note: i realize that these must be getting on your nerves as a reader, but some things must be said. the drama in this chapter was overwhelming for me. i had tried to stay away from the mary-sue(i had learned all about them from PhantomFreak1215, called How to Spot a MarySue in the Caribbean!, check it out!) persona as much as possible, but i might have ventured a bit trying to add the twist. just trying to warn you. read on and rock out!

Chapter Thirteen: Confrontation

–Part One

The men had helped pull Trinity and Elisabeth back onboard, both dripping from head to toe. Mr. Gibbs had informed them that Jack and Will were still in the chart room and had been there all day. Trinity took this as an opportunity to change from her sopping clothes and to fix her hair, so not to worry Jack further.

"He's going to have a heart attack." she sighed, knotting her hair so tight that you couldn't possibly tell it was wet by looking at it. "And I certainly never want to do that again!"

"And you won't," Jack slammed the door closed after entering the room. His pistol was aimed at her.

"Is that supposed to scare me, Jack? Are you going to shoot me?" She was almost laughing. It hadn't been the first time they had been in this situation, and it wouldn't be the last. "Apparently you haven't sen my outcome." She took a hold of his wrist and lowered his hand to his side.

Jack looked out a port-hole, facing the direction of Morgan's ship. The sail was cut down the middle and struggling to catch air as slowly faded into the distance. They had regained their lead. "So you succeeded." It was more like a statement then a question. He was frowning, even though he was pleased with her results.

"Yes, funny story actually," Jack didn't respond, just continued to look out at the ocean, so Trinity continued, "It seems that pointing a man's own gun at his head gives him the incentive to cut his own sails." She smiled. The atmosphere was becoming increasingly hostile. Trinity was readying her fake tears.

Jack grabbed her by the shoulders and gripped they tightly. "Listen here, love. What you've put me through was hell. Pure hell. And what's worse is that you drug Elisabeth along with you. You could have been killed, or worse."

"What's worse than being killed." Again, stupid mistake. Jack pushed her away and started pacing.

"I have come to a decision today. One that I regret, but I plan on following through no matter what you say, . . ."

Trinity knew what was coming, "Jack, you're landing me!" her expression was both of rage and innocence.

"You've given me no other choice. I cannot stand by and watch you commit to such acts anymore. It's like you're trying to get yourself killed, . . ."

"Or worse?" Now it was all rage.

Jack sighed, losing some of the frustration he had pent up, "Trinity, I love you and I, . . ."

Trinity didn't want to hear him talk. All that would come out of his mouth where excuses. She couldn't handle that. "No! You throw those words around like you know what they mean, but I can honestly tell you that you have no idea!" Jack had stopped pacing. He leaned on a nearby table and scowled at her. "Do you want to know why I do such things, Jack? It would seem that I risk everything because of treasure and riches. Or do you think it's because I want power? But that's no where near it, Jack. I don't do it for you or for anyone else besides myself."

Jack went to speak but Trinity put her hand up to him, "I'm having a selfish moment here, but I'm aloud to every once in a while. So let me finish." She knew what she was going to say next, and it was tearing her apart inside. Tears flew like a river down her face and she vented her rage. "I do it for myself, because I'm looking for something, Jack. Something only you can give me."

"And what would that be?" Jack was sitting by now. He had realized that this was something that was going to take time, and lots of it.

"Your heart. Figuratively, of course." Calming down, she tried to stop crying but realized she couldn't. These weren't fake tears, they were her own. "I have your love, Jack. I've known I've had it for a while. You only saying the words was only confirming what I already knew. But what I don't have is your heart, your devotion to me, something that shows me that you really do love me and that you understand what those words mean."

Jack was once again speechless. He didn't know how to comfort her this time. He didn't know if he would even be able to. Trinity waited for a moment to see how he would react, but when he just sat there, she continued. "I've given you everything, Jack. I have given you my love and my heart long ago."

Jack realized now that the only way to consul her was by letting her get it out. "Really. I wasn't aware." His words sounded mad and a bit snobbish, but he was trying to get her to accept that he was trying to do what's best for her.

"Because you've never taken the time to notice! I shared everything with you, Jack. Everything about me! You know about my fears, you know about my past, you know who I truly am. But what do I know about you, Jack. I tell people I know you. And in a way, I do. I only know your mannerisms. I could predict what you would do in any given situation to a "T", but I couldn't tell people what the real Captain Jack Sparrow was really about. Hell Jack, you're crew probably knows more about you than I do, and they only know rumor!" The tears had finally stopped. Trinity was hoping it would, because maybe Jack would really try to understand if she wasn't acting like a hysterical manic. Even though she hadn't noticed, she had started feverishly talking with her hands. "Why won't you give me your heart, Jack? And don't give me some excuse to dodge the question because it is very valid. You're the captain of this ship, Jack. A captain! You could marry us right now, right here, and think nothing else of it. Why won't you?"

