Title: It's A Small World After All…
Author: Drey'auc475
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 2: DEAD MAN'S CHEST
Rating: T
Spoilers: COTBP and DMC
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Setting: After Dead Man's Chest
Summary: Jack is in the service of Davy Jones, and once again surrounded by the Undead. He has to get Jones' Heart back, or loose everything he has… and has found once again.
A/N: I LOVE JOHNNY DEPP and I love Pirates, but I shall never own them (BOO HOO!)
-----"Where am I?"-----
Olivia was playing an old, sad tune on her piano. It was an old song which she had learnt when she was a child growing up with her sister in England. It was about an old pirate captain who fell in love with a beautiful Incan woman who was betrothed to the chief of the village.
She looked over at Jack, asleep under the covers of her bed and sighed. She returned her full attention back to the piano. The song was reaching its crescendo and Olivia let herself get lost in it. She could see in her minds eye, the pirate captain facing the chief in a deadly battle over the woman. She could feel the chief's fury. Finally, the climax came, and Olivia imagined the victorious pirate sailing away into the sunset on his ship with his Incan prize.
When the tune finally finished, Olivia let her fingers sit still and gently closed the cover on the piano. She stood up, pulled the strip of cloth from her hair and went and sat on the bed next to Jack again. She reached for his hand and twisted one of his rings around his finger. She held his hand gently and let his palm rest on hers. She caressed the top of his hand with her other hand. Her skin was pale in comparison to his dark, Caribbean tan. She had never known of his origins, about his family. When she left with him it hadn't really been something that was at the front of her mind. She guessed that there would be more time for her to ask those questions now.
She sighed again and leant in closer to him. She studied his face, his lips, his nose, all the things she had missed about him. She caressed his forehead lightly, eliciting a slight frown from him. She paused and smiled. This meant he was waking up.
"Jack," she whispered, touching his cheek. "Jack, it's time to wake up." His brows furrowed and his eyes flickered. His mouth formed a tight line and he rolled away from her, groaning. He tried to bury himself further under the covers. She giggled, remembering how he used to do that whenever she tried to wake him up early enough to see the sunrise.
"Jack!" she whined and shuffled closer to him, trying to tickle him under the blankets. He rolled back over and swatted her hands away. "C'mon Jack, wake up!"
He frowned again at hearing her voice. A full five second later, his eyes flew open, filled with confusion. Olivia smiled warmly at him, and he drew back a little, trying to get a better look at her.
"Livvie?" he croaked out. "Livvie? Is 'at really you?" He lifted his hand to touch her face and she brought her own up to grasp it.
"Yes, Jack," she whispered. "It's really me."
If it was possible, he looked sad, happy and confused all at once. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, his hand still on her face. His rough fingers stroked her cheek.
"Livvie," he sighed. Olivia swallowed down a sob as she scooted closer to him until their faces only inches apart. He brought his other hand up to frame her face. His dark brown eyes stared into her teary grey ones. And finally not being able to hold off any longer, he darted forwards and kissed her. She gasped into his mouth, marveling at the taste of it. A taste she hadn't experienced in so long. She deepened the kiss, wanting more. Jack moved his hands around her neck, and pushed them up into her hair as she slipped her arms around his neck. Their hands began to wander after that.
She had begun pushing him backwards onto the bed when there was a knock on the door. She gasped, pulled herself away and glanced up at the glass panel in the door. Silhouetted there was Bootstrap.
"Bugger," she whispered and looked back down at Jack. He looked quite disappointed and was watching her expectantly. She ducked her head down to his and planted a soft kiss on his lips. She giggled lightly when he tried to deepen it. She touched the side of his face before standing up to go to the door. She checked her appearance quickly, doing the few buttons up that Jack had managed to get undone, before opening the door.
Bootstrap stood there, with Jack's boots, jacket and hat which he had gone to clean. He raised an eyebrow upon seeing her messy hair and loose collar. She swallowed in embarrassment as he stepped into the room. Bootstrap looked over at the bed and saw Jack pulling himself back up into a sitting position and smiled.
"Good to see you up, Jack," he said, setting Jack's things on the chest at the end of the bed.
"Heya, Bootstrap," Jack said cautiously, eyeing Bootstrap and the open door. Olivia closed it and pulled a curtain across the glass.
Jack watched her as she sat on the bed again. His eyes flicked to Bootstrap, then back to her, then back to Bootstrap. "Jack?" she said.
He opened his mouth, preparing to say something, stopped, darted his eyes from Bootstrap to Olivia again, then leant toward Olivia and said; "Where am I?"
Olivia smiled at Jack, remembering his eccentric ways. "You're on the Flying Dutchman," she said simply.
"Right…" He looked between the two of them again. "How'd I get 'ere?"
Olivia looked hesitant before saying; "The Kraken ate you. And the Pearl."
She watched him intently, waiting for his reaction. He raised his eyebrows, looking quite surprised. "Oh," he said. And that was it. No screaming, no shouting, like she had seen many times before. Just simple acceptance.
It was one thing that always fascinated Olivia about Jack: his acceptance of his situation, his life and moving on. He was always thinking ahead, taking everything in around him before planning his next move. It's what made him a fantastic pirate. It also helped that he was an incredibly smart man.
"So," he ventured, "You've been here for thirteen years?"
"Yes," Olivia answered. "Thirteen long years."
"My ship?" he asked tentatively.
Olivia glanced at Bootstrap. "The Pearl will be rebuilt from the pieces, and put into commission as a part of the Captain's new fleet."
"You mean Dav–"
Olivia dashed forwards and put her hand over Jack's mouth. "Please," she whispered, glancing up at the ceiling then at the door, "don't say his name on this ship." Bootstrap walked over to the door, and pulled the curtain aside a little.
"Why?" Jack asked when Olivia had removed her hand.
"No one dares. He hears it; he hears a lot of things on this ship…"
"Everything?"
"Not everything, but enough."
"Oh."
"He wants to see you," Olivia said quietly. "He wants his heart back."
Jack grimaced.
"Jack, all you have to do is give it back. He'll probably spare you."
"And what if," he said, twisting his hands together, "what will he do to me if I… say, don't 'ave it?"
Olivia gaped at him for a second. She opened and closed her mouth a few times. "What?"
"I did 'ave it. But… it got stolen… from my jar of dirt," Jack said, somewhat lamely.
Olivia dropped her head into her hands while Bootstrap shook his head. "What?" Jack said.
Olivia sighed and looked up at Jack. She said, steadily; "If you don't have it and someone has stolen it, then the Captain won't be very happy at all, Jack. It means that he is now at the mercy of whoever holds that heart. The oceans will be under their control."
Jack had the decency to look a little ashamed of himself.
"I'm afraid to say, Jack, that the Captain will not be happy at all, if he doesn't kill you straight off. You'll be lucky to be able to breath."
At that moment there were several thumps on the floor about them. Their heads snapped up. Jack turned to Olivia.
"It's time to go see him."
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Oh, the suspense! Please review and tell me what you think. Up next, the crew on the Bellona.
