AN: And I'm back again, I'm getting good at this. I'd like to thank everyone once again for being extremely nice & reviewing my last chapter.

AnabelleJones: Thank you very much for your compliment, I hope you like this chapter just as much :).

So the last chapter was really just a bit of a filler to let you all know what Jack & Evie's lives are like now, as 4 years had gone past; it was really to set the scene so I could write this next chapter, which I'm hoping you like as it's a about to get a bit interesting.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC's *sniff sniff*.


Chapter 8

Jack continued to look at the space for several moments before deciding to aim his anger at a nearby wall. He ran and kicked it as hard as he could, however this did not make him feel the slightest bit better, just angrier and now in agony as a jolt of pain shot from his toes all the way to the top of his right leg. He then proceeded to hop around on the spot and howl as the throbbing continued.

"Well I'm not gonna say ye don' deserve that, Jackie." Jack was too busy writhing in pain, that he had not noticed or heard his father enter the room.

"Ta for the sympathy."

"What makes ye think ye deserve it?" Jack snorted.

"She went tell-tailin' to ye I s'pose?"

"Actually I was standin' outside the room an' heard everythin'"

"There's a word for tha', ye know."

"An' there's plenty to describe ye as well. An' don' talk back to me boy!" Jack was about to retaliate but his father beat him too it. "I mean it Jackie, ye're to shut ye trap an' I'm to talk." Jack rolled his eyes in defeat, knowing he was about have a lecture. "Do ye ever think before ye jump into the fire, Jackie? That girl has been through enough heartache in her fifteen years of life than grown people have in their whole lifetimes an' ye are not makin' it any better for her."

"Oh come off it da," Jack cut in, before his father had a chance to continue "everyone 'round 'ere treats her like she's a piece of china an' treads 'round her carefully, just in case somethin'..."

"Sets her off? Is tha' wha' ye were gonna say? 'Cause it's pretty hard for her to move on sometimes when ye're houndin' 'er an' makin' 'er remember every second of the day! An' didn' I tell ye not to interrupt me?"

"Well maybe she shouldn' 'av taken me place as your child 'en." Jack muttered, however Teague heard it very clearly.

"Grow up Jackie, ye act like a wee five year old."

"Well it's true though, ye don' care about me!"

"Ye're bein' ridiculous, ye know me an' yer ma loves ye."

"No I don't, when was the las' time ye spent time with me? Or even asked how me day was?" Jack yelled. "Ye're always bothered 'bout 'er now, ye don' care about yer actual child anymore!"

"Honestly, ye'd never think ye were eighteen an' a pirate's son the way ye carry on..."

"Aye, well I may as well not be a pirate's son!" With that, he stormed out of the room. Who did his father think he was? He was the one in the wrong. After that pointless argument, his father still had not proved him wrong as he still took Evangeline's side over his own. He didn't care if he was being childish, why did he have to go through life being overshadowed by someone who was not even in the family?


While making his way to go outside, wanting to be as far away from his father as physically possible at the present time, he passed Lucinda's living quarters and immediately heard raised voices. Curiosity getting the better him, he backtracked to the slightly open door and peeked inside, just making out the silhouettes of Evie and her mother; Lucinda was sitting on a chair, shouting the odds, while Evie was stood above her, hands on her shoulders and trying to calm her down.

"Come on mum, please, not today. Try to cal..."

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" her mother yelled. "I don't want you in here, why do you insist on coming here when you know I don't want you here?"

"I know ye don' mean tha' mum, yer not in yer righ' mind."

"I suppose that's a polite way of telling me I'm insane, is it? What the hell do you know? And so what if I am? Is it any wonder when I've had to put up with you, taking the one person that was ever important to me away?"

"Please mum, not this again, I was never responsible for da's death!"

"Not directly, but if you were never born, then I wouldn't have had to leave him to live on land, and things would have turned out a lot differently!"

"That's ridiculous mum, there's no way ye could have known anythin' would have gone diff'rently if I hadn' have been around. Anythin' could have happened with his line of work, and if it had, then ye could have possibly been in the same position as he is now, dead!"

