Chapter 12: Daughters always marry their fathers
"Jack! Jack, where are you? I have to tell you something!" Amy rushed inside the Turner's house in her soaking wet dress, followed by Sarah and Elizabeth, and searched around the room for her soon to be husband.
"Well there ye are. How was yer day?" The familiar voice came from behind her. She quickly spun around and saw Jack standing at the base of the stairs leaning against the banister.
"Jack!" She ran towards him and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into sudden hug.
"Well it's nice to see you too luv. Why are ye all wet? And was there a stain on the front of your dress?" Amy gave him one last squeeze before releasing her arms around his neck and sliding them down to his shoulders.
"Jack you would never guess what happened today!" She was practically jumping up and down like a small child waiting to tell their parent something. Jack smiled at her enthusiasm and decided to play along.
"Ye found a dress."
"Well, I did…but I did something even better! I punched Anamaira!"
"Well that's nice- WHAT?" That wasn't something he was expecting.
"Yes! Sarah, Elizabeth and I were at this café waiting for our food to come, since we had been gone most of the morning and we were starting to get hungry from dress shopping and all. Which wasn't very fun. I tried on like ten dresses and they were all very uncomfortable. They all had really big skirts-
"Get on with it!"
"But anyway- I was sipping my tea when someone rushed pasted me and hit my shoulder causing me to spill my tea all over my dress. I turned around to see who the jerk was and it was Anamaria! Of course I still hate her after what she did to us and wanted revenge, so I ran after her. I was chasing her through the street yelling at her to come back and that she was a whore, you know the usual, and I chased her all the way down to the docks. She continued running thinking that I was still chasing her, but I took a shortcut so she didn't see me sneak up on her. Once she thought I wasn't chasing her anymore, I tackled her and we both fell into the water! Somehow she got me off of her and so we sat there in the water yelling at each other. But then she said something that really got on my nerves, because of the little bitch she is, so I tackled her again. But then Sarah and Elizabeth pulled me off of her and convinced me to stop hurting her. Then Anamaria called me a whore, so I punched her! Oh yeah, and I found a dress. Isn't it great?"
Jack stood there bewildered for a moment staring at her. It took him the next few moments to process what she had just said in his mind, since she said so fast that you almost couldn't understand what she was saying. Almost. "So you…punched Anamaria?"
"Yep."
"Did anyone see you?"
"If you mean those bloody redcoats, no. If Sarah and Lizzie weren't there, someone probably would have."
"Did she see who was with you?"
"I don't know. She might of. Why? Does it matter or something?" Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her up the stairs. He opened the door to Amy's room and followed her inside. Amy sat down on the bed and Jack to joined her.
"Well, Anamaria has known to…overreact sometimes."
"Meaning what?" Amy leaned back against some pillows and brought her knees to her chest.
"When she gets mad at someone, she can hold grudges against people. Really big grudges."
"So? You know how many people hate me. Remember Matt from Tortuga? How he chased us down the street and then I bought that dress?"
"Yes but Ana holds stronger grudges. Like she wants to get revenge on ya." She waved her hand in the air as if excusing that last remark and leaner further back on the headboard.
"Psh. I can take her down. She's no match for me. I can take her down."
"Yes, I bet ye could…"
"So what's the problem?"
"Well…let's just say Ana is somebody you don't want to be enemies with."
"Too late," She muttered to herself.
"When ye get on her bad side, it's not a good thing. The more she hates you, the more she's likely to take action."
"Take action? Like come after me or something?"
"Yes. She would come after you. And judging by yer little story, you're probably at the top of her hate list."
"Wonderful. Now my life goal is complete." Amy laughed softly and looked up at Jack. His face was stern and showed no sign of amusement.
"I'm serious Amy. She would go after you to get revenge. That's what she does."
"Like what exactly?"
"She might try to have you kidnapped and then do who knows to ye. She takes grudges very seriously. Hell she might even get a whole little gang of hers to get ye. Which wouldn't be a problem for her since she probably hates me too and who knows how many enemies I have."
