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The ocean is full cause everyones crying,
The full moon is looking for friends at high tide.
The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrows denied.
I only know my mind. I am mine.
They would reach England any day now, thanks to the strong winds that helped them and the ships natural, (or unnatural?) speed. Things had calmed down a bit, or rather, Regina had. She managed to stop stressing over the major changes her life was making and the choices others seemed to be making for her.
Overall, it was Jack she was thankful for.
He made her laugh, and he made her feel safe, without even trying. It was simply how he was, it was his natural way, and it was enough for Regina. Though he could not solve all her problems, she still went to him, knowing this. They weren't his problems to solve, after all, and she was aware of this. But when he made her stronger, he made her better.
"It's these things that do not kill me that help me, yeah?" She asked him one night.
"I think I'm living proof that the things that do kill you can also help." He muttered in reply.
"Hmm…what does that mean exactly?"
"Means…means that since I've gone and died and have returned, I am…what is it you said? Better."
"Well, Mr. Confidence, that is good news for me then."
"Why's that?" He asked.
"Because, live or die, the outcome seems good."
He sighed, "No one's going to die, love, out of you and I, that is."
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"Jack?" Regina whispered, poking the sleeping man beside her. It was 4 in the morning, and the nightmare had returned for the first time in a few nights.
"Jack!" She poked again.
"No." He mumbled, not moving.
"Come on!" She tried again.
"No, nay, never!" He replied rolling over.
"I can't even tell if you're sleep talking or honestly telling me that. So wake up and clarify!"
"Not my driftwood. You can't have it, because I say so."
"No one wants your bloody drift wood!" Regina cried, laughing, "Now, up!" She poked him in the ribs this time.
"It my driftwo-" His sentence was interrupted when he broke into a fit of laughter that Regina couldn't help joining in on. She was repeated poking his stomach now, trying to get him to laugh.
"You little faker, you are awake!" This time she took her long nails and tickled him more.
"No, I'm not, I'm fighting for this driftwood-" But again, he couldn't finish due to laughter. His eyes remained shut, though he did attempt to roll onto his stomach. Since Regina had a hand on each of his sides he pulled her with him, causing her to flop right on him.
"Don't even try, Captain, I'm aware of your scheme!" She dug her nails in a little more, tickling him harder.
"Blast it-" he said through laughter, "Stop it!" He turned again, causing her to fall quite gracelessly off of the bed and onto the ships hard wood floor.
"Ow…you're mean when you sleep!" Regina said, looking up at him, with mock seriousness. He sat up now and faced her, laughing.
"Your fault, I warned you to stop."
"You lie like a dog! You did no such thing!" She argued.
"Aye, I did, and since I'm the Captain, this is in fact, a fact."
"No it is not! Now I'm not coming back up there until the Captain apologizes!"
"Well, I don't see any reason for me to apologize."
"Then perhaps your not the true Captain, hmm? Should I find Gibbs?"
"I don't see why, if Gibbs were the Captain, he'd have any reason to apologize, seeing as it was the true Captain who offended the lass on the floor who is confused as to who is the man in authority."
Her eyes grew wide as she tried to comprehend this, opening her mouth to say something, but closed it, unsure. "Whom."
"What?"
"Whom is in authority."
"No, it's not."
"Aye, it is!" Regina knew she was lying, because even she wasn't aware of whether the true form was who or whom, but when it doubt, that seemed to be the best argument.
Regina pulled herself off the floor and yanked the pillow out from under him, slapping him on the head with it. "Now, say you're sorry." She asked, putting on a sweet smile.
"Ay, no pillow whacking!" Jack demanded, grabbing the pillow – and Regina – pulling them both onto the bed.
"All I want is an apology!" She cried, straddling him, thanks to his pillow grab. The only thing separating them now was in fact, the pillow. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, hanging over him. He smirked, and pulled her closer.
"Actions speak much louder, I find, then words." He whispered, pulling her in and kissing her.
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That was the thing about kissing, it starts out in a small way, or sometimes a big way, and then, if you allow it, it leads you further and onto other things. Regina found herself lost in these kisses, and instead of fighting it, let them lead her wherever they wished.
But things were going places Regina promised she wouldn't let them. A promise to her father, and her sister, a promise she felt she would soon break. For some reason, though Regina didn't understand, Jack was the one to bring this up.
He should have been the one encouraging it.
"It's my promise, not yours…. It is mine to break. If I wish to break it with you, it is not truly on your shoulders." She said, pulling back a bit.
He stared up at her, and blinked. "I can't let you do that." Jack said, in a tone that implied a seriousness with a secret.
Regina regained her composure, as he got off the bed, grabbed some of his things, and went outside. After fixing herself up a bit, Regina followed, officially angry.
"What do you mean, can't let me do that?" She demanded, as she walked towards the bow, where he was sitting on the rail. It would soon be sunup, or so Regina would guess, but the sky was still dark – another sign they were getting close to England – it would be rainy all day.