"Maybe that would have been for the best; I would rather be lost at the bottom of the ocean, rotting with the fishes than having to put up with you!" Jack could tell that that had hit a nerve; he knew that no matter how many times Evie had to go through this, it would still hurt her to hear her own mother saying these awful things to her and in his opinion, the more pain that was inflicted upon her, the better. It was with this thought that he continued to make his way outside, smirking as he went as a plan started to form in his mind, one that would annoy her to no end.


The next day, Evie was situated in a secluded spot near the dock, practicing her sword-fighting skills on her own; she found that this was a sure way to clear her mind of all other thoughts and worries and in a way, relax her. She always felt her best when she was sword-fighting, knowing that her father would more than likely be proud that she was following in his footsteps. She knew that it was something that he took pride in teaching her when she was younger and it still pained her that he was not around to carry on with doing so; she was grateful to Teague for taking over but it was not the same. She had done her fair share of crying over it however and knew that nothing could change the past. And so she carried on with life, but always keeping her father in mind, knowing that his spirit would always be with her and that's why she wanted to perfect the pirate life as much as possible.

Unknown to her, Jack was watching her from afar, waiting for the time to come when she would get her comeuppance and he knew he wouldn't have to wait long. He was situated behind a nearby tree, one that Evie would usually lie against when taking a breather after her excessive training (yes he had seen her do this once or twice, not that he was paying particular attention to her). It was by this particular tree where his plan for revenge would take place. Up in the highest branches, he had placed a wooden bucket that was full of fish guts mixed with water. Yes, her mother's comment about sleeping with the fishes had given him that little inspiration that he needed to set the plan into action. He had set it before Evie had even arrived at her usual spot as he knew that she would turn up at some point during the day, it was part of her routine. He was going to wait until she was lying underneath it, totally relaxed, before dousing her in the disgusting mixture. He could not have got more childish if he had actually tried, but he did not care, in his opinion, she had to be brought down a peg or two.

After at least another half hour or so, Evie had decided that she needed a time out, to catch her breath before practicing once again. She marched over to the tree where she usually rested against, the vast amount of leaves providing shade for her to cool down. Upon reaching the tree, she heard someone behind her hollering her name. She turned to see a young lad, who she knew by sight and name running toward her. He was that bit older than her, tall and gangly with cropped brown hair, tresses of which drooped messily into his piercing blue eyes. He was tanned from the Caribbean sun and fairly good-looking. He was also a pirate in training, readying himself to start adventuring out on the seven seas. She was wondering why he was calling to her at all, as they had never had a proper conversation to date (unless you counted awkward small-talk), but she was not going to complain.

"Gus...ahoy there." She answered in a confused tone, but she smiled none the less.

"Ahoy Evangeline, how be ye this fine afternoon?" the boy asked breathlessly, swiping locks of his floppy hair out of his face.

"I be alright ta how 'bout ye? Ye look a bit out of breath, did ye run all the way from the dock?" she asked as she sat on the ground beneath the tree, knowing that he had done but surprised he had done so all the same. He had not shown interest in the past, but she had to admit she had caught him staring at her once or twice.

"Aye, tha' I did," a light tinge of red had spread on his cheeks. "Guess I wanted to talk to ye."

"Oh...ok." There was an awkward silence. "Anythin' in particular ye wanted to talk 'bout?"

"...nay, not really," he laughed uncomfortable, taking time to swipe the hair out if his eyes again and look straight into her eyes. "Guess I jus' wanted any excuse to talk to ye is all." It was now Evie's turn to blush, which was a rare occurrence in itself.

This was too delicious, Jack thought to himself. He planned to humiliate her yes, but he never guaranteed that anyone would be close enough to see it, now it was going to be brandished in front of someone who had obviously taken a liking to her. He could not have planned it better himself. He watched as they discussed sword-fighting tactics and how she smiled by talking about something that was an obvious comfort to her; she even laughed sincerely when Gus cracked a joke or two, which for some reason – he did not know why – pained his heart slightly. He did not pay it any heed as he was about to get the laugh of his life. He waited a few minutes more, sure that she was fully absorbed in conversing with that half-witted ninny, before he yanked on the rope that was attached to the bucket.