"More than anyone could count," she said with a small smile. Jack looked up at his fiancé and budged a slight grin himself.
"The point is, just be more careful alright? Ya know I wouldn't bring this up if I thought it wasn't serious." Amy brought her gaze up from the bed to meet Jack's face. He looked concerned and didn't show any hint of joking. She sighed and nodded in agreement.
"Fine, I'll be more careful. If you think it's that serious, then I'll do it."
"Good girl." Amy shot him a quick glare before stretching her feet out on the bed so the soles of her feet rest against his thigh.
"So, how was dress shoppin'?" She stared at Jack giving him a 'how-do-you-think-it-went' look hoping he would back down. But of course, he didn't.
"It was horrible. They didn't even listen to me! I tried to tell them what I didn't want in a dress, but they ran off before I could finish! So I tried on 'bout eleven dress that I hated and despised with all my strength that they picked out. And you know what? The lady that worked there picked out one dress just like that and it was perfect! I told you Jack, they don't care about me. They only care about having the 'perfect' wedding. Today was awful."
"But you're not dead like ye said ya were going ta be."
"The only reason I'm not dead is because I punched Anamaria. That made my day better."
"Where's yer dress?"
"Oh, it's still at the shop. We didn't want to haul it all the way back here so someone is going to deliver it within a few days."
"What does it look like?"
"Now don't you want it to be a surprise?"
"Come on."
"I rather not. You'll find out soon enough. I've had enough with wedding stuff for one day. Along with dresses. I swear dresses are evil. No good could ever come out of them."
"I disagree with that," he said with a smirk.
"Well of course you do. You don't have to wear them. If you wore them, you would feel the same way."
"I'll just take yer word for it."
"Good. Of course…you remember that one time when I trapped you in the crow's nest with that pink dress," Amy said with an amused smile on her face.
"I've been trying to forget 'bout that. That was pure evil."
"I know. I must say that was the great prank I've ever pulled."
"Did I ever get ye back?"
"Well, I know you carried me from my ship to the Pearl, and then you dropped me on the deck!"
"I said I was sorry!"
"Like you meant it."
"Wasn't that for somethin' else?"
"I think I like hit you in the eye or something like that. I don't know."
"So I never got ye back?"
"I don't think so."
"Hmm... Well I think you're long overdue then."
"What? Are you going to pull a prank on me?"
"I'm just saying keep a sharp eye out."
"I'd like to see you try," she mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Jack looked at her suspiciously but let it go anyway. "Well if you excuse me, I'm going to rip this dress off, burn it since it's pure evil and ruined, and change into some real clothes."
"Go right ahead." Amy swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up straight next to Jack.
"Uh…Jack?"
"Yes luv?"
"Are you going to leave?"
"Well ye never said I have to. Besides you might be needin' some help taking off that dress. And I'm just the guy to do it."
"Jack, when I say I want to chance out of this dress, that means without getting…sidetracked."
"Well I ain't leavin'. I feel like taking a nap…"
"Take a nap in your room.
"I could…but I don't feel like moving."
"Jack, if you go in your room…I'll join you in a few minutes." Amy slowly wrapped her arms around his left arm and leaned in closer to him. "And I could bring a few bottles of rum. So we could sit there and drink and talk and…" she lightly kissed him on stroked the side of his face with her fingers, "…other things."
"Or we could just stay here, skip the rum for now, and cut right to the chase." Before she could answer back Jack's mouth was already on hers pushed her back slowly onto the bed.
Amy poked her head into the kitchen and saw Will sitting at the table eating an apple and reading a book.
"William! Just the person I wanted to see!" Will watched Amy take a sit right across from him and sit down. He marked the page in is book and placed it down on the table.
"Hello Amy."
"Can I talk to you now or is this a bad time?"
"Well I have a feeling no matter what you say it's going to stop you."
"Right you are Will. I've been meaning to ask you about the knife I ordered. How is it going?"
"It's taking less time than I thought. I should have it done by tomorrow."
"Really? That fast?"
