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Note: Set after events of young Captain Jack Sparrow's ship (the Wicked Wench) being set alight and sinking as punishment, ordered by Cutler Beckett, after liberating slaves, Becket formally names as 'cargo'. (This is discussed in 'At Worlds End'). Angelica is present for all the events above. This is BEFORE Jack was branded a pirate, and strikes a deal with Davy Jones to raise his ship again, thus naming is formally the 'Black Pearl'. This happens after the events below. Rough Ages: Angelica (20) Jack (25) DO NOTE, what is told here is an alternate ending to the original events in The Prince of Freedom, this is written purely as a 'what if', ages/events and outcomes are not accurate to the real timeline of potc. Just for fun.
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Please enjoy this one shot, based on the lyrics from Paloma Faith's song, 'Only love can hurt like this', depicting how Jack could have left Angelica after not sinking with the Witch Wench all those years ago.
~ Only Love Can Hurt Like This ~
- Paloma Faith
Gone.
Jack rubbed his forehead, fingers pushing under his bandanna. In a matter of moments, with licking flames, the Wench was gone. Sails ablaze, sinking down into the bottomless ocean. He had felt his pride sink and joy with it, as he sat in a long boat, soaked, watching it fall without a fight.
His fingers pushed off his bandanna, tossed into his hat that was thrown onto the table. He could see that red fire in the night whenever he shut his eyes, burning above the water fiercer than he had ever seen. He recalled with pain, hearing the screams seep from her wood as she burned, buckled and wheezed. She yelled to be saved by him, but he could not. Jacks mind couldn't comprehend it. For the good deed he did, he was only offered pain, suffering.
Pressing his hands to his forehead he opened his eyes, looking down at his boots.
Two soft hands placed themselves on his cheeks. They lifted up his chin so his eyes faced forward. Angelica knelt on the floor in front of where Jack sat on his chair. Her hair slightly still wet, was beginning to curl back to how it normally fell. Her skin, dewy as it always was and her eyes cameral as ever, the candlelight making her bare shoulders shine. She placed a small peck upon his lips, comfortingly. Neither was extremely good at such things, both slightly stunted in their own way.
I tell myself you don't mean a thing,
And what we got, got no hold on me.
Angelica leaned back, giving his shoulder a pat awkwardly. She twisted up then slowly moved over to the small cot against the wall in the dingy pub room. His eyes followed her as she fell onto the bed stretching out her arms.
After it all, the man who persecuted his actions let them go. Not to be free, but as a way to show his power. He found no need to hang them. No, the man Cutler Beckett felt pleasure in knowing that Jack was nothing more than a peasant who preferred to be poor at sea than land. And the woman, Angelica, was nothing more, in his eyes, than a woman.
He continued to watch her relax on the bed. She kicked off her dirty boots shuffling herself further onto the bed. The time had he known both his ship and Angelica were different, it never really mattered and he didn't care normally, but now it bothered him more than it hoped.
She was gorgeous for sure and she knew it. Nothing had he seen could compare to her, beauty, strength and ferocity. Such words could be said about the Wench as well. Jack frowned, he couldn't part the thoughts of Angelica, from his lost ship. He quickly rubbed his face confused with his own mind.
Jacks eyes returned back to her. He didn't want to part with either.
But when you're not there, I just, crumble.
He stood up, taking off his coat placing it behind him onto the table still in thought. She didn't seem fazed by what happened, not as much as he was. It offended him slightly in a way that curdled in his stomach. Her views were alike his for sure, but she hadn't been with the Wench as long as he had. To her, this vessel was replaceable, just a thing that the idea of freedom could be stuck to, but for Jack, it was the creator of such.
I tell myself, I don't care that much,
But he couldn't help thinking so. He was grieving, he had lost something that to him, had a soul. If only she heard his thoughts. After pulling off his waistcoat, he made his way to the bed instinctively, where he should want to be. Jack climbed over Angelica plonking himself down next to her. She paused a moment, then rolled herself onto him. Her fingers moved inside his shirt as she slowly moved on top looking down at him.
Angelica frowned, as he could feel her eyes searching through his. She seemed to wait, calculate what to say. "We can, always, get another ship. Just like her. The same red walls...". She pushed her hands further into his shirt making him smile as she whispered her words. She meant well, as she always did when she wasn't jabbing at him for fun. She was a viper with a softness for him.
Her hands, softer than he could handle, let alone the rest of her skin seemed to belong upon his own. His heart began to beat again only for her. Jack sat up so she sat in his lap, legs either side of him. With his hands holding her sides, he nuzzled into her neck lovingly, his cold nose warming to her skin. He could never get enough of her for some reason, his hunger, lust for Angelica unfillable.
