Chapter 15-The Opportune Moment
A/n: sorry if anyone has taken this chapter name already, I know it's common and famous.
Rowena drew in a sharp breath as Jack led her through the cave's twisted pathways. When they were finally out, Jack breathed in deep the smell of the sea. "Ah, back home." He sighed, but didn't let go of Rowena's hand. She sighed too, not knowing what she was sighing about. They climbed aboard the Bloody Mary and set sail for Tortuga, in hopes of returning Rowena to her ship.
It was nighttime, and the moon was full. Jack left his post to go sit with Rowena in her cabin. "Jack." She whispered. "Aye." He said, completely aware of the fear in her voice. "Ragetti's dead for good, right?" Jack nodded. "Dear god I hope so." He joked. Then he put his arm around her. 'It's just a friendly gesture of comfort', Rowena reminded herself shakily. Jack didn't remove his arm, so she rested her head nervously on his shoulder.
"Fellin' better luv?" He asked her. She nodded. Then she did something she would never do. She brought her face closer to Jack's. Their lips were about to meet, when Jack pulled away. "As much as I love kisses, and I do, I don' think this is the best idea, love." She frowned. Didn't he love romance? "Why not?" She asked. She tried not to sound hurt, and wondered if it was working. Jack worked his face into a smile. "See, I've got somethin' to tell yeh." She looked expectantly at him. He decided that this was the opportune moment.
"Luv, yer my sister."
She stared at him, almost falling off her bed. "What?" Jack's face softened. "I know it's hard to believe, luv, but look. I've got proof." He pulled his compass out of his pocket and unfolded the paper that went with it. She read, her eyes growing wider by the minute. "Jack Sparrow," She finished. "Relations. Mother: Lenore Maynard, Father: Jacob Sparrow, Sister: Rowena Maynard-Sparrow. No further relations were accounted for."
She put down the letter and looked up at Jack. "So, yer my brother?" She pulled out her own compass. Balled up inside the bottom was a slip of paper with the same readouts, only descriptions that fit her instead of Jack. Her height at birth, weight at birth, and DoB. And of course her relations, Jack included. She dropped her compass to the floor and hugged Jack.
Jack looked around uncomfortably and pulled Rowena from him.
"Luv, breathing
room, member?" She blushed. "Now, to Tortuga." Jack yelled, and walked back to his place at the steer. Rowena stared after him in silence. Jack, her brother. So that's the connection she had felt between them. The only man she was ever drawn to was her brother. She closed the door to her cabin and tried to get some sleep. Something she knew was impossible.
* * * * * * * * * * the next day * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
At dawn, the Bloody Mary pulled into Tortuga. Jack woke up Rowena, who turned in her bed groggily and muttered, "Not today, Jack." "Yes, today, Rowena. We're home." She sat up quickly. "What do yeh mean, we're home?" Jack smiled. Luv, we were born in Tortuga." He held more papers under her nose. The two of them walked onto the streets of Tortuga, swaggering at the same pace. A lot was still to be figured out about the two. Rowena wondered why she never knew he was her sibling, and why hadn't she met him before Singapore?
Jack was wondering how the hell he got his compass 20 years ago, when he was about fifteen, If it had been his since he was born. They found The Dark Jewel still in Port, unharmed or touched. Jack helped Rowena on to it and whispered, "Yeh'll be alright be yerself, won't yeh luv?" She nodded, unsure if yes was the right answer. "How will I know if yer safe? If yeh aren't dead? If yeh-" Jack put his Hand to her mouth. He walked off her ship and down to the Bloody Mary, his new ship. He steered it away from Tortuga, he'd rather pick upo a crew in somewhere foreign anyway.
Jack turned to see Rowena's boat leaving Port as well. He thought about her question. Then he came up with the perfect answer, and the only one that made sense. He waved for her to see him. When she looked, he held up his compass and yelled. . .
"Look to the North, luv, Look to the North!"
