A/N: Thanks very much my awesome reviewers! :D Since I am in a good mood, I decided to update! And here is Part 2! Yay! :D Although, I had to throw in a cliffhanger. :P I couldn't help myself. XD Anyways, I want to thank my reviewers for last chapter again so here is the list of my wonderful reviewers: LittleSecrets, Captain Tash, Lily Yamamoto, Odette, Skomie, linalove, and phantomofthecaribbean!
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Odette- Part 2 is going to be in the same story. :) I'm too lazy to try to think of another story title. Thanks for the brilliant review! :) And thanks for wishing me luck! :D I did manage to pull up my english grade to an A so I can get all A's on my report card! :P Thanks to your luck wishing. XD
I hope everyone enjoys the chapter! :)
Part 2
The room was empty and eerily silent, besides him occupying it; it was times like these when he would think of her, wondering if she ever done the same or if she married Norrington just like she said. He took a swig from his rum bottle before he placed it on the table. She was in the past, so why was she still in his head? He was definitely in need of more rum.
"Now who 'as gotten me Jackie boy all smitten?" Captain Teague walked into the room, taking a seat across from Jack.
"Whatever do you mean?" Jack replied, feigning as if he didn't know what his father meant. "Nothing has gotten me smitten. Unless you're talking about rum, then—,"
"I know that look. You could never fool me, Jackie. Now who is the woman that got me boy so besotted that he can't even think straight?" Captain Teague asked, watching his son fidget uncomfortably. He had watched his son carefully since the three months he had been in Shipwreck Cove and he noticed something off about Jack. After hearing a few of Jack's crewmembers chat, he heard a name and how a certain lass affected Jack.
Jack sat there silently, being stubborn and not willing to say her name. His father cleared his throat, and Jack grunted with annoyance. "Emma Swann." He finally said, glancing at his father to see his reaction. "She deceived me, Dad. I thought I could trust her, but that evil wench tried to kill me—,"
"Hold up there." Teague smiled, laughing at his son's foolishness.
"It's not funny!" Jack huffed, crossing his arms under his chest. "That bloody wench—,"
"Is on her way to becoming a pirate." Teague interrupted. "Give her another chance."
"And have her murder me again? No bloody thank you! Besides, she doesn't even return any of my feelings." Jack retorted, removing his feet from the table.
"Insecurities, Jackie. You'll never know if you don't try." Teague replied with a smirk.
"I am not insecure! And I did try! She went off to marry some barmy stiff ol' bloke." Jack growled, arising from his chair with anger. His annoying dad wouldn't stop bothering him about Emma. If his father knew how evil she was and… He sank back down into his chair with defeat. He just couldn't push aside his feelings. And he never did try to find out if she cared… Even though she did mention that she loved him once… but surely that was a mistake?
"You didn't try hard enough. Go after her." his father instructed before he arose from his chair, leaving the room with a smile.
He couldn't just leave and go after her. The war between the EITC and pirates was still going on. Beckett said he would come back within three months, and it already was three months. He decided then that he would visit her after the war.
Arising from his seat, he sauntered out of the room and headed for his ship. The war was just about to begin.
Emma awoke with a jolt, panting heavily while her thin nightgown clung to her sweaty body. She had some difficulties standing up before she lighted her lamp. She looked down at her huge stomach, which protruded out due to the child. She wondered if Jack ever thought of her like she thought of him. She wondered if he was doing fine out at sea. From the information that she gathered, she heard that there was going to be a war in a few days between all pirates and the EITC.
Her fiancé was among them, although she pleaded him to stay with her. He was probably fuming because he found out that she was with child and that child wasn't even his. He may have acted like he didn't mind, but perhaps, he did mind. She frowned with disappointment, hoping that Jack and Norrington wouldn't get hurt.
She opened the drawer that was part of the nightstand, reaching far back in the drawer. Feeling metal, she pulled out Jack's ring, placing it on her right hand thumb.