But I feel like I die, 'til I feel your touch,
Still, the lingering feeling of his other in the back of his mind, made him feel as if he was cheating, on them both. He squinted his eyes shut trying to enjoy her closeness as she wrapped her arms around him giggling. Her hands moved back down to the skin on his chest. The feeling of her touch was always comforting. But the overshadowing need for what was gone ached in the back of his heart and stomach.
Only love, only love can hurt like this,
She began to kiss his cheek, moving her way until their lips met. A slow innocent kiss turned into a battle as both had thoughts of more. Her nails ran down hard over his skin causing it to fizz in a way. Both breathed in heavily, wanting each other.
Only love can hurt like this.
Angelica's hands brushed over his shoulders lifting his shirt up, collapsing down to circle his waist, still with his arms in the sleeves. Jacks hands grabbed her tight, lifting the skin from her hip, as one moved up to her cheek kissing back with an equal force. The intense feeling of lust, wanting something to fill the hole burned overpowered all others, just a kiss between them always would ignite such passion, the muscles tightening under his skin.
Must have been a deadly kiss.
Jack heard a soft moan from Angelica escape their kiss as Jack moved his hands up into her shirt. He felt her warm skin underneath with flat hands, taking his time to feel every inch of her back, lifting up her shirt as he went running his fingers over her curves.
Only love can hurt like this,
Jack stopped once he reached her shoulders, moving his fingers to her front. He moaned himself feeling her lips smile on his. It began. Everything picked up and the pace quickened. She pushed him down as he moved his hands down her legs that lay straddling him.
But even with all this, it was still there.
Say I wouldn't care if you walked away,
Jack felt the tightness pool bellow, unbearable. Their lips parted as she moved hers to his cheek. Jack smiled with his eyes closed, feeling his cheeks and neck go pink. Angelica's hands moved down to his shirt unbuttoning that one stubborn button that was keeping it on. Once gone, his pant buttons were next, just knowing what lay under made him smile, made him want more.
But every time you're there, I'm begging you to stay,
All buttons gone, her hands roamed low. Jack squinted his eyes shut grunting with pleasure as he suddenly rolled over, needing more. He forced their lips together again pushing her down.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed himself on top, hands lifting up her shirt, eager to rip it off. All of her was his, his to have. She had given herself to him, out of love and naivety. And he, in turn, had promised his loyalty to her, and all of him, to her. All was unspoken.
But his loyalty was in vain, his mind still thinking of another despite what he felt for her, and her undivided love that she gave only to him. These thoughts shoved out the ones of the others
He pulled her shirt over her head flicking it away, as her feet pushed his pants further down to his knees. He shuddered, he needed it, he needed it more than for just pleasures sake.
When you come close, I just tremble
Jacks hands quickly moved down to her own pants, fumbling for the belt, whipping it off then attacking the buttons, as it was all becoming too much. Nothing seemed to go fast enough. The want he felt tensioned every muscle in his body. He pushed himself down onto her embracingly, breaking the kiss to feel closer to her. But yet it was still there, making him want to show his mind that he wanted her more.
And every time, every time you go,
It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul.
He shook as he shuffled them off, keeping his lips to the skin on her neck. Jack urged Angelica to let him in, then she did.
Only love, only love can hurt like this
Both groaned as the build-up to this moment seemed to last for an eternity. He felt her nails dig into his skin as she hugged tighter. He kept his squinted eyes in her neck kissing her skin as he wanted to be as close as he could to her, trying to show himself what he really needed.
Angelica was so warm, both inside and out. His hands tingled as one shifted to her lower back, the other at her hip. It almost hurt at how much he loved this, how she chose him, of all people to be with, even when his thoughts still made him think of another.
Only love can hurt like this,
He ripped his lips away from her neck as punishment for the thoughts at such a time. But Angelica moved her own, placing them onto his as soon as he did. Jack could feel in her kiss she wanted more and without warning, she took control.
Your kisses burn into my skin,
Angelica locked herself around him, turning the tides and flipping herself up top dominantly. It was a blur of pleasure as neither could get enough. Whatever they did didn't seem to cut it, so they tried harder, but still not enough. Angelica's nails continued to dig into his skin, it was such pain that she caused him seemed to make it feel even better. he pulled himself up to meet her
But it's the sweetest pain,
The air between them was hot and thick. Everything humming as they just wanted to reach the end, but wanted it to last forever. Jack bit down hard, feeling her fingers run through his dreadlocks.
Burning hot through my veins,
Jack could feel how close he was, how close she was. They were using all their strength to hold onto each other until the end. It was torture. Just so close to the finish, although it seemed too far. Angelica moaned against his lips as Jack did the same but with added gusto.
Love is torture makes me more sure,
It happened for him.
He hung his mouth open over hers, leaning his forehead slowly into the crook of her neck. Jack could hear his heart beating in his ears. Angelica wasn't finished with him. She wriggled demandingly causing him to snicker breathlessly. continuing her work for herself only. Writhing, grinding incessantly jack helping happily. Then she concluded herself.
