A Rouges Wife (Jack Dawkins x OC)

Chapter 1: Return

*3rd Person P.O.V.*

~Jack's Perspective~

Jack Dawkins had transformed himself and his life, a gentleman, and a surgeon. He had a job and a future now. Thanks to someone taking pity on him. He didn't miss his old life, ever, but he was missing something in his life. Unsure of what it was he tried to find it but it never came to him.

Prisoners lined up and waited for there faits, Jack along with his colleague Sneed where checking prisoners for disease. But it was mostly just sea sores and scurvy. So they had nothing to worry about.

"Cheer up, Dawkins." Sneed said. "You look like you swallowed a lemon." Jack ignored him and continued doing his job, with dignity.

Until...

"Hello, Dodge." The person said. "Been a time?"

A woman stepped forward, Jack knew his woman, he hadn't seen her in 15 years. And yet here she was. Alive. Wearing very promiscuous clothes and looking like she had been through hell and back. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the other side of the building. He was stunned and surprised to see her. He couldn't even find words.

"Cat got your tongue?" She asked.

Jack pulled himself together. "You're dead, they hanged you 15 years ago in Newgate."

"Surprise, surprise." SHe chuckled. "What are you? Why are they saulting you like your royalty?"

Jack stuttered a little. "I was a navy surgeon, an officer."

"Oh." She said. "Done well for yourself, dodge. I'm proud."

Jack came closer and asked. "What the hell are you doing here, Anya?"

Anya shrugged carelessly. "Well, her majesty and I thought that I could benefit from a bit of quiet time in the colony."

"Now, you listen to me," Jack said angrily. "I can decide your fate with a stroke of my pen, so if one word gets out about our past..."

She shook her head before he even finished. "No, I would never do that. Never. To even think it hurts. No. I'm here for you just as I hope your here for me. Because sometimes, a covey gets pushed into a corner like a rat, and the only way out is to bite. So, don't make me bite you, Dodge." She lightly poked him in the chest.

"What do you want?" He asked, caustously.

She whispered. "Well, a little birdy flapped in and whispered to me that you'd escaped from prison in London. Do they hang escaped convicts here?" Jack shoved her against the wall, she smirked. "I'll take that as a yes. Don't fret I'd never give you up, just keep me off that chain gang."

"Dawkins." A man said, Captain Gaines. "Everything all right?"

"Yes," Jack assured him. "I thought she might have something contagious but it's just her stench."

"Where's she going?" Gaines asked. "I need another on the chain gang. Doesn't matter if she doesn't last that long." She gave Jack a warning look.

"No, I was thinking of making her my convict servant." Jack said.

"Really? That's unconventional."

Jack said. "I see untapped potential."

"Very untapped, I'd say."

Jack shrugged. "Yes, I have a nose for this kind of thing."

"Yes, well, you'll want to plug it. The woman smells like an old corpse." Gaines made a disgusted face.