"It's only a knife. And I just happened to move your order to the top of my list."
"You didn't have to do that."
"It's alright. And besides you have a limited time. It might have taken me a month if I didn't move your order to the top."
"Oh. Well in that case, thank you. I take it business is going well then?"
"Yes it is. It helps that the Governor puts a good word out for me. I'm the official blacksmith for the Royal Navy."
"That's great!"
"Yes it is, but sometimes the work can be overwhelming. Lucky I just finished a huge order before you came. I should get a break for a while."
"Glad to hear it Will." Amy leaned back in her chair and rested her feet on the seat next to her.
"What do you want for a wedding present? Elizabeth has been wanting to know."
"I just Elizabeth this morning I don't want anything!"
"Well, you know how she can be."
"We don't want any presents. Don't give us anything. I've already allowed Elizabeth and Sarah to split the cost of my dress with me and even then I wasn't happy. Don't give us anything more. If you do, we're going to give right back."
"She's not going be happy though."
"You already letting us stay here. I'm considering that as your present."
"I'll try and tell her that." Amy smiled faintly and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. She looked around the room and noticed that Gibbs and Kyle were gone.
"Where did Gibbs and Kyle go?"
"They went back to the Black Pearl. They decided to stay on the Pearl instead of here."
"Really? That's too bad. Although I do understand where they're coming from. Probably the best choice in the long run."
"That's what they said." Amy laughed and looked at the doorway just as Elizabeth was walking in.
"Hello darling." Will gave her a quick peck on the cheek as she sat down in the chair next to him. She yawned and greeted him also.
"Hello Amy."
" 'Ello Elizabeth. You're acting kinda sleepy."
"Yes, you are acting tired. Are you alright dear?" Elizabeth yawned again and grabbed her husband's hand in reassurance.
"I'm fine Will, really. I suppose I'm just sort of tired from chasing Amy all over town." The couple both turned their attention to Amy and she innocently smiled back.
"Oh yeah…about that. Sorry. Didn't know what came over me. Hope you're alright."
"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired from the running is all." She rested her head on Will's shoulder and closed her eyes.
"What exactly happened when you went out this morning?" Amy opened her mouth to answer the question, but nothing came out except for a long 'uh…' sound.
"I, well…ran into a old acquaintance of mine. And we weren't very happy to see each other, especially me. So, ya know, when we saw each other, it wasn't the prettiest sight and things sort of got out of hand… Basically, Sarah and Elizabeth ended up saving her life. Who knows what would have happened to her if they didn't come…"
"Why did you go after…whoever it was?" Will looked down at his wife, who looked very comfortable resting on his shoulder and brushed a loose hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear.
"It's a long story really. But both Jack and I consider her our enemy. She keeps getting away though. But her luck well run out sometime."
"I'm sure it will. Elizabeth, darling are you alright?" She picked her head up out the sound of her name and yawned into her hand.
"What?" She blinked a few times before her eyes focused and slowly came out of her sleep-like state. "Yes Will I'm fine. I'm just a little sleepy."
"Did you want to go lie down and sleep for a while?"
"No. I came down here for a reason. I wanted to ask somebody a question."
"Well you have yet to do it." She rubbed her eyes and yawned once more. "You remember now?"
"I think I do. Oh yes! Amy, what day did you want to get married?" Amy widened her eyes and gaped.
"What?"
"What day were you planning on getting married? You've never actually told us what day." It's true. She never did say what day. Mostly because she hadn't thought about it. She was planning on Sarah and Elizabeth doing that kind of stuff.
"Um…I don't know. I haven't really thought about it…"
"Do you have any idea?"
"No. Jack and I haven't thought about it at all."
"Oh. Well…ok then."
"I'll have to talk to Jack about it."
"Alright. Tell me when you've decided something." Elizabeth yawned again and her eyes began to slowly close again. Will noticed this and rapped one of his arms around her shoulders. She immediately rested her head on his shoulder just as she did a few moments before.
