Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean in any way. I do however
own Isabella Clarkson
Summery: While sailing the seas Jack comes upon a merchant ship and goes to it to see if he can pillage and plunge. When he gets on it he sees the whole crew is dead. Apparently another pirate ship did this. He finds there is one survivor a young woman. Locked away in the Captain's chambers. A live, blind woman.
Authors note: Please read and review. I promise I didn't steal this idea from anyone. I was writing another story about a blind girl. It didn't work out. Then when I saw PotC I fell back in love with the idea.
Chapter Four - Thoughts aren't always right
Jack stood at the helm thinking. Was all this about need? That seemed to be it. He needed her and she needed him. Look at me what women in their right mind or sight would want me for more than a few nights. She seemed happy. But then again they all do at first. Then bored and finally a deep desire to leave. He could live to be old and alone. No adventure there. Then Isabella she had need all her own. Unpromised and unrelated. She was left with no family or friends. In her blind state men didn't want her. Why, I thought why would anyone not be captured by her beauty. Not just her outer beauty but her inner beauty as well. She needed more than most. And at the same time was extremely self-dependant. She needed to know she was wanted. To be gilded where she couldn't see. Most importantly she needed to be taken care of. That was all need. That's all there is to it. Then why did he feel this way? Like every time she touched his face he would explode. She was like a drug. Intoxicating, mesmerizing, she was like a flame consuming him. He looked ahead at the blue ocean dept. It was an endless sea of blue. To him an endless adventure. By the time his thought process was finished he was far away from the ship that challenged him. That ship was lost to davey jones locker. He wondered why Isabella had yet to come out on the deck. Maybe he was going to fast. Not that Jack had ever gone slow but she was different. She needed to be treated with more respect. That was the conclusion. He had to prove to her he wasn't just using her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isabella sat on the bed in his chambers. Pondering her feelings toward Jack. Did she love him? Was it all an infatuation? Or is this an attempt to have a secure setting. Be taken care of. She didn't want to use Jack. He was so nice to her. She thought about it for a long time. She came to the conclusion she was using him. Guilt washed over her. She felt like she betrayed him in some way. Just then Jack walked in. She could tell it was him by the way he stepped. "Luv, it's a nice day out. Why stay cooped up in here?" He asked in a happy tone. She felt like crying. "Um, I think I would prefer the room" She said trying her best to sound happy. Failing miserably. Jack took notice. "Isabella are you alright?" He asked concerned. "On yes I was just thinking" She replied she had no idea how she was going to tell him. Jack looked at her. She could feel his eyes on her. "What were you thinking about?" He asked. "Oh I was .. I don't know" She dejectedly. She slumped something that she a proper lady never did. Jack sat down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" He asked "Nothing" She said "You're lying" He implied "You don't want to know," She stated
"Yes I do" He pushed
"Fine I'll tell you. I feel absolutely disgusted with myself because I realized that I'm using you for me own selfish needs" She blurted out. She gasped and chocked out tears that forced their way. Jack had a look of utter shock. She didn't have to see to know. He sat there unmoving in shock. When he gathered himself he realized she was now crying. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her to him. "No love your not. You have needs and I understand. I have needs to. But I think it goes further than that. You were concerned for me when you thought I was hurt. Where you thinking about yourself when the other ship attacked?" He asked already knowing the answer. "No but I still am using you and I don't want to do that to you" She cried out "Luv listen I we can help each other. You not using me. Unless you plan on leaving me anytime in the near or far future" He stated lovingly. She was now crying on his chest. She tilted her head up. She wished just once god would give her sight back. She put her head back on him. "I don't want to leave you," She nearly whispered.
Summery: While sailing the seas Jack comes upon a merchant ship and goes to it to see if he can pillage and plunge. When he gets on it he sees the whole crew is dead. Apparently another pirate ship did this. He finds there is one survivor a young woman. Locked away in the Captain's chambers. A live, blind woman.
Authors note: Please read and review. I promise I didn't steal this idea from anyone. I was writing another story about a blind girl. It didn't work out. Then when I saw PotC I fell back in love with the idea.
Chapter Four - Thoughts aren't always right
Jack stood at the helm thinking. Was all this about need? That seemed to be it. He needed her and she needed him. Look at me what women in their right mind or sight would want me for more than a few nights. She seemed happy. But then again they all do at first. Then bored and finally a deep desire to leave. He could live to be old and alone. No adventure there. Then Isabella she had need all her own. Unpromised and unrelated. She was left with no family or friends. In her blind state men didn't want her. Why, I thought why would anyone not be captured by her beauty. Not just her outer beauty but her inner beauty as well. She needed more than most. And at the same time was extremely self-dependant. She needed to know she was wanted. To be gilded where she couldn't see. Most importantly she needed to be taken care of. That was all need. That's all there is to it. Then why did he feel this way? Like every time she touched his face he would explode. She was like a drug. Intoxicating, mesmerizing, she was like a flame consuming him. He looked ahead at the blue ocean dept. It was an endless sea of blue. To him an endless adventure. By the time his thought process was finished he was far away from the ship that challenged him. That ship was lost to davey jones locker. He wondered why Isabella had yet to come out on the deck. Maybe he was going to fast. Not that Jack had ever gone slow but she was different. She needed to be treated with more respect. That was the conclusion. He had to prove to her he wasn't just using her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isabella sat on the bed in his chambers. Pondering her feelings toward Jack. Did she love him? Was it all an infatuation? Or is this an attempt to have a secure setting. Be taken care of. She didn't want to use Jack. He was so nice to her. She thought about it for a long time. She came to the conclusion she was using him. Guilt washed over her. She felt like she betrayed him in some way. Just then Jack walked in. She could tell it was him by the way he stepped. "Luv, it's a nice day out. Why stay cooped up in here?" He asked in a happy tone. She felt like crying. "Um, I think I would prefer the room" She said trying her best to sound happy. Failing miserably. Jack took notice. "Isabella are you alright?" He asked concerned. "On yes I was just thinking" She replied she had no idea how she was going to tell him. Jack looked at her. She could feel his eyes on her. "What were you thinking about?" He asked. "Oh I was .. I don't know" She dejectedly. She slumped something that she a proper lady never did. Jack sat down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" He asked "Nothing" She said "You're lying" He implied "You don't want to know," She stated
"Yes I do" He pushed
"Fine I'll tell you. I feel absolutely disgusted with myself because I realized that I'm using you for me own selfish needs" She blurted out. She gasped and chocked out tears that forced their way. Jack had a look of utter shock. She didn't have to see to know. He sat there unmoving in shock. When he gathered himself he realized she was now crying. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her to him. "No love your not. You have needs and I understand. I have needs to. But I think it goes further than that. You were concerned for me when you thought I was hurt. Where you thinking about yourself when the other ship attacked?" He asked already knowing the answer. "No but I still am using you and I don't want to do that to you" She cried out "Luv listen I we can help each other. You not using me. Unless you plan on leaving me anytime in the near or far future" He stated lovingly. She was now crying on his chest. She tilted her head up. She wished just once god would give her sight back. She put her head back on him. "I don't want to leave you," She nearly whispered.
