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CHAPTER 6 You sigh as you wake up, and make your way downstairs, trying not to think about him. As you sit at your kitchen table, you see your father with a bright smile on his face. “Father? What is it?” you ask. He smiles cheerfully, and takes a seat next to you. “My dear, there is a party at the Tom’s house tonight.” Tom was a man you knew for quite some time, but had a small crush on him. He owned a lovely home, and you were somewhat excited to see him once again. “What’s the occasion?” you say casually, trying not to show any interest. Your father grins. “It’s his birthday. And he invited us to come. So, you can get a new dress.” you smile, hugging your father. “Thank you, father!” he laughed at your excitement, and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “It was nothing my dear. You being happy makes me happy.” * * * * Jack knocks on the front door of Will’s house, and smiles innocently as he sees Elizabeth. “Good morning, Luv! Sleep well?” Elizabeth grits her teeth as she looks at him. “Oh yes, just grand. Will being drunk all night was certainly something I’ve been waiting for, you know. He was crazy, Jack! Screaming, giggling, and... and... mimicking me!!” Jack pats her on the shoulder sympathetically. “Well, at least he’s not drunk anymore. Is he awake?” “No.” “May I do the honors?” “By all means,” replies Elizabeth, motioning for him to go upstairs. Jack grins like a child on Christmas. He quietly makes his way upstairs, and saw Will’s sleeping form. “Awww, lookit Will... all peaceful. Shame I have to wake em’ up,” Jack says with a wicked smile. He starts to hum a tune softly to himself as he makes his way to the curtains. “Good morning, mate!” Will didn’t answer, so he opens the curtains. “Wake up, Will! We’ve got to work out a plan to get me lady back!” Will groans, placing the pillow over his head. “Shut the curtains!” he moans. “Well, Will, glad to see yer back to yer whining self.” “Go away!” “No can do, Will! A promise is a promise! Now get up.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” “NO!” “Yes!” “NO!” Will shouts, glaring at him then disappearing back under the pillow. “You havin’ a hangover?” “Go away!” Jack sighs, his patience wearing thin, and he beats Will with a nearby pillow. “Fine, I’m up, I’m up!” “Aye, glad to see that. Now come on, we’ve got to devise a plan!” * * * * About an hour later, Will is dressed and almost back to normal, but still very irritable. “That was fun last night, eh?” “For YOU it was. It was horrible for me!” “Heh. You were gigglin’ like a little girl.” “Keep talking like that, and I’m not going to help you.” “Aye, my friend, ye make most drunks jealous, the way ye handle yer liquor!” “That’s better.” * * * * You sigh, glancing at the red silk dress you’ve chosen. “It’s beautiful,” you whisper, touching the fabric softly. You were excited to see Tom again, yet you were somewhere else. Your heart was somewhere else. You sniff and think about Jack, and his lovely smile. You miss him terribly. “Well,” you say, “it’s time to move on to better things. Like Tom!” you nod and buy the dress, and leave to get ready for the party. * * * * “Okay... now the plan.” “Here’s the plan, Jack. Tell her what happened! You won’t get anywhere until you’ve spoken to her about that situation.” “Yer right... I need a drink-” “NO! No drinking! If you want to impress her, you shall not drink for the rest of the night.” “What?!” “You heard me, Jack. If you really want her forgiveness, you’d ignore the rum!” “Bloody ‘ell,” Jack says softly, looking at his hands. “Jack, you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.” “Well, it’s bloody close enough!” Will put his head in his hands. “You’re impossible, Jack.” “So I’ve ‘eard.” “So, who is this woman you’re trying to seek redemption from?” Jack quietly says your name and Will’s eyes widen. “Are you certain?” “O’ course I’m certain!” “Elizabeth knows her!” “Yer pullin’ me leg!” “No! I’m serious!” Jack grins. “Let’s go see yer wonderful wife!”he exclaims, rushing down the street, with Will following close behind. * * * * “You’re back