Title: Open Waters Rated: NC-17 Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction which means no harm towards Disney, the movie 'Pirates of the Caribbean', or the characters/actors mentioned within. I am making no profit from this piece and it is purely for my benefit and the love of writing. 'Open Waters' contains strong language and sexual reference along with disturbing situations and explicit sexual acts. Please read this piece at your own digression. Summary: Jack Sparrow and Olivia Winslet were brought together by unfortunate events in their childhood - making them dear friends until the day he decided to leave their ruined town and pursue the life of a pirate. It's been ten years and Jack comes back to the place he once called home - finding it in even worse shape then when he left. Fate and an old friends wedding bring Jack and Olivia back together but are they truly meant to be? And if they are - will Jack allow his heart make judgment instead of his pride? Enjoy!
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The young woman stumbled through the sand quickly, holding a small bundle close to her chest as she moved. Heavy ocean winds whipped her long black hair around her face violently - moonlight catching the shine of tears on her wind chapped cheeks.
Tortuga was just over the massive sand dunes.
The town was nearly empty - just a few sleeping drunkards and wandering chickens in the streets. She picked up her pace and went to the first make-shift house she could find - pleased to see the lanterns went unlit inside the small abode. The last thing she needed was to be caught mid act.
"Now you take care of yourself, little one. I hope you always know that your mum loved you dearly and just wanted a better life for you.." The woman whispered, kissing the small bundle lightly as a sob escaped her, placing the newborn on the doorstep of the small home. Without another look she ran back towards the shore where the baby's father, a captain of a fleet of pirate ships waited at the helm of a massive ship.
After a moment the front door opened and a woman in her early thirties stood at the threshold - looking out towards the ocean and then down at her feet. "John! Come quick.." She cried,lifting the baby quickly and bringing it inside the house. "John!"
Her husband appeared at bedroom door quickly, "Is everythin' alright? What do you have there?" He asked, moving across the room to her side. Surprised to see a baby with thick black hair and sparkling brown eyes staring up at him from his wifes arms.
"What have you done, Linda?"
"What? John! How could you think such a thing? This baby was left on our door step just moments ago. I heard a noise and went to check and this precious baby was left for us.. our prayers have been answered."
John took the baby from his wife and held it close, smiling at the thought of finally having a child - especially a son. "There was no one in the alley or down towards the docs when you looked?" Linda shook her head no and went to boil some milk for the child. "Then we will take care of him as if he were our own from the start, Linda. What should we call him?"
"Jack, after your father."
John smiled down at the baby, "Little Jack Sparrow.."
~
"Is this the infamous Jack Sparrow? I've heard a lot about you, Mr." Linda looked up as her neighbor and good friend, Annabelle Winslet stepped into the living area of the Sparrow home with a baby of her own in her arms. "Anna! When did you have her? She's beautiful!" Linda cried, leaping from her chair to go see the baby. "This is Olivia. With your newest arrival I thought I'd give you and Jack sometime to get to know each other before I introduced her. She's only a week old."
Linda took Olivia into her arms quickly; she was a beautiful baby with honey blond hair and eyes like the ocean. "Oh, Anna - she's a vision of her mother." Anna thanked her for the compliment. "How about Jack? Have you taken him to see Dr. Mooreworth yet? Is he okay?"
"Yes, we took him that morning to see the doctor and Mr. Mooreworth said he's as healthy as an ox and nearly six months. I don't know much of babies but he seems to be a joy - always laughing and happy."
Annabelle smiled at the thought and picked Jack up - wishing that her darling Olivia was big enough to play with. All she did was sleep and eat but soon that would all change. "I think you and my Olivia are going to be dear, dear friends.. you'll grow up together and maybe even marry one day!" She squealed happily, "Could you imagine it, Linda? Our children to be wed one day." Linda laughed at the thought, "That would be a blessing, wouldn't it? I think we have many years before we can be looking forward to that, though."
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Yo ho yo ho, a pirates life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and pillage and don't give a hoot! Drink up me 'earties yo ho!"
