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Forgive any language butchering...I'm not so good at pirate lol. May contain DMC spoilers.
Something finally showing
Chapter 14: Insight
Fiona leaned against the door breathing heavily as tears sprung to her eyes, she had never yelled at anyone so violently before and had never once cried over anything she had said to a person. Fiona realized then Jack had pointed out one major point which he had been trying to hammer into her head since she met him, Fiona was alone and no one actually cared but some fictional character she had never really been thrilled with to begin with. "Oh hell…he's finally getting to me and proving his point." She thought irritably before sighing and listening intently to the door aware of feet pacing in front of her room. Jack started to pace the hall after her lecture echoed over and over again in his mind. He had pushed every major issue he could think of with her and finally bluntly stated the fact again setting her into a violent rampage. "I shouldn't have put it so bluntly…bloody twit." He thought glaring at the door hard for a long time startled when it slowly opened revealing Fiona who had her head lowered arms crossed.
"Ye want the rest of me head love?" Jack asked as Fiona shook her head carefully hiding her slightly glistening eyes and trying to come up with something mean to say, but remembering she had run out of retorts earlier.
"Actually Jack…you made one point very clear to me tonight." Fiona said not caring at that point if she had tears in her eyes or not as she met brown eyes with brown eyes and sighed sadly. "My family are probably very glad I'm gone…I doubt Tia Dalma really needs to make any effort sending me home, I'll just get off at the next Port and come up with a plan from there." She said shutting the door in a most certainly stunned looking Jack Sparrows face before locking it behind her.
"Oiy she's lost her bloody mind." Jack thought before staring hard at the door wondering if he should confront her on her decision or let Tia Dalma deal with her. "We'll be in Tia's realm soon enough…I'll let her handle it, maybe Anna-Maria can shed some light on things around here." He thought tilting his head in thought as he toyed with his beard before quickly making his way to the crews' quarters seeing Anna-Maria was apparently expecting him as she stepped from the entry way making him do a Jack Sparrow spasm before eyeing her suspiciously. "Damn women are always out to get me." He thought glancing around the nearly asleep crew and motioning for her to follow him, where he took over helm duty for Gibbs and watched Anna-Maria easily lean against the railing of the ship eyeing him.
"What has she told ye about herself Anna?" Jack inquired very aware that Anna-Maria was the only person on the ship Fiona hadn't alienated completely.
"Why woul ye thin she told me anythin?" Anna-Maria asked seeing Jack was contemplating several things at once and becoming all to aware that he was too curious about Fiona for his own good at the moment. "She'll kill the both of us if I speak up." She muttered startled when Jack narrowed his eyes at her and growled a curse of two.
"I don't bloody give a damn…speak up woman." Jack snapped as Anna-Maria narrowed her eyes at him giving him one of her most familiar dangerous looks. "Please?" he asked back tracking all too aware he would be feeling a stinging cheek if he wasn't careful.
"Fine." Anna-Maria muttered explaining that Fiona didn't really have any friend in her family or outside it. Fiona had told her a lot about herself over her stay on the Pearl, but Anna-Maria was rapidly getting bored with the conversation and after an hour decided to go to bed and ignored Jacks annoyed protests as she vanished below deck.
"Damn woman." Jack thought irritably before he stared out across the waters in thought analyzing all he had learned about Fiona and realizing the fact he pointed out just how well she avoided people had probably really made her face facts. Somehow Jack had to get Fiona to open up and try to become a friendlier person before Tia Dalma sent her home, or so he thought he had too. "Why do I care…bloody hell." Jack thought realizing no matter how much he detested Fiona something about her had intrigued him a great deal and for once it wasn't just her assets. Jack nearly leapt over the helm as a hand gently touched his shoulder forcing him to turn rapidly before turning back to the helm and then watching Fiona make her way in his eye sight staring out across the water briefly before narrowing her eyes suspiciously in his direction aware they were still heading to Tia Dalma's and weren't far off from what she could guess.
"I told you to drop me off at the next port…not head to some voodoo queen that has no idea what I'm like or really would want to find out." Fiona grumbled as Jack pointedly ignored her annoyance and continued to stare out across the water wrinkling his nose faintly in irritation as Fiona started to tap her fingers irritably on the railing.