early,” says Elizabeth softly. “Elizabeth, Darling, how are ye?” “Jack, what’s wrong with you?” “Why, nothing is wrong, Milady.” “Jack, please stop it. Be honest with me.” “So... ye know the woman I’m having trouble with.” “Really? Who?” he says your name and she gasps. “JACK SPARROW! How could you do those things to that woman!” “What is with all ye women? Blamin’ me fer somethin’ I didn’t do!” screams Jack, waving his arms around. Elizabeth puts his arms to his sides and speaks. “Are you really, truly, sincere about seeking forgiveness?” “Aye,” says Jack with a hopeful look in his eyes. Elizabeth sighs. “She’s going to be at Mr. Klerner’s house.” “Who’s that?” “He lives two blocks from here. The town is invited for his party. She’ll probably be there.” Jack’s eyes widen and he dashes out of the house, and back to Will. “Tonight’s the night, mate!” smiles Jack, “I’m gonna see her tonight!” * * * * It was now nighttime, and you make your way into Tom’s house. You smile as you see him, and he quickly makes his way over to you. “Beautiful as always,” he whispers, kissing your hand, his blue eyes staring into yours. You feel yourself start to blush and look away. You stat to chat with him, and you laugh as he brings up an old memory. You seem so comfortable around him, and you wonder where this would lead. As the night goes on, Tom offers you a dance. “If it would be no trouble, I would enjoy a dance with you,” he says with a grin. You grin back and take his offered hand. The area where you dance is outside under the stars, and you come closer to him as you dance. This felt so right to you, but yet felt so wrong. * * * * Jack clears his throat, making his way down the sidewalk, with Will chatting a mile a minute. “So, when you see her-” “Aye, shaddup! Yer makin’ me nervous,” Jack grumbled irritably, tightening his grip on the roses he’d bought you. “Are ye sure the flower thing will work?” “When Elizabeth and me fight, I give her roses, or something to show that I’m sorry. Women like flowers.” Jack just nods, but stops dead in his tracks as he sees you with Tom. “Jack, what is it?” as Will followed his gaze, horror struck him. “Bloody hell!” Will whispered. * * * * As you begin to sway with the music, you tense up. It wasn’t that long ago that you and Jack were in this same position, teaching him how to dance. Tom notices your discomfort, and looks down at you. “Anything wrong?” “No, no. Nothing wrong,” you lie. Everything was wrong. Yeah, there’s something wrong, you think sadly, you’re not Jack. * * * * “Grrr! I’ll kill him!” Will’s eyes widened and he grabs Jack by the shirt. “Now Jack, come on, don’t do anything...irrational.” Jack doesn’t seem to be listening, as he starts to talk to himself. “I’ll bloody kill him, and then hang him off me boat-” “Jack, she’s just dancing with him, I mean, she doesn’t even look like she’s enjoying it!” “-or maybe Mr. Gibbs can take care o’ ‘em. He’s got an evil side to em ya-” “JACK!” Jack shakes his head and glances towards his friend. “Sorry, Will, ye say somethin’?” Will rolls his eyes. Jack returns his glance to you, and sees that you suddenly smiled. His grip on the roses lessens, and he sighs. “She’s moved on, mate. No sense in me tryin’ to win her back.” “Jack-” Jack puts his hand up to silence him, and then starts to walk away. “Where are you going, Jack?” “To get drunk!” Will watches with sad eyes as Jack walks away, and into the shadows. * * * * You smile as Tom say something funny, but then glance towards your left, your eyes widening. Were your eyes deceiving you? You feel your mouth go dry, and you quickly break away from Tom when you see Jack leaving. “I-I’m sorry,” you say quickly, running towards the exit, “I’ve got to go!” as you make your way to where Jack was, tears fill your eyes as you see the roses laying on the ground. “Oh, Jack,” you whisper. * * * * * CHAPTER 7 You pick the roses up and run down a street, not knowing where you were going. As you run faster you see a figure close by. “JACK!” you shout. The figure stops walking, and turns around. You look at him, but don’t know what to do. Should you go to him? Or should you