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When I woke up I was back in the cabin alone. I rose up, trying to get a hold on all the information that my brains were feeding me with. Okay,
1. I was in the Caribbean.
2. I had apparently time traveled back around four of five hundred years.
3. I had also changed the whole universe from the one with the movie Sparrow to the one with the real Sparrow.
This all together equals: NOT POSSIBLE!
I buried my face in my hands, hoping to get even a bit logic in this thing. When it didn't work I started a stare contest with the door. I think it was a good five minutes before I got up and walked to it, resting my hand on the doorknob. I drew a deep breath, and opened it.
There were men everywhere. Repairing the sails, washing the deck or doing something I had no idea what it was. I took a few steps towards the middle and did a little pirouette-alike, slowly adjusting to the change of scenes. I turned around when I felt someone tapping my shoulder and recognized the man as Mr. Gibbs from the movie.
"The Captain's waitin' for ye." He said grumpily. I smiled to him, not being able to resist teasing him a little.
"Don't worry, Mr. Gibbs. Women don't really bring bad luck." The shock on his face was worth the small tease. I patted his shoulder as I moved past him towards the Captain, who was controlling the ship in the tail end of the legendary ship. I walked across the deck and felt somewhat uncomfortable because of the gazes of the sailors. It wasn't typical to let people see your legs in the 17th century and after all, I was on a ship with men who hadn't been with a woman in a long, long time for what I knew.
As I climbed the short stairs to the higher level of the ship my mind was whirling of questions. Where exactly was I? What day, and more importantly, what year it was? How had I gotten here? How much time had passed since the movie?
Captain Sparrow was standing steadily behind the wheel and lazily directed the ship with one hand, glancing every now and then at his compass. I studied him as I walked closer. He looked just like in the movies, down to every single little detail. Except that he was way more gorgeous. His sun-kissed skin looked like gold and everything in his posture sent out an image of a free and easy going man who was ready to grab his pistol and sword any second. He didn't look at me when I stopped by his side. I waited for a few seconds, before coughing quietly. He made no move and a coughed more loudly, wondering what was going inside his head.
"I hear ye, no need to cough yer lungs out, luv" he said, still not looking at me. "I'd like to hear yer story before that", he finished and glanced at me cunningly from the corner of his eye. A silence fell again as I pondered what I was supposed to do now. I concluded, that he expected me to tell everything of myself right now and realizing the same time that I couldn't do it or he'd think I was crazy, so I decided to lie.
"I can't remember anything, really", I said and shrugged. I turned to look at the sea, to make an image of a little, simple girl, kept away from her memories. You're pathetic, a little voice declared in my head. Shut up I answered it angrily. I didn't need little voices telling me what to do. I heard him make a soft "hmm" at my statement. I turned around and found the Captain looking to the horizon with a stoic face. For a man who usually acted like a drunken idiot he was unbelievably hard to read.
""Hmm"?" I mimicked and blinked innocently at his glare. I walked to the railing and looked at the open ocean.
"So, where am I", I asked and turned around. The strong wind pushed my hair over my face and I smiled as I tried to force it behind my ear again. I had only been here for a few moments but I already had started to feel more free and relaxed than I had almost ever felt back home. I knew that I didn't actually know whether I could or could not trust him, but if he really was the same person as he was in the movie, I at least knew that I was somewhat safe. Between the flying strands of hair I saw the Captain looking at me with a small smile tugging his lips. I flashed him a big grin; the grumpiness I had felt first when I woke up had vanished completely.
"Yer at the Black Pearl and right now we're sailing to Port Royal, to see my old friend-"
"-Will and Elizabeth" I mumbled the end of his sentence, but clearly not quiet enough for his head snapped quickly towards me. My cheeks reddened as I realized my slip.
"Ye know them?" The question came calmly, his gaze once again roaming the open see.
"Um, no, um, I just once happened to hear about an adventure where you and some Will and Elizabeth were" I stuttered, wishing that he'd let it pass. He didn't.
"I thought that ye remembered nothin'"
"Uhh…" Come on, brains! Think, think! "I don't but after hearing your name and that we're headed to Port Royal, well, uh, something just clicked" I explained with smile that was as calm as I could possibly make it. Which, of course, meant quite nervous. I had always been a terrible liar when I had to lie to people I didn't know. To my mom and other relatives it was a piece of cake, but for some weird reason, whenever I tried to avoid telling about myself to people I didn't know, I lost every ability to lie credibly. He made a 'hmm' and said nothing. We still stood in silence when Gibbs, gave me a glare and went to whisper something in the Captain's ear. I stared curiously at the couple and tried to hear what they were saying. Apparently the message had something to do with me, for they turned to look at me before once again turning their backs to me. I turned to the sea, uninterested in a conversation that I couldn't hear.
