A/N: This will contain spoilers for Dead Man's Chest. Don't read this unless you've seen it!
This is my first fanfic, so please review and help me try to improve. This will be a short one-shot, but I plan on writing other stories.
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Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate
"Pirate."
For all she knew, that was the last word Captain Jack Sparrow had ever spoken.
Accusatory, with a bit of pride, a smirk playing across his lips. His lips...how they had felt against her own. A freedom she now realized she had longed for, a passion she had never known. No, she hadn't been sorry. Not for that. At least her last memory of him would be the way he tasted; for she had felt the sea and the rum against her mouth. But that last memory also held her chaining him to the Pearl, leaving him for the kraken.
"Pirate."
He was so different from Will.
Will.
Had he seen? Perhaps 'Did she care if he had seen?' would be the better question. She didn't know where her heart lay. She had thought that Will had held it, yet now she was not certain. She was not certain of anything now. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to rescue Jack. Oh, yes, she would do anything to get him back, make no mistake about it, but would he hold a grudge if they did manage to find him?
"Pirate."
Perhaps it was better this way, she thought, desperately trying to convince herself into believing the lie. Now she was free to marry Will, knowing full well that she was faithful to him, and not in love with another man. Another man that happened to be a deceptive, dishonest, captain of an old ship. She could marry him knowing that her heart would never belong to a...
"Pirate."
Yes, that was right. What was she thinking? It was simply her guilty conscience thinking of excuses for leaving him there. She had kissed him so that she and the others would have a chance. Not because she was in love with him. She had felt exhilarated, true, but that was probably her adrenaline rising after the close calls during the fight with the kraken.
She did miss him, but who wouldn't? Will missed him, and he certainly wasn't in love with Jack! He had been a likeable man, and a good captain. She could grieve without being in love with him.
"Pirate."
She closed her eyes, trying to block all thoughts from her exhausted mind. In the morning, she would set out with the others to find him...
She was lulled into a gentle sleep as she dreamed. Jack Sparrow stepped into them, and his lips curled into a disbelieving, taunting smile that seemed to tell her that she was fooling herself.
"Once a pirate, love, always a...
"Pirate."
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A/N: Please R&R!