"Elizabeth, I think you should go lie down. If you stay here much longer, you're going to fall asleep in the kitchen." Elizabeth moaned but was able to mumble out a 'fine' to her husband. Will slowly pushed his chair away from the table as Lizzie moaned in the loss of her pillow. He gently grabbed one of her arms and pulled her up from her seat. She instantly wrapped her arm around his and smiled at the return of her head cushion. Amy smiled at the two and waved goodbye to them as Will led a very sleepy Elizabeth out the kitchen and up the stairs.
"How come Jack never does that for me? I'll have to talk to him about that…"
Amy's POV
"Then why did he sleep with me if her likes you so much?"
Those words had been running through her head for the last hour. She tried her best to fall asleep but the words kept on coming back to haunt her mind. Jack had fallen asleep a while back and now had his arm possessively around her waist and his face nuzzled into the base of her neck. His warm breath blew onto her neck with each deep breath he took. The feeling relaxed her but not enough to make her fall asleep. She cuddled closer up against his chest and once again tried to fall asleep.
It still didn't work.
It was not the first time she had heard something similar to those words. Practically all the time, she would hear the crew and Jack's friends joke about his reputation with the ladies. She always laughed and said something witty back. She found the jokes quite funny, especially when they embarrassed Jack. Those were the best ones.
However, this time it was coming from Anamaria. She loathed the woman with passion and nearly everything that came out of her mouth was a lie. This time what she said was true. One of the very few times it was. If he loved her then why did he sleep with her? Jack told her a while back that he fell in love with her the second she took his hat from him. So that meant he loved her when he had slept with Anamaria. The day of the incident was still very vivid in her mind.
"Jack you better sleep with her," Amy said quietly to herself.
"I've been waiting for two years for this to happen" Anamaria said from across the room.
"You have? That's a long time luv. I still don't feel right about doing this. What if Amy finds out?"
"How will she find out? I won't tell her and you won't tell her, so what's the problem?"
"Listen to her!" Amy screamed inside her head.
"I just want her to like me again. If she finds out I did this, she will probably kill me."
"He really does want my trust back" Amy thought to herself, touched by his words. "Jack, just listen to her!"
"But she won't find out," Anamaria said reassuringly.
"My god Jack. Why do you have to resist a woman this time, out of all the other times you could have, when my life didn't depended on it!"
"I guess your right. This still doesn't feel right,," Jack confessed.
"As long as we go through with it, I won't care." Anamaria pulled Jack closer and kissed him roughly on the lips.
"Finally!" Amy quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She spoke a little louder than she meant to. Loud enough for them to hear.
"Wait!" Jack firmly pushed Anamaria off him and walked over to the wall where Amy was hiding. She quickly pulled out of the way of the secret window and hoped that he didn't see her. Jack studied the wall carefully as if he was looking for something or someone who might be watching them.
"What was that for?"
"Felt like someone was watching us. I get that feeling all the time though. It's probably nothing." Jack walked back to Anamaria with a puzzled look on his face.
"Just forget about it. Nobody is watching us. Let's resume to what we were doing before)."
"You're right luv."
He did try to resist her. That's got to count as something ...yet he still went on with it. And afterwards he didn't seem very bothered by it. Well, he probably was, since she got kidnapped, knocked out with a rock, and had a knife put to her throat!. He did feel guilty about that. But if that hadn't happened? Would he still regret it? If he wasn't affected by Ana, would he be affected by other whores? For all she knew, he could have slept with ten different whores since they'd been together.
No. He wouldn't do that. He never would. He says he has stayed faithful and she should believe him, She loves him and he loves her. End of story. Jack said he would stay committed and he will. No more whores. Not then, not ever. It is still a possibility he might have had a few whores during the first few months they were together… no. She should believe him. She needs to trust him. Jack never slept with any whores. Well, at least not after they got together. That's a fact.
Feeling more stable know that she had a somewhat solid answer in her head, she closed her eyes, snuggled into Jack's bare chest, and slowly started to drift asleep.
'If he loved her, why did he do it?'
