AN: Seven reviews. Yay!!! That's great:). This chapter is sort of sappy yet not. Idk, it's not the best but I start writing the next chapter after I post one. Once this is up, I'll get to work on Chapter Four:). I think I'm going to postpone Forever's not Eternity. At least, not until I know this one is definitely doing well. Happy reading, enjoy, and review:).
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The famous Captain awoke right as the sun was rising, the light pouring in to reveal Andie's sleeping face. She looked angelic, unlike her fiery personality. Jack grinned as he thought about her drinking the night before. She'd had three rums, hardly nothing to him, but he knew it was enough to cause her to be sick. He knew he had a remedy that would calm her stomach, but she wouldn't admit she'd need it if he anticipated her actions correctly. She truly is beautiful, Jack thought as he reached toward a strand of curled hair that had escaped the rest. Tenderly, he tucked it behind her exposed ear. He admired the way it wasn't curly, but it wasn't quite fully wavy as it framed her delicate face. Her blue eyes stunned him whenever he looked at her, for they seemed to make her appearance even more gorgeous.
Andie hadn't moved after she'd become intoxicated the night before. Jack quickly concluded that if he were to give her pure alcohol before she laid down every night, then perhaps she'd be safe from the tossing and turning. Of course, he was still going to share a bed with her. He wouldn't dare jinx the chances of the alcohol failing, at least that would be his excuse. Wait a bloody moment, he realized, I'm not actually… What's the word? Falling for her, am I? Bloody hell…
The stirring of the angel beside him roused him from his thoughts. "Jack?"
"Hm?"
"Where's the privy?" She sat up straight, holding her head with one hand and holding her stomach with the other.
He pointed to a door that led to the room she required. In a moment she was through it, and he could hear her vomiting. Deciding to be a good man for a moment by getting up, he crouched down somewhat to her right and held back her elbow-length dark hair. It was soft as he held it in his rough, calloused hands that were adorned with rings. "Thank you." She breathed as she relaxed, leaning back on him, shocking him.
"You're welcome, love." He wasn't sure what to do and how to react, except to release her hair.
He could see that her eyes were closed, for her head was tilted back against his chest. Jack lowered himself into a cross-legged position and pulled her with him, her eyes momentarily fluttering open before closing once more. Andrea moved her head so the right side of her face was against his clothed chest. He was sure she could hear his heart beating rapidly, but she didn't let on about it. In another moment, she bolted up, as if she'd just realized what was happening. He did the same, snorting as he exited because she was holding her head, the movement causing her to become dizzy from the hangover she was currently experiencing.
Jack opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a dark bottle. "Don't ask what's in it, just drink, savvy?"
She nodded feebly as she took it and drank a small amount. "Thank you again."
"Darling, as nice as the gratitude is, you're not yourself…"
He grinned as the fire returned to her bright eyes. "Well, excuse me for not feeling well after drinking enough alcohol… What are you laughing at?"
Jack smirked at her as she began to smile herself. Something struck Jack, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. She hasn't fallen for me, has she?
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Bloody hell, I hadn't known him for a full day yet, and something was telling me that I was wanting Jack. I didn't know, of course because I'd never been in love before. Hell, I hadn't been kissed! I couldn't fall for him. I had to just trust him to be someone to help me destroy Jones, then maybe I could be with him. I didn't know for sure that I was falling for the famous Captain, but I had the gut feeling I was.
"C'mon, Andie. The crew will be eager to meet ye. You sure you feel up to going outside? The bright light…"
"I know. Let's go." I passed him and opened the door, being greeted by stares.
A young man and a woman who was obviously his wife came up to me as Jack went to the helm. The woman was beautiful in an odd way; she had honey eyes and wind-blown dirty blonde hair. She extended her hand out to me, which I shook politely. "Elizabeth Turner."
Turner. That meant that the man was… "William Turner." I knew it!
I shook his hand and released it, brushing the hair that was blowing in the wind behind my ears. "I-I know your father. Nice man, raised me and taught me everything I know."
Will smiled gently at me as he threaded his arm around his wife. "Yes, he's quite something. Do you happen to know where the Dutchman is? I need to save him…"
"Yes, I have a feeling Beckett, who has the bloody heart, will be calling him close again soon. And he doesn't want you to risk everything. I know him, and he wouldn't want you to lose your normal life just so he can be free. He'd choose to be with you, anyways."
Will looked at me, looking awestruck. "You know people well, don't you?" Elizabeth asked, smiling.
"I…" Jack interrupted as he came down to us.