"But Jack! Are ye out of yer mind or drunk! She's a woman, for Christ's sake!" Hmm. This was turning interesting.
"Aye, Gibbs, I'm well-aware of that AND the fact that your superstition prevents you from liking the fact that she will stay. After all, I'm the Captain, Mr. Gibbs." I turned around and found the two men having a staring contest, which Gibbs soon lost. He snorted and glared at me while taking a big gulp from his pocket flask. He retreated from the scene while muttering incomprehensible words about bloody women. I turned my eyes from the firstmate of the ship to it's Captain, who's eyes were warmly blinking at me in the Caribbean sun.
"He's a nice man once ye get to know him. A little superstitious, but nice."
"How long have you known him?"
"A while" came the answer vaguely. He shook a bottle that I hadn't noticed before in the air. "Rum?" My gaze went back and forth between his face and the bottle, before I pushed myself up from the railing and walked to him. I took the bottle from his hands and sniffed it's contest suspiciously. I looked in Jack's eyes once again, and saw them glint with suppressed humor. To hell with it, I thought as I locked my eyes with his I took a big swig of the stinking drink. The liquid flew down my throat, burning everything it touched and making me cough like no tomorrow. Jack's laughter floated into my ears and he started to bang my back.
"Ye okay there, lass?" he asked me kindly. I nodded and straightened my back while wiping tears from my face.
"What was that!"
"The best rum in the whole Caribbean, luv" Jack said proudly and practically beamed at me. He took a swig - without coughing - and eyed me suspiciously. "Want some more?" he asked with a charming grin.
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The night had fallen quickly and the lights had been put out after 8 pm, but the darkness didn't bother us as we sat in can Jack's cabin, laughing over some stupid joke he was telling.
"- and – and then he said "kill me" and then he killed him!" I giggled like a madman at some guy's death and almost fell of the chair. Jack plunged over the table to save me from the horrible fate and knocked over the 6th bottle of rum that we had just started. I dove to the floor to save it and pulled Jack, who had supported me from my waist, with me down. I landed on my back and successfully caught the bottle. Jack's weight pushed the air out of my lungs but I still managed to laugh at the puzzled look on his face. He soon started to laugh too, but stopped quickly.
"What?" I asked when I realized his intense gaze. He said nothing and I became aware of our position, him lying on top of me, our heads close. His dark eyes roamed my face and stopped at my eyes. I felt his hot breath graze my skin and as his lips came crashing against mine, my hands had found their way around his neck. The kiss was rougher than I ever imagined it could be, and so filled with lust that I would've fallen if I had been standing. We rolled over so that I was on top and Jack's hands immediately started roam on by back. Our tongues were fighting a fierce battle when Jack rolled us over again and locked my wrists over my head with his right hand while his mouth explored the flesh of my neck. It was when his other hand started to get under my shirt that I finally realized what was happening.
" No" I breathed out and wrenched my hands from his grip. I quickly pushed him off me and scrambled to a sitting position. I stared at Jack whose eyes were glinting dangerously in the dark.
"I'm drunk, you're drunk – maybe, I don't know. But I can't, won't do it when I'm intoxicated." Besides, everybody, who have seen the Pirates knows that Jack Sparrow is a full-time gigolo. No way I was going to fall into his arms on the second day that I had known him. No matter how hard I wanted him. The pirate before me leant back and observed me in the dark.
"Then why are ye still here giving me explanations?"
I swear my heart missed a beat and it took all my mind-control no to attack those lovely, full, sexy lips… woah, let's not go there girl! I gathered my strength and stood up. I straightened my clothes and brushed my tangled hair smoother with my fingers before walking calmly out of the room with Jack's eyes burning holes in my back.
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My third day in the Caribbean greeted me with a dreadful headache. I grunted as I shadowed my eyes from the small amount of light that came somehow got into the little windowless cabin.
"Oh, God" I muttered behind my closed eyelids as the memories of the previous night came flooding into my mind. "Idiot, idiot, idiot" I continued while slapping my head with my hand. My thoughts were interrupted when a faint shout Land ahead! Ready to lower the anchor! Echoed from the upper deck. Finally land! I thought excited and scrambled up from my bed. Not bothering to worry about my looks, I quickly ran a few fingers through my auburn hair and then hurried to the corridor.
When I reached the daylight the life on the deck didn't seem any different from the past few days, and I started to wonder, if I had just imagined the shout before. I was so concentrated on contemplating about the shout, that I gave a little squeak when a hand suddenly landed on my shoulder. I turned around and found Mr. Gibbs looking at me quite confused, though his expression quickly change to a grumpy one.
"Come, now, missus. The Capn' wants ye under deck." He explained as we walked towards the stairs.
"But- but- land! I want to go on shore!" I exclaimed as I spotted the island in the horizon. I turned to look at the wheel, where Jack was – probably on purpose – looking completely to another direction. Mr. Gibbs shook his head and tightened his grip on my arm.
