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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 28, 2006 21:08:28 GMT
We walk onto the veranda and I let Jack into my house "no importar del lío" don't mind the mess I tell him and I follow him inside my house. I lead him towards the livingroom, where I have a table with two chairs "Please sit down, do you like port?" I ask him, thinking that he drinks some kind of alcohol
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Post by Jacky on Nov 28, 2006 21:23:09 GMT
"Si, that'd be fine." I tell her, taking off my hat.
I look around the room curiously. It's not too decorated, like most of these kind of houses. The room is clad simple and efficient. And I must say I have no idea what 'mess' she's talking about. It seems neat enough to me.
I take a seat on one of the chairs, investigating further. The only thing that stands out is the painting on the wall. A painting of a ship. And quite a pretty one at that. My gaze lingers on it for a long while. The white sails of the vessel are drawn billowing in the wind. The waves beneath crashing up against its hull. From where I'm seated I can only just read the name that's darker on the wood. 'El destino'.
"I like your painting." I comment, drawing my gaze away from it again. It travels back to her as she takes a bottle out of the cupboard. While she's turned with her back towards me, I eye her curiously. Her dress shows no more of her legs than just the anckles, but those are slim and graceful. Looking upwards, I take notice of the curve of her hips, her backside, the narrow waist. A feminine back, not broad or excessively strong. And the smooth curve of her shoulders which are revealed by the dress. She's a sight.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 29, 2006 8:19:14 GMT
I take two glasses out of my cabinet and then go back to the table. I look at the painting Jack is talking about and I smile a little 'Gracias, Lo hice" I made it I look a little modest 'I was bored when my husband was on one of his journeys. 'él era marinero también' He was a sailor too.. and that is exactly how I think of Jack, I think he's a sailor, not a pirate... I have no idea I'm having a pirate in my house. The same kind that killed my husband..
As I tell Jack about the painting I poor some port into our glasses and I hand one glass to Jack, then I sit down and cross my legs. I look at Jack and smile a little. He has such fine facial expression, he is quite handsome for a young man.
I look down at my glass and then remember that I have nothing to eat for Jack "Estoy apesadumbrado, yo no tengo cualquier cosa comer" I'm sorry, I don't have anything to eat "But if you stay, I can make diner" I suggest.
I don't know why I am offering, mostly because I want to do something in return for his help.. but a part of me also just wants his company, another person from outside of Valencia to talk to, new stories to listen to.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 29, 2006 19:09:24 GMT
I take a sip of the port to disguise the grin that was urged to creep onto my features. When I swallowed the wine down, I look over to her with a more neutral (yet content) expression, and I nod. "If it's not too much trouble.. I'd like that." I tell her.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 29, 2006 20:23:46 GMT
"ningún problema en todos" no problem at all I assure him 'I love to cook, the more the better' I smile and meet his gaze '¿decirme algo sobre ti?' tell me something about YOU I insist.
I told him about me but I don't know more then his name yet. I want to know more about this man, for some reason he seems very intreaging.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 29, 2006 20:28:58 GMT
"Well.. I'm a sailor, as you seem to have figured." I turn the glass in a small circle, so the port turns with it. I look at it and take another swig before I continue. "Soy.." I hesitate, looking for the right word. "..First Mate." I just finish in English. "..en un barco que comercía." The fact that it's on a trading ship is a lie, but no more than that. My record is still fairly clear.
I lean forward and grin at her. "We had a pretty tough journey here. Did ye hear 'bout the storm just offshore Spain..?" I question.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 29, 2006 20:38:21 GMT
I shrug "no, I haven't heard any news from the sea yet, not in six weeks. Tell me about it ?" I ask him.
I could really use some other stuff to talk about, the subject is moving towards Marcello again. Whenever he was at sea he'd write me about the storms, the adventures. When he got back he told me all about them. I love to listen to stories like that.. maybe I just want Jack to tell me because it reminds me of Marcello anyways?
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Post by Jacky on Nov 29, 2006 20:49:35 GMT
"It was a hurricane, pretty bad." I tell her, in a mixture of Spanish and English. "We couldn't sail away from it cos we were low on storage, so we had to go through it." A twinkle comes to my eyes at the memory. I tell her in detail how we countered it. How brilliantly we sailed with it, even, to close to the shore of Spain.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 29, 2006 20:52:45 GMT
I listen to his story and by the way he speaks of the sea I can tell it is his primero y solamente amor. his first and only love. I grin a little and when he ends the story I finally drink from my port again. The story was too interesting to turn away from. I smile at Jack 'sounds magnificant' I tell him, clearly loving to hear stories like that.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 29, 2006 21:01:07 GMT
"It is. Ese barco es el mejor en el mundo." I grin slightly, telling her how 'my' ship is the best in the world. I drink the last of the port and put the empty glass down. "Do you like the sea?" I ask, just wondering.
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