leave? The man that caused you the worst heartbreak you’ve ever suffered stood just a few hundred yards away. Your heart longed for him, yet your mind told you it was wrong. This whole thing was wrong. You feel more tears start to form, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. You want to go, but yet you can’t leave. You want to kiss him, yet you want to slap him, scream at him. You want to tell him you love him, yet you want to say you hate him. So many choices, but you have little time to decipher what you want to do. You see him coming closer, and you stiffen. What would you do? What would you say? You decided to stop listening to your mind for a change, and start listening to your heart. As you make yourself walk towards him, you swallow nervously. He looks at you with so much pain, and so much sadness. Then, he smiles, picking you up and kissing you so lovingly like those old fifties movies. Yeah. Right. You wished it would be that easy. His sadness turned into anger, and you wondered what he was going to say. “What, ye tired of the Klerner fruit so yer here to git with me?” Anger burned inside you, and you slapped him. He seemed unaffected by it, for he was surely used to this kind of treatment, or for a better word, immune. His right cheek probably had no feeling left in it by now. “HOW DARE YOU!” you scream, waving your hands in fury. “Just sayin’ what I saw. Ye seemed to be enjoyin’ yerself.” “Yeah, well looks can be deceiving.” he snorted, and started to walk away. “Hey! Don’t you leave yet! We’re not finished!” “Says who?” he growled. He had enough of playing games. “Says me!” “Well I don’t care what ye think, Luv.” “Going to see that woman I saw you with?” you sneer. This man was just pissing you off. He just had to bring out the PMSing side of you. “And what if I am? It be none of yer concern, seein’ as ye got someone new to play aroun’ with.” you glare, and get ready to hit him again, but he stops you. “Enough. Why don’t ye go back? He’s probably waitin’ for ye.” “And to think I was ready to listen to you tell your side of the story!” you fumed, “but forget it!” you turn and walk away, throwing the roses at his feet. “I hate you!” you shout. He didn’t say anything, he just walked away with his trademark sway. As you walk back to your house you feel tears sting your eyes. Now you know how it feels to be falsely accused. As your hand was about to touch the doorknob, you freeze, a sob escaping your mouth. You fall to the ground and cover your face, now finally letting go of all your emotions. All you wanted was to be with Jack again, but all you did was make matters worse by dancing with Tom. But you couldn’t blame yourself, it was just a dance. But it wasn’t the dance you felt guilty about. You felt guilty because you enjoyed it. You still had Jack’s face in your mind, and felt another wave of new tears form. He looked so devastated, so lost. All you wanted to do was tell him you missed him, but by the look on his face you knew that there would be no reuniting. It hits you now that you may have lost one of the most important people you cared about. As you tilt your heads towards the sky, you see rain start to fall. It seemed the heavens were almost understanding your feelings. You didn’t want to get up, you didn’t want to go into the comforts of your home. You just didn’t seem to care about anything. You stop crying as you see a figure come closer to where you were, and squinted as you tried to get a better look. You feel your lips quiver at the sight. It was Jack, standing in the pouring rain, but his mask of emotions was somewhat different. He looked guilt-stricken. You can barely make out what he’s saying to you, but you know what he said. It seemed like the world stopped for just a moment, that moment when he spoke those words to you. “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry. Those two words were said with such raw emotion, and with so much sincerity. You can’t take your eyes off of him, and he makes his way slowly over to you. As he kneels down to your shaking body, you reach out your hand and slowly trace his jaw line, as if making sure he wasn’t just a hallucination. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. You smile, your glistening tears blending in with the rain. “I know,” you murmur. He quietly starts to tell you what really happened, but you silence him. “And she was sittin’ there, I had no idea she was followin’ me-” “Shhh,” you say, putting your finger to his lips. You wished to hear no more. You knew the truth. That’s all that mattered. “So yer forgivin’ me?” “Yes.” he grins, and you can’t help but grin back. His laughter, his smile, everything about him was contagious. As you both get up from the ground, you say something quietly to him. “I missed you,” you say, your voice cracking. His face is just inches from yours, and he takes your hand, rubbing it affectionately. “I missed ye, too.” You were about to say something, but he grabs you and wraps his arms around you, your body colliding against his. Your eyes widen and he brings his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. You’re starting to lose balance and lean on the wall for support, and you sigh happily. He breaks away from the kiss, but doesn’t let go of you. You’re now even more wet from his soaked body, but you didn’t worry about it. Even through the cold rain you feel the warmth from his body, and you kiss him once more, melting at his touch. He moves his calloused hands up your arms, and then caresses your face gingerly. You close your eyes, wonderful sensations running through your body. He says your name and you look him in the eye, overthrown with compassion. “Yes?” “I love you,” he says softly. You grab his hand and place it over your chest, directly over your heart, your eyes boring into his. “I love you too, Jack.” * * * * * CHAPTER 8 “I love you too, Jack.” you’re about to kiss him again, until you hear a voice calling your name. Your eyes widen and you look at Jack. “Go go! Shoo!” you say emphatically, motioning to him. He apparently, wants to stay and kiss you. “B-B-But-” “No, b-b-but! You have to go! Now go! Hurry!” you say, now jumping up and down. He rolls his eyes and sways away. A few moments later you feel a hand on your shoulder and you scream in surprise. “Sorry!” says the voice apologetically. “Oh! Tom!” you say, but are now somewhat angry at him for making Jack go. “Yes... uhm... well, I wanted to make sure you were okay for running off like that! Just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you!” “It’s all right, Tom. I’m fine. You have no need to worry.” you rush, trying to get him to leave. Maybe Jack was waiting a few yards away.... “Well, now that I know you’re home and unharmed, I can sleep more peaceful tonight.” you blush and just nod. “Well, Tom, uh, I have to go to bed. But I’m very sorry for worrying you.” “It’s no trouble at all, Milady.” he smiles and kisses your hand, then walks away. You flinch when he’s out of sight and rub your hand harshly. * * * * It was the next day and you received a letter from Jack outside your door. It said to meet him near the ports. You rush to get over there, and see his wonderful smile. “Hi!” you say cheerfully, kissing him on the lips. He grins and pulls you closer, kissing the tip of your nose. “’Ello, Luv. Sleep well?” you nod, but wonder why he asked you to come here. “Jack? Why did you tell me to come here?” “I came to say g’bye,” he says softly, taking your hand in his. “WHAT?!” he hushes you as some people glance towards the both of you, and he rubs his face. “I’ll only be gone fer a month, Luv.” “A month? Oh, just a MONTH!” “I gotta finish some things and then I’ll be comin’ right back!” “You’re going to steal some things aren’t you?” “Well, Luv...” he leans in closer, “I am a pirate ye know.” you sigh, looking away. “I know, I know...” he cups your face in his hands and kisses you tenderly. “Don’t worry! I won’t go with any broads while I’m away!” “JACK!!!” “Heh! Sorry, Luv!” you turn around and start to walk away, leaving Jack behind. “Awww, Luv, I said I was sorry!” “You don’t sound sincere!” he kisses you tenderly, nibbling on your bottom lip. “There. That better?” “No. You call that a kiss Jack Sparrow?” you say with a mock smile. “It’s Captain