Fulfilled Dreams
Author: xBuffyxSparrowx
Rating: R for mild language and some sexual content.
POV: 1st POV
Pairing: Natalie/ Jack
Chapters: 5
Category: Romance, General
Disclaimer: Jack and all the other POTC characters belong to Disney; I just get to manipulate them. The ship is also not mine, but a creation of my sister's because she hates it when she doesn't get to beta my stories. And for any of you who have as big of an obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer as I do, then you'll realize some of the speeches are taken from season 3's 'The Prom' and you won't sue me for those.
Summary: Finale of the Jack and Natalie saga. When Jack gets captured after Will and Elizabeth's wedding, will you finally be able to express your love for him? Or will he hang never knowing?
Chapter 1
It's difficult to understand how anyone can survive the harshness of everyday life. With the entire world's cruelties aiding people in their own destruction, adding to the pain. People say that the insane know not of the anguish because of their unstable mind and are there fore luckier then the rest. Obviously these people have never experienced true insanity.
I know anguish above all other things. Ever since attempting to throw myself into the ocean to end my miserable life, I've known the difficulties and then some. While the voice of my guilt has subsided, thanks to Jack and his vague yet comforting words, the pain has not.
After these many months with the one I love you still experience the regret that comes hand in hand with killing someone. My Mistress, as cruel as she was, never deserved the death that came by my hand when I stuck my dagger into her belly.
Jack interrupts my dangerous thoughts with a small kiss to the tip of my nose and I smile at him.
"What?" I ask, confused by his show of affections.
"Ye got that look on yer face again, luv. That one ye get when ye be thinkin' too much." He replies, his smile masking his concern.
"I apologize, Jack. My mind ran away with me again."
We both turn back to the event before us with feigned interest, watching as the auctioneer yells over the crowd about a ratty end table. Jack listens intently to the next item up for bid while I glance around us and take in the people. With my mind wandering once more I do not see as Jack raises his hand to bid on the object and it is not until to late that I realize what's going on.
"Sold to the captain and his lady." The man yells, pointing in our direction.
Confusion over takes me as I glance up at the pirate beside me, his face full of triumph.
"What did you do?" I whisper harshly as I cling to his arm.
He only smiles at me before leading me away from the crowd and over to those oh-so familiar docks. I persist in my quest for answers as I tug at the sleeve of his brown leather coat until finally he stops walking, moving my body in front of him to face the edge of the wooden planks.
"I bought us a ship." He finally replies, pointing to the magnificent vessel before us.
"You did what?" I ask in utter shock.
"I bought us a ship." He repeats slowly, "Do ye like it?"
"I do, but Jack! How do you expect to pay for her?"
"Luv, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
I giggle at his common response and he smiles at the sound, knowing that I rarely laugh anymore. Staring at the ship he waits for me to voice my approval.
"I was gonna let ye name her." He mentions.
"Well I hardly see how that makes it… I get to name her?"
The sudden wonder in my tone makes his smile grow wider and he wraps his arms around my waist to draw me closer. I lean into his embrace, thinking quietly to myself numerous possibilities to name the galleon.
"Can we board her?" I ask after a moment.
He leads me up the gang plank and then watches as I begin to explore the deck, my hand sliding along the wooden rail as I move. My face shows my desire to pick the perfect title for this beauty and it takes me near a quarter of an hour to speak.
"She's too lovely for something fierce."
"Well, she's no Pearl." He adds, finally taking a look around.
"There will never be another like your precious Black Pearl, Jack, but she's close. I believe Heaven's Fire seems fitting. What do you think?"
"Aye that'll do fine."
Excitement wells up inside me as I imagine the hundreds of adventures I could have with Jack and his crew aboard Heaven's Fire. I smile widely before bounding over to my love to embrace him warmly, our lips meeting for the briefest moment before I move away once more.
"Can I be captain?" I ask with a grin, hoping to induce one of our many play fights.
"Now what kind of ship would we be runnin' if we let a woman captain, eh?" He retorts, his sparkling eyes telling me that he's on to my game.
"Are you telling me that a woman couldn't be a pirate captain?"
"That's exactly what I'm tellin' ye." He begins to walk the deck, his hands waving around wildly as he speaks again in an exaggerated falsetto voice, "Oh no we can't raid that merchant ship! It would be unkind and we might mess up our pretty make-up."
Stopping to smile over his shoulder at me, he bats his eyelashes wildly, and I can't help but to burst out laughing.
"You're mad!" I cry out between fits of giggles.
"Not nearly as mad as yerself, however."
The laughter dies inside me almost as quickly as it had begun and I stare at him curiously. Once his words sink into his own mind he immediately opens his mouth to remedy the situation, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.
"Today's excitement has made me tired. I think I'll return to the Bride to rest." I say solemnly, turning to head back down the gang plank.
He follows as I make my way back to the room we now share above The Faithful Bride, his silence sending chills down my spine and I return the lack of conversation in kind. Once we enter the room we both go our separate ways, him over to stoke the fire in the hearth and me moving to rest upon the bed.
My hand absently caresses the pillow beside my own where his head rests during the quiet nights we spend together. Despite the number of months since his return, this bed has never known the passion between us and a single thought sounds loud and clear through my head.
Not even he would touch you now, you little slut. What kind of man would want a murderer in their bed?
I remember the words that had once been yelled harshly inside my mind as I dealt with the guilt of killing my Madam. While my heart tells me that he hasn't touched me simply to respect my healing process the evil memory makes me doubt his affections for me.
With a sigh I push the depressing thoughts away and roll over to reach for the small box by my night stand. The box itself is simple enough, its red velvet cover making it seem glamorous, while the true treasure is hidden beneath the lid.
I slowly take out each individual item that I keep secured in the box and lay them out before me. A silver brooch that once belonged to my mother, the intricate design the most beautiful I've ever seen with its diamond and onyx jewels surrounding one pitch black Mother of Pearl. Beside it lay a picture of my father standing proudly beside my older brother, Stephen.
Finally, my most prized possession reaches my gaze with its contents hidden inside its folds. The drawing that Will had given me the night I'd found out Jack had been killed by the Kraken. Jack stands proud in the sketch drawn a mere three weeks before his disappearance, his one hand resting lovingly against the Pearl's helm while the other cradles a jar of dirt against his chest. I can't help but smile at how out of place the jar looks along side the man and I wonder the significance of the dirt as it was never explained to me.
The bed shifts as a new weight settles upon it and I quickly tuck the sketch out of sight before more deliberately returning the other items to the box. Jack's tanned hand reaches in my line of sight as it attempts to grab the drawing from its hiding place. I snatch it away before he can get a hold of it and place it in the box before setting it onto the floor.
"What was that, luv?" He asks, forcing me to look at him.
"It was nothing. Just a trinket."
"Yer a horrid liar. Let me see it."
"I don't think that would be wise, Jack. Besides don't you have a crew to find and supplies to gather? You know how much I hate being in this town and I think we should make our maiden voyage happen as quickly as possible."
His lips form a small line across his face as he frowns at my avoidance, but he makes no objection. Instead he brings a hand up to caress my cheek softly with callused fingertips before leaving me alone in the bed.
"Ye can't hide it from me forever, darlin." He says to me before closing the door loudly behind him.
I allow numbness to fill me, creating a feeling of contempt deep in my soul.
"You would think so, wouldn't you?"