A/n: sorry if anyone has taken this chapter name already, I know it's common and famous.
Rowena drew in a sharp breath as Jack led her through the cave's twisted pathways. When they were finally out, Jack breathed in deep the smell of the sea. "Ah, back home." He sighed, but didn't let go of Rowena's hand. She sighed too, not knowing what she was sighing about. They climbed aboard the Bloody Mary and set sail for Tortuga, in hopes of returning Rowena to her ship.
It was nighttime, and the moon was full. Jack left his post to go sit with Rowena in her cabin. "Jack." She whispered. "Aye." He said, completely aware of the fear in her voice. "Ragetti's dead for good, right?" Jack nodded. "Dear god I hope so." He joked. Then he put his arm around her. 'It's just a friendly gesture of comfort', Rowena reminded herself shakily. Jack didn't remove his arm, so she rested her head nervously on his shoulder.
"Fellin' better luv?" He asked her. She nodded. Then she did something she would never do. She brought her face closer to Jack's. Their lips were about to meet, when Jack pulled away. "As much as I love kisses, and I do, I don' think this is the best idea, love." She frowned. Didn't he love romance? "Why not?" She asked. She tried not to sound hurt, and wondered if it was working. Jack worked his face into a smile. "See, I've got somethin' to tell yeh." She looked expectantly at him. He decided that this was the opportune moment.
"Luv, yer my sister."
She stared at him, almost falling off her bed. "What?" Jack's face softened. "I know it's hard to believe, luv, but look. I've got proof." He pulled his compass out of his pocket and unfolded the paper that went with it. She read, her eyes growing wider by the minute. "Jack Sparrow," She finished. "Relations. Mother: Lenore Maynard, Father: Jacob Sparrow, Sister: Rowena Maynard-Sparrow. No further relations were accounted for."
She put down the letter and looked up at Jack. "So, yer my brother?" She pulled out her own compass. Balled up inside the bottom was a slip of paper with the same readouts, only descriptions that fit her instead of Jack. Her height at birth, weight at birth, and DoB. And of course her relations, Jack included. She dropped her compass to the floor and hugged Jack.
Jack looked around uncomfortably and pulled Rowena from him.
"Luv, breathing
room, member?" She blushed. "Now, to Tortuga." Jack yelled, and walked back to his place at the steer. Rowena stared after him in silence. Jack, her brother. So that's the connection she had felt between them. The only man she was ever drawn to was her brother. She closed the door to her cabin and tried to get some sleep. Something she knew was impossible.
* * * * * * * * * * the next day * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
At dawn, the Bloody Mary pulled into Tortuga. Jack woke up Rowena, who turned in her bed groggily and muttered, "Not today, Jack." "Yes, today, Rowena. We're home." She sat up quickly. "What do yeh mean, we're home?" Jack smiled. Luv, we were born in Tortuga." He held more papers under her nose. The two of them walked onto the streets of Tortuga, swaggering at the same pace. A lot was still to be figured out about the two. Rowena wondered why she never knew he was her sibling, and why hadn't she met him before Singapore?
Jack was wondering how the hell he got his compass 20 years ago, when he was about fifteen, If it had been his since he was born. They found The Dark Jewel still in Port, unharmed or touched. Jack helped Rowena on to it and whispered, "Yeh'll be alright be yerself, won't yeh luv?" She nodded, unsure if yes was the right answer. "How will I know if yer safe? If yeh aren't dead? If yeh-" Jack put his Hand to her mouth. He walked off her ship and down to the Bloody Mary, his new ship. He steered it away from Tortuga, he'd rather pick upo a crew in somewhere foreign anyway.
Jack turned to see Rowena's boat leaving Port as well. He thought about her question. Then he came up with the perfect answer, and the only one that made sense. He waved for her to see him. When she looked, he held up his compass and yelled. . .
"Look to the North, luv, Look to the North!"