okay, this chapter is so cute! at least i think so. and this is also where all those readers who haven't read my other stories will get confused. i'm posting summaries in my next chapter...but i don't know how helpful they'll be, so again, i advise that you READ! reading's good. it entertains and expands your vocabulary.
okay. here it is. please review!
Ruby
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Chapter Two
That night was different. All the tension that been going on through the day had dissipated. I thought it may have been because Jack had seen the looks I was giving him. I felt bad for him, really. He did seem to genuinely love me, but I couldn't help but feel repulsion towards him. Why had I married him them? That, alone, was a mystery.
I may have lost my memory, but I knew one thing. I wasn't going to find any answers to all the questions swirling around in my head if I was going to stay here, with Jack. The urge to take matters into my own hands had been almost unbearable, and I didn't try to repress it.
Jack went to bed early that night. At least I think it was early. He mumbled something about a horse show tomorrow and stalked upstairs. He left me on the couch to fend for myself, and I would have it no other way. I had packed some things while Jack was making dinner, but I needed one more thing. The knife.
Jack told me he had gotten rid of it, but I saw the look in his eyes when he took it from me. There was no way he was getting rid of it. I decided to wait a minute, to ensure that he was really asleep, then I was going to go find the knife.
It wasn't hard to find. A man like Jack seemed to hide things where he thought no one would find them and where everyone else looked first, in his drawers. It was under all of his cloths in the first drawer of the vanity.
With the knife in my possession, I felt like I would be alright on my own. With this feeling, I grabbed my bag and left.
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Two days alone. Two days with no food. And worst of all, two days without sleep. I had no idea were I was, nor did I know who anyone was. When I say I was alone, I really meant it. The only knowledge I had was that I was somewhere in England. That, and the broken memories running though my head.
I kept picturing a man with long black hair and braids. He had a hat on his head that I felt a strong urge to snatch, even though he was only a daydream. He was an odd fellow, walking funny and saying peculiar things, but I think I knew him. I think this was a memory more than a daydream. Then everything turned foggy and all I could remember was his face as it got smaller and smaller into the distance.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I had to figure out where I was. I hadn't realized the sun had set, and how dark it had become. My stomach gave a lurch, and I was painfully aware of how hungry I was. I needed food, and I needed I now.
There was a small inn down the road. I had no money, but at this point I wasn't above begging. Once inside the inn, I found out that it was more of a tavern with a few rooms. There were horribly smelling men standing around, some fighting with swords, and others were passed out on the floor. I stepped over one that looked like the man I had been daydreaming about.
I knelt down next to him and studied hie face. It was definitely the man I had remembered, it had to be. He even had the hat that I wanted to wear. Seeing as how he was out cold, I decided that it might help jog the rest of my memory if I put it on. So I did.
Nothing.
A small girl came bustling over to me. She was about my age, but very small in height. She almost looked childish. "Can I help you with somethin'?" her voice was high and annoying. She took the hat off my head and threw it her feet. "Now that would be Captain Jack's, not yours. If you're lookin' to steal somethin' or..."
"Actually, I was wondering if I could get any food." My stomach gave a large growl and the expression on her face softened.
"So sorry, Luv. I just thought...well, never mind." She hooked her arm around mine and took me back into the kitchens. "There's some fruit here that those men won' touch..."
"Did you say his name was Jack?" I interrupted, unable to take my eyes off the man on the floor.
"Uh huh. Captain Jack Sparrow. Best pirate me eyes ever did see, and a good looking' one, ta boot. Mind you, he's not lookin' for a girl. In fact, he lost his girl a whole ago...poor thing hasn't been the same since..."
She handed me an apple, which I quickly started to devour, and continued to tell me about that man on the floor. When I heard his name, a ribbon of ecstasy unraveled in my stomach. This was the Jack I was looking for, I had a good hunch. "Is there any way I can get him to wake up?" I asked, now accepting some cheese this girl was giving me.
"Uh...not sure, hun. See, that pirate's into drinkin' a lot. Rum mostly. He may be out for a while." She replied holding out her hand. "Mazy."
I wiped my hand on my dress, something my husband wouldn't approve of, and shook hers. "Marie...I think."
"You think? You mean you don't know who you are?"
"I'm not sure." I muttered. The man on the floor began to stir. "Excuse me, please. I would very much like to have a conversation with that man."
I waited for him to pick his head off the ground, then I walked over to his side and helped him get up all the way. He fumbled for a bit, then managed to get his balance. "Thanks, Lu..." But when he stopped in mid-sentence. Once he looked at me, I was sure that this was the Jack I was looking for.
He jumped back and out of my grasp. "It can't be...not possible..." He started rambling.
"Not probable." I didn't know where that came from, I just had such and impulse to say it. "Jack?"
"Not you...can't be...not you..." He started humming to himself. "Duh duh duh dun and really bad eggs..."
"Jack!" Now this was annoying me. Then man was clearly drunk, but something told me that this wasn't drunken behavior for him. I took my knife out from under my cloak and put it to his throat. Another impulse.
"Okay...maybe it is you..." He sighed.
I quickly dropped the blade. "I'm sorry, I..."
Jack put a hand over my mouth to stop me. After a moment, he removed his hand and leaned forward to kiss me. I didn't' fight it. His kiss was soft and warm. Then he pulled me into his chest and put his hands on my behind. His kisses were no longer soft or warm. They turned passionate. This was the Jack I was in love with, not that other one. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him backwards.
I remembered him.
Everything. All the broken pictures in my head came together and I remembered Captain Jack Sparrow, my real husband.
A small whisper passed through his lips, but I couldn't hear what he said. I threw my arms around his neck as he spun me in circles. His lips were next to my ear and he whispered again, "Trinity".
