Blood on the Waves

4

A few days later and I was up and about walking around the deck, but John was watching my every move. "Will you ever leave me alone?" I asked.

"No not till your father calls me off." He smiled like he was enjoying my misery.

"So with Charles around never." I answered.

"Indeed that would be true." He replied.

I walked to the side and leant my lower back against it and crossed my arms over my torso, I glanced over at the Walrus and see my father standing on the top deck, he nods to me, I just look away. I see they have tied Charles to the mast he's looking over our way, so John stands in front of me and places his lips gently on mine. I look over his shoulder and see Charles now glaring at us. I pull away.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, "he will gut you!"

"I've seen the way you look at me." He began. I glanced back at the boat and noticed my father had a disgusted look in his face.

"Please don't flatter yourself i am courting the most feared pirate on the seas, John please accept that." I gently cupped his cheeks with my cold hands. I knew I was being watched and Charles knew what that gesture meant . I walked away to the top deck and leant on the side looking out at the sea and horizon. John kept his distance for now, I wrapped my arms around my waist and sighed.

"What's wrong captain?" My quarter master asked.

"It's nothing." I replied.

"Are you sure?" He inquired.

"Yes." I nodded tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Well I'll be around if you need me," he said softly stroking my arm I knew that would get Charles' back up. A few more hours and we were back in Nassau. John and my father walked on either side of me as we reached the beach, Charles was behind and I was waiting for him to do something, which he did. He pushed John to the ground and began to punch him.

"How dare you kiss my girl!" He growled. I sighed and shot my pistol into the sky, they both stopped immediately.
"Charles over there, Randall take care of Mr silver." I ordered. Now that Charles was to the side I could talk to him. "Stop being so jealous! It was only a kiss and I did not enjoy it." I told him, he went to strike me but I grabbed his wrist and pulled it away, I forced him to his knees and then punched him in the stomach, he doubled over and I let go of his wrist. I pulled his head back by his hair and whispered "hurt my friend again and I won't be so nice." I then walked to the tavern feeling everyone's eyes burn into my back.

My father followed me and slapped me on the back proudly. "Nice work," he smiled.