URGENT A/N UPDATE: I changed Ambers age to sixteen instead of twenty three! I have re-planned out the WHOLE story to make it ten times better, but in order to fulfill the plot, I figured I need to lessen her age. Also, please note that Jack isn't as 'mad' as he is in COTB or any of the other Pirate movies, as you may know that he was supposedly gone 'mad with the heat' while being marooned. (Quote from Mister Gibbs, Curse of the Black Pearl - as you know.)

Anyways, thankyou for the feedback! I'm so glad you enjoy this as I am!


Chapter Three: Stirrings


With a pull, the trapdoor was open. A puff of dust escaped the of darkness, the only thing visible is an old ladder.

"Stay here, it's dark down there, won't be too long." Amber told Jack, and began to climb down the creaky ladder. A small thump was heard from above, which was Amber jumping down to the ground of the cache. She did this every few months,when she wanted to take her mind off things. She began to cough, dust was often sitting on top of the glass bottles from years of not being used or even touched. Amber grabbed hold of five bottles, the most she could hold in her small arms.

The girl slowly but balanced her way up the ladder and passed the bottles to Jack. He thought that was it, so he began to turn around.

"Hold on, you don't know your way back." A echoed voice was heard from below the ground, behind Jack. He didn't realiseshe went back into the cache. She did the same thing, retrieved five bottles and climbed her way back up.

"Ten bottles?" Jack raised his eyebrows.

"I never said I couldn't handle a drink, Captain." Amber smirked and passed the Pirate, she began to walk back to her hut with Jack following. He smiled at her, unknowingly he was starting to get used to this somewhat strange woman.

Once the two arrived, Amber placed her bottles down on a log, which had grooves so it was comfortable to sit on. She stepped out-of-the-way, allowing Jack to do the same.

"Now, Sparrow. Tell me about yourself, I've told you plenty about me."

"Luv, you've told me null about how you got on this Island. You have only told me about how you survive."

"Right, well. I'll tell you, if you tell me."

"You're a tough girl. Stubborn if you will, I like that in a girl." Jack grabbed a bottle, and took a swig of the fluid.

"Enough with your sweet talk Captain. It's getting dark and you are going to tell me about yourself whilst I get a fire started so we don't get eaten by the bogeyman, alright?" Amber smiled and crouched down, to gather up some leaves and bark. She piled the bark up in a small nest and then found herself a stick and a larger piece of bark.

"What do you want to know?" Jack asked, sitting down on the log.

"How you got here, first." She continued to play with the stick and bark, digging the stick into the bark whilst piling up the leave mound. Before Jack could start his story, Amber had the fire started. It lit up quickly, and glowed the area which wasbefore in darkness. She stood and turned around, the fire brought out her beautifully proportioned face. Jacks cheekbones stood out, it brought out his features, so Amber thought. He was the attractive man in Amber's eyes, but who knows considering this is the first man she has seen alive in years.

"Me and me crew were searching for the Treasure of Cortès. Three days into the search, me first mate, Hector Barbossatricked me into giving up the bearings of Isla De Muerta. Then, the same day, they mutinied against me and left me stranded here." Jack turned his story shirt, altering a few bits and pieces to make him sound less mad.

"That's harsh." Amber sat next to Jack, holding her bottle of rum.

"It is." Jack admitted, taking down a gulp of the golden liquid. Amber wanted to change subjects, she smiled and lifted her posture.

"Cheers." She held her bottle in front of Jack.

"Cheers on what?" Jack asked, looking at Amber and then back into his bottle.

"Does one need a specific event to drink on occasion?" Amber smirked, Jack did the same back. They hit each others bottles and then took a shot of rum.

The rest of that night was a blur really, it was full of Pirate stories, Ghost stories, shanties and laughing.

"-And a bottle of rum!" Amber finished the song, and finished off her second, or third bottle of the night.

"Aye, you promised me that you'd tell me how ye got here!" Jack said, louder than expected. His voice husky and uneasy, defiantly not a sign of soberness.

"Well, well. Let me see, I was five when my father left us to become a merchant sailor under the East India Trading company, and my mother decided it would be best if we moved to England, which had a port designated for the said company. My older brother was eager to follow in my fathers footsteps, become a merchant sailor like him. Father sent my brother a necklace so we could remember him while he was gone, we left just after father did. Then, one day aboard the vessel we sailed on to get to England from Port Royal, a fire broke out. My mother couldn't find my brother, we were separated from the rest of the crew, we decided to think that my brother was on a smaller boat with the rest of the crew, going to safety, but we couldn't see anything. My mother and I boarded one of the small boats, with just the two of us and a chest full of things my mother had packed for the voyage. After days drifting out at sea, we found this Island. Moma died a year after that, and I've been here ever since. Before her passing, she told me that my father was a pirate, not a merchant. He left us because he didn't want to cause any harm upon our family, she told me that she thought he died long after he left us. But, yes, that is how I got here." The mood changed drastically, it went silent for a bit. Amber stared at the sand and dirt mixture at the jungle ground, and Jack looked into his bottle.

"It's late. Where do you want to sleep?" Amber awkwardly stood up.

"Where could I sleep?" Jack asked.

"I guess you could sleep up in my hut, there might be some room."

"If it's no trouble." Jack stood leaving his bottle behind.

"No trouble at all." Amber began to climb up the ladder.

