Isabella woke up in the cabin she and Jack shared with her head propped up
on a rather large pile of pillows. It only took her a quick moment to see
Jack fast asleep and leaning on the bed, and a minute more to notice that
they were holding hands. She squeezed his calloused hand as if to question
it's existence. What if this were just a dream?
A short, skinny cabin boy came into the dark, candle-lit room with a large ceramic bowl of clear water. "Oh, Miss Angel. Ye awake! Da captain. oh," he took notice of Jack slumped on the edge of the bed. "Well'n, ye should wake em up, eh? He's gunna wanna see ya alright."
"Why do you say that?" Isabella said, sitting up the short distance from her pillow pile to an upright position and groaning in the process.
"Eh, Miss Angel, iffen it's not too forward." The boy hesitated. He took no notice to the groan.
"No, go ahead."
"Mister Captain Jack loves ye. Iffin ye look in 'is eyes ye can tell. An' 'e was scoldin' me the other day," The boy blushed deeply for being yelled at, "And 'e said yer name, forgot why 'e was yellin' at me, and walked off all dreamy like. Even a boy like me can tell."
Isabella looked at him thoughtfully, head cocked. For a uneasy moment he shrunk back towards the door, for he thought she would hit him. Instead, she said, "What's your name?"
"Ye gunna be reportin' me, then?" The boy said with a tinge of unhappiness coating his voice.
"No. Nothing to report. What is your name?"
"Elijah." He smiled, proud of his name. "It's me dad's name, eh. 'E was a great one, a great pirate. But his ship, the Majesty, be shot down into Davy Jones's locker, keen?"
"I'm sure he was. Be proud of your name forever, Elijah. I was named for my mother." Isabella surprised herself. She was believing the lie she made up three months ago. She was Eve, not Isabella, not Angel. She was really named by her father, who said she brought life back to him like Eve from the bible story. Her middle name was from her grandmother, Isabella, a wise healer.
"Thank ye, Miss Angel. I will be. Promise."
Isabella gave him a soft hug and sent him to on his way in Tortuga. Jack awoke just as the door closed the daylight out.
"'Ello, luv," He said sleepily, "Ye sleep alright? Ye took a nasty fall. landed straight on yer shoulder. I had.ah, Elijah? Taking care of ye." Jack looked concerned, a face he had obviously not practiced much.
"I slept fine, Jack. Elijah just came in. We had a little conversation. Sweet boy. What is he, 14?"
"Somethin' 'long those lines. 'Ow should I know?!"
"You're the captain, Jack, you should know these things," Isabella teased.
Jack suddenly became thoughtful, also a face he rarely practiced. "Angel, ye mind me callin' ye that? Tha whole crew does, and I neva' really asked." Jack nearly shook his head in disbelief of what he was saying! She was a just woman! He shouldn't care what she thinks!
But she wasn't just a woman, was she? Not to him.
She was life.
***
Day by day, on the Black Pearl, Jack watched Isabella work and plunder, drink her share of rum, and fight with anyone who ticked her off. And day by passing day, he began to notice that her eyes were getting bluer and greener.
***
A month later, Jack gave her a sword made by a man she vaguely remembered, William Turner, the man like, um, what was his name? On that day, her eyes were the color of the sea during a storm, and her smile brighter than the sun. Engraved in the sword was a depiction of a flame. And if you looked into the center of the frame, you would see neat scribbling that said, "Angel Fire". And the final touch was on the handle, where sat a ruby shaped in a heart.
***
It was August 6th, a warm sunset occuring, and life was dying down on the decks of the Black Pearl. And on that twilight evening, Jack Sparrow stood at the tip of the ship with Isabella Angel, and proposed to her with a ruby/onyx ring encrusted in silver. And as he slipped the ring onto her long fingers, diamond tears of happiness fell from her eyes, and she replied, "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes." And they were married in October in England, by a man who lived on the Salisbury Plains. The vows were exchanged, and right before Jack kissed his bride, he looked into her eyes. Her sea-green eyes.
And Angel wore a blood-red dress with black lace, and though she couldn't remember where she had gotten it, she knew that in some way, it was connected to the pirate-coin choker that adorned her neck that day.