Jack made no reply.
"This isn't your promise, it's not even your choice! What is it? I'm not good enough for you? I don't understand you at all! One minute, it's like it is all that you can think about, and the next…what? I'm just not…enough!" She sputtered,
"Don't…" He turned to her, "Don't you dare make it seem like I don't…" He made some hand motions and a face, "want you. It's hard enough as it is! Having this talk is not something that should be happening."
"Well if you could have just finished what you started in there-"
"Listen to how you talk about this! Proper Regina Priscilla, begging for some intimacy with ol' Jack."
"Euch, and listen to you! You…you…ugh, you disgust me!" She made a face, "And DON'T call me Priscilla!"
"Then I'm very thankful we did not proceed in there, I wouldn't want to disgust you any further!"
She shook her head, her face red with anger, "What makes you think that you have to protect me? Stop me from making this-"
"Mistake?"
"Why is it a mistake? Why are you a mistake?" She cried a little louder then she meant. "What?" She said, lowering her voice, "Do you think I'm going to regret it? Wake up and feel that I don't love you? Or are you…are you planning something that's going to make me regret it?"
Without waiting for a reply, she went on, "Because…because if that is it…well, what do you think? That I'm just going to fall out of love because someone betrays me? That's not how it works, or at least, how I work. Jack I swear," She said, shaking her head, "I think that you could throw me off this bow right now, and I wouldn't…I wouldn't stop loving you. I might hate you, and I might curse your name, but I'd still love you, and I don't think I would…regret this."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "I'm not going to betray you or anything of that sort anytime soon Regina. But you made a promise to your father – you know? The one who's dead? Just think about that." He said in a tone that suggested the topic was closed and done with. A part of her was angry at him for making this statement – almost as if he were implying that she had forgotten that he was dead!
Shaking her head, she turned to head back to the cabin.
"Oh, and by the way," He called, "that was a lovely speech. And if you were to do the same to me, well, I would feel the same."
She replied by rolling her eyes, and trying to hide the smile that his statement caused, all her angry dissolving.
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And she had thought about it, all of it, what he had said, and she had come up with her answers and actually understood her own thoughts for the first time in quite a while. It wasn't until two nights later that she got to show him.
According to Jack, they'd be making port within the next day, and upon doing so, Regina would come face to face with Elizabeth yet again. The thought made her sick, but she cleared her head of it as she walked into Jacks cabin and found him leaning over a map.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered in his ear, "I have thought it over, and I've realized what you couldn't – this is my life, not theirs, we've always known it, yet never acted on it. Silly of us, no?"
He turned around and smirked at her, playing with her hair with his finger. "We are silly, creatures of habit, we are."
"But I must continue," she said, putting a finger to his lips, "All my life, I've broken ever promise I've ever made to my father. 'Don't stay up late.' 'Don't be angry' and," she paused, whispering in his ear, " specifically, 'don't love that pirate'. If I were to start listening now, I'd have to start listening to all of those promises. And you know, Jack, I can't bring myself to do that. So help me, will you?"
Regina kissed him lightly on the lips, and then pulled back. "No one has to even know…"
She surprised not only Jack, by the look on his face, but herself with these words. But it was funny, because even though they were out of place, she meant them utterly and completely.
He tilted his head to the side and looked as if he were thinking. Jack pulled himself free of her and walked to the door. It was then that Regina realized she failed, and made a complete fool of herself in front of him – or so she thought.
Jack was simply locking the door.
He turned back to her, took off his hat and silently made his way towards her. Wrapping his arms around his waist, he spoke, "A speech like that cannot be ignored and the request…how could I deny it?" His voice was husky as he spoke.
Regina allowed him to pull her in for a kiss.
You know, the kind that leads to other things that leads to other things, to places she had never been before, and was finally going to go to, with the man she loved.
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Regina and Jack lay together throughout the morning, neither one speaking. Mainly because they had been sleeping, but even when Regina awoke, she was still silent, smiling as she watched him sleep. She kissed him lightly on the check and took a deep breath of him and his many scents. Rum…the sea…some tobacco even…and something else she couldn't place her finger on.
It was then she looked at him and saw that he was indeed watching her and smiling all the same.
"No regrets?" He asked, kissing her on the lips.
"None whatsoever." She replied with a smile that came easy.
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Were they there? Were they really there? Was this really it? It would appear so, at first at least, but the view of the small port was quickly obscured thanks to Jacks fog maker, for safety.
Jack had given the order the drop anchor about an hour ago, and told Regina to go get ready to head ashore. Instead of preparing herself, she stood in the Captains cabin, staring out the window, panicking. "Oh God, oh God, or giddy God!" She kept mumbling,chewing on her nails and staring out at where the town would be.
"Oh God…" Suddenly she felt a pair of strong arms wrap there way around her waist. She jumped a mile and turned to shove of the owner of said arms. "Woah, there…"
"Jack! Ah, don't you do that! I…uh…I can't breath!" She cried, fainting.
