Not a Treasure of Silver and Gold - Jack Sparrow x reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑 - 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

The belly of the Dauntless was like the hollow stomach of a whale, supported by a wooden skeleton with endless corridors and dark rooms, only sparsely illuminated by candles. 

You knew the Dauntless from your father's stories: one of the best armed ships of the Caribbean. 

Large. Equipped. Intimidating. 

Especially from the outside. 

And now that Chris dragged you through its belly with full force, the inside became frightening too. 

His pull was strong. 

He didn't hurt you, yet it wasn't the gentleness you were used to: His gentle hands that had lifted your chin when you were sad, that had cupped your cheeks when you were happy, that had hugged your figure in excitement. 

These hands were now gone and instead squeezed your wrist very tightly and harsh.

You didn't speak to each other, just rushed in silence through the wooden corridors of the vessel: You came past the bunks and sleeping places and through the galley until you came to the salon, the dining and lounge area. 

There was a bunch of long, rectangular tables with benches on either side, dim candlelight illuminating the walls and the smell of food wavering around.

Chris let go of your hand and pushed the corner of a bench aside so you could sit down.

Then he turned to you. 

The joy he had shown earlier had left his face. Instead, the tall man eyed you from above with an expression that was unfamiliar to you.

"Sit", he said bluntly and without any sign of emotion.

Perplexed, you looked into his eyes, hoping to see his gaze soften and the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, but when you couldn't notice any reaction, you just nodded and sat down silently.

And slowly the feeling of uncertainty returned. Again. 

The security that Chris normally gave you had disappeared, and you were sitting there, hollow and confused. Again. 

Not knowing what to expect or what would happen. Again.

You looked after Chris as he turned around and disappeared into the galley.

You had a thousand questions on your mind. What was wrong with him? Was he not happy to see you? Was he perhaps just worried that he had found you stranded on an island in the company of a pirate? Or was he seriously angry with you?

But most importantly: What was he doing on the Dauntless in the first place?

You thought back to the conversation with the Commodore. 

Chris had said he was on the vessel on your father's behalf, looking for you. But how could that be? Had he perhaps talked to your father and told him your plan?

The questions piled up in your head, but no matter how hard you tried to find answers, you couldn't make sense of what was happening. 

You shuddered. 

What on earth was going on?

When Chris returned, he was holding a plate of dried peas and lentils, rusks, and a piece of fish in his left hand, in his right hand a mug that you assumed contained water.

After reaching you, the broad man slammed plate and mug on the table, so forceful that the contents of the mug splashed over its edges.

You flinched and looked at him with big eyes.