A/N: Sorry for the super short chapter, I promise the next one will be longer. I haven't had any feedback for the past few chapters, is anyone reading this story? Haha. Even if you have bad feedback I'd love to hear something back from you. Hope you enjoy the chapter!
Elizabeth found herself clinging onto Jack's arm as they walked down the steps onto the deck. The crew were all gathered around in a circle, and Jack had to push through to confirm to himself who had just boarded his ship.
"Ah. Jack Sparrow! Long time no see, eh darling?" the newcomer exclaimed. Elizabeth moved her head around from behind Jack and her eyes met Jack's. But wait.
They aren't Jack's.
The eyes in fact belonged to a woman standing before them. She wore a tattered burgundy waistcoat atop of a white shirt, which hung over her fitted black breeches. Her wavy brunette hair, shockingly silky for a pirate, fell in cascades over the front of her shoulder and down to her ribs, framing her tan face. Elizabeth gasped. This beautiful woman was a spitting double of Jack, only female.
Jack cleared his throat. "Do I happen to know ye love?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
The woman laughed and stepped forward. "You tell me, Jackie."
Elizabeth, feeling decidedly uncomfortable about the situation, took the opportunity to quickly put herself in front of Jack, blocking the approaching woman's path. She stopped abruptly.
"And who might you be dearie?" she asked sweetly. Elizabeth cringed. This woman even had the same way of speaking of Jack. She couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right.
"Elizabeth..." she came to a quick conclusion in her head, wishing for the woman's wandering eyes to be warded off.
"Sparrow" she finished. She quickly turned her head around to Jack who adopted a confused expression for a moment, but after seeing Elizabeth's glance decided to go along with what ever it was she was doing.
The woman smiled and took off her black hat, it's single red feather fluttering in the wind. "Well Elizabeth Sparrow, it's a pleasure to meet you. Am I right in believing that I am in the presence of the pirate king?" she asked, holding out a hand.
Elizabeth hesitated, but gingerly shook the woman's hand.
"Yes. And who may you be?" she asked. She couldn't help but feel on edge around this new woman.
"Amelia Finch." she replied, still smiling. Elizabeth forced one of her own, trying not to seem as hostile as she was feeling. Since when did she become so possessive?
Behind her Jack was smirking at Elizabeth's obvious jealousy.
"Nice to meet you Amelia." Elizabeth replied tightly.
"Forgive my bluntness love, but may I inquire as to why ye happen to be on my ship right now?" Jack asked, relieving Elizabeth from the uncomfortable situation.
"It's a long story, really. Is there anywhere we could talk in private?" she asked, causing Jack to earn a glare from Elizabeth.
Jack cleared his throat again, feeling slightly suffocated. "Yes, of course. Though I must insist that my bonny lass here, be allowed to accompany us." he offered, thanking Calypso that he'd said the right thing as Elizabeth's glare faded.
Closing the door to the cabin after them, Jack couldn't help but feel that the room was a tad claustrophobic. Maybe it was the atmosphere.
Could cut the tension in here with a knife. He thought to himself, starting to feel a little uneasy when no one spoke. Wishing to end his discomfort, Jack decided to go first, clearing his throat for the third time since Amelia had arrived on board. He could swear he'd seen her before somewhere, he just couldn't place where.
"It's not my aim to be rude love, but are ye planning on telling us what you came here for?" he asked, sitting down in his chair and crossing his legs atop the desk, feigning nonchalance.
"It is a long story, you see." the woman replied, suddenly more quiet than before.
Jack pulled a chair out with his foot for her to sit on, and gestured for Elizabeth to take the one by his side. "We've got the time." he said cautiously and waited for her to speak.
The woman looked down momentarily, as if thinking, then sat up and began to tell them what they needed to know.
"My mother. She died recently, and you don't know me but after you went away sailing with your father, my mother and yours became quite close friends. After my mother died, yours was like a second parent to me." she said sadly, not looking at the shocked expression beginning to form on his face, then dread.
"But why are you here now?" Jack asked abruptly, feeling something uneasy in the pit of his stomach. It was almost as if he knew what she was going to say before she actually said it.
"Your mother, Jack. She passed away a week ago."