Disclaimer: I've said this a BILLION times already (okay, more like seven) so I'll say it for the last time: "Pirates of the Caribbean" is not mine, and neither is Jack! (though I'd like him to be) Anne Bonny is not my creation either.
A/N: As you're probably already guessing from the last chappie, Jack and Anne are starting to feel... something for each other. So, this chapter might clear things up a little more...
And for my first two reviewers, I'm putting their names SOMEWHERE in the story! I'll put in the first five, but that's it.
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Chapter Eight: La Soñadora
'Whispering world,
A sigh of sighs,
The ebb and the flow
Of the ocean tides,
One breath, one word
May end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover's heart.'
--Lyrics from "Hope Has a Place"
"The Memory of Trees"
Enya
Anne stood in her small cabin, staring out of the window into the night, the bright, full moon glistening on the calm water. She had removed her hat, coat, and bandana, her long, wavy hair blowing softly as the breeze came in. She sighed and turned from the window, pacing the length of the room.
How can one kiss make me feel this way? she thought. No man had ever had that effect on her. There had been men before, of course. She had thought she loved James. But that was when he was an adventure-loving, dirt-poor sailor. Now he had more money than he knew what to do with, and he was steadily growing dull and boring. There had also been Chidley Bayard, but that was mostly for his money. Now THAT relationship hadn't gone too well, Anne thought, remembering her, ah, "arguement" with the former governor of Jamaica's sister-in-law.
But still, a kiss was a kiss, and that was nothing to Anne. Right?
Meanwhile, Jack was pacing his own cabin, muttering out loud. A person standing outside the door (as Gibbs was at that very moment) might have thought that two people were having a conversation.
"Now, why'd I have ta go and kiss her like that?"
"You 'ad a reason to, she was spilling the waterworks all over your deck!"
"True, but still, I should have gotten a slap for that."
"Plenty of slaps in your lifetime, Jack ol' boy, and for things much worse than kissin'!"
"Oh right... but Anne DIDN'T slap me, so what does that mean?"
"Nothing, it means nothing! Just that she's too proper and sophisticated to give a dirty pirate a smack on the ol' noggin."
"Yeah, fine. Time for sleep, I guess."
Jack threw his coat and hat rather unceremoniously on the chair beside his bed, pulled off his sweat-stained shirt (A/N: Mental picture....) and lay on the bunk, staring up at the ceiling. But all he could think about was the feel of Anne's lips on his, the touch of her soft skin, and the adorable way she looked with a blush on her cheeks. Dammit, I'm going soft, thought Jack, before he fell asleep.
Both of their dreams were interrupted by unwelcome visions. Anne dreampt of standing on the road before her father's home, the one in Charles Town. She was talking to someone, a man, but his face was hidden in the shadows. She knew what was happening; it was one of her nightly visits with James.
'I'll be seeing you again, I expect?' the Dream Anne asked.
'Of course, m'lady. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you,' replied the man, his voice strangely familiar.
'Tomorrow... Meet me at the port. Father never sends his servants there, even on errands.'
'You have my word, Miss Cormac.'
'How many times must I tell you? Call me Anne.'
'Perhaps a little persuasion will help, darling...' Anne laughed and stood on her toes, brushing a kiss on his lips.
'Good night, dear sir,' she said, and walked down the path.
'Good night, Anne,' whispered the man, and turned away. Light from a neighbouring house flashed across his face. Dark hair tied in a bandana, a tricorn cocked on his head, frayed blue coat and dusty boots... Jack Sparrow...
Anne opened her eyes and glanced around her cabin. Oh God, what is happening to me? she thought. She turned on her side and felt the scratchy fabric of the pillow beneath her cheek. No good. Sleep was avoiding her, no matter how hard she tried to catch it. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. Scandalous, evil... but an idea all the same. She cursed the Devil for putting it in her mind, but it wouldn't go away. She got up from the cot...
Jack had also been disturbed by a dream.
He was back in a dirty prison cell, frantically trying to pick the lock with a yellowing bone. The real Jack was witnessing everything from a corner of the cell.
'Please...' his dream self muttered. There was a noise, and he dropped back onto the ground. A person appeared, a hat perched over his forehead, and his shirt and breeches splotched with mud. Ah, this is where Will comes along, thought Jack.
'You, Sparrow!' said the boy. The Dream Sparrow looked up.
'Aye?'
'You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?'
The other Jack studied his fingernails. 'I've heard of it.' The conversation went on, until Jack said, 'so you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?'
'Never!' the lad threw off his head, showing that he was not a boy at all, but a woman. Anne. 'It is because I love you, Jack Sparrow!' And then she dissolved into the blackness of his mind.
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Anne crept up the hatchway and approached the door to the Captain's cabin. This is wrong, she thought. You can't just go barging in there! She slowly turned the handle. It opened easily. Damn, I was hoping it would be locked... Walking silently, as if possessed, she entered the room. Jack was snoring, lying on his back and clutching his pillow protectively. She stepped closer, watching his bare and tattooed upper body getting closer. She realized he was muttering to himself.
"No... ye can't love me, Anne..." She stopped dead, petrified. What the hell-? Suddenly Jack grunted, and she could see his eyelids open. His eyes searched the room, and eventually stopped on her. He sat up quick as lightning.
"What the hell are you doing in me cabin?!" he cried. Anne glared at him and crossed her arms.
"If you must know, it's because my sleep was disrupted by YOU!" she shouted back, just as loudly.
"What, was my snoring really that loud?" he chuckled, grinning. No, Anne pleaded, don't smile. Don't look that way...
"No, it's because I had a dream about you!" she blurted out. He squinted at her, and his smile grew wider.
"Is that so?" But, she couldn't help thinking, his amber eyes seemed to be distant. A pensive look crossed his face for a moment, but she blinked, and it was gone. Had she imagined it? "That's interesting, 'cause I had a dream about you too..." he muttered.
"What?!"
Jack leaned his head to the side and studied her.
"Seems we've both been invadin' each other's sleep. Why is that, d'ye know?" he said.
"I have no idea..." Anne replied. She had never dreampt about any man before, except for the nightmares about her father, after he cast her from his life...
"I guess we both had the same thing on our minds, aye?" Jack mused, grinning. Anne sighed and gave him an I-don't-think