The minute Jack stepped back onboard the Black Pearl, Meg confronted him.
"We have to talk," she said, her face angled upward but nonetheless defiant.
"Oh really?" asked Jack mildly, allowing himself to be towed along the deck and down to the first place that Meg could think of: the galley. Miraculously, Jacques wasn't there.
Meg cast a quick look around to make sure that the boy wasn't hiding around somewhere, then locked and bolted the door. She turned to face Jack, who had seated himself nonchalantly on the stool. "You said we needed to talk?" he inquired conversationally.
"Yes-we-do," said Meg through gritted teeth. She managed to unclench her jaw and took a breath. "I need you to let me off this ship now," she said more quietly, but the steel in her words did not go undetected. However, Captain Jack Sparrow was no weakling.
"And why would that be, love?" he said.
At this Meg lost it. "You don't KNOW?! I've been stuck on this filthy ship for a MONTH now, I'm going to have your bloody child, quite obviously you won't settle down or whatnot, and so I want OUT! And you're not giving it to me?!? Let the Lord condemn your wretched soul as he sees fit. pirate."
The last word she had hissed slowly, as if to say that she would no longer recognize his name except by that brand, that a month spent on his ship meant nothing, that she would not acknowledge him by the name that he loved to flaunt.
Jack was quiet. His eyes were slightly widened, dark pools that were intense with emotion - Meg, that unlikely temptress, was now unraveled - one wrong word could sever the strands that held her together. He would have to be careful to keep this precious being - oh, she was more than prepared to leave him, but unwillingly.?
But now she collapsed against the range, tense, her face ravaged with held- in sobs of rage and sorrow. She tried to still her shaking body as Jack began to speak, but could only manage to stay silent.
"Now, love," he said softly -"The Black Pearl isn't filthy, it's a lovely ship. And yes, I am a pirate." Jack let these words settle as he practically glowed with pride. "But whatever made you think that I wouldn't 'settle down or whatnot'?"
Meg was severely startled. "But I - but you - Tortuga -"
"Well," Jack said softly, "I wouldn't exactly be willing to take a wife; I'm not that kind of man, if you know what I mean. But a mistress."
Meg's head was pounding with too many emotions to count. "So you mean. when you told Will. what you meant was."
"Aye, love," Jack confirmed. He smiled at her. "Savvy?"
"We have to talk," she said, her face angled upward but nonetheless defiant.
"Oh really?" asked Jack mildly, allowing himself to be towed along the deck and down to the first place that Meg could think of: the galley. Miraculously, Jacques wasn't there.
Meg cast a quick look around to make sure that the boy wasn't hiding around somewhere, then locked and bolted the door. She turned to face Jack, who had seated himself nonchalantly on the stool. "You said we needed to talk?" he inquired conversationally.
"Yes-we-do," said Meg through gritted teeth. She managed to unclench her jaw and took a breath. "I need you to let me off this ship now," she said more quietly, but the steel in her words did not go undetected. However, Captain Jack Sparrow was no weakling.
"And why would that be, love?" he said.
At this Meg lost it. "You don't KNOW?! I've been stuck on this filthy ship for a MONTH now, I'm going to have your bloody child, quite obviously you won't settle down or whatnot, and so I want OUT! And you're not giving it to me?!? Let the Lord condemn your wretched soul as he sees fit. pirate."
The last word she had hissed slowly, as if to say that she would no longer recognize his name except by that brand, that a month spent on his ship meant nothing, that she would not acknowledge him by the name that he loved to flaunt.
Jack was quiet. His eyes were slightly widened, dark pools that were intense with emotion - Meg, that unlikely temptress, was now unraveled - one wrong word could sever the strands that held her together. He would have to be careful to keep this precious being - oh, she was more than prepared to leave him, but unwillingly.?
But now she collapsed against the range, tense, her face ravaged with held- in sobs of rage and sorrow. She tried to still her shaking body as Jack began to speak, but could only manage to stay silent.
"Now, love," he said softly -"The Black Pearl isn't filthy, it's a lovely ship. And yes, I am a pirate." Jack let these words settle as he practically glowed with pride. "But whatever made you think that I wouldn't 'settle down or whatnot'?"
Meg was severely startled. "But I - but you - Tortuga -"
"Well," Jack said softly, "I wouldn't exactly be willing to take a wife; I'm not that kind of man, if you know what I mean. But a mistress."
Meg's head was pounding with too many emotions to count. "So you mean. when you told Will. what you meant was."
"Aye, love," Jack confirmed. He smiled at her. "Savvy?"