The Black Pearl was the lead ship and Jack ordered them to sail straight towards the Flying Dutchman.
"Hard to port!" Jack ordered, warily watching Davy Jones's ship. "Prepare to fire the cannons!"
His men started to light the cannons before they boomed off, hitting the Dutchman as it pulled alongside of the Pearl.
Soon, the crewmembers from the Dutchman swung over to the Pearl, pulling out their weapons and attacking.
Jack unsheathed his sword and joined in the fight, his sword clashing against a familiar one. "Ah, Admiral Norrington." He sneered mockingly as his opponent parried his blow.
"Jack Sparrow." Norrington greeted with a sneer of his own.
"It's Captain." Jack corrected with annoyance, thrusting his sword to the left side of Norrington, but Norrington dodged the attack. "I suppose all is well for the East India Trading Company."
"Now is not the best time for pleasantries." Norrington replied, returning a swing of his sword while Jack held his sword in the way to stop it from cutting his arm.
"Fine but there is one thing I ask of you." Jack said, giving more forceful thrusts at Norrington. "Stay away from Emma."
"Beg your pardon?" Norrington frowned with bafflement; why and how did Emma know of Jack Sparrow?
"Emma Swann." Jack said as realization hit Norrington. Taking Norrington's distraction as a chance to disarm him, Jack stuck the tip of his sword through the handle of Norrington's sword, flinging the sword out of Norrington's hand. "Stay away from 'er."
Hatred boiled within Norrington's head as he glowered at Jack. "I suppose it's your child then." He spat as Jack's sword was held at his throat.
"What child?" It was Jack's turn to be confused; he hadn't a clue what Norrington was talking about. A child?
"Oh, don't pretend to be clueless. You left her when she was with child." Norrington replied irately, jutting his chin out as he felt the blade digging into his neck. It had to be Jack's child because he could be the only man who could woo a hardheaded woman such as Emma into his bed. And Jack only could be as ruthless, leaving a pregnant woman alone when she needed him the most.
"She was with child?" Jack suddenly removed his sword from Norrington's neck, sheathing it before he grabbed Norrington by the collar of his shirt. "For how long?" he growled, glaring at Norrington.
"Four months." Norrington answered, yanking Jack's hand off his shirt. "I'll only spare you for the child. Your child would wonder who his or her father is." He picked up his sword and sheathed it, although the Black Pearl's crew was still fighting with the Flying Dutchman's crew. "Shall we call a truce between us?"
"Fine." Jack replied, feeling even more betrayed than before. He remembered four months ago that they were in the Locker, all alone. The child had to be his… But how could she hide all these things between them? He had to pay her a visit sooner than expected…
"And I cannot stay away from Emma because… I love her." Norrington said, watching Jack's eyes widen with shock. "Even though the child may be yours… I will promise to take care of the child as if the child were mine."
"Are you… married to 'er?" Jack gulped nervously, wanting him to say no.
"When I return, we will be." Norrington responded, feeling guilty for separating Jack from his child. But in honest truth, Jack wouldn't offer to support Emma or the child, or so he thought…
It was difficult for him to swallow as he heard those words. Norrington and her will be married… Mrs. Emma Norrington… Not Mrs. Emma Sparrow… "Send her my regards when you see her." Jack choked out.
"I will." Norrington smiled amiably, happy that there was no conflict between Jack and him.
"Is the 'eart on the Dutchman?" Jack asked, as Norrington absentmindedly nodded his head. "Cheers to ye, mate." He plastered on a smile and grabbed a rope, swinging across from the Pearl to the Dutchman.
"Wait!" Norrington said, realizing his mistake, and started to chase after Jack. As he made it over to the Dutchman, Davy Jones, who was smirking, confronted him.
"Do you feel dead?" Davy Jones let out an evil laugh, holding his sword right at Norrington's neck.
A/N: Cliffhanger! :D Yay! I finally get to throw one in after a couple of chapters. Soo... it's time for me to start my homework so off I go. Please leave a review! :) Thanks!