"Good news! We will no longer be aimlessly drifting around in the ocean. We're setting a course for the area where I showed you last night, Andie. It's a few day's journey, but we need to get the heart." I looked into his dark eye as he spoke, seeing something flicker there that wasn't present when he was communicating one-on-one with other crew members.
A shiver went down my spine as I thought about my thoughts on Jack earlier. I'd barely known him a day! Disregarding my thoughts, I spoke. "Aye. That sounds good." I walked casually to an elder man with a parrot on his shoulder. Jack, who had followed me across the deck, introduced us with enthusiasm.
"Cotton, this is Andie, short for Andrea. She'll be joining us." He turned to me as Cotton shook my hand, smiling kindly. "He's mute."
I nodded and gasped when the parrot flew over to my shoulder, twisting it's head to get a better look at me with it's beady eyes. It was a beautiful bird, really. Cotton smiled as the bird squawked. "Ahoy matey!"
I laughed and allowed it to fly back to it's owner. "Mister Cotton, would you mind giving Andie here something to do?" Jack exited to the helm as I was given work to do.
My first day passed relatively well, except for when I nearly killed Jack. I was talking to Will about myself and the Dutchman. "So you're still going to share a cabin with Jack?"
I widened my eyes at him. "What?!" I turned in fury as I went to find Jack, who I found at the wheel. "Jack Sparrow! I thought you were going to allow me to sleep in the spare cabin." I glared at him with my blue eyes.
He smirked and snorted as he momentarily glanced at me. "I'm not going to let you kill yourself by tossing and turning. I'll give you pure alcohol to knock you out, but I cannot guarantee that it'll work, darling…"
I growled and went back down to finish my day's work. Within a few hours, the crew was retiring for the night as the sun melted into the Caribbean. I dreaded going back to the cabin, for I know that Jack would be there. Gibbs had taken over at the helm a short time ago. I closed the door behind me as I entered, taking off my boots and laying them by a stray sword I would use. I went to his desk drawer and withdrew a bottle, knowing he was running low. I took the bottle to the bed and lounged back on the pillows, uncorking the bottle right as he walked in. Jack grinned guiltily as he undid his effects and took off his boots. " 'ello love."
"Hello." I flung my cork at him childishly, causing him to laugh as it missed him narrowly. "You never told me…"
"Darling, need I remind you this is my ship, so I may tell you what I please?" He withdrew a bottle himself, taking a swig as he sat on the other side of the bed, stretching out. "We made progress today, however. We're closer to where I aimed for then I realized. When we get there…"
"I'll talk to Norrington with Elizabeth, she knows him, no? Perhaps she can pull a few strings and we can get the heart without much difficulty. She was a governor's daughter, correct? I have a feeling she could persuade just about anyone." I turned my head to the right as I drank my rum, watching Jack's face twist into a disgusted look.
"That she can. That sounds reasonable; though finding Jones shouldn't be that hard. We'll just command him to come to us. Although we have the heart, he'll still try to get to you. I know him too well, unfortunately."
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Where's that pure alcohol?"
Jack grunted as he got up to find it. He came back from his desk a few moments later, carrying a bottle of the liquid that might help me. "You know, darling," He said as he handed it to me, "You sure do forgive quickly…"
"So you admit it!" I drank a small dose, then handed him. I kept going as he put the bottle up. "You admit that you should've told me!"
He just chuckled as I climbed under the covers, following suit after me. "You keep thinking that, deary."
In a moment, I was asleep.
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Jack awoke to the feel of bare feet kicking his legs. He opened his eyes and in the faint moonlight he could see Andie tossing and turning. Not wanting her to hurt herself, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close; she didn't stop moving. "Andie. Andie!" He whispered loudly to her, trying to get her to awake. The only response she gave him was a large shove she gave from writhing in his arms, causing him to roll onto his back. Her head adorned his chest now and the sound of his heart seemed to pull her out of the trance.
"Jack?" Her voice was groggy as she felt his chest and shoulders with her soft hands.
"Aye."
"Turn around. Beckett doesn't have the heart anymore, I know it. Jones… The dream…"
"I'll tell Gibbs tomorrow, love…"
"Now. It'll be too late."
Jack obeyed and went to find his first mate at the helm. "Turn around, Gibbs. She said Beckett doesn't have it."
"You sure, Jack?"
"I have a feeling she wouldn't lie about something like that."
"Aye Cap'n."
Jack went back down to the cabin, glancing at the ocean as he went. He realized how alike Andie and the ocean were; they could be gentle and playful, yet they were both strong and always going, never ceasing. As he entered the cabin, closing the door behind him, he saw that she was laying on her right side, facing him with blue eyes that were reflected by the moonlight. He laid back down on his back and before he could do anything, her head was once more on his chest, his heart soothing her back to sleep.
