Disclaimer: I belong to me (And my parents, legally). Anne belongs to Anne. Jack belongs to Disney. Disney belongs to greedy fat people who sit in chitz armchairs and force characters from their movies to do hard manual labor. I'll save you, Jack, don't worry!
A/N: Drum roll please! Our first little bit of actual good clean mush!
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Chapter Seven: Doré Soleil
'Soft blue horizons
Reach far into my childhood days
As you are rising
To bring me my forgotten ways.'
--Lyrics from "On Your Shore"
It was dusk. Jack looked out at the horizon, the blue-violet waves rocking gently against his Pearl and the golden-pink shades of the sunset lit up the gray sky. Sunsets on the sea were spectacular, dazzling, wild. He closed his eyes and sighed. He'd never admit it, but sometimes the beauty of the ocean mistress was so great she almost brought him to tears. He gripped the wood of the wheel tighter and felt the crevices and rough spots beneath his fingers. A bit more rum, he thought, to give 'er a shine.
"Captain?" Jack opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Anne stood smiling, still a very convincing boy.
"What is it, mate? Can't you see I'm busy?" She rolled her eyes and walked next to him.
"I came out to see the sunset. Haven't missed one in ten years," she said.
"Ten years? Ye must really like 'em then," Jack replied. Anne shrugged.
"My mother loved them. When I was a babe she would take me out and we'd watch them together. Or, that's what my father told me."
"You're using past tense. She died?" Anne gave him a glare from under her hat. He could be really insensitive sometimes.
"Aye, when I was fourteen she passed away from fever. Her name was Mary Brennan, and she was once my father's maid.
"So that makes you an illegitimate."
"Thank you, Captain Insensitive!" she huffed, and went to stand before the taffrail. Suddenly she felt like crying, but she would never have admitted THAT.
"Sorry, love," he apologized, knowing that everyone was below deck eating supper. She sniffed and ignored him. Jack stared at her, confused. Bloody woman, what did I do? he wondered. This mood was totally strange for Anne. When she still didn't say anything he approached her.
"Look, I'm sorry, Anne, I didn't know you would-"
"I would what, Mr. Sparrow?" she said, spinning around to face him. Something glistened for a moment on her cheek and then fell to the deck. "Start breaking down?"
"No, no, love, I just-"
"Yep, that's me, Anne Bonny, Hellcat Extraordinaire. Heartless and fierce. Well, I have feelings too!"
"I know you do, but-"
"And now here I am, trying to explain to YOU why I'm crying! When normally I wouldn't even give a fake tooth about what happened so many years ago, and then you go and-" Jack did the only thing he could think of to shut her up at the moment, which was grab her face in his hands and force their lips together. Anne's eyes opened wide, and, he thought with satisfaction, she became quiet as a mouse. He let her go, gently, and stepped back.
"I don't normally go around doing things like that either, love," he explained. She blushed, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of pink. Anne Bonny was as tough as a man in many things, but romance was not something she knew much of, nor had much experience in. The expression on her face made Jack feel that he should expect a slap. It never came.
Instead, Anne catapaulted into him so fast he stumbled backwards a few steps and nearly fell over the edge of the ship. She buried her head in his shoulder and her arms were tight around his neck. She sighed, and it seemed that all of her anxiety and sadness pressed onto him like a dead weight. Jack tried not to panic. He had no idea what to do, so he patted her awkwardly on the head and murmered "It's alright, Jack's here." She made a reply, though it was lost in the fabric of his coat.
"What was that, love?" he asked. She lifted her head a bit.
"I said 'Like that matters.'" She sniffled and sighed and wiped her eyes. Jack chuckled and rubbed her back.
"There's my Anne!" he said happily. She pulled away from him and frowned.
"Since when was I 'YOUR Anne?'" Jack could make no reply, because the next moment she turned on her heel and disappeared below deck.