"Ye do what the Cap'n wants ye to do." I saw the pirates looking at us, grinning. My cheeks flushed as I realized how we must've looked to them; a "small girl", whining to her "father" how she wants a pony, and a lollipop and huge amounts of chocolate et cetera, et cetera. Well fuck it, I thought annoyed, and continued to fight for my freedom.
Surprisingly, it was no use. Mr. Gibbs pushed me down the stairs, clearly starting to get annoyed, for he twisted my arm warningly every time that I tried to turn around. It didn't stop me from complaining, though.
"—is absolutely outrageous! Captain or no, he has no right to treat me this way! I'm a living breathing human being, and I have my right to an opinion and equality with other people, and the right to choose not to be forced to a small cabin for who know how long! And- "
"Oh, stop it all right, lass!" Gibbs said with an impatient sigh. "The Captain says ye go under deack, ye go under deck." He finished and pushed me to my cabin and locked the door. My eyes narrowed in anger, frustration finally getting to me. How dare he do this!
"Mr. Gibbs, I ask you kindly: Open. The door." I tried to speak as calmly as I could.
"Like I said lass, orders are orders", he said and then I heard his steps walking away.
"Gibbs! Gibbs you better come back this moment or—or—I'm going to kill myself!" Okay, that was childish, I admit. But it was no good. Soon the pirate's steps vanished to the upper deck and all I heard was waves softly splashing against the wooden sides. I turned from the door and sighed in surrender. With no windows there really wasn't a way out besides the door which clearly would not be opened before Jack would come back. I couldn't really burn his ship either, as much as the thought appealed. I walked to the bed and sat down. Having nothing to do, I started to entertain myself with images of making Jack's life hell when he'd return dashing through my head. Oh yes, he'd get a big welcome home –surprise.
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I woke up to the clicking sound of the lock. Half-asleep, I had a hard time remembering what I should be mad about, but Jack's image standing in the doorway managed to speed up my memory. He flashed a charming smile and stepped in, closing the door behind him.
"I see yer still alive, luv" he started. My cheeks reddened as I remembered thefoolish threat. Quickly regaining control of my face I forced my skin colour back to normal. I raised my eyebrows and stared coldly at him. His smile slowly faded and he took a few steps, as if he was unsure of himself. Yeah, right I thought. The amazing Captain Jack Sparrow unsure? Hell no. As I watched him toddle around,he got the look of a man forced to say something. Cute as it is, I said nothing, as he blurted an apology out.
"Look, I'm sorry, Elle, luv. But yer a woman! I can't take a woman with me to Port Royal. They're after me head there!" His face showed that my reaction was not the one he had hoped for. I stood up, pissed, that he actually dared to dismiss me because I'm a woman!
"Because I'm a woman! So, instead of telling me that I can't come, you decide to lock me up! Guess how embarrassing it was to have Gibbs suddenly grab my hand and drag me down here! What in the God's name were you thinking? And do you really think that I'll break from the slightest bit of danger? I can defend myself a little too, you know! I don't think you thought Elizabeth was a delicate doll like you seem to think that I am." I stopped my angry speech. Jack stood there glaring me as I placed my hands on my hips and cocked my head to meet his gaze. The only sound in the room came from my snapping foot. Finally he shook his head as if to clear his head.
"First, don't shout to yer captain. Second, I don't have to declare my decisions to you. Third, yer nothing like Elizabeth, and how do ye even know about her!" I stuck my head up and glared him back.
"First", I started mimicking him," I shout to whom Iwnat toand when I want to. Second, you don't have to, but it as sure as hell would help and third, that's none of your business!" I finished.
"Fine! Have it yer way then! Yer locked up in here until ye apologize!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"FINE!" We glared at each other until Jack turned on his heels and left the room. I heard him locking the door as soon as the door had slammed shut. Just after the slam I hearda feminine voice asking kindly if she could perhaps see the woman Anamaria had mentioned about. I smiled mischievously as I imagined the battle inside Jack's head. He had just promised me a total isolation until I'd apologize, yet when was Jack able to say no to a woman, especially if she was Elizabeth like I predicted. Soon there was a sound of a key turning inside the lock and I quickly backed away to my bed, wiping the grin away from my face.
The door opened and in stepped Elizabeth Swann, looking absolutely beautiful, just like always. This was when I took a closer look at my clothes, a revealingone toat leastthese people, which white colour had already turned somewhat grayish, and a wide cut t-shirt. Not exactly a dress to impress. Despite these little faults Elizabeth smiled brightly to me and offered her hand.
"Elizabeth Swann, nice to meet you." I took her hand and shook it, surprised of the force of her grip.
"I'm Elle, nice to meet you too."
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