Ten Years Later
"Jack! Sit down at the table your father will be in from the docs any moment." Mrs. Sparrow called from the washroom - narrowing her eyes once she saw Jack stick out his tongue and continue dancing around the table - holding Olivia's hand as they circled the small kitchen - singing at the top of their lungs.
Drink up me 'earties! Yo ho!"
The back door slammed shut loudly - causing Olivia to fall into her seat as if she had been struck. Jack followed suit quickly and bowed his head for grace - peeking through his folded hands at Olivia who dared not open her eyes. He mumbled a few words of prayer and lifted his head - watching Olivia's lips as he always did when she finished her prayer.
"Keep Jack safe. Amen."
"I heard you bloody kids in here with your pirate song. You have no idea what you speak of when you speak of pirates." John Sparrow growled, standing at the washroom door. "It was pirates that came into this humble town and took your parents lives, Olivia. Pirates killed our livestock and burned our crops those five years ago. How dare you speak of pirates in this house!"
Olivia looked up at Mr. Sparrow, saddened at the mention of her mother and father. They had been killed five years ago in the attack of Tortuga - leaving the once peaceful villa in near ruins. God fearing men now nothing but thieves and drunkards. The Sparrow family had taken Olivia in when she was orphaned and there was no extra money to buy a boat nd leave this dreadful island.
"John, that's enough.." Mrs. Sparrow whispered, frowning at the thought of poor Annabelle. Her daughter had grown into a lovely young woman and it was tragic that she couldn't see her now. "I bring you swags into my home and this is how you repay? Wanting to become blood thirsty pirates!"
John Sparrow's voice boomed through the small kitchen, causing Olivia to shake and keep her eyes on her plate. Unfortunate for Jack, he didn't have that kind of control, and leaned back in his chair with a sly grin on his face.
"Jack - to your chambers!"
John Sparrow had turned cold and angry after the attack on his town. He hadn't been the same after watching most of the townsmen murdered - his friends killed in cold blood. There was zero tolerance for pirates in his home.
Jack looked up at John seriously, pleading silently to spare him but there was no use. He knew better then to disobey the keeper of the house. "Aye aye." Jack said with a laugh - pushing himself up from the table and towards his room without supper that night. "Olivia - when you've finished help Linda clean this mess and then go to your chamber for the rest of the night as well. You know better then to talk of pirates in this house, I will break you children from that one day, mark my words."
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Later that night Olivia pushed herself through the worn bedroom door and looked up at Jack, who slept on the top bunk bed. The moonlight shone down through the small window - illuminating his face in soft blue.
"I brought you two rolls and a piece of ham, Jack.." She whispered, holding the few scraps of food in a cloth as she brought them across the room and gave them to her friend. She couldn't count the many nights that Jack was sent to bed with nothing to eat - mostly for talking about things that Mr. Sparrow didn't approve of.
"He's not my father." Jack muttered under his breath - almost reading her very thoughts as he thanked her and took the food, devouring it quickly. "My father is a pirate..." He continued, mostly to himself. John Sparrow was a good man - he knew that - but Jack couldn't help what he felt inside - he had the blood of a pirate pumping through his veins. "Try to over look Mr. Sparrow, Jack. He means well.. he takes care of us when he's not really obligated to. We should try and not speak of pirates around him anymore.." Olivia murmured, crawling into her own bed.
Jack sighed at the thought and turned his attention back to the small window. Somewhere out there his father was on a ship searching for treasure beyond their wildest dreams.
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Eight Years Later
"Suppers on the table Jac..."
Jack looked up from his duffle quickly, sighing to himself as Olivia stood at the door of the small, unkempt room. "Sod off, love. I'm busy.." He muttered under his breath, giving her a once over before returning to the task at hand. She had blossomed into a lovely young woman - not voluptuous like the women in town with their tight corsets and large breasts but lovely none the less. Long golden brown hair fell down in perfect curls - framing a perfect face and two sparkling sapphire eyes. He gaped at her for another moment and was back to packing his bag.