Amy groaned. The question came back again even though she thought she had a resonable answer. There was no chance she was going to be able to fall asleep. If she could not fall asleep in the last hour, the next would not be any different. She opened her eyes and let out a small sigh. What she needed was something to help her fall asleep.
"I need a drink." Slowly and carefully, Amy picked Jack's arm off her waist and slipped her pillow in her place so he would not notice her being gone. He slightly stirred in his sleep and mumbled something incoherent. She waited for him to stop moving, and when he was still again, she placed her feet on the hard wooden floor. As quietly as she could, she walked across the room and went out the door.
"Where is it? Where was the alcohol?" Amy asked herself as she looked around the room she was in,"Elizabeth said it was in Will's study. But there are so many places to hide it. There is the desk, the storage box under the bench, the large chest, the small cabinet in the corner…"
"The cabinet!" she exclaimed. Amy ran over to the small cabinet and kneeled down on the floor. She attemped to open the cabinet, but unfortunately it was locked. " Damn it, where do they keep the key?" Amy scanned the study looking for a probable place where the key might be hidden. She saw the desk in the corner and hoped the key would be hidden in one of the drawers. She stood up, headed to the desk and carefully opened the top drawer. The drawer contained nothing except for loose papers and several envelopes. Amy closed the drawer and opened the one below it finding it was as unsuccessful the the previous one. She was starting to loose her patience but opened the third drawer despite her feelings. To her delight she saw a small shiny object lying at the bottom of the drawer. She took it up and smiled. The pirate expressed words of relief and went back to the cabinet to try the key in the lock. It fitted perfectly. What was stored inside the cabinet relaxed her completely and made a smile appear on her face. Inside the cabinet were assorted types of wine, brandy, whiskey, and other types of alcohol. Regrettably, there was no vodka or rum in the large group of drinks.
"What do people have against vodka?" Because of the lack of vodka, she chose a bottle of brandy in place of her beloved beverage. She was not disappointed that she was forced to resort ro brandy. Amy enjoyed having a drink of brandy from time to time and this would be the perfect time to take an opportunity of having brandy that she did not get very often.
After closing the cabinet, Amy found herself in a very comfortable looking arm chair in the corner of the room. She tucked her feet into the corner of the seat and snuggled against the back of the chair. She uncorked the bottle and raised it up in the air.
"Drink up me hearties, yo ho." Making a toasting gesture, she sipped her bottle of brandy and rested it on top of her knee. The alcohol was taking affect already. Her body started to feel more relaxed, as did her mind. Her mind was free of thoughts of Jack, weddings, whores, Anamaria…
"Damn it." All the thoughts came flooding back to her mind. "Why does my mind hate me? It never stays at rest." Amy began to think to herself.
'The only way I'm ever going to fall asleep is if I fully convince myself that Jack didn't sleep with any whores. And won't. If I do that, my mind should hopefully shut up. But really, why am I doubting him? I've never had this problem before. Why am I doubting him now? What has changed? We are engaged to be married, but that shouldn't matter. If anything that should make me love him even more. Is it because of Ana?'
She took a larger drink of her brandy and sighed.
'It has to be her. There's no other reason possible. Or 'probable' as Jack would say. If it was because we're getting married, I would have thought about this the night of the engagement. Damn her. Damn her to hell. She comes into the market one day, insults me, makes me chase her all over town, and ruined my dress! She comes back for one second and she's already running my life. How can she do this to me? Ugh! This just makes me hate her even more! I will be the death of her. I swear I will.'
"Maybe I should talk to Jack about this." As if on cue, a certain half-awake pirate stepped into the room.
"Amy?" She hid the bottle of brandy behind her back hoping that Jack wouldn't see it and called him over.
"I'm in the chair." The pirate walked over to the source of the voice and adjusted his eyes. He was only wearing his knickers.
"How can you go walking around like that? Don't you worry about someone seeing you?" questioned Amy.