...Only love can hurt like this.
Angelica lifted herself to embrace him tightly as Jack pulled her down with him. The bed's coolness stuck against the skin on his back from the sweat created. That alone put in perspective the time it took. Jack's arms slipped, losing his hold of her sides. Angelica's arms wrapped around his head, her nose and lips moving along the side of his cheek. He breathed heavily in sync with her, their warmth radiating off them. His chin rested on her shoulder, moving his fingers over the dewy skin and shut his eyes.
Nothing happened for a while, their exposed skin slowly cooled, until her warm body separated from his and disappeared. He opened his eyes wondering where she went when she returned with the sheet 'folded' at the end of the bed. She sniffed it, then pulled it over them moving up to give him a long satisfying kiss, hands cupping his face. Angelica shifted herself over him, sliding into place like she most often did in a sort of 'claiming' position.
''I'm surprised you trust these sheets enough to be in the same room as you''. He spoke softly. She answered with a huff.
"I love you...". She whispered against his lips leaning weakly on him.
Only love can hurt like this.
"Mm hm". Jack mumbled back, unable to open his eyes to look at her. It was not that he couldn't say it, but it made him uncomfortable because such words seemed to stick in his throat.
Angelica seemed lightly shuffle at his absence of a response making the pain of confusion he felt, to ache. She snaked her hands over his chest to his neck delicately, cuddling him so her lips stayed on his forehead.
Your kisses burn into my skin.
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Jack woke suddenly, eyes opening to a darkened room. He twisted his head looking around until the feeling of her in his arms told him where he was. His eyes moved to Angelica who lay asleep. She had moved in their slumber, he too. She was lower, both on their side as she was nestled into his chest, her hair really all he could see and feel on his face.
He moved one hand off from around her to rub his face from the hair that stuck to his stubble. Everything seemed, good until it came back. The longing was back. He looked back down at Angelica, but it wasn't all just for her. After it all, all the passion from now and years before, he still felt it, for the Wench. He had lost before, but this was different.
He couldn't understand. Jack looked back up at the ceiling trying to accept what he had to do, then back down to Angelica. The love was there, but, smothered by another more momentarily stronger.
She stirred in his arms sighing. He felt her legs move against his.
Jack squinted his eyes shut in shame. The love for her was still there but overshadowed for a love he felt for what he lost. The Wench, that freedom it always promised.
He didn't want to do this, to her, and he had to say himself. He couldn't stay knowing he lusted for another. He couldn't fall for an object without a heart, when the one he was leaving, had dedicated hers, to him. He was unable to bring her with him, this was something he needed to do alone. He was sure she wouldn't approve
But it kept calling, it kept calling for him to find her. He knew she wasn't lost forever, there had to be a way, there always is.
Jack sat up slowly, still feeling half his heart trying to pull him down, as the other yanked him up. He carefully shifted his legs out from under hers, slipping off the bed but stopped. Angelica's hand was still intertwined with his, her fingers, and the ring he had given her, gripping onto him tightly.
He waited for the half of his heart dedicated to her, to overpower and give him a reason to stop, but it didn't. He carefully, as much as it hurt, unhooked her fingers from his, moving away. It seemed almost ironically typical and was a sign he chose to ignore.
Jack dressed quietly and slowly after relighting a candle. He kept his eyes over her sleeping body trying to push that sick feeling bubbling in his stomach but all it did was make the pain worse. It wasn't regular pain, but heart tearing pain. Such pain that he knew he'd cause her when she woke. He shook his head, moving away utterly disgusted with himself. He tried to tell himself that she'd move on. There was no question in that. She was strong-willed and resourceful.
He continued to dress until all that was left was his hat. His eyes scanned the table that lay in front of him that was empty apart from the dying candle. Jack turned around gripping his hat nervously. She was going to hate him. Jack approached the bed, kneeling down to her.
He just sat there for a while looking at what he would be hurting. Their time together was unforgettable. She had honestly and truthfully cared, and loved him. As he did too. Jack frowned, leaning in pressing her lips to his forehead.
"I love you". He mouthed to her skin, this time meaning it just for her.
'Cause only love can hurt like this
Jack stood placing his hat upon his head. He knew she would never forgive him for abandoning her. He would never forgive himself for choosing a ship over Angelica, but the ship was in need, she was not. Once making his way to the door, he shoved his hand into his coat pocket where he kept the key to their room. Unlocking the door, Jack quietly turned the handle trying his best to not wake her. A dim light shone from outside and a low strum of music followed.
Before Jack stepped outside, he looked back. She would lay peacefully until she woke to find him gone leaving her high and dry, with the thought that everything was a lie, and that he never loved her despite it being all untrue.
While Jack would forever be stuck with the thought that he left her for a ship. Jack frowned with sorrow looking away shutting the door silently behind him before locking it and shoving the key back under.
And it must have been a deadly kiss.
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-Rum xxoo