"...and not hungry."
"You're always hungry. Where are you going at this hour?"
Olivia had crossed the room before he realized and was standing over him as he gathered what few articles he owned. Another sigh escaped him, idly wondering why he had ever let this girl become so close to him. She wasn't going to understand his reasons for leaving - no matter how hard he tried to explain.
"Listen to me, Liv. I'm packing up my things here because once night falls on this vile island I'm high-jacking a ship and sailing to the ends of the world. Just like my father."
The surprise in those oceaned orbs startled him - he hadn't expected to get a look quite that heart breaking in return. "John Sparrow took you in from the cold and raised you as if you were his own! He did the same for me - we owe him everything! How dare you turn your back on the people who saved your life?"
The hurt in her voice killed him inside but he was a man now - a pirate - and couldn't let her see the despair in his eyes. She would never understand his desperate need for the open ocean, treasures she could never dream of, a life out of the watchful eye of John Sparrow. He needed his freedom.
"When will you return, Jack?" Olivia's voice was full of grief because deep down she knew his answer wasn't going to be one she wanted to hear. "Jack?"
A long silence passed between them.
"I won't be back."
Olivia suddenly came to life. "Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends! I thought..." A sob escaped her, causing Jack's hands to stop gathering his items and their eyes to finally meet. In all their years together he had never once seen her cry. "You said we'd be together."
Jack jerked his duffle from the bed quickly and turned to Olivia, glaring at her as they stood dangerously close to one another. He couldn't bare to see the tears fall from her eyes. "I know what I said!" His voice was loud, carrying through the house - startling Mrs. Sparrow from her dinner tasks. "We just.. can't now.. pirates don't take their friends onto ships nor to treasure hunts, Olivia! Especially when their only friend is a bloody woman!" Their eyes were locked on one another now. "What did you think, Olivia? That I was going to be a bloody shopkeep in this dreadful town? Marry you! Have ten little Jack Jr's running around? I'm a pirate! My only love is the ocean!"
"Good riddance, Jack Sparrow.." Olivia muttered through gritted teeth. With that said she turned from the room only to have her arm grasped in haste, her frail body spun back into the argument at hand and into Jack's arms. For two long he had tip toed around this issue - being expected to marry young like all the men in town and start a family. That wasn't him and although he loved Olivia more than anything in his existence he couldn't bring himself to follow suit like all the other slack-jawed mongrals in Tortuga.
"Unhand me. We haven't anything else to speak of."
Jack searched for the right words to say - the compassion to hold his tongue and the strength to not ruin his friendship with the only person who had ever befriended him. Olivia's gaze never fell as she softened, letting her guard down once she heard her mother stirring in the kitchen. She didn't want to worry her and fighting with Jack wasn't how she wanted to spend her last night with him. His strong grasp on her arm loosened but he didn't move away - never blinking as his mouth moved closer to hers.
"I'm sorry, Liv."
This was wrong. Everything about this moment was wrong but he had already made her angry so why not see just how far he could push it? That was a specialty of his, after all. Once he felt her soft lips graze his own a quiet moan escaped him. She was saying something - whispering so quietly he barely heard, or cared.
"I need you, Jack. You're all I have."
Her tongue brushed against his closed mouth - causing it to open in anticipation. Olivia's lips tasted of sweet honey from the rolls Mrs. Sparrow was baking; warm and inviting; he couldn't help himself but to dip his head down and taste something so forbidden - off limits to every sailor in Tortuga. Olivia had never opened up to him this way - pressing her body against his in a sad attempt to keep him there. Olivia pulled him closer to the bed - never breaking their kiss as he found his footing and inched her down to the mattress. He wanted her - almost - as much as he wanted Davy Jone's Chest. Jack had pulled away quickly - leaving her gasping for air as they exchanged a look - his of despair and hers of confusion. Sometimes your hearts desire wasn't always the right decision in life but he wanted that chest.