Jack shook his head and went back to the wheel, just as the last ray of golden light disappeared below the horizon.
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A/N: *Sigh...* Do you like this story so far? Please review! Pretty please?
A/N: Drum roll please! Our first little bit of actual good clean mush!
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Chapter Seven: Doré Soleil
'Soft blue horizons
Reach far into my childhood days
As you are rising
To bring me my forgotten ways.'
--Lyrics from "On Your Shore"
It was dusk. Jack looked out at the horizon, the blue-violet waves rocking gently against his Pearl and the golden-pink shades of the sunset lit up the gray sky. Sunsets on the sea were spectacular, dazzling, wild. He closed his eyes and sighed. He'd never admit it, but sometimes the beauty of the ocean mistress was so great she almost brought him to tears. He gripped the wood of the wheel tighter and felt the crevices and rough spots beneath his fingers. A bit more rum, he thought, to give 'er a shine.
"Captain?" Jack opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Anne stood smiling, still a very convincing boy.
"What is it, mate? Can't you see I'm busy?" She rolled her eyes and walked next to him.
"I came out to see the sunset. Haven't missed one in ten years," she said.
"Ten years? Ye must really like 'em then," Jack replied. Anne shrugged.
"My mother loved them. When I was a babe she would take me out and we'd watch them together. Or, that's what my father told me."
"You're using past tense. She died?" Anne gave him a glare from under her hat. He could be really insensitive sometimes.
"Aye, when I was fourteen she passed away from fever. Her name was Mary Brennan, and she was once my father's maid.
"So that makes you an illegitimate."
"Thank you, Captain Insensitive!" she huffed, and went to stand before the taffrail. Suddenly she felt like crying, but she would never have admitted THAT.
"Sorry, love," he apologized, knowing that everyone was below deck eating supper. She sniffed and ignored him. Jack stared at her, confused. Bloody woman, what did I do? he wondered. This mood was totally strange for Anne. When she still didn't say anything he approached her.
"Look, I'm sorry, Anne, I didn't know you would-"
"I would what, Mr. Sparrow?" she said, spinning around to face him. Something glistened for a moment on her cheek and then fell to the deck. "Start breaking down?"
"No, no, love, I just-"
"Yep, that's me, Anne Bonny, Hellcat Extraordinaire. Heartless and fierce. Well, I have feelings too!"
"I know you do, but-"
"And now here I am, trying to explain to YOU why I'm crying! When normally I wouldn't even give a fake tooth about what happened so many years ago, and then you go and-" Jack did the only thing he could think of to shut her up at the moment, which was grab her face in his hands and force their lips together. Anne's eyes opened wide, and, he thought with satisfaction, she became quiet as a mouse. He let her go, gently, and stepped back.
"I don't normally go around doing things like that either, love," he explained. She blushed, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of pink. Anne Bonny was as tough as a man in many things, but romance was not something she knew much of, nor had much experience in. The expression on her face made Jack feel that he should expect a slap. It never came.
Instead, Anne catapaulted into him so fast he stumbled backwards a few steps and nearly fell over the edge of the ship. She buried her head in his shoulder and her arms were tight around his neck. She sighed, and it seemed that all of her anxiety and sadness pressed onto him like a dead weight. Jack tried not to panic. He had no idea what to do, so he patted her awkwardly on the head and murmered "It's alright, Jack's here." She made a reply, though it was lost in the fabric of his coat.
"What was that, love?" he asked. She lifted her head a bit.
"I said 'Like that matters.'" She sniffled and sighed and wiped her eyes. Jack chuckled and rubbed her back.
"There's my Anne!" he said happily. She pulled away from him and frowned.
"Since when was I 'YOUR Anne?'" Jack could make no reply, because the next moment she turned on her heel and disappeared below deck.
Jack shook his head and went back to the wheel, just as the last ray of golden light disappeared below the horizon.
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A/N: *Sigh...* Do you like this story so far? Please review! Pretty please?