CHAPTER 6 – The Scare and the Plan

You awoke the next morning, sighing and stretching. You still have your eyes closed when you roll over and feel someone next to you. You smile. "Will," you whisper.

You hear a grunt and the man wakes up. "What did ye say?"

Your eyes fly open. Next to you, his head popping out from under the covers, was none other than Jack. "Morning, luv!"

You scream. And scream. You smack him on the head and fly out of the bed.

"Ouch! What was that for?!"

You continue screaming bloody murder, along with every single horrible word you know to go along with it.

"Luv! Calm down! Nothin' 'appened, we both got a bit drunk, that's all."

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"LUV! WOULD YE JUST LISTEN TO ME FER A MOMENT?!"

You stop screaming. "What, Jack Sparrow?!"

"Look down at yerself."

You do. "Your point is?!"

"Look at me."

"Why?!"

"Just do it!" You do. "What do we both 'ave in common in this situation?"

"We... um..." you blush as you figure it out. "We both have our clothes on."

"Exactly. Nothin' happened. We just passed out drunk on the bed. Although," he adds with an afterthought, "YE were the wild one last night."

You frown. "JACK SPARROW WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"

"Nothin' like what yer probably thinkin'!" he climbs out of bed. "But... do ye remember what happened right before we both passed out?"

You think before a moment, and blush a deep purple. "Oh no..."

Jack can feel the heat from your face on him. "Uh huh."

"Jack, listen..."

"No need to explain," he says, waving his hands around. "We all do stupid things when we're drunk. I know I have..."

You smile. Nothing really bad did happen after all. A second later the door opens and Gibbs walks in.

"What's been goin' on in here?!" he asks. "Ye almost blew me ears out!" He glances at the bed, untidy and unmade, then back at you and Jack, hair and clothes ruffled. ANever mindY I don't wanna know." With that, he shuts the door. You and Jack exchange uncomfortable glances.

* * *

He smiles to himself, for he now knew a way to get you back and make Jack pay.

* * * *

1 day before the Wedding in Port Royal

The merchant ships come once a year every summer to Port Royal to do some trading. This year, one of the main reasons they were coming was to see how good this blacksmith in the town was at making swords to sell all over. At the crack of dawn the sound of ships pulling into the port was heard, and the merchants were unloading their merchandise.

Will had been up long before this waiting for them anxiously. A grin forms on his face when he hears the shop door open and a few of the merchants walk in. "Hello!" he says cheerily. "Welcome! I am Will Turner, the town=s blacksmith!"

"Beautiful swords, Mr. Turner," says one of them in a heavy French accent.

"Yes, yes, very beautiful indeed! How much for them?"

Will walks behind them and shuts the door. "Gentlemen," he says quietly. "I don't ask for a price. Instead, I ask for your help and assistance. You do have a ship, right?"

They all nod, and exchange glances. "Good. Well, here's the thing... my best friend has been kidnapped by a pirate who I thought was my friend. Are you all familiar with Captain Jack Sparrow?"

They all nod and exchange glances again. Will continues. "Well, he's the kidnapper. And there's something I REALLY need to tell her so I've got to get her back. We had a misunderstanding and if she dies it's my fault. The only thing... I've got to get out of here by tomorrow. There's an arranged marriage I'm being forced into. I'll give you all the swords for no charge if you help me escape."

A man stepped forward, holding out his hand. "I am Captain Roccé. You 'ave my vord of secrecy. Ve shall not breathe a vord of zis to anyone. Ve 'ave an accord!" Will smiles and shakes his hand. "Velcome to ze crew of ze Emma!"

"Thank you! Now, here's my plan on how to escape..."

* * * * *

CHAPTER 7 – Can’t Breathe

You walk into the Captain's Quarters, finding Jack... on the floor looking into his 'secret haven'. You roll your eyes. "Jack, where exactly are we heading?" He jumps.

"JIMINIE CRICKETS!" he yells, whipping around. "Oh, it's you, luv. Ye tryin' to scare the pants off me?!" You frown. "Apologies... scare the rum out o' me?"

"That's better. Now, where exactly are we heading?"

"Aye, no where in particular, we're just sailing aimlessly aroun', unless ye want to go somewhere..."

You shake your head. Jack shrugs and goes back to emptying his stash. "Jack, why do you always have to drink so much?"

"Because rum is good for ye!" he says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"No it's not! It turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels!"

"So?" replies Jack, emerging with two bottles of rum. "I've been a scoundrel since the day I was born." He grins. You roll your eyes.

"Ye disagreein' with me?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow and grinning mischievously.

"So what if I am?!" you say, backing away. He gently sets the two bottles down on the floor. He smirks.

"No one disagrees with Cap'n Jack Sparrow withou' payin'!" he bolts after you and you make a run for the other side of the room. He is blocking the only exit so you really have no where to go. "Ye can run, but ye can't hide!" he says, finally catching up to you and grabbing you around the waist and beginning to tickle you.