Jack Sparrow,” he says huskily, before kissing you once again. “So when are you leaving?” you whisper, breaking away. “Uh... well... ye see....” “WHEN JACK?!!” “Tomorrow,” he said, stepping back as he blocks your slap. * * * * It was a few hours later, and you were back at your home. Jack had to go talk to his crew about a few things before leaving, while you had to talk to your father...about Jack. You figured it was best to tell him now, rather than later. Although you were pissed with Jack, you were somewhat slowly forgiving him. But when he gets back from his trip, you BOTH were having a nice, long conversation. As you make your way into the kitchen, you see your father looking at you with a wide smile. “There you are!” he said, hugging you, but then flinching as he felt water on him. He glanced at your soaked attire and quirked an eyebrow. “It was raining!” you say crazily, waving your arms around, “it was horrible!” “My dear, I’ve been here at the house and haven’t seen one drop.” “Well, you know, the tropical storms! Where it rains on one side of a place and not on the other?” your father rolls his eyes and makes you go clean up. “And when you’re done, come back down! I’ve got some excellent news to tell you!” you get cleaned up quickly and rush back downstairs, waiting to hear your father’s news. “All right, now tell me!” “Well, my wonderful daughter, this will be one of the best days in your life!” “And why’s that?” you ask. Whatever it was, it would have have a hard time trying to top what happened last night. “Tom Klerner has agreed to have your hand in marriage!” “WHAT?!!” you scream. “What? Darling, I thought you liked him!” “NO! I HATE HIM!” “Well, he’s a wonderful man, hard worker, and would be a lovely husband.” Suddenly you feel your chest tighten and your eyes roll to the back of your head, falling to the ground. * * * * “Wake up, dear!” “So, she fainted?” “Yes! Right when I told her she was getting married to Tom, she fell to the floor!” “Must be from shock.” “Yes, that must be it.” you open your eyes and look around, and then to your father. “I’m getting married?” you say weakly, trying to get up. “Yes,” says your father. “When?” “In two weeks!” “..........” “My Lord! She fainted again!” * * * * It was the next day and you groan, writing a letter quickly to Jack. You were writing it just in case you missed him and then you’d have no choice but to send it off, hoping it would end up in his hands. You seal it in an envelope and run out of your house, not bothering to say good morning to your father. You hope you didn’t miss Jack leaving the port! As you make your way through the crowd, you feel panic start to run through you. Did you miss him? “Jack!” you call out, looking at the people around you, “Jack!” “’Ello, Luv!” he exclaimed, grinning. “Oh! I thought I missed you!” you say, hugging him. “O’ course not. I wouldn’t leave without sayin’ g’bye!” suddenly an apple shoots across the area, and onto the back of Jack’s head. “OW!” he glares at Anna Maria, with her hand on her hips. “JACK! Come on! We’re already late as it is!” “Jack, wait, I-” “Don’t worry, Luv! I’ll be back soon!” he kisses you sweetly, and you slip the letter into his pocket. You knew you’d have no time to tell everything to him verbally. He waves and sways onto his ship, and you watch with tears in your eyes as he begins to get smaller and smaller, and is no longer visible. “Please read the letter, Jack,” you whisper. * * * * It was now three days later, and Jack yawned as he sat down on his old bed, getting ready to sleep. As he took off his coat, he heard a rustle in his pocket. He stuck his hand inside and pulled out an envelope, he wondered why he hadn’t seen it before. Well, it was probably because he was too drunk for the last two days. As he opened the envelope and read the letter, his eyes got bigger as he read each word aloud. “SHIT!” he roared, dropping the letter and running upstairs, “ANNA MARIA! TURN THE SHIP AROUND! NOW!” Jack ran back to his room and reread the letter, gripping his hat in his hand. Dear Jack, If you are reading this, it means I was too late to get to you. I have been