"I'm so sorry..." His own words cracked with anguish as several different thoughts swarmed his head. A part of him wanted to throw her onto the small bed and have his way with her - over and over again until they both died from exhaustion. The other part just wanted her to stop crying. "It's to dangerous in open waters - even for you and I can't risk your life that way. I want you to be safe."
"..but Jack.."
Her voice was but a distant breath now as he remembered the night he left the only people he had ever known. He had kissed Mrs. Sparrow goodbye on the cheek as she cried with Olivia and passed John Sparrow at the docs without so much as a nod. The last words Olivia had spoke to him still hung heavy in his heart like the thick ocean air;
"..but Jack.. I love you.."
~
Ten Years Later
"Captain, we be approachin' land, orders?"
Jack kept his back to Mr. Gibbs as he wiped at his eyes, looking away from the endless black waters below the Black Pearl. He coughed and cleared his throat - trying desperately to hide his emotions in the darkness of the Caribbean.
"Orders, right... um, do whatever it is that you.. do, Gibbs. I'll be in my chambers and I'm not to be disturbed." He muttered quickly, pushing past the half-drunk man he stumbled into the Captain's den. "Aye, Captain! You heard the orders you bunch of skally-wags! Get yourselves to the decks before I throw ye to the sharks!"
Jack closed the door quietly and sighed. It had been nearly ten years to the day that he left Tortuga yet fate had brought him back one last time. Someone on that island had information on Davy Jone's and he wasn't leaving until he got it.
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"She's probably moved on from this place, Jack.." Gibb's assured as Jack wandered through the town slowly - idly hoping he could pop in, get his information and leave without running into a one Ms. Olivia Winslet. "I hope so, for her sake.." He wanted to see her - there was no denying that but a part of him knew she didn't feel the same way. "Let's just find the man who knows where Jone's is and get out of here."
Jack stormed into the bar quickly and threw a small shillings pouch down on an empty table - gathering everyone's attention. Tortuga had been bad ten years ago but now it seemed a hundred times worse. "I'll give any man this pouch of shillings if he can tell me where to find The Flying Dutchman!" He yelled, marveling at the quietness that took over the bar. No man in his right mind went hunting down Davy Jones - except for the infamous; "Jack Sparrow?"
"Aye, now who will take me up on my bargain?"
The men all exchanged a look before bursting into deep hearty laughter. "You're as crazy as you were ten years ago, Jack!" The bar keep assured, slapping his hand down on a table as he tried to quit laughing. "You left a good woman to venture pirating and still have nothing to show!" The men's laughter grew into a roar - causing Jack to narrow his eyes.
"Beg ya pardon, mate but did you not hear I am the captain of The Black Pearl?"
No one seemed to care - they continued to mock him and laugh. Apparently there was no one in this bar that could give him what he wanted. "Let's go Gibb's, these men be pickled.." Jack muttered, pushing his way back to the exit of the small, cramped room. They stepped out into the streets, sighing from the rain that had blown in - soaking everything in its path.
"I hate you, Daniel! You are the most vile - disgusting man in all of Torguta!"
Jack turned his head quickly and spotted a frail young woman standing in the rain with her tattered cream colored dress clinging to her in the least unfashionable way. She was yelling obscenities at a man who looked rather drunk and Jack was to far away to do anything when the man reach his hand and slapped the girl hard across the face.
"You can't strike a woman that way!" Gibb's declared, making his way over to the man and ready to fight. He was a pirate - no mistaking that - but to place an angered hand on a woman was wrong and he wouldn't stand for it. Jack seemed frozen in fear or confusion as he stared at the girl - the moonlight illuminating her face. Of all people, he thought, telling his legs to move as he made his way towards her. The girl remained on her knees, trying hard to keep her emotion to herself as she wiped the mud from her face and looked up at Jack - who had his hand extended to help her to her feet.