"Stop that bloody noise." Jack snapped as Fiona abruptly stopped tapping the railing and turned glaring at Jack. "Ye are going to see Tia whether ye like it or not. Someone has got to get through those blasted walls ye have up. I think ye have more of them then I do." He muttered glancing around himself seeing that it wouldn't be long before they were outside the waterway to Tia Dalma's bayou. "Besides…no matter what I do yer still going to kill me…Tia is better at dealing with this then I am." He thought aware of a sharp pain as Fiona smacked him hard in the arm getting his attention back rather abruptly.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do Jack…I refuse to see some weird quack that knows too much for her own good. I am getting off at the nearest port and going to try and start a life." Fiona said ignoring the dark look she was receiving before becoming aware of a very sharp whistle covering her ears against the invading sound. "Was that necessary?" she snapped rubbing her ears becoming aware of one of the crewmen coming to take over the helm and stifling a yelp as Jacks hand locked around Fiona's arm dragging her rather violently down the stairs and toward his cabin. "I don't think so Jack." Fiona thought kicking him as hard as she could in the shin, surprised when all he did was curse violently before limping the rest of the way shoving her in and blocking the door rubbing his sore shin.
"Why the bloody hell can't ye stop beating on me?" Jack snapped cursing irritably as Fiona turned to swing at him, he quickly ducked aware of a loud cracking sound and a sharp yelp that followed watching Fiona cradling her left fist gently in her right arm and fighting back tears. "Let me see that." He ordered as Fiona jerked her head up and shook her head turning away from him and making her way over to his deck near the light so she could inspect what kind of damage she had done. "Fiona…I'm not asking." He said as she glared at him but before she could retort he had her hand gently cupped in his own inspecting what kind of damage she had done to her knuckles, which were starting to bruise and look rather ugly in what little light there was in his cabin.
"Ow." Fiona hissed as Jack tested the movement very carefully and winced himself realizing she more than likely had broken a couple of her knuckles in her rampage. "Let go." She growled as Jack ignored her and fished around his desk finding a clean rag slowly wrapping her bruising possibly broken knuckles and then he gently released her hand rummaging around his cabin tossing things out of his path as he went finding the rum he was looking for and handing her a bottle.
"It will stop the pain for a while." Jack murmured ignoring the dark look he was getting and walking over to his bed tossing off his boots and leaning against the headboard thoughtfully sipping at his rum and watching as Fiona stood walking toward the cabin door grumbling as she realized he had locked her in. "Ye aren't going anywhere love…for all I know ye may jump overboard before I get ye to Tia's." he said ignoring the muffled curses and smirking as Fiona glared at him making her way slowly toward him.
"You pull a stunt like this morning Jack and Tia will be sewing you back together again." Fiona warned ignoring the smirk on his face as she slid up against the wall on his bed glaring at him and cradling her hand against her chest wincing at the pain. Fiona took a sip of the rum and nearly choked before hearing a defined chuckle and glaring at Jack her eyes barely slits in the barely lit cabin.
"It's a little stronger then the stuff the crew drinks Fiona." Jack said seeing her nod the dark look never leaving her face. "I won't do anything…I think I've done plenty for one day." He said with a satisfied chuckle before tilting his hat over his eyes and sitting aside his rum.
"More than enough." Fiona thought glaring at Jack who was clearly not asleep even though he was trying to pretend he was. For several minutes all she did was stare around the cabin her knuckles the only thing on her mind at the moment, while they continued to throb in protest reminding her about her stupidity. Fiona then heard a sigh and glanced over at Jack who had sat up observing her seeing her eyes were glazed with tears and she was wincing faintly each time she shifted position. "I hate when women cry…bloody women too emotional." Jack thought not really meaning his thoughts while he observed Fiona wince again and rolled his eyes before reaching over ignoring her startled protest as he pulled her back against the headboard and adjusted one of the many pillows under her bruised hand and carefully undid the make-shift bandage observing the bruise and crooked shape her hand was currently in. "She's going to murder me after this." He thought gently grasping the broken appendages and seeing Fiona flinch at the gentle touch startled when he yanked on the hand forcing the bones back into place and catching her across the arms as she tried to violently jerk up and kill him in the process of yelling loudly in pain. Jack after getting her to calm down ignored her violent cursing and dangerous look before redoing the make-shift cast and finding a piece of one of the many broken rum crates to support and splint the broken bones.