arranged to get married to Tom Klerner in two weeks. I hope you get this in time before the wedding! He didn’t bother to read the rest as he went and gathered his crew. * * * * * CHAPTER 9 A few days later.... You look out your window in your bedroom, looking at the crowded streets. It may seem childish to anyone else probably, but you were hoping to see Jack’s face through those sea of people. A stray tears fall down your face, and you hit the windowsill in anger with your fist. Damn Jack for leaving, and damn your father for arranging a marriage to Tom! You were angry you couldn’t choose your fate, for you knew your fate belonged with Jack. Small sobs rack your body and you finally take your eyes away from the window, for you cannot look there any longer. * * * * Jack was walking back and forth on the main deck of his ship, and it was annoying the others. “Jack! Stop that! We’re almost there!” snarls Anna Maria. “Gibbs! How long do we have?” asks Jack, ignoring her. “Not too long, Cap’n. I reckon we’ll be there before the sun sets!” “Good!” so what was Jack supposed to do until then? Pace around like a madman, and piss off the crew. .....again. * * * * The sun finally begins to set, and Jack smiles. “We’re here!” he turns to his crew, putting on a serious face. “We have a... a... what’s the word...” “Rum shortage?” “Pfft. No... oh, right! There’s the word! Problem!” he answers, his hands moving everywhere. Anna Maria rolls her eyes. “Someone is trying to marry me Bonnie Lass! And we have to stop him!” “Can we kill em’?” asks Gibbs excitedly. Jack rubs his chin in deep thought. “I was considerin’ it. But if it comes to that, you’ll have a chance with em’ after I’m done with em’!” Gibbs nods in agreement. “Now, I haven’t exactly come up with a plan-” “What do ye mean?! What do ye expect to do then?!” Anna Maria said with wide eyes. “I dunno. I thought we’d just make it up as we go along!” “That’s not a very smart move, Jack.” “Well, do any of ye have ideas?” he glanced at his crew, who remained silent. “We can kill em’!” said one after a few moments. “Aye! But that’ll be plan B.” “So you don’t wanna kill em’?” asked Gibbs. “Well, I was thinkin’ of throwing em’ off me ship and torturin’ him fer a bit-” “Jack!” growled Anna Maria, glaring. “What!” “Yer here to get your lass back, right? Well, it took us some time to get back! You now only have about six or seven days to think of a plan!” “Have no fear, my friend, I can think of somethin’ before that!” he swayed and hiccuped, and Anna Maria shook her head. “Ye expect to save the day drunk?” “O’ course! You forget, I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow!” he looks towards Port Royale, and smiles with smug satisfaction. “That Tom Klerner isn’t gonna last too long!” and so he makes his way to the end of the ship, but falling at the last minute. “A little bit o’ help please....” * * * * “And really bad eggs!” sings Jack quietly to himself as he makes his way to Will’s house. Once he arrives he knocks on the door loudly, causing Will to curse. “Will! Yer gettin’ a potty mouth! What happened to yer profession as a priest?” he says with a grin. Will doesn’t seem amused. “Hello, Jack.” “I need yer help!” “Again?!” “Aye, but this time I think ye can actually help me!” Will rolls his eyes, opening his door. “Come in, Jack.” Jack sways to the kitchen table, and plops into a nearby chair. “So what’s the problem now?” “She’s gettin’ married!” “What? Who? The girl you’re in love with?” “Aye! And thas not gonna happen!” “Jack, do you think she wants to marry him?” Jack snorts and passes him the letter you wrote to him, and Will’s eyes widen. “Oh. Well, that changes it.” “Thas my woman Tom’s marryin’! My woman! That was a big mistake he made.” “What are you going to do?” asks Will. “Well, I think I’ll just have to settle for killin’ him.” “JACK!” “What? Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick!” “Jack, no violence! We’re going to do this in a calm and orderly manner!” “Fine fine, Father Turner.” “Jack, if you really want my help, now’s not the time to get on my bad side.” “Yer such a badass, Will!” Will doesn’t say anything, rather, he smacks his head on the table in defeat. “Be careful now! This is a nice table!” scolds Jack. “All right Jack, what do we do?” “I dunno! I wanted to kill em’ but nooo! ‘Jack, no violence! We’re going to do this in a calm and orderly manner!’” he replies in a snobby British voice. “Well, we can’t kill him! That’s wrong!” “All right, no more lectures, Mr. Conscience,” snickers Jack. “Well we can’t kill him, so...” they sat in silence, until Jack’s eyes widened. “I’ll propse to her!” “What?! Jack, you’re going to propose?!” “After I save her from that Klerner fruit, aye, I was thinkin’ about it.” “Jack, marriage takes work! I can’t see you as a married man!” “Thank ye, Will. Yer doin’ wonders for me self esteem.” “Sorry, sorry. It’s just... you married? Those two don’t go together.” “Shut up and help me think of a plan, Will.” “All right!” ......silence........ “Thas it! We can’t think of anythin’!” “So what do we do then?” “We just...uh...make it up as we go!” “That’s not a very good plan, Jack.” “At least I thought of one!” Suddenly a knock at Will’s door was heard, and Jack looks around. “Where’s that noise comin’ from?” he says, looking at the ceiling. “Hide!” cried Will through gritted teeth. Jack hid under the table. “Jack, you must be joking.” “I’m drunk, Will. Ye expect me to find some great hiding place while I’m smashed?” Will takes Jack by his shirt collar and threw him into the basement. “Bloody ‘ell!” “Sorry!” hisses Will. “Yeah right! Well Will, ye can kiss my-” “Coming!” interrupts Will as he makes his way to the front door. As he made his way to the door, he felt nervous. Was it Commodore Norrington, demanding he tell him where Jack was? Will gulps and opens the door, his eyes wide at what he saw. * * * * * CHAPTER 10 Jack grumbles as he rubs his sore head, glaring at the door as he watches Will walk away. “I’ll get him back fer sure,” he mumbles. He looks around the basement he was in, and didn’t find anything to amuse him until it was safe for him to go back upstairs. * * * * Will’s eyes widen as he opens the door. “Uh... hello. Can I help you?” “Yes you can!” says the woman, peering over his shoulder. “Then what is it that I can help you with, Miss?” “Sorry. My name is Jackie. I’m looking for a man named Jack! Does he live here?” “Jack?” repeats Will, looking confused. “Yes! Jack! Are you impaired?!” “No, Miss, I can hear perfectly. But no, no Jack resides here.” “Oh well... what about you?” she winks. “No. I’m happily married, thank you.” “Well maybe-” Will heard about this woman, how persistent she was. Well, he was going to stop it before it started. He slams the door in her face and went to the basement. “Pssst!” “What?! Can I come up now? Ye got an eerie basement, mate.” “Yes, Jack.” “Who was at the door?” “Oh, nobody in particular,” says Will, closing the door after Jack walked out, then grinning as Jack flinched as he heard her name, “just Jackie.” “What the bloody ‘ell is she doin’? I don’t like her!” “Apparently, she thinks you do.” “Well, I don’t. She almost lost me my woman!” “You still thinking about marrying her?” “Aye!” “What makes you think you can keep her without thinking of OTHER women?” “Listen, don’t question my actions, mate. Yer pissin’ me off.” “I was just wondering, Jack! You remember all those women in Tortuga!” “But... it’s different now.” “Is it?” asked Will. “Yes! Will, I... I...” “What Jack?” “I just...” “Come on Jack, you can tell me.” “No! Yer gonna make fun of me.” “No I won’t!” “You will too!” “Will not!” “Will too!” “Will not!” “Will too!” “Will not!” “Will too!” “Will not!” “Will too!” “I swear on pain of death I shall not make fun of you.” “Fine, fine. Well... you know how all glazy-eyed you got when you told me about how far you would go to save Elizabeth?” “Yes...” “Well, that’s how I feel about her. It’s like... this big haze, mate. And she saw beyond the pirate, ya know? And she didn’t care of me status, she just... took me fer the way I am. And I have no desire for any other women... which is weird....” Jack’s eyes widen in horror. “BLOODY HELL! I’M BEGINNIN’ TO BE LIKE YE!” he screams, pointing at Will. “WHAT DID YE