Accidentally in love

Chapter 29

"Now we will clean up the kitchen," Black said firmly, completely ignoring Jack's advances.

Jack wanted to pout and protest, but decided against it; it was probably better anyway. Wasn't it...?
He was too frustrated to be able to think straight.
Black, on the other hand, appeared to have no trouble with the situation because he proceeded to clean up the large mess they had made on the counter that was covered in whey and random objects.
Jack decided to do the mature thing and help him, even though it went against his childish desire to pout. More often than not, he found himself being strangely grown up around Black; eating healthy and cleaning things up. It was something he wasn't used to, but realized he enjoyed. He was so bored of being nothing but a silly, useless, immature child that wasn't actually good for anything; of course a part of him would always remain like that – a part of him would always be a boy who just wanted to have fun – but there was another part too... The part that he had denied for so many years. The part that wanted to eat salad and have sex.

Even though the kitchen looked like such a mess that Jack thought it would take them all day, it turned out to be only 10 or 15 minutes. Black was extremely quick and efficient at cleaning – unlike Jack, who wasn't used to housework at all because it was a horrible, boring activity that he never ever did. Except apparently it wasn't as bad as he had always believed it to be; especially because while they cleaned, they chattered about cheese, goats, and the small freshwater ponds around the island that Jack really wanted to see. Of course he would still much rather have sex, but since that didn't appear to be an option, he settled for what he got: a tour around the island. It began behind the garden, where the goats were.

"Are they not inside a fence or something? Do they just run around wild?" Jack asked once the most urgent goat cuddling was over and the goats allowed them to take a few steps.

"Yes, they are. The goat pen is entirely fenced in because otherwise they will sit and poop on my porch the whole time, not to mention destroy all my flowers, but the pen is very large so it includes parts of the forest. The fence is behind those trees there." Black pointed at the tropical forest surrounding the small clearing that also hosted a wooden shed with only 3 walls that served as a goat house. The rain gutter from the roof ended in a large, stone-carved basin that served as a drinking station, and the floor of the rather low hut was covered in straw, or dried grass, or something of the sort.
"The goat area is around 1 hectare (nearly 2,5 acres) with plenty of grass clearings, trees, and a sandy beach."

Jack laughed. "Your goats have a private beach? Seriously? Do they like to go swimming?"

Pitch laughed. "They love it! On hot days you can see them wadding through the water with only their heads coming out!"

Jack had actually been joking. "Are you serious? Goats like the beach?" he asked in disbelief.

The cheerful demon nodded happily. "Oh yeah. They grew up here so they're used to it. Goats also love salt so after bathing they will lick the salt off each other, which makes them very thirsty so they will drink a lot and this leads to them producing more milk." He grinned.

Again, Jack laughed. He still found the entire situation unreal; strolling through small forest paths on a warm island with Pitch Black, while a group of noisy pet goats followed them around. That wasn't normal.
...Or was it...?

Their conversation of goats and cheese continued all the way until the line of the trees suddenly stopped at the beach, where they both paused dead in their tracks.
Out on the ocean, far out but still close enough to see clearly, were the white sails of a ship.

"Humans," Black muttered quietly.

"I thought they never came here?" Jack asked nervously. He wasn't sure why he felt anxious – he dealt with humans all the time and they couldn't even see them – but the thought of them being there suddenly bothered him tremendously.