Sleep in the Caribbean

I didn't expect that I would appear." I still believe in this point.

But his attitude like he's okay makes me so angry that he won't understand what I've endured to get here.

"You wouldn't have thought why I came here." I sneered, and moved my hands to my waist quietly.

"For me, isn't it?"

But he still smiled brightly as if he didn't care. I couldn't believe whether my following really made him happy, or it was just another deception for unknown reasons.

But his eyes were sincere, and then he gently shook the rum bottle in his hand, which completely broke my reason.

I snatched the wine bottle from his hand, grabbed the bottle and threw it at the wall beside JACK with all my might.

The shards of glass were much thicker than I'd imagined, and splashed over him with the last of the rum spilled.

But he didn't move at all, and he didn't show the pity he expected, or the slightest intention to dodge.

"Don't be so self-confident all the time! JACK, I'm just here to ask you to pay for what you've done!" I found that my voice was a little hoarse from the anger, but it was as cold as ever.

I aimed the remaining half of the bottle at JACK's neck, stared sharply at his face, but didn't dare to look into his eyes.

I felt that I was indeed murderous, but only I could feel the waves in my heart.

The cold glass seemed to take away the last trace of my warmth.

As for JACK, he still didn't move, or make any moves.

After being slightly taken aback, he still looked down at me with doting eyes, and the familiar eyelashes cast a gentle shadow.

"You are injured." He said softly, keenly aware of my blood-stained arm, ignoring all my seemingly childish and aggressive actions.

He raised his hand and covered my gauze-bound arm with a generous palm, and the temperature instantly spread to my cold body like poison.

The corner of his mouth was smiling, and the pity in his eyes was something I had never seen before, so I really wanted to believe it.

I frowned, and pressed the sharp glass closer to his skin:

"...Do not touch me!"

I really saw the sadness in his eyes, touching the softest place in my heart.

He responded with a bleak smile.

"How did you get here...?"

His tenderness, in my opinion, was very aggressive, so I resisted, and my heart hurt even more.

He moved his hand to my face that must be paler by now, but I was so damn stiff that I couldn't move.

"You've lost weight, honey..."

When his hand finally touched my face, the phrase "dear" was finally accompanied by tears that I didn't know when the embankment had collapsed, moistening his rough but thick palm.

I'm already in tears.

I dropped the glass in my hand, which was as fragile as my heart, and lowered my head.

Couldn't take another look at this cunning pirate.

"You bastard..." I murmured almost faintly, uncontrollable tears hindered my pronunciation, "You clearly know...you clearly know..."

At this time, JACK's open arms firmly embraced me, who was weak, without the slightest hesitation, and pressed me against his solid chest, the place I dreamed of.

The warmth and strong sense of security he embraced me finally completely shattered the helplessness and unrest I felt traveling alone for a long time.

I finally, silently no longer forced to stop the endless tears.

"You clearly know... You clearly know that I can't kill you... You clearly know what will happen to me if you leave me there... You clearly know...!!!"

I grabbed his clothes and cried like a child without any scruples in his firm arms, feeling his smell and real touch.

All this is so familiar and unreal.

I held him tightly, as if he would disappear again soon, and let the tears vent the long-standing lonely and restless emotions.

But JACK still didn't move, or said too much, he hugged me tightly, and patted my back from time to time.

"You know it clearly...you just rely on..."

I love you.

I murmured, but swallowed the last three words.

The unbridled crying made me feel a little dizzy, I snuggled into JACK's arms heartily, and gradually calmed down my breathing and emotions.

I felt the change in his jaw against mine and I knew he was smiling.

I suddenly felt extremely relieved, and then I remembered that I have experienced so much without interruption, and I have never had a good rest, even for a moment.

Just for the person I am embracing now.

The feeling of ease was transmitted to me along with JACK's stable breathing and steady body temperature, which completely relaxed my cold body.

Why can a pirate give people so much sense of security.

I feel groggy for a while, can I really just fall asleep like this?

"You came to me, MYBLACKPEAL..."

JACK's deep voice seemed to be the sound of nature, and this was the last sentence I heard.

When I woke up, I suddenly realized that the JACK that appeared before and the tenderness seemed like a dream.

Because I have had too many such dreams.

And every time, I wake up in loss and despair.

I got up quickly, only to find that the gloomy alley was no longer in front of me, but another brilliant sun rising by the beach.

What surprised me even more was a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist.

"You're awake, honey."

JACK is hugging me from behind at this moment, holding me in front of him in an extremely ambiguous posture, sitting on the beach blown by the sea breeze.

He is still with me.

And this "dear" with a hoarse but cheerful and sexy voice, and the scene in front of me, gave me the illusion that I was still on an isolated island in exile, and everything was a dream.

But this kind of unreal happiness does exist, and I feel a little cramped for a while.

I looked back at JACK, with maybe a little silly confusion.

And what responded to me was his gentle eyes and the wicked corners of his mouth.

Straight to the touch of my heart.

After the encounter in the alley, he did not abandon me again, but somehow moved me, fainted from exhaustion and slack, to this beautiful coast.

He pampered me in a timely manner and hugged me to his chest, so that there was no gap between us.

Honestly, it's pretty romantic.

Maybe I'm used to misfortune, and this tenderness makes me feel too happy.

I couldn't help but blush again.

JACK's hair can almost shake my cheeks, which is indeed too close for me.

I suddenly realized my burnout, did I find JACK all the way for this kind of tenderness?

I feel very disappointed.

But the feeling of this contact was so good that I was still so nostalgic that I didn't move.

He hugged me like a child, I can clearly feel his love, but I'm not that delicate.

"I dreamed of you, honey."

JACK's deep voice rang from my ears, and it tickled me for a while, and I could even feel the resonance in his chest.

"You are smaller than now, just like this," he hugged me even tighter, "you curl up in my arms like a kitten..." He paused, smiling so pleasantly and ambiguously, "Have we met before...huh?"

It sounds like one of the countless love words that JACK is best at, but his description and the current scene seem to remind me of something.But as always, the feeling was as weak as falling into a bottomless pit.

I quickly gave up.

"Very old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation..." I said indifferently, afraid that he would hear the coquettish smile in my tone, "Even if you say that, you won't have the chance to act recklessly against me again. "

I still want to accuse him of abandoning me and making decisions about my life for me, but he did not run away again, which was indeed beyond my expectation and made me feel at ease.

"But you're in a trap now, PET."

Jack said confidently, two tufts of beards swept across my neck, itching.

I finally laughed out loud.

"Maybe I'll regret it," I finally turned to look him in the eyes, "but if you do that stupid thing again, I'll make you regret it for life."

This kind of sweet and greasy threat even makes me feel a little nauseous.

"AYE.." And JACK replied with a smile, which seemed to show that he was satisfied with my behavior.

His breath, as if forever drunk with rum, invaded me.

I don't know if his pleasure is because my pursuit makes him feel very attractive, or because of my affirmation of my ability to get here all the way alone.

I just don't want to admit that he did it because of the unspoken feelings between us.

Maybe I'm still fighting.

JACK always responds to me with an ambiguous attitude.

But in retrospect, I don't seem to have expressed anything positively.

I firmly believe that actions speak louder than words.

He may have seen through me,

But I may never be able to understand his true inner thoughts.

And our mutual eyes are full of affection at this moment, just like the night on the boat, we need each other so much, so hot.

Everything seems to be in order,

In order to prevent me from taking risks, he left me to give me stability; in order to be by his side, I traveled half a world to come to this vicious place.

Even if he doesn't really think so, but, I want to believe it just once.

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