Jack spun on his heel and faced Christie waiting for her to go on. "Yes?"
"Jack… there's something I want to tell you…" Christie fiddled with her thumbs nervously. "When I first met you… I guess it wasn't really on good terms. But over time I realized that… I love you." Christie's face flushed red as if she was embarrassed. "And I want to know if you love me back. Of course I think this is a little too soon to say this but its been bugging me."
Jack's jaw dropped stunned that she loved him. He felt confused inside and couldn't explain the feeling he was getting. He didn't know what to say because he was completely new to love and wasn't sure if Christie wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. I'm just a pirate. What if she wan's ta have children and stay on land? Many thoughts flooded Jack's mind causing his mixture of happiness and confusion to die down.
"Please say something Jack." Christie pleaded with glossy eyes.
"What's tha'!" Jack jumped up excitedly pointing his finger to the right of her. Christie spun her head around to face nothing not ordinary and looked back expecting Jack there.
"Jack?" Christie asked confused how he left.
Jack hid inside of the bushes watching her move, waiting for her to leave. All he needed was a little time to think things out. Christie slowly walked away taking small glances around her. Jack sighed in relief and climbed out of the bush. Some rum would help. Jack thought and headed to a nearby tavern.
Christie quietly went to her room as tears flooded her eyes. I guess Jack doesn't care for me. She thought as another tear plopped down onto her shirt. Maybe some rum will help. She thought rubbing the tears off her face. She left the house and walked quickly to the nearest tavern.
Jack sat there sipping small sips of rum, thinking hard as his head overloaded with thoughts. A prostitute caught his eye and winked at him before walking over to him and sitting on his lap.
"Sorry darling, but I have ta think things out right now." Jack said to the whore trying to get her off him without being rude. He really wasn't in the mood for some wench to bother him.
"Aren't you Captain Jack Sparrow? I heard he never refuses any willing woman." The whore ignored his request and purred while tracing her index finger around his neck. She smirked at how easy it was to tempt him and attacked his mouth hungrily with hers.
Christie walked inside the tavern heading straight to the bar. Once she was exactly up front, she asked the bartender for a mug of rum. Then, looking right next to her was obvious. It was the man she loved kissing another woman. Hurt, jealousy, sadness, hate filled inside her mind confusing her to no point. Tears of anguish and melancholy filled her eyes threatening any second to drop out and embarrass herself. She told the bartender to stop filling the mug and tried to sneak out of the tavern unnoticed.
Jack's eyes opened noticing what just happened and scanned the room and saw Christie sneakily walking out the door. He stood up immediately letting the wench fall onto the ground screeching angrily. He ignored her and chased after Christie. "Christie! Wait!" Jack shouted.
"What for?" Christie sniffed trying to pretend she wasn't crying.
"I wanted to tell ye tha' I love-," Jack started but got interrupted.
"That you don't love me." Christie snapped. "You already made me miserable enough."
"I don't want to make you miserable." Jack responded. "And I wasn't-,"
"Well you did! First you destroy my ship and my crew. Now you shattered my heart…" she trailed off as a tear streamed down her face. "What more can you break? I have nothing left. NOTHING! Except my dead corpse…"
Jack watched her as her words twisted his heart wretchedly, his eyes started to water.
"If you have nothing to say… goodbye." Christie continued hurt. "Have a good life." She cried as her voice cracked. She walked away from Jack and started into a jog.
"Christie!" Jack shouted as he chased after her wishing he never went into the tavern. "Listen!" he begged as he grabbed her arm pulling her towards him. "I wanted ta say that I…" Jack hesitated slightly. "That I realized tha' I loved ye since."
"Really?" she asked in disbelief and puffy eyes. "It doesn't take a wench sticking her tongue down your throat to realize your love for me!" she shouted heatedly and yanked her arm away and continued walking.
"Please wait!" Jack pleaded and watched her spin around sharply. "I never kissed her! Tha wench was kissing me!"
"Nice try Jack but how could I trust you anymore? I know you are a womanizer. Maybe it was my fault to fall in love with you because I knew the truth. And if you really didn't love me you didn't have to leave me there; waiting for an answer and find out in a horrible way." Christie sobbed. "What do you want from me?"
"I wasn't sure if you wanted to spend your life with me!" Jack shouted angrily at how he hurt her was true.
"I would have died for you!" she cried not looking at Jack. "Why don't you just sail off on your ship and be the cold heartless pirate that you are?" she spat aloofly trembling with sadness and loathe.
"If tha's who ye think I am then maybe ye don't even know me at all." Jack replied back coldly.
"Then maybe the man I fell in love with died." She retorted with venom.
"FINE!" Jack yelled and stomped off to his ship. "I will leave!"
