For ten years I've been cursed. Not a single apple. Couldn't taste that amazing flavour. No sweet-sour contrast dripping down my chin. Oh it's a true hell.
Jane went back to the bar to get her and Hector another drink for tonight. She went back up to the scottish bartender, when a hand on her shoulder made her jump.
"Hello Jane."
That familiar voice made a shiver go down her spine. She turned to see who it was. It was a man no older than in his twenties, covered in dirt and muck. His eyes were a startling blue she was all too familiar with. She looked at him carefully. And then with shock and realization.
"Scott?!"
He smiled a weak smile. "Still remember me? Well, it's been months." She looked at him with worry. "Of course, but.. what's happened to you?" He sighed and shook his head. "I knew it would happen but not so soon." she looked at him with confusion. "Scott, what the hell are you talking about?" He smirked. "Well, don't you remember? I sprung you out of your 'prison' so to speak. I payed for it too. And now here I am." he ripped a crock of a bottle of rum and chucked down the contents. "Oh, Scott you don't mean..." she suddenly felt sorry for him. "I bloody do mean. The next day they found you were missing. They downright tortured every servant until they got the words out. I couldn't stand there and watch people getting hurt for something I did. So I told them. The whole thing." Jane widened her eyes. "Scott, I'm so sorry.." "They about almost strung me up. But I ran away." he cut her off. "I knew I couldn't come back. So I came here looking for you. The only person I could." he sighed. "It was worth it." he said. Jane furrowed her brow. "What?" "It was your dream. I wanted you to be happy." he said. "But you still.." she was cut off once again. "Do I have to spell it out for you? All the hell I've been through but I'm still thinking about you. Jane, I love you. I always will." he smiled. She stood and stared at him in shock. "Scott..I.." she didn't have words. He shook his head. "Here is one time no words are good." he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Jane pushed him away. "Scott..I...we...I mean, we can't..all the trouble I've gotten you into." she stuttered. "Oh, but it's the trouble that makes you so irresistible." he kissed her again but harder. Again, she pushed him away. "I.. really have to.. get some.. you know.. rum." she felt slightly embarrassed. "Don't worry." he smiled. "I'll get you some." "No, really, I'm fine.. I'll pay." she pulled out her coins. "Stop pushing me away Jane." Scott said slightly annoyed. A second later he was back with two bottles of rum. "Where would you like to go?" he asked her. "I doubt you like this madhouse much. Somewhere more..private." he smirked. She widened her eyes, realizing his meaning. "Scott, that's a very forward thing to say." He rolled his eyes "You've known how long I've wanted to be with you. Why not now? No bloody rules." he traced the side of her face. Before she knew what she was saying, the words came to her lips. "yes." she whispered. "Your right." He smiled. "come my love." he grabbed her hand and they were off.
Barbossa was scanning his charts, fingering the path they would take. But his mind had kept wandering. Jane was taking longer than usual. She said she was just off to get a drink for them and come back. Maybe she got drunk before she came back? Maybe she got caught up in the fight? The possibilities were endless. He shook his head. Then he leaned back in his chair. The ship rocked, and it lulled him to sleep. Barbossa's monkey, Jack, was chewing a peanut and continued to stare curiously at his sleeping master.
Sweet Dreams