"No! Stop! Aaaaah!" You are very ticklish and start laughing uncontrollably. "Jack!" you gasp out. "I - can't - breathe!" You turn around in his grasp so that you are facing him. He looks serious for the first time that you've seen and stops tickling you.

"Neither can I," he replies. Your heart starts pounding as he pulls you close, his face slowly inching towards yours. His arms are still on your waist.

"Cap'n!" a voice calls, coming into the doorway. It's Gibbs. "I'm gettin' sick o' steerin' so y-" but he breaks off as he sees you and Jack, his lips less than an inch away from yours.

Jack quickly pulls away, takes his arms off you, and clears his throat. He plays with some of his dreadlocks, staring at the floor. You too look down at the rug, a blush creeping into your face.

"Am I interruptin' anythin'?" Gibbs asks.

"No, no, nothin'..." Jack says quietly. "I'll be up in a minute to take care o' the wheel."

Gibbs nods, shaking his head. "Why, WHY do I always have to walk in durin' the wrong moments..." you hear him mutter.

Jack starts to follow him out of the room, but once he is sure Gibbs is already up the stairs, he runs back to you, grabs you, and kisses you right on the spot. He grins, gives you a wink, and then walks off to the deck. You sink down into a chair, trying to slow your breathing, close your eyes, and smile.

In Port Royal

The big day had finally come for Elizabeth. She was finally marrying Will! The maids had finally finished doing her hair and she stood up to survey herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled into an up-do with a few curled strands cascading down. Her dress was made of fine silk with white rosettes and pearls embroidered in. Her train was five feet long and edged with lace. There was a knock on the door and her father walks in.

"Oh, my dear Elizabeth!" he gasps. She smiles. "You look absolutely stunning! Mr. Turner is a lucky man!"

"Ready to go, father?" they link arms and begin to walk downstairs to the hall of the chapel. The priest meets them halfway with a message.

"The groom has informed me that he will be a few minutes late," he says, with an odd expression on his face.

"What's the excuse? It's my daughter's wedding, you know!" says the Governor.

"Zipper problems..." says the priest. Elizabeth and her father exchange glances. "He said to start the ceremony, he'll be there in a few minutes." And with that, he walks off to the altar.

The Governor squeezes Elizabeth's hand. "This is it, my darling!"

The music starts to play, and they begin to walk down the aisle. They reach the altar and the priest makes the announcement that the groom will be a few minutes late. So they wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Finally, everyone looks at their pocket watches to see that they have been waiting for twenty minutes. The Governor nods to Commodore Norrington, who makes his way to the dressing room for the groom. All is silent as they wait.

A moment later, they all hear thundering footsteps as they see Norrington emerge out of the side hall. "HE'S GONE!"

* * * * *

CHAPTER 8 – A Problem Indeed

"You there! Raise that sail! Up with that anchor! Quickly! We've got to get out of here!" Will starts to shout out orders the moment he had run out of his dressing room and onto the Emma. He turns and sees Captain Roccé coming towards him. "I'd like to thank you again, Captain."

"Yes, anytime for our friends," he replies.

"I wonder when they'll realize when I'm gone," Will chuckles. Roccé turns around.

"Now vould be my guess!"

Off in the distance, they could see men scrambling to get onto ships and set sail after them. Will walks over to the other side of the ship, leaning on the rail and gazing into the horizon.

"Are you thinking about 'er?" he hears Roccé ask. He nods.

"Back zere, in ze blacksmith shop, you said zat ze reason you are going after 'er is because you 'ave something to tell 'er. Out of curiosity, vat is it?"

Will doesn't look at his companion, he just continues to gaze out across the sea. He sighs, then says softly, "I love her."

* * * *

The sun was setting and you are walking across the deck of the Pearl, scuffing the heel of your shoe against the wood and gazing out at the sea. All day you haven't been able to stop thinking about the kiss that Jack had given you. But then another thought interrupted your mind...

Will.

You trip because of a scuff, falling backwards, but someone catches you.

"Ye'll want ter be careful there, luv, an' I was wonderin' who was makin' that racket." He grins and sets you right.

"Thanks, Jack." You lean against the railing. Jack does the same also, right next to you, and lets out a deep sigh.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You nod. "One of me earliest memories o' the sea was watching the sunset with me dad."

You smile, turning to him. You can just picture Jack's father holding a mini-version of Jack up against the railing. "I've never heard you talk about your father. What happened to him?"

Jack continued to gaze out at the glowing red ball, it reflecting in his eyes. "I dunno," he replied simply, yet sadly. "When I was twelve 'e was lost at sea. We 'aven't 'eard any news since."

The smile quickly fades from your face and you gently put your hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Jack," you say quietly.

"Ah, don' worry about it." He turns to you and gives you a grin that tells you he will be fine. Then, he sneaks behind you and puts his arms around your waist. "Now, what's been goin' on with ye?"

"Nothing much, really," you reply truthfully. "Just... thinking about home... the man who broke my heart..."