Their eyes met and the girl hesitated to take his hand but then allowed him to help her up quickly. "Thank.. thank you, sir.." She muttered, keeping her eyes down. The gentlemen looked so familiar and a part of her, the part that felt cold and numb all the time, knew who he was but she didn't want to believe or accept it. Jack touched her red cheek softly - causing her head to lift and their eyes to lock again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing - Olivia Winslet - the once lively, beautiful girl he had known now looked beaten and tired. Her left eye was swollen, her bottom lip was scraped and her cheek was red from the latest assault. "Olivia, what's happened to you?" He asked, his voice quiet with emotion. If this sorry excuse for a man had caused all of these hardships to her he was going to kill him. "Life," She stated - matter of fact - "Life happened, Jack.. now please, I don't have anything to offer you for your help so please, just go.."
Olivia pulled herself away from Jack. The rain had caused her hair to fall limp and cling to her shoulders and her eyes, once so full of life were blank and dim. "Olivia please I never meant for anythin' like this to happen to you.. let me help you.." She laughed at the thought. There was no help for her anymore. Jack had left all those years ago and she had married the first man that showed an interest in her - Daniel Mooreworth - a poor excuse for a man whose only hopes in life were loose women and cheap booze. He didn't stay home long enough for them to try and have children - he always seemed to fulfill those needs while he was out on the town anyway. After Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow had passed Olivia had nowhere else to turn and her life became more miserable every passing moment. "If you want to help then just leave and never return.. seeing you now is heart breaking.. it reminds me to much of things I've tried so hard to forget.."
"Olivia, look at you! How could you let someone hurt you like this? You must come with me, on my ship - I'll take you away from here. I know some people in Port Royal that will help you." Jack continued, he couldn't believe how much she had changed in ten years, she looked pitiful and he blamed himself. Without thinking Jack reach out and grabbed Olivia's hand in his. "Liv, I've missed you.."
"You are incapable of missing anyone, Jack Sparrow - having feelings of love or compassion towards any living creature but yourself! Good day to you, Mr. Sparrow. I pray our paths never cross again."
It was Jack's turn to be shocked and expressionless.
"Fine. If that's your wish but remember - it's Captain Jack Sparrow to you!"
Olivia turned towards her home and Jack turned back towards the town. "Let's go, Gibb's! I need a strong drink and what I came here for and then we are leaving first thing in the morning!" Gibb's punched Daniel one last time and hurried off with Jack - disappearing into the crowd as Olivia slammed her door shut - leaving her husband passed out on the steps.
~
That morning..
"Any of ye men be a doctor!"
Jack jerked his head from the table quickly and looked around - a young man had burst through the door of the bar he had slept in last night yelling for a doctors help. A few of the less drunkards woke up and tried to calm the boy down with no prevail. "Mooreworth's boy has nearly beat his wife to death in town... please, come quick I don't know if she's going to make it.."
"That son of a bitch."
"They should have took him to the gallows the last time he tried such a thing! He's three times her size!"
Jack watched the men gather their things and make way towards the town - grabbing Gibbs and dragging him along, silently praying that Olivia was alright. Once they were in the streets he saw her, lying lifeless in the opening of an alley. Jack took off towards her and fell to his knees, running a hand through her hair. She looked worse then when he had left her last night - obviously Daniel had woken from his beating and took his aggression out on her. "Olivia, I shouldn't have left you last night." He whispered, moving an idle finger over her bruised lips. "I'm sorry for everything, love. I should have took you with me... none of this would ever of happened. I just thought you'd be safer here then with me..."
"Jack?"
Olivia stirred slightly, she wasn't dead after all but she looked like hell. "They've caught Daniel at the shores trying to high-jack a ship and flee but he's headed to the gallows now, Ms. Winslet. You'll not have to worry about him anymore." One of the men assured, glancing over at Jack. "Jack, would you take me to this Port Royal that you speak of? I've heard it is nothing like Tortuga."
"Of course, love. Anything you want." Jack whispered, leaning down to place a small kiss on her forehead. "We'll take you to see the medic and then be on our way." Olivia smiled up at him. She had waited for so long for Jack to come back to her and as soon as she'd given up hope there he was.
"Thank you, Captian."