Christie collapsed on the ground sobbing, mud covering up her clothes. Her vision became blurry as she watched Jack's figure shrink into the distance. She lied there for a while crying her heart out. She got up and ran to the hills hoping to see if Jack really left. Looking out into the ocean she spotted a ship with black sails drifting slowly away from Port Royal.
"Jack…" she whispered sadly knowing it would be no use.
Jack heard a silent whisper whispering his name. Pulling out his spyglass he spotted Christie on the ledge of the hill watching him sail away. Her clothes were patched with mud and eyes were pouring out tears like rain. At the thought and sight of her, his heart felt twisted and broken. Lowering his eyeglass he yelled angrily at his crew, taking out what anger he had him on his crew. "FASTER YE MANGY GITS!" Jack bellowed brashly. He stomped his feet furiously and pounded each footstep on the floor with a loud boom. He stormed off slamming his door causing the entire crew to look at his door.
Later on…
"Captain." Mr. Gibbs knocked on the door.
"Wha'?" Jack grumbled and watched his door open.
"The crew was wondering… uh… if ye are alright." Mr. Gibbs said hoping Jack wouldn't get mad.
"Of course I'm bloody fine! What makes them think I'm bloody not!" Jack roared and flung his rum bottle out the balcony door, watching it shatter and skid into the water.
"Alright." Gibbs replied a little intimidated and quickly walked out of the room.
Christie sat there on the ledge of the hill, all her tears shed that no more could come out. A day passed by and she never moved and kept her puffy eyes out on the horizon. She gradually stood up, legs wobbly and weak. She got no sleep and finally accepted that Jack would never come back. She took off into a sprint running back to the old Turner's house. She went inside and took one more glance around her and gave a little heartbreaking smile. Walking upstairs into her room, she snatched a quill and a piece of paper. She began writing as one more tear dropped down smudging a little ink into a blob. She folded it up and sealed it shut leaving it on her desk. Looking at the desk, she saw a dagger that caught her eye. It was Jack's.
Jack scurried out of his room and ran to the helm. "Turn around!" he bellowed. He pushed Mr. Cotton away from the helm and took it over spinning the ship around and headed back to Port Royal. The crew just listened to Jack trying not to anger him any more. "Mr. Gibbs!" Jack yelled as Mr. Gibbs came right up to him. "We are changing course!"
"Aren't we going ta Tortuga?" Mr. Gibbs asked in hesitation.
"Belay tha'!"
"But-," Gibbs argued desperately.
"Belay, belay, belay tha'!" Jack ordered.
A couple of hours later, Jack told Gibbs, "Lower the anchor here and if I don't come back before nightfall, keep ta the code."
Mr. Gibbs nodded his head, "Aye." Jack lowered the dinghy into the water and climbed in and sailed off from his ship.
Once the dinghy hit land, Jack jumped out in a rush. Dashing on the outskirts of the island, he ran towards the old Turner's house. "CHRISTIE!" Jack shouted in hopelessness hoping she would forgive him. He slammed the door open, shaking the house. "Christie, please listen." Jack begged and looked around searching every room. Stopping at her desk he spotted an unopened letter. His hands picked it open, gently ripping the seal open. He read the letter quietly in his head.
The letter read:
Dear who ever found this letter,
I know you might consider this strange but I just want others to know how I feel and why I chose this. I deeply despised a man going by the name of Jack Sparrow until each day I couldn't help but take a fancy to him. Everything about him made me melt… his face, touch, kindness, concern… I told him I loved him but he never did love me back. He decided to go with some whore and leave me standing there in the mud. I cried until I couldn't shed more tears. I waited for him on the hill watching him sail off in the horizon. I somehow thought waiting there for a day would make a difference but I guess it didn't. I learned that love isn't what it seems. I can never get what I want; life just isn't fair……………………………………ill myself…. Thank you for reading this.
Broken hearted,
Captain Christie Stiles
P.S. Please burn this letter after you read it. I'd appreciate this.
Jack's hand trembled as he closed the letter wanting to know what did the smudged spot say. He stuffed it in his coat pocket saving it for later. He knew that it must have been a tear so he ran outside of the house and scanned the area. He spotted a body lying down on the shore, golden hair sprawled out around it. He ran closer and spotted it was Christie as his heart thudded with excitement. "Christie!" Jack shouted in fervor. He ran up to her body to see her sleeping peacefully, not stirring at all. He poked her side and watched her make no reaction. "Christie." Jack taunted. "No time fer playing games." He turned her body over to get a full view of her to find his jaw to drop down in absolute surprise.
Please don't be mad at me if the story is under rated or whatever. It's really sad but again, leave reviews or a message for a sequel. Or maybe for the next chapter! Last chapter will be probably posted tomorrow. Thanks for reading:) And reviews!
-CaptainESavvy