Chapter 22: Homecoming
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Time seemed to have lost much of its meaning during the many weeks on the open ocean. Every time Jack looked out past the ship or through one of the many port windows, the sight never changed. The enormous and seemingly endless body of water presented the same view at the very break of day and at the onset of night, a quiet tranquility that remained changeless.
Regardless of the setting, the calendar
did
change. Four long weeks had passed since the
Destiny
and the rest of Task Force 21 set their course due east. That morning, their destination was finally in sight.
Jack had been preparing for the start of the day when the radio went off with a sighting of the Javan homeland. He immediately left his desk and peered out the window. Even though the lookout could see land, it didn't mean he could from his vantage point. Sure enough, the only thing he saw was open ocean.
"You look a little jumpy, Commodore."
Jack turned to face Abigail, who was also working at his desk that morning. The brunette commander usually did these days, seeing as she spent a good portion of her time in his quarters. It became only natural that she should work alongside him as well, as much as that was possible for two officers.
"I just can't believe we're home. I was hoping to see the mainland just to make sure I hadn't imagined the radio call," said Jack as he once more looked out the window.
"It has been a long four weeks," she agreed as she hopped out of her chair and approached the window beside him. Her hand soon rested against his back, a comforting touch that made him want more. Jack turned and pulled her in front of him so she could have the better view, all the while his hands wrapped around her hips.
"It should be just over there," he said, pointing toward the eastern horizon. "It feels like we've been gone too long."
"That's because we have," said Abigail with a soft giggle. "It's almost been a year, Jack."
He placed a kiss against her neck. "Have I really known you that long?"
She laughed softly. "Best year of your life, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, about that . . ."
Abigail turned and poked him. "You were saying?"
He wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her in for a long kiss. "You're damn right it was. Even with all that's been going on."
"You're referring to all this king business, aren't you?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing the low emphasis she placed on it was only the tip of the iceberg.
Jack laughed. "Yeah, something like that."
"Well, we're home now. So you have to pretend to be Javan at least until we can leave." Abigail then pointed to some of his blond hair, especially some locks that were now escaping from his cap. "And that means you need a haircut."
Jack feigned a hurt expression. "What's wrong with my hair?"
She patted his face consolingly. "Nothing, my love. But if you're going to see Admiral Bancroft, you might want to make sure you look as professional as you can."
Jack growled. "I've gotten used to the relaxed standards while on our mission."
Abigail pulled her hand away from his face suddenly. "I've noticed. Have the barber include a fresh shave while he's at it."
It was for that reason that Jack opened the door to his quarters to Butch, the resident barber on the
Destiny
, about twenty-five minutes later. Jack was well-familiar with the man, seeing as he'd been cutting his hair since Jack had been on the ship. The name of Butch was a nickname, given because of the man's impressive stature and very short-cropped hair.
Butch eyed his hair almost immediately and started to laugh. "Wow, Jack, how long has it been?"
Seeing as their relationship was mostly informal, Jack had no qualms about the man not using his title.
"Too long," said Jack with a chuckle as he grabbed another lock of hair. "Plus I figured with us being this close to home, it's about time I got it done."
"You and all the rest of the men," said Butch as he got out his scissors and razor. "I've been working nonstop the last three days as everyone gets cleaned up for their girlfriends or their families. Now that we're almost home, everyone has to look like their woman remembered 'em!"
Jack grinned and cast his eyes over to Abigail, who was watching them with an amused expression. "Funny you should mention that, Butch."
Not one to be left out of the conversation, she approached them both as Jack sat down in a chair. "Butch, do you think you can clean up all this scruff back here? And give him a clean shave? I like him so much better when he's smooth."
Butch chuckled. "Yes, ma'am, you'll barely recognize him when I'm done with him."
"No need to be that drastic," said Abigail before she cast her eyes back on Jack. "I kind of like the way he looks now."
"Only kind of, huh?" shot back Jack.