You feel Jack's hold on you tighten a bit. You sigh. "It's just... Jack, I've developed feelings for you, but I think that some are still there for Will."

"Will?" Jack asks. "Will Turner?!"

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

He lets go of you and begins pacing the deck, muttering, "Oh no, oh no, not good, not him, not Will..."

"Jack, is something wrong?" you ask, cocking your head at him.

"Listen, luv," There's gotta be more than one Will Turner in Port Royal, there's gotta be... "Was this Will Turner a blacksmith?"

"Yes."

"Facial hair?"

"Yes..."

"Long brown hair?"

"Uh huh..."

"A real ladies man?"

"I guess so.”

"Brown eyes?"

"Jack, where are you going with this?”

"Really good with a sword?"

"YES! Jack, do you know him?"

Jack looks down at the floor, biting his lip. "Luv, we've got a problem."

* * * * *

CHAPTER 10 – Love?

Your mouth falls open. "JACK, YOU KNOW WILL?!" you scream.

He wrings his hands. "Well, yeah, 'e's one o' me best friends... now, however, I think 'e may think differently o' me..."

You start to pace the length of the ship. "Why couldn't you have told me this in the first place?!"

This wasn't good at all. You were falling in love with Jack.

Wait, it couldn't be love. Not yet. I mean, come on, you only had one kiss with him. But that kiss was so wonderful... it had mended your heart...

And now the stitches were coming loose, you realize. You still had feelings for Will. But he broke you heart. And Jack had mended it. And now they KNOW EACH OTHER?! It wouldn't be so bad if you were in love with two men who didn't know each other, you think, but now it was ruining a friendship. And whos fault was that? Yours.

"Luv?" Jack asks. "Ye all right?"

"All right? ALL RIGHT?!" you yell. "Oh yes, Jack, I'm just peachy."

He looks at you, seeing through the sarcasm. You sigh, and when you start to speak your voice cracks. "Oh Jack," you whisper. "I'm ruining your brotherhood with Will... this is all my fault..."

"No, luv, don' say that. It's not yer fault. I should've told ye that I knew Will."

Jack puts his arms around you. "Jack, I feel horrible... I'm in love with two men..."

"Don't feel horrible. An' if yer thinkin' yer filthy, yer not. Believe me, yer not like the women in Tortuga."

"Thanks, Jack."

"Any time, luv." He strokes your back. "Luv, yer... in love with me?"

You are silent. Well, that is what you said... You nod your reply. Jack catches your eye and smiles at you.

"Well, this is good, 'cause I think I love ye too, luv."

You smile. Jack's comment had really eased your mind. Maybe, just maybe, you had made up your mind... Jack leaned closer towards you and kissed you. For that moment you seemed to have forgotten about Will, all the heartache he had caused you, the pain and tears you'd gone through. You loved someone, and for the first time in your life, they loved you back.

"Cap'n!" came Gibbs' voice. He walked to the other side of the deck just in time to see Jack kissing you tenderly.

Gibbs looks up at the sky. "Why, WHY is it always me?!"

You two break apart. "Well, maybe ye should ask if somethin's goin' on before ye invade me privacy, man!"

"Aye, I'll do that from now on," he replies. "We're approachin' an island, deserted by the looks of it, and we was all wonderin' if ye think we should stop."

Jack looks at you. You are excited to be on a tropical island so you nod. He turns back to Gibbs. "Aye, that sounds good."

You grin as Gibbs walks away, then go over to the railing. You can already see the island approaching. "Oh Jack," you say, "I can't wait!"

Neither can the person behind you, they think, as they snap the telescope back, frowning yet smiling at the same time as they watch Jack put his arms around you.

* * * *

The next day you arrived at the island. Jack lowers the anchor and jumps in the rowboat and you follow. Once the two of you reach the shore Jack hops out to help you, then turns to the island and takes a great breath.

"Ah, nothin' like this. Well, maybe rum..."

You laugh. The island was beautiful. There was white sand all along the shore, and palm trees bearing fruit were everywhere. You knew there would be more so you turn to Jack. "Come on, Jack, let's go explore!" you tug on his arm but he resists.

"Hold on there, luv, I've gotta get the rest o' the crew on the island. Ye go ahead, I'll catch up to ye when I'm ready, savvy?"

You nod, then go off into a clearing of trees to look around. There was a hot spring in the middle of the island, along with a few caves. It was fairly small you realize as well. You also see a waterfall off near a cooler pond. You smile to yourself. Maybe Jack and I can go for a swim later...

Your thoughts are interrupted as you think you hear voices coming from the shore opposite where the Black Pearl is. You frown, then walk off to see if anyone else is on the island. The birds in the trees fly another way, you notice. You hear a twig snap behind you. You whip around, but see no one is there, although you thought you heard a rustle of clothing as well.

"Hello?" you call. "Is anyone there?"

No one responds. Shrugging, you turn back and start walking, the voices getting slightly louder.

Then, out of nowhere, a hand whips out and covers your mouth, and an arm goes around your waist, pinning you to the person behind you.

TBC...

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