the empty shell. Jonah began to prepare himself mentally. He knew Kenton wouldn't be able to stay away long. He had someone with him and the person was quiet as they approached. Kenton smiled sickly as he walked by Jonah.“Over here.” Kenton said was almost happy.The man with him didn't say a w
Calling for Backup: Claire hovered over the map alittle longer. She heard the cabin door open and she smiled, knowing who it was by the way he walked. He came up behind her and pulled her close to him. “This doesn’t look like your resting.” Jack said firmly. “What's the plan?” Claire said ignoring his comment. “We're going to meet him. We'll fight and pray everything goes well.” Jack said quietly. Claire groaned and shook her head. A smile came across his face seeing her flustered. It meant she was feeling better. She leaned back into him. “That's not a good plan.” She grumbled. “Well it's really our only option.” He
*This chapter contains graphic scenes*Torture:Jonah was dragged into the bottom of Rowling’s ship. The darkness was overwhelming at first before his eyes adjusted. Kenton who was shoving him along seems to have this place memorised. He pushed him to the back corner of the ship and the smell hit him. It was stomach curling. The smell was a mixture of iron, feces, and ammonia. Rowling put a hand onto his face to cover his nose but the smell didn't phase Kenton. He stumbled around looking for something. He struck a match and lit a candle. The amber glow crept into the cracks of this place. As it creeped across the small area of the ship they were in, the source of the smell was uncovered. Rowling and Kenton had designed their own pers