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A short, skinny cabin boy came into the dark, candle-lit room with a large ceramic bowl of clear water. "Oh, Miss Angel. Ye awake! Da captain. oh," he took notice of Jack slumped on the edge of the bed. "Well'n, ye should wake em up, eh? He's gunna wanna see ya alright."
"Why do you say that?" Isabella said, sitting up the short distance from her pillow pile to an upright position and groaning in the process.
"Eh, Miss Angel, iffen it's not too forward." The boy hesitated. He took no notice to the groan.
"No, go ahead."
"Mister Captain Jack loves ye. Iffin ye look in 'is eyes ye can tell. An' 'e was scoldin' me the other day," The boy blushed deeply for being yelled at, "And 'e said yer name, forgot why 'e was yellin' at me, and walked off all dreamy like. Even a boy like me can tell."
Isabella looked at him thoughtfully, head cocked. For a uneasy moment he shrunk back towards the door, for he thought she would hit him. Instead, she said, "What's your name?"
"Ye gunna be reportin' me, then?" The boy said with a tinge of unhappiness coating his voice.
"No. Nothing to report. What is your name?"
"Elijah." He smiled, proud of his name. "It's me dad's name, eh. 'E was a great one, a great pirate. But his ship, the Majesty, be shot down into Davy Jones's locker, keen?"
"I'm sure he was. Be proud of your name forever, Elijah. I was named for my mother." Isabella surprised herself. She was believing the lie she made up three months ago. She was Eve, not Isabella, not Angel. She was really named by her father, who said she brought life back to him like Eve from the bible story. Her middle name was from her grandmother, Isabella, a wise healer.
"Thank ye, Miss Angel. I will be. Promise."
Isabella gave him a soft hug and sent him to on his way in Tortuga. Jack awoke just as the door closed the daylight out.
"'Ello, luv," He said sleepily, "Ye sleep alright? Ye took a nasty fall. landed straight on yer shoulder. I had.ah, Elijah? Taking care of ye." Jack looked concerned, a face he had obviously not practiced much.
"I slept fine, Jack. Elijah just came in. We had a little conversation. Sweet boy. What is he, 14?"
"Somethin' 'long those lines. 'Ow should I know?!"
"You're the captain, Jack, you should know these things," Isabella teased.
Jack suddenly became thoughtful, also a face he rarely practiced. "Angel, ye mind me callin' ye that? Tha whole crew does, and I neva' really asked." Jack nearly shook his head in disbelief of what he was saying! She was a just woman! He shouldn't care what she thinks!
But she wasn't just a woman, was she? Not to him.
She was life.
***
Day by day, on the Black Pearl, Jack watched Isabella work and plunder, drink her share of rum, and fight with anyone who ticked her off. And day by passing day, he began to notice that her eyes were getting bluer and greener.
***
A month later, Jack gave her a sword made by a man she vaguely remembered, William Turner, the man like, um, what was his name? On that day, her eyes were the color of the sea during a storm, and her smile brighter than the sun. Engraved in the sword was a depiction of a flame. And if you looked into the center of the frame, you would see neat scribbling that said, "Angel Fire". And the final touch was on the handle, where sat a ruby shaped in a heart.
***
It was August 6th, a warm sunset occuring, and life was dying down on the decks of the Black Pearl. And on that twilight evening, Jack Sparrow stood at the tip of the ship with Isabella Angel, and proposed to her with a ruby/onyx ring encrusted in silver. And as he slipped the ring onto her long fingers, diamond tears of happiness fell from her eyes, and she replied, "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes." And they were married in October in England, by a man who lived on the Salisbury Plains. The vows were exchanged, and right before Jack kissed his bride, he looked into her eyes. Her sea-green eyes.
And Angel wore a blood-red dress with black lace, and though she couldn't remember where she had gotten it, she knew that in some way, it was connected to the pirate-coin choker that adorned her neck that day.
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hey! Don't go away, this isn't the end yet! Thanks to all my reviewers! It'll keep coming, PROMISE! Jack: She's going to forget it, isn't she? Me: AM NOT!