Okay. Actually writing this. I don't have much inspiration, but I guess I'll try. If people don't review on this, I'll just delete it and keep the funny ending.
"NONONONONO!" Alexandra shouted, running after Jack. "You're supposed to take me! That's how these stories work!" She protested, though in a whisper.
"Love, I can't take you. Know why? You're a little princess that has lived life as a queen with your sweet little governor father and silk bedcovers." He said, glaring at her. She returned the look, drawing her eyebrows together.
"PAPA!" She whined, raising her voice. "OH PAPA, THERE'S A-" Her voice was cut off as Jack covered her mouth with his hand, stopping her from waking her father.
"You're not doing this." Jack said, disbelievingly. She simply nodded and took in air for another shout. "Wait, wait, wait." Jack said with a sigh. Alexandra looked at him with an inquisitive eye. "What makes you think I won't take out my cutlass and cut your throat?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and reaching for the hilt of his sword.
"You wouldn't. My father would wake up to my screaming. He would alert the Navy, everyone. You'd never escape." She said matter-of-factly.
"You forget that when your throat is slit, you can no longer speak." He said maliciously.
"PAPA!!!!! OH PAPA! HELP!" Alexandra screeched, pounding on the floor with her foot. Jack heard heavy footsteps approaching a door at the end of the hallway.
"Fine, fine, I'll take you!" Jack whispered, diving behind the curtains to large French doors. The Governor came from his room, rubbing his sleepy eye and walking hurriedly to his daughter.
"What's the matter, Alexandra?" He asked urgently.
"Oh, I had a bad dream!" She whined, hugging him. For a few more minutes he consoled her, before returning to his room to fall back into a peaceful sleep. Jack slowly crept out of the drapes, walking over to Alexandra. "Now bring be to the ship." She demanded. Jack sighed and grabbed her wrist, bringing her back into her room. He slowly descended out of the window, landing on his feet with a small 'thud'.
"Come on. Jump." He said, extending his arms. Alexandra's heart leapt and without thinking, her body did the same, landing in his grasp. Soon however her heart was brought back to the ground with a jolt, as he pushed her away as if she were a virus. "Come." He said curtly, running down the dirt road to the harbor. Alexandra stumbled after him, tripping over many rocks and her own feet along the way. By the time the ship was in sight, Alexandra was sitting in a small rowboat, her feet red and painful, the heels on her shoes broken. Jack silently rowed, glaring at her the whole way. She relished in the sight of him rowing, and tried to look away at intervals, she soon began to think he realized she was staring at his chest and arms. The rowboat hit the side of the ebony ship and Jack wordlessly climbed up onto the deck. Alexandra had to help herself, as Jack was long gone. She struggled on keeping her feet on the planks and hoisting herself up by her arms. She finally pulled herself onto the deck, her legs still hanging off toward the ocean. She grunted a few times, then noticed that every man aboard the ship was staring at her, and her exposed cleavage. A heavy man with large sideburns started to gag into his fist and ran out of Alexandra's sight, but the rest paid no mind to him. Slowly Alexandra pulled herself completely onto the deck, standing up on her shaking legs. She tried to give a weak smile, but found it difficult under the many judging eyes. Jack appeared at the helm, and all of the crew went back to work reluctantly. Alexandra hurried to Jack, as fast as she could on her wobbly legs, clutching onto his shirt sleeve for help. He quickly pulled away, cringing at her. He took a step closer to the wheel of his beloved ship. She stood there, mouth open, looking after him.
A/N: YEAH HE DOESN'T LIKE HER!!! Don't worry, it'll change. Please, if you read, review. It helps me loads. :) Longer chapters coming soon!