SPLAT!

Fish guts spurted all over Evangeline's body, covering every inch of her body from her now greasy hair, all the way to her feet. The mixture soaked straight through her thin shirt, undershirt, trousers and boots and the stench that wafted off her was unbearable. She got to her feet and flicked some of the guts out of her eyes. Gus had taken a few steps back, with a look of disgust on his face, but still managed to make out a chuckle at Evie's expense. Fuming at the way one moment, he was all over her and seemed like he took an actual interest in her, and the next he was laughing at her humiliation, she threw a piece of fish gut in his direction, which succeeded in landing his eye. It was at this moment that she saw movement out of the corner of her own eye, someone who was coincidently shaped like one annoying Jack Sparrow and seemed to be doubled over, laughing hysterically.

"JACK SPARROW, YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER WRETCH!"

At the sound of her loud screeches, Jack took off in the direction of the living quarters. Evangeline was hot on his heels, leaving Gus behind to shout insults at her retreating figure – she ignored them of course and chose to ignore him in general from now on, he was obviously a typical boy.

She chased Jack all the way back to the abandoned room, which seemed to be the key place of their fighting these days; in the process of running back, Evie had taken off her top shirt, which felt like it weighed a ton from the recent drenching. When reaching the room, she tried to rid her hair of as much fish guts as possible with her ringing shirt, however failing epically. Jack was still laughing manically in the background and in her rage, Evie flung her shirt at him, which hit him directly in the face, and quickly took out her sword.

"Is this what we're going to do, every time we have a, shall we say, misunderstandin'?" Jack asked, still amused by his little prank.

"Misunderstandin'? Ye call tha' a misunderstandin'?" she shouted. "I call it one of yer more immature moves to get back at me. Wha', jus' 'cause I made fun of ye in front of ye little girlfriend? An' aye we are, as tha's wha' pirates do when they have a disagreement ye dim-witted worm; I'm gonna enjoy beatin' yer arse to the ground!" Jack's smirk slipped from his face, taking out his sword and once again the fighting began. They began twirling and parrying, swords clashing together, matching each other move for move. CLASH, CLASH, BANG! CLASH, CLASH, BANG! They kept getting faster, their moves getting more aggressive, until Evie yet again got the upper hand, hitting Jack's sword out of his hand. She then threw her own sword to the floor and started to push him forcefully.

"HOW DARE YE!" she bellowed. "HOW DARE YE HUMILIATE ME LIKE THA'." Jack's back hit the wall, but Evie continued to hit his chest. "I MEAN HAS IT EVER OCCURRED TO YE THA' YE GO TOO FAR SOMETIMES?" Evie's chest heaved heavily, more of her exposed due to only now wearing a thin black undershirt on the top half of her body. "YE DON' ACT LIKE AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD AT ALL, IT'S LIKE YE GOT THIS AGENDA TO PISS ME THE HELL OFF AN' YE'LL GO ANY EXTENT TO DO SO! YE..." However she got cut off mid-rant by the most unexpected of occurrences; she felt a jolt in her arm as Jack grabbed hold of it and pulled her tight against his chest. Suddenly, his lips collided against her own.


AN: Dun, dun, dunnnn! What did y'all think about that then? Anyone see it coming? I just love leaving it at a cliff-hanger! I know it's not exactly the most romantic of first kisses, considering the circumstances, but coz of the way I've portrayed Jack as a young lad, I didn't really think of him as having a romantic first kiss.

So, hoping that you all enjoyed that, would really appreciate it if you could just leave a tiny review, would make my life. There's a cookie in it for you if you do so. Will now try think up a plan for the next chapter, so I can get started & update ASAP. Until the next time, much love! :)