The water felt like cool raindrops on her skin, the early morning heat was not enough to warm the water but it was refreshing either way. Amber stood on her toes, most of her naked body covered by the water surrounding her. The small waterfall dripping down her back, wetting her long hair.

She played with her hair, brushing out the tangles with her finger tips. She wondered if Jack was awake yet, he slept through most of the morning. He must not have been used to early mornings like Amber, she had already visited her mother and gone on her daily walk.

Jack lifted his sore eyes open, it was light out. He looked around the small room, it had a stack of books and a stack of fruit in one corner, the other corner had a chest that was open, which was full of dresses, shirts and other things. But, there was no sign of Amber.

He climbed down the ladder, he could smell the faint essence of smoke from the fire that Amber lit the previous night. He didn't remember much until the last few sentences the two shared, including her back story. He remembered her strength in telling the small story, how she lost both her mother and brother, and coming to the realisation that her father was a pirate and potentially dead. He remembered her beauty, her natural beauty most of all. So fragile, so pretty.

Amber closed her eyes while the water spilled over her face, cooling her instantly. She hummed a tune that Captain Teague taught her, he sang it to her while getting her to sleep. It was the first time someone sung to her to get her to sleep, it has been in her mind ever since.

"Once upon a december.." She hummed, some words she sang.

Jack heard the nearby running water, and he remembered the girl speaking about the lagoon. He thought she would'vewandered off there, to gather water or something.

He walked slowly, behind a large rock next to the water he listened to the water and heard the young woman singing. He recognised the tune, he lifted his head from the rock and saw the top part of a figure. Her back turned towards Jack, the waterfall spilling onto her, running down her back. She was naked, Jack thought immediately not to interrupt. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea, of anything. He turned, to walk away, when a stick crunched beneath his feet, breaking the silence. He quickly turned to see if she noticed, thankfully she didn't hear.

Jack sat on the sand, not far from Ambers hut. With a bottle in hand, he eyed the horizon in search for something he would never see, the Pearl.

After Amber finished her bathing, she got dressed and headed to find Jack. She figured he would be somewhere close, otherwise he would just be lost. Within the gaps of the trees, she saw a shadow figure sitting on the beach, she headed for it. The wind blowing her hair and dress, she walked towards Jack and once next to him, she sat. It was silent for a bit, just staring into the horizon, until Jack spoke.

"What was that song, you were singing?" Jack asked, not taking his eyes off the horizon.

"You heard me sing." Amber faced Jack, looking at the 'x' on his cheekbone.

"Yes." He admitted, and took a swig of rum.

"I thought I heard something." She silently giggled, he needs to work on his stealth.

"I didn't see anything, just saying." Jack cleared.

"Good."

"So..what was the song? I think I've heard it before." Jack finally faced Amber, their eyes met. She felt tingles down her spine and she looked away from him.

"A song the Pirate sung to me, to get me to sleep. Remember how I told you about-" She began.

"What was his name?" Jack realised the familiarity about the song and the Pirate who sung the song to her when she wanted to sleep, it was once the same for Jack.

"Why does it matter?" Amber looked back at Jack, who was looking somewhat serious.

"What was his name?" He repeated firmly, ignoring her question.

"Captain Teague, he always stressed that I used his title." It went silent from there, Jack was stunned. His father had been here, his father had been the one who helped Amber. He wasn't that close with him anymore, but he still was family.

"Is there something wrong?" Amber noticed a particular look in Jacks eyes.

"Not wrong at all, the complete opposite actually." Their eyes met, this time he truly noticed her honey coloured eyes.

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean."

"Teague, he's my father." He admitted, Amber finally realised the resemblance, she went quiet for a moment.

"You're the boy from the stories."

"Stories? Goodness, what did he tell you?"

"Ah, that is something you will not want to know."

"God. Please do not tell me that he told you about the time where I ran-"

"-Naked around Shipwreck Cove to prove a point?" She finished his statement, she was correct. The two broke into a laugh, her smile was beautiful, Jack thought.

"I'm going fishing..would you like to..uh, join?" Amber asked awkwardly, she was starting to have not affections but, feelings, stirrings for this man.

"I would love to."

"Besides, it requires swimming, and you kind of smell..so." She chuckled and began to skip off towards her tree house close by to retrieve her handmade spear.

She was back in no time, Jack was already shirtless, in the water. He wasn't looking towards Amber, he was looking into the sunset. His effects were laying in the sand, as well as his shirt. Amber smiled, looking at the man in hip-deep water. She ran, not taking off any clothing, into the water.

Fifteen minutes passed, no sign of any fishes to catch. Amber frowned,

"You're scaring off all the fishies."

"Fishies? Oh please." He laughed, their eyes met for the second time that day. Amber didn't reply, there was no need to. The air between them was closing up, she didn't know what to expect. She had never been this close to a man before, she had read about this kind of situation; If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. But, she almost always dreamed about kissing a man. As wild as it seemed, she dreamed of this moment.

Their lips met, Jacks soft salty lips caressed hers. The kiss deepened, Amber felt more comfortable. His hands brought her closer.

The sand began to sink underneath their feet, Jack took a step back with his bare foot. It hit a shell and with a wince he fell over, into the water with Amber in his hands. They laughed, Amber suddenly felt more comfortable being around this man, and more happier too.


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-Emma Grace