DO TO ME?!” exclaims Jack, glaring at his friend. “Jack!! I didn’t do anything!” protests Will. “YES YE DID!! YER A BAD INFLUENCE!” “Jack, it’s not so bad!” “Oh no, I’m beginning to be a sappy whelp like you!” Jack clings to his rum bottle he brought with him like a lifeline, like a child holding a stuffed animal. “I think you’re overreacting.” “I think I’m havin’ a breakdown!” * * * * You sigh as you see Tom, flinching as he touches your face. “What’s the matter?” he asks. “I don’t want to marry you, Tom!” you say. “But we’re going to get married! You’ll adjust after the wedding,” he says with a soft smile. “No, Tom. I’m in love with someone else. You have to let me go.” Tom glares, coming closer to you, and you suddenly feel extremely small next to his tall figure. “We ARE getting married.” he looks at you with such authority, that the man with the coldest heart would shiver in fear. “I’m not getting married to you!” he growls, backhanding you, and you end up in a heap on the floor, gasping in shock as your face burns with pain. “Go to hell!” you scream, not caring if he came closer. He was about to hit you again, until he smiles evilly. “I’ll leave you be. But if you try and escape... there shall be consequences.” As you watch him walk away, you glare at his retreating form. If Jack didn’t save you, you’d kill yourself for sure. And then you’d bother Jack in your afterlife till the end of his days!! * * * * “Breathe Jack, breathe!” says Will, passing him a paper bag. “Oh my!” cries Elizabeth, putting her hands to her mouth, “what’s wrong with Jack?!” “He’s hyperventilating.” “I’m beginning to be like Will!” he moans painfully, breathing in the bag. Elizabeth tries very hard not to giggle, but has to turn around to not show her face. “Love, are you all right?” she nods, and tries to gather herself together, turning around. “Fine, fine, sweetheart,” she says with a glint of humor in her eyes, then glances at Jack. “Jack, this isn’t abnormal.” “It isn’t?” he says in a childish voice, but it was muffled by the paper bag. She giggles, taking the bag away, much to Jack’s dismay. “Jack,” she says softly, patting him on the shoulder, “it’s called love! And you’re not starting to be like Will!” “Really?” “Yes! Trust me, it is.” “Oh... well, that was close!” he grins, getting up from his seat, then tipping his hat. “Love to stay, but I’ve got a plan to make to get back the love of me life! See you soon!” he sways away merrily, whistling “A Pirate’s Life For Me”. “That man’s moods change like the weather,” says Will, shaking his head with amusement. “Well, that’s Jack for you.” Will turns around, looking at his wife for a moment. He admired Jack, he did. He was willing to risk his life for the woman he loved, and he didn’t care what would happen to him, or to what extent he would have to go. Will cups Elizabeth’s face in his hands, studying her. “Will?” she asks worriedly. “Do you know how much I love you? Do you know I’d go to the ends of the earth for you and back? I’d die for you,” he whispers. He wants to make sure she knows that. He hopes she does. She smiles, hugging him. “Oh, Will! I knew how much you loved me when you saved me from Barbossa.” “I just... want you to know I love you... I love you more than anything in this world. You’re all that matters to me.” she kisses him tenderly, and he smiles. “I know Will. I know.” he grins and picks her up, and she giggles. “Will! What are you doing?!” “I’m going to show how much I love you.” “Will, this isn’t like you! What’s wrong?” “Well, Love,” he says softly, kissing her quickly while walking up the stairs, making sure not to drop her, “I’m learning to lighten up. I think I’m much too... uptight.” “That’s for sure!” she smirks, knowing that she’d struck a cord. “What?!” he says, hiding his smile. Elizabeth screams and runs from his grasp, dashing from one room to another, just like it was when they were younger. “Come back, dear! I won’t harm you... much!” “Well, you’ll have to catch me, Willy Boy!” “Willy Boy?! Oh now, that’s it!” he hasn’t felt this carefree before, and Jack was right. He was a little uptight. But he can thank Jack later. |