Except that he knew not to buy that, the oldest trick in the Swann book. He shook the limp form in his arms. "Regina, I see that you've gone into defense mode, but love, we have to do this."
"Noo…" she groaned into his chest.
He pulled her up so she was looking into his eyes, "Come on now, Reggie, you're more then ready."
She shrugged, "Nope, sorry Captain, I do not agree, apologies though." Pulling herself away, she turned back to the window, then turned back to him, "Okay, okay, you're right, I know…but what. I mean…I haven't stressed out nearly enough for this! And you…you weren't any help – making me feel better and happy – that does not help my cause!"
He chuckled and kissed her on the neck, "Dear, dear Regina, if not for me then you'd be dead. You'd have worried yourself into a little hole and disappeared."
Laughing, she replied, "Which is what is the right thing to do in times like these. See look! You're doing it again! Stop!"
She walked away and grabbed her sword, looking at it, wondering how she'd have to use it. Not wondering as to if she would have to use it.
"You've got me, Regina, therefore, you're unstoppable."
"Well, you certainly do have a way of making me feel better. Really, Jack Sparrow you're a charmer." She put on all of her affects and walked towards him, taking his hat off his head. "Do I look ready?"
It was then that his face got serious. "Uh, Reggie, love…there is something wrong with your outfit. And that is…that it is not a dress."
"What?" She asked, confused.
"A gown, that is."
"What does it matter? I didn't come here to go to a ball."
"Well, not…in those words, but yes you have, all the same."
"Jack, what is all this then?"
"Hold on a bit, will you Regina?" He asked, leaving the room. He returned minutes later with a box and handed it to her. She opened it up to find a navy blue dress with golden lace and stitches throughout.
"It's…It's…" She was suddenly brought back to her days at home in Port Royal where a new dress was all she ever had to live for. "It's like home. It's gorgeous, and elaborate…but what's this for?"
"Uh, well…you didn't expect to walk in there without…well, looking like…" He gestured towards her outfit, "Not that I mind it at all, you know what I prefer anyways, and if I had my say-"
"Jack, cut it out for a bit and explain. I am not here as a commoner or anything, I'm here as a pirate on business. That is my stand and I intend on making it."
"If you want to live to make that stand, this will have to do."
"But…well, I don't even know if this will fit me!"
"I do."
"No. Jack, you don't. You don't understand what goes into making a dress, especially one like this. I mean, for it to fit it's got to be measured, and unless you did that in my sleep and hired a Tailor to make me this, then I'm sorry."
"You're in luck."
She shook her head. "No, no I'm not."
"Aye, but you are."
"How!"
"There was that night, back when you were just another member of the crew, in Bimini?"
"Bits…."
"You and Chargoyle went to get fitted for a dress, so that in case we'd need it, you'd have one. You two went and did your thing and left it to be made and all of that. But we ended up leaving Port early so you couldn't get a dress…Well I didn't want to pay for the dress, and us leaving was a good reason not to. So before we left I ended up stealing it. Of course, it wasn't like I had time to give you it-"
"That's two, right there. Two things that seemed to just have popped up out of nowhere. Like that pencil, you said you had for a while. But I never saw it, and now this dress. What, were you just that secretive before, or do you trust me so much now that secrets like pencils and dresses don't matter?" She shook her head, "No, wait, I don't know how you do it, or why you do it, and I'm fine not knowing. Just…let me be so I may change."
He winked at her, "Holler when you need some help."
"If!" She called.
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Regina was stubborn; therefore she refused to admit it when she did in fact need help with the dress. Tried of waiting, Jack burst into his cabin and without hesitation, helped her.
She didn't stop him.
"Do you know what you're going to do?"
"No."
"Are you ready?"
"No."
"You think you can handle this?"
"No."
"Alright, sounds like we're all set! Let's get a move on!" Jack said, taking her hand and leading her out on deck and towards a boat that would be awaiting them.
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"What is our plan, Jack? If I can't walk around dressed like a pirate, certainly neither can you. And I don't think the dagger I've hidden-" She blushed when Marty, who had been rowing, looked over at her, "Well, you know," she looked at Marty again, "…ooorr…don't know." She said quickly and then sighed.
"The point is, I don't feel like I'm ready for this, equipped and all of that. And you, with your plan that I know is brewing in your head, are not helping by not telling me!"
But Regina was wrong, because Jack didn't have a plan. In fact, most times he didn't. In a way, not having a plan was always his plan – the best plan.
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WOAH! So why is Jack like this in some parts? YOU'LL SEE SOON! It's going to be drama, and lots of it. And most of it actually has NOTHING to do with the deceased late Swann. EEEE….yeah, what happens is very…uhm…well y ou sort of DO/DID see it coming. IT'S A STORY ABOUT PIRATES, SO DUH! Anyroad, read on! And reviews!
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"I hope we didn't break yet, But I'm glad we broke the rules."
--Damien Rice