"I do this because I can. It's all about freedom. And I don't worry about anyone seeing me. Everyone's asleep. Besides, it makes it a whole lot easier if we decide to do something else." He flashed her a grin and winked. "What were ye were drinkin'?"
"I wasn't drinking anything."
"Then what's that bottle behind yer back?" Amy looked down at her side and sure enough the neck of the bottle was sticking out from behind her back.
"Oh. I just needed a little midnight drink."
"Always drinkin' rum, eh?"
"It's not rum! …It's brandy."
"My mistake," He said with an amused smile. "Where'd ya get tha'?"
"Can't tell you. Promised Lizzie I wouldn't let you have any."
"How come ye get some then?"
"Because I never said I wouldn't get any. Plus, any alcohol that I drink they will think you took so I won't get blamed."
"That's not very nice." Amy shrugged and sipped her drink. "Well seeing as I'm going to get blamed anyway, it wouldn't make a difference if I took some or not. For meself, not some impostor like you." Jack replied with a hint of hurt in his voice.
"I'll get it. What kind do ya want? They have almost everything except rum and vodka. Unfortunately…"
"They 'ave whiskey?" Amy nodded. "I'll have a bottle of tha' then." Before getting up, she grabbed her bottle of brandy knowing that it might be gone in a flash if she'd leave it there, and hopped out of the chair. She signalled for Jack to stay where he was and went to get his whiskey. When she came back, her chair was occupied by another person who was waiting for her return.
"Thank you so much for taking my chair," Amy thanked in a sarcastic tone.
"It's not your chair luv. It's the whelp's. Besides, there's still a spot for ye." Jack opened his arms and invited Amy to sit on his lap. She rolled her eyes and handed him his whiskey.
"You still took my spot."
"But I think this arrangement is much better. Come on luv, sit with Cap'n Jack here." He grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. She draped her legs over the side and her back rested on the arm of the chair.
"There. Now Cap'n Jack has some company. Are you happy?" Her words had an icy tone that surprised him and caused him to remain silent. Jack frowned and opened his bottle of whiskey. They both sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, drinking together. Amy repositioned herself and rested her head against his shoulder. She took another sip of her brandy and let out a depressing sigh.
"Why'd ya come down here luv?"
"I had some things on my mind so I came down her to get a drink to help settle them down. That's all."
"What were ya thinkin' about?"
"It's nothing Jack. Just drop it." Amy drank more of the brandy and avoided looking at him.
"If it's nothin', then why aren't you telling me?"
"Because too I'm tired to tell you."
"You're tired, and yet you came all the way down here to get a drink that you could have gotten in yer room."
"Yes, so? I didn't feel like rum. There's nothing wrong with that."
"If you were really tired, you would have stayed in bed. What's bothering ya?"
"Nothing," the lady avoided the question.
"If it's nothing, then tell me."
"I don't want to."
"Amy…" He tipped her head up so her eyes met his. "Tell me." She pulled her head away from his hand and focused her attention on Will's desk across the room.
"If I tell you, you'll say I'm worrying over nothing. Which I know I am, but I can't help it."
"I promise I won't say that." She looked back at Jack.
"Promise?"
"Promise." Amy sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"It's something that Anamaria said. She brought up the subject of the time you slept with her in Port Smith. I remember that a time later you told me we fell in love with me from the moment you met me and somehow she knew that also. Then pointed out if you loved me so much, why did you sleep with her? I know it's nothing, but I can't stop thinking about it. It's just been bugging me is all." She sat there for a moment in silence waiting for Jack's response. "Jack, please say something."
"Ya wanna know why I did it?"
"Yes."
"You know that Ana has certain ,er...feelings for me?"
"I know. I experienced it…painfully." Amy rubbed her head where Ana had hit her with the rock.
"And she can get pretty possessive at times."
"Like you?" Jack shot her a quick glare.
