Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea
You fancy Jack?
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style='font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Chapter 6
style='font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>“Ye Fancy Jack?”
While looking at the dresses that Elizabeth insisted
she take, Cordelia said, “Is it strange that I find Captain Sparrow to be…”
Elizabeth interrupted, “Strange?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Dirty? A bit insane?”
Elizabeth smiled back. “Attractive? an>Yan>You fancy
Jack?”
Cordelia sighed.
“It’s just that he was my rescuer…”
“No, he rescued me too and I still didn’t think he
was…but that’s not important.”
Elizabeth bit her lower lip.
“But he was looking at you as if you were more than a slab of
meat.”
“That’s good right?”
“With Jack?
Oh my, yes. Has he…tried
anything?”
Cordelia smiled.
“He’s been a perfect gentleman.
I bet he’s breaking some pirate rules.”
“Well, they’re more like guidelines anyway,”
Elizabeth laughed. “So, you do
fancy him then?”
Cordelia looked torn. “I do…I’m out of my mind.”
“Why? I certainly couldn’t help my
feelings for Will.”
“It’s insanity, Elizabeth – he’s a pirate!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pirates don’t have relationships, they
have…they have wenches.”
“Will’s father was a pirate.”
“And he had a wife?”
“Yes.”
“And they had a normal relationship?”
Elizabeth’s expression changed.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “No,” she said softly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “But that doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“But it does,” Cordelia said sadly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You mean what you are thinking, you can’t
stop thinking something so quickly.”
“At least let me pretend, Elizabeth.”
“Now, how fair is that to either of you?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> What if Jack feels the same way?”
Cordelia looked at Elizabeth thoughtfully.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Would you think I was mad if I said that…I
want to sail with him?”
“Are you being serious?”
“I have no home here, no ties – not anymore.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I love sailing, I miss it terribly, and
Jack…God, listen to me, I am mad.”
A mischievous smile crossed Elizabeth’s lips.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Come on,” she said pulling Cordelia from
the bed.
“Where are we going?”
“Come on.”
“But I’m still in your dress, Elizabeth.”
“Your dress, Cordelia.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Now, come on.” Elizabeth took Cordelia’s arm and rushed her out to the
kitchen.