"Had to straighten them out love." Jack muttered startled when her good arm violently caught him square in the chest forcing him to grunt in surprise and irritation. "Feel better now?" he hissed as Fiona glared at him and scowling irritably staring anywhere but the dark look she was receiving. "Maybe Tia can come up with something for those." He grumbled ignoring her and rolling over to sleep.
"He's pretending to care." Fiona thought closing her eyes thoughtfully aware of the form of Jack being conveniently close to her body and sighing irritably flashbacks from her dreams again invading her thoughts. "He actually did care if I hurt myself and now those dreams are becoming more frequent…why do I have to have dreams about him…I greatly dislike him and would love to bluntly knock off that damn smirk of his." She thought suddenly aware of a tilting sensation of the ship and snapping her eyes open glancing out one of the windows of the cabin aware of heavy rain spattering against the windows and hearing a brief rumble of thunder in the distance. Fiona for as long as she could remember loved storms, rain and the soothing feel it gave her and found herself suddenly relaxing aware of Jack suddenly sitting up observing her in a peaceful state for a moment before standing and walking to the cabin opening his door to find Gibbs about to knock. Jack listened to Gibbs explain that the storm wasn't serious and they would be fine if Jack cared to rest and keep an eye on their less then desirable guest. To Gibbs's shock Jack gave a curt nod and shut the cabin door walking cautiously over to the bed and returning to his spot aware of dark eyes following his every movement.
"Jack…why have…why do you choose to be alone?" Fiona asked quirking her brows observing the narrowed eyes in her direction aware Jack was far from open about himself, but she thought maybe she could make an attempt to try and like him…maybe.
"Ye so kindly pointed out once I wasn't alone." Jack muttered referring to Fiona's knowledge about Elizabeth and his past mistakes. "Of coarse the whelp is much safer and more suited to what she chose." He muttered ignoring the softened look on Fiona which he didn't know the woman was capable of.
"Point taken." Fiona muttered seeing she had touched on a sore subject as usual. "Was Elizabeth the only one you ever got close to?" she questioned seeing Jack give her a highly suspicious look before a curious smirk appeared across his face. "Either he is very annoyed or amused…both?" she thought observing him as he leaned against the headboard on his side to observe her closer.
"I have fallen for women before…Lizzie was just one of the many I made the mistake of getting too close too…guess what, being a pirate pays off. Ye never get hurt if ye shut out the world." Jack murmured aware of Fiona studying thoroughly interested in the conversation for once instead of wanting to throttle him within an inch of his existence. "Since yer so interested in me…what about yer past loves?" he questioned quirking a brow aware of Fiona's eyes narrowing to warning slits.
"None of your business." Fiona snapped ignoring the raised brow and sighing irritably. "I guess fair is fair." She muttered crossly aware he had said things that most hadn't known about him and he did help her hand, even if it was a painful way to help. "I let a couple in…why do you think I'm such a bitch?" she questioned snorting angrily at the thought of how two of her former boyfriends had easily used her and manipulated her. "They both currently work in a fast food restaurant now, I graduated and got a degree in writing…can't find a job I like though." She muttered aware of breathing very close to her ear, much closer then she would allow anyone into her personal space. "Care to die…I still have one working hand." She snapped turning and observing the very close Jack who was smirking seductively, which reminded her of her almost forgotten but not forgotten dreams.
"I'm aware ye have a good hand left to kill me with." Jack said his smirk fading aware of Fiona carefully balling up the good fist ready to aim it at his smirking face. "Ye don't want to break that one too…we all know how quick I am." He said with a smile as Fiona snorted her irritation and kicked him instead hearing an annoyed growl before flinching at the movement triggered by her kicking.
"Ouch…son of a bitch." Fiona hissed glaring at Jack for a long while before he sighed rolling over for the night giving up any more of his further flirtations and suggestions. "He isn't so bad…if he would think with one head more often then the other." She thought smiling at her own joke and closing her eyes attempting to sleep.
Jack woke carefully the next morning startled to find that in the night Fiona had managed to shift around in bed and was lying across his shoulder her sore hand very carefully tucked at a comfortable angle against the pillows. "Did I miss something?" Jack wondered aware of her soft hair near his cheek as he observed her peaceful face and found himself studying her carefully. Her face was soft in the light of his cabin, her long dark lashes concealing her normally warm oval brown eyes, her lips were slightly thin but fit her thin face, and finally he noticed how her hair fell like dark silk around her as she slept there unaware of his observations. "This woman is so violent, yet I can't get her out of me head or off me bloody ship." He thought sighing annoyed that once she woke up he would hear it from her as always and she would more than likely try to do something again violent to his person. Fiona slowly fluttered her lids open aware of mumbled curses barely audible beside her and noticed that she was using Jack as a pillow currently, which she found highly un-amusing until she tuned into his rants.