"She's worse. Much worse." Jack made a small shudder. "She's been going after me for a while. I tried to push her away, but somehow she kept coming back. I was going to leave her in the port, but then that little incident with Norrington happened and I got stuck on your ship, so that idea didn't work out. When we got to Port Smith, she came up to me at the tavern and started talking to me. Of course I had seen her before and I tried to avoid her at all costs, but she managed to find me. She kept trying to get me to go to an inn with her. I tried to leave but she kept following me. I knew she wouldn't go away, so I finally gave into her. I knew that if I didn't, things would only get worse. And so…well, you know what happened."
"And I had the cut to prove it too. That really hurt."
"I was the one who had to take care of ya afterwards."
"But then you poured my perfume out the window and pushed me out as well."
"Only because you poured me rum out."
"I didn't pour all of it out. I drank some of it too. And that was because you made me go running after you."
"I didn't make you do a thing!"
"Well, you tricked me into going after you." Jack chuckled at the memory.
"So that's why you did it?" Any asked wanting a confirmation. He kissed Amy's forehead and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"It's the truth."
"The real truth or the 'Jack Sparrow' kind of truth?" She asked cheekily. The pirate narrowed his eyes at her for a second before answering her back.
"The real truth."
"For once," She added with a smirk.
"Well it seems like yer feeling better, now that you're making fun of me."
"It always puts a smile on my face." Amy flashed him an over exaggerated grin and cocked her head to the side.
"Glad to know I could help you get out of yer slump at my expense."
"Awwww. Thank you Jack." She wrapped her free arm around his neck , pulled his face closer and placed a sloppy, wet kiss right on his lips. Jack pulled away from her and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm.
"I'll get ya back for that one luv."
"Can't wait!" They both went back to their drinks for a moment before speaking again.
"So, you're better now?"
"Yeah. I'll be able to fall sleep now. Thanks."
"Glad to be of service to ya." Amy smiled and finished off her bottle of brandy. She noticed that Jack had about half a bottle left and knew it was going to be a while until he would finish. Even though Jack is a huge drinker, it's not rum so it takes a little more time for him to finish off a bottle. She tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes. She was about to fall asleep when Jack out of the blue, asked her a question.
"What was yer father like?" Surprised by the randomness of the question, Amy opened her eyes and picked her head up.
"Where did that come from?"
"I was just wonderin'. You told me about how he died. Ye never said anything about what he was like apart from that he was a merchant sailor, an astronomer, and could read Latin."
"Um, ok… Ah, what do ya wanna to know?"
"I don't know. Anythin'."
"Ok. Well... he could read and speak Latin. And he knew some French and Spanish. He tried to teach me, but I was always thinking about something else. About pirates mostly."
"Were they all as handsome and rugged as me?" Amy shook her head about that last comment and muttered something under her breath about an egotistical pirate.
"I didn't pay attention to what they looked like, I only was interested in knowing about the adventures they had. And I didn't want to picture one since I heard they were something awful to look at."
"I can prove that rumour wrong." She sighed again and decided to let it pass.
"He was the one that told me all the stories. It's his fault that I became interested in pirates. And then I told Lizzie the stories so I got her interested too. He told me stories all the time. I could probably think of fifty different stories off the top of my head. It was almost as if he was raising me to become a pirate."
"And look what you turned out to be!"
"The crew liked him a lot. I never heard a bad thing from them about him. From what I think, he was a good captain. He was always fair and made sure everyone had an equal say in everything. In fact…he reminds me a lot of you Jack." Jack looked down at her with wide eyes surprised by that last statement.
"Me?"
"They way you two captain. Although you are much more crazier and daring. You're styles are very similar. You both respect your crew's opinion on everything. You listen to anyone that has anything to say. And you try your hardest to make sure no one gets hurt. The two of you have a lot more in common than you think."
"Really? And what else do we have in common?"
"Well…you both like alcohol. But he liked wine over rum, unlike you. And he didn't drink every second of the day, like you do."
"I don't drink every second of the day. I drink every other second."
"You both prefer the sea over land. You both have a crew that respects you. You both were captains. You both love your ship as if it's a person. You both had respect for women. And you both love me!" She said the last line with enthusiasm.
"But in different ways. I wouldn't want to be your father." Jack said with a look of disgust on his face.