Jack could tell she didn't really want answers, she just wanted to vent., but he couldn't take it anymore. "Dammit, Trinity!" but he could bring himself to actually say what he wanted. He had already hurt her and he didn't like it. He slammed his hand on the desk and rose to his feet. Putting the other hand over his face and turning away from her, he continues, "As soon as that treasure is in our possession, we head for the nearest port."

"You're really planning on doing it? Leaving me, . . .standing on some dock or some beach, watching you sailing away?" Jack was heading towards the door. Trinity rushed over and grabbed his arm, twisting him around. "Jack, don't walk away from me! Do you realize what you're doing? I have nothing left to give you, and yet your still taking. You're taking away your love for me. You're taking away my life!"

Jack took her face in his hands. That last comment had upset him.

How could she possible think that!

He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away. "Fine, my decision still stands. I know you don't realize it now, but I'm protecting you."

"No you're not! You're taking away your love from me, you're putting distance between us, you're afraid, and you're running! Now I know who you really are, Jack. You may be that captain of the Black Pearl, but you're nothing than a coward!" Trinity reached in the back of her head and let her hair fall freely around her shoulders. Water washed to the floor as she did so. "I have faced my fears for you, Jack. I jumped into that ocean, with all those beasties and all the sharks and everything else. I did it so I could swim back to you. So how hard could it be, Jack, to face your fears for me? How big of a coward are you?"

She had touched a nerve. Trinity seemed to know how to do that with Jack. Most often she used it to get her way, now she just wanted answers. He stepped to grab her again, but she dodged him. "Don't call me a coward!"

"Then why do this, Jack? All I have is you and the Pearl. Why take that away from me? Why take away your love for me!"

"I'm not! I'm not right now, and I never will."

It had hit Trinity. No amount of crying or pleading in the world could change his mind. He was going to leave her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her voice was back to normal. She had decided, no more screaming, no more wasted emotion on him. "No, Jack. You just don't realize it but you really are. You probably didn't realize it, . . . but right now, I just took my heart back."

Trinity ran from the cabin, not looking back. She didn't want him to see her cry again.

–Part Two

Trinity had been looking for Elizabeth, who unfortunately was having a confrontation with Will. She knew best not to disrupt them, hoping that their fight wouldn't end up like hers. Instead she found Kydd, lying in his bunk below deck. Trinity hadn't realized it was still pitch black out, and didn't bother to wake him. Purposely, anyway. In her hysterical state, she tripped over some rope carelessly placed on the floor and hit the wood with a thud. Kydd sprang from him bunk and to her side.

"You alrigh', Green Eyes? You aren' cryin' from the fall, are ya?"

"No." She sniffed, completely breaking down with Kydd's arm around her.

She told him about what had just happened. He seemed terrified. At parts, he was shaking and almost cried like she had. "Thank you, Kydd." she sighed, ending on that note.

"For what?"

"For being there for me. For listening. I'm being so selfish at this moment, but I can't help it."

"Hey, you're aloud to be. And you're welcome. Even if I couldn't think of anything to say, the least I could do was listen. I always did love the sound of your voice."

"You're turning into a fine man, Kydd." she had managed to crack a smile. "Any woman would be lucky to have you."

There was a pause. A silent, awkward pause. "What about you?"

Trinity was shocked. Horrified, even. "What about me?" She had managed to ask, but she didn't want to know the answer.

"You could be that lucky lady." he responded in barely a whisper. "Ever since I met you, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. There was a reason I asked you for stories and not the other crew."

"You don't know what you're saying, Kydd." She snapped, quickly standing to put distance between them. She had never thought about this before. Did Kydd really feel this way or was he just trying to comfort her. She never thought she was that beautiful, but she had never given much thought to it. Maybe, MAYBE, if she wore her hair down, and wore a dress. But even then she thought she was just average.

Why couldn't he fall for Elisabeth, she's much prettier than me...

"Yes I do."

"Well, then I'm sorry Kydd. I have never seen you that way and I never intend to. You're like a little brother to me, nothing more, nothing less." The look on his face was gut-wrenching. "I'm sorry."

"Me too."

In one night, Trinity had run away from the only two people who mattered most to her.

How could things be going so completely wrong? Bloody pirates!