"Bloody woman will wake up and threaten me even though I could have shoved her off when I woke, but noooo…she will just ignore me and violently attack me. This woman has got the worst temper I have ever witnessed." Jack muttered cursing avidly as he continued to rant unaware Fiona had woken and was quietly studying him in the very little light.
"Just like in the movie…yet far greater sadness lingers in those eyes. I'm going to turn into Jack, alone, miserable, drunk…and mostly alone." Fiona thought observing Jack ranting with his one free hand currently gesturing as though he was discussing something with his crew. Jack suddenly froze aware of a prickling sensation he was all to familiar with as he glanced down and noticed brown eyes observing his rant, but Fiona had not attacked him for the moment which struck him as odd. "She didn't kill me…what's the catch?" he wondered watching Fiona cautiously test her hand and curse avidly recalling the pain she was really in. Fiona with much effort sat up allowing Jack to turn and watch her carefully examining her good hand and legs for signs of violence. Fiona then watched as Jack cautiously unwrapped her hand observing the almost black and purple bruise that had formed permanently on her olive tan skin. "I hope Tia Dalma can fix this." Jack thought wrinkling his nose in annoyance as a knock sounded on his cabin.
"Stay here…I will be back to wrap that better." Jack warned ignoring any possibilities of Fiona protesting as he exited his cabin rather abruptly. "What do ye want?" he snapped aware they were outside of Tia Dalma's Bayou and the crew were getting the longboats ready to enter into the swamp area to see the witch.
"I though tis was bes ter le ye know where we were Cap' ain." Muttered Anna-Maria sourly before turning on her heel and leaving Jack to stare after her annoyed retreating form.
"Right." Jack muttered crossly before returning to his cabin scowling at Fiona who was trying not to move her hand much as she shifted in the bed attempting to leave it. "I thought I warned ye to stay yer arse put." He said a smirk on his face after Fiona gave him a dark look and narrowed her eyes to irritated slits. "We be going to Tia's. I suggest we get ye patched up again." He muttered as Fiona was aware of Jack tenderly taking care of her broken knuckles again and flinching as he paused in his work observing an odd mark on the underside of her arm where he had shifted the sleave of her shirt up. "What's this?" he questioned curiously.
"A tattoo." Fiona remarked irritably wishing Jack would hurry up so she could get out of the blasted pirate world and far away from the man that was currently annoying her beyond no end. "It's not like you've never seen one." She muttered pointing to his sparrow tattoo with her good hand and narrowing her eyes irritably as Jack continued to observe the tattoo before finishing his work on her hand.
"I know that…I just didn't know ye were one of those Gypsies." Jack murmured observing the questioning look on Fiona's face as she glanced at the tattoo she had gotten for her eighteenth birthday from her grandmother of all people, which shocked almost the entire family. "Ye have no idea what I'm talking about do ye?" he asked as Fiona shook her head and glanced at the tattoo on her arm thoughtfully. The tattoo was a red and yellow rose combined around an intricate magic symbol her grandmother had told her would reflect the family power that had chosen to reside in her.
"My grandmother said it would protect me and the family power. I got those damn books that brought me here the same day she took me to get my tattoo…what do you know about it?" Fiona questioned observing the curious look Jack was studying her with.
"Tia Dalma knows about it…I think it best she explains, I'm not entirely sure I paid enough attention when she asked for me to find something from a tribe of Gypsies that had taken refuge in India." Jack murmured seeing Fiona's eyes were glistening with an evil look he was all to familiar with.
"If it's bad…I may kill her after I throttle you." Fiona warned with a hiss and dark look seeing Jack sigh before narrowing his eyes in irritation.
"Threaten all ye want lass…yer going to see that blasted woman." Jack snapped ignoring the evil look he was receiving seeing Fiona very carefully cross her arms resting her bad one gently on her arm. "I'll carrying ye if I have to Fiona." He warned as she narrowed her eyes and clenched her jaw. "Fine." Jack thought easily scooping the startled suddenly cursing woman up bridal style and exiting his cabin aware of Gibbs observing the pair cautiously from the now open door.