"And I don't want you to be."
"So I guess it's like that saying, 'Daughters always marry their fathers'."
"I guess it is."
"What did he look like?"
"He had brown hair. According to him, it was wavy and 'attracted all the ladies to him', when he was younger. But somehow I think he's exaggerating. It was a deep brown, about the color of your eyes. He had dark blue eyes that I defiantly got from him. We had the exact same eyes. And my mother and I had the exact same hair. You could tell from the second you saw me who my parents were. In fact, I was the spitting image of my mother. Except for my eyes of course. At least that's what everyone told me."
"Didn't ye say she died in childbirth?"
Amy nodded. "Her body was still recovering from a severe case of pneumonia that she had a year earlier. She survived but she was weakened immensely. My father told me she died about two hours after the birth." By now, Amy's voice was low and sadden. She snuggled against Jack's chest while bringing her knees closer to her chest. Jack noticed the change of tone in her voice and her new position.
"Do you need to make fun of me again?" He heard a laugh escape her mouth and felt her adjusting her head on his chest.
"I'm fine."
"Ye seem kind of depressed again."
"From talking about my parents? Nah. I stopped getting depressed from talking about them years ago. Not that I don't miss them or anything, I do, but I just got used to it. It's just life. It happened, now it's over and I moved on. Can't do annything about it." The blonde let a yawn escape from her mouth showing that her sleepiness was returning." I'm getting tired though. The brandy is starting to get to me. Although I will take you up on that offer of making fun of you."
"Sorry luv. Only if you're depressed."
"Oh. Well then, I'm sad. I miss my parents. I wish my mother was alive. I wish my father came back from the dead. I loved him so much." She made a fake sniffle and wiped a few non-existent tears off her face.
"Lying isn't going to work luv."
"Well that's no fun."
"That's life." Amy moaned and closed her eyes. Jack finished his bottle of whiskey and put it down on the floor next to the chair. "Well, even though I'm having a wonderful time down here, it would be nice to sleep in a bed."
"Fine, fine." She let out a whimper while got up off Jack's lap. She watched him with her half-closed eyes get up as well.
"Darling, ye look like the livin' dead." Her eyes were almost closed and she was swaying her body back and forth while letting out a small moan. He tried his hardest to keep his laughter down.
"You know how fast alcohol works on me when I'm sleepy. And stop laughing at me. Just come here so I have something to lean on so I don't fall flat on my face." He couldn't hold back his laughter anymore and let out a chuckle, hopefully only loud enough for him to hear. He obeyed his fiancé's request and picked her up off the ground and carried her in his arms.
"I think this makes it easier for the both of us. Don't want anyone seeing a zombie walking around in the house."
"Be quiet," was all she could get out. Jack smiled at her reaction and carried her out of the room. He took her up the stairs and back into his room. Gently he placed her on the bed and kissed her forehead. Jack walked over to his side of the bed and laid down before pulling the covers over both of them. His arm possessively snaked around her waist and pulled her right up against his bare chest.
"Jack?" Amy asked almost in a whisper.
"Yes luv?"
"We need to pick a day for the wedding."
"Oh. Ah…what day do ya have in mind?"
"I don't care. I want you to pick it."
"Um…how about a week from today?"
"Next Thursday? What date is that?"
"The sixteenth I think."
"Hmm… May 16th. I like that."
"So that's what ye want?"
"Yes. May 16th. We're getting married in a week."
"One week. Night luv."
"That's Mrs. Sparrow."
"Not yet."
"So what? I'm not going to be keeping my name for much longer. Besides, I like that name."
Jack smiled and kissed her cheek. "Night, Mrs. Sparrow."
"Night, Mr. Sparrow."
So sorry it took so long to update. Thanks My True Love for doing a wonderful job of updating this! Dead Man's Chest comes out today! I definately pre-ordered it from the Disney store a month ago to get the free poster of Jack Sparrow. Now it's time for you to hit the purple button and send a review. Ready. Set. Go!
