A Pirate's Life For Me (Mary Read X OC Fanfic)

Chapter 2

                  

A/N So here's chapter 2. Please let me know if you see any mistakes.

I have so much to do today. For the first half of the day I'm going to the market, then when I'm done I have to head to the shop and help Mark run it. I also have something extra on my mind, which is distracting and annoying.

Ever since my conversation with Kidd, I haven't been able to get him out of my mind. Not only is that creepy because we only had one conversation, but it's not like me. Now, I do believe that attraction is something that happens naturally for most people. There are certain people you're naturally attracted to and others you're not. But that's the thing about me, I've never been attracted to men. I think there must be something wrong with me because I always find myself attracted to other women. That's another reason why I wanted to get out of France, there was a girl that I fell completely head over heels for. But she was betrothed to one of my cousins, and hated my guts. I knew I just had to start over. There's something different about Jam- no. No I cannot be thinking things like this about a pirate that I had one conversation with. And it was so short would it even be considered a conversation? I have no idea, I just need to focus on what I need to do.

Today I decide that I am going to wear one of the dresses from my mother. I choose one of the simpler ones. It's green and white, and I put on my necklace, boots, and grab my favorite duel pistols and French sword (A/N see picture for full outfit). Not only will a dress be a bit cooler, but I don't have any clean trousers.

I grab a basket to carry the food in, some Reales, and tell Mark that I'll meet him at the shop later. Walking to the town square is an uneventful trip. I hum some shanties that I've heard over the three years that I've lived here in Nassau, and make sure I stay aware of my surroundings.

I walk to the market, and start planning what Mark and I should have for dinner for the next week. I always have to buy extra food, as Bennet lives alone and doesn't know how to cook. My house is very untraditional though, because Mark is a much better cook than I am. If I need to I can make dinner and it will taste okay, but Mark just is naturally talented at cooking. I prefer baking and making sweets. We have a system, I'll make dessert twice a week if Mark makes dinner.

I walk around looking at the food, picking up and paying for whatever I think we'll need for dinner. I look up and notice how blue the sky is today. I'm not one for always looking at nature and I'm not that outdoorsy, but the sky is so clear and the perfect shade of blue. And of course, me being the klutz I am trip and fall into somebody. I can tell that the person I ran into wasn't paying attention either, because I am now on top of them. I stand up, brushing off my skirt, apologizing and look up into brown eyes, with a scar across the right. No. It can't be! I take a step back and see that it is, in fact, James Kidd. Why him? Why me? Jane you idiot. "Aye! Lass, ye alright?" James asks in that beautiful voice of his. "Oi! I'm fine. Are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention and- Oh my fruit!" I say realizing that all the food I had in my basket was now on the ground. It would be okay with a rinsing off, but I still had to pick it all up. I start gathering it all in my basket again when James starts to help. "You don't have to help me. I was the one who ran into you." I say, feeling bad. "No problem lass. I wasn't payin attention either. But ye look fami- oh! Ye're the one I talked to at the tavern. About goin' to yer shop to get a new pistol." James says. I look up at him and he's pulling a devilish smirk. I laugh and respond by saying "Yeah. I am sorry for running into you" I say putting the last pieces of food into my basket. "No problem lass. Say, I have no idea where yer shop is, mind showing me?" James asks, reaching his hands to my basket. "I don't mind showing you, but what do you want?" I asked, gesturing to his hands. "I'll carry yer basket for ye. I should have been paying attention, then I could have caught ye." James says, winking at me. I feel my face start to go red, but try and stop it. I don't know if it works, but by the way James chuckled I don't think it did.

James is still trying to take my basket and carry it for me, but I won't let him. I told James that I had to drop the food off at home and change, and then I could show him to the shop. Since my cottage is on the way to the shop it won't take long, but I still feel bad that he has to wait.

When we get to the cottage, I invite James inside and tell him he can wait in the living room. I go into my bedroom and see that Mark did some laundry before he left for the shop, so I can change out of my now dirty, and a bit torn, dress.

I put my trousers on, and just as I'm putting on my blouse, the door opens. "Lass would ye mind showing me where yer-"James starts as he looks up, realizing I don't have a shirt on. He turns bright red as I shout "There's this thing called knocking you know!" and using my blouse to cover myself. "So sorry lass!" he calls, shutting the door. I put my blouse on and get my bandana. I tie my hair up so it looks like it's really short and open my door. I go into the living room and see James, who still looks a bit pink, pacing and muttering to himself. I was more embarrassed than anything, because it was an accident, right? I shouldn't be mad at someone for an accident? Right as I'm about to speak up, James starts talking, "Lass, ye've got a nice body" James says smirking, sending me a wink. I feel my face heat up and shove him. It's a playful shove, so he just stumbles a bit because he wasn't expecting it. "Bloody knock next time!" I say, taking light of it just as he is. "So there'll be a next time, eh?" James inquires. I just laugh, not knowing how to respond.

We walk out of the house, joking and messing around. I thought that pirates were supposed to be mean and cold. I didn't know that they could be as loose and nice as James was being. I also thought that last night he started talking to me because he wanted to hook up. What if that's why he did though? Then he decided I was too ugly or boring? Wait, why do I care? But I am a bit curious... maybe I should just ask him. I look over at him, what's the worst that could happen? "James, I have a question." I say. He looks at me and responds with "Fire away mate." Okay, here I go, "Why did you talk to me last night? I mean, it couldn't have been just because you needed a new pistol? Nobody asks a random stranger, a woman no less, where they can buy a pistol?" I ask him. He looks at me, and says "I saw yer French pistols, and they're the most beautiful pair of pistols I think I've ever seen. And if I'm being honest, I thought that ye were quiet stunning." He says with that stupid smirk of his. I laugh, forgetting that I had my pistols in my holster last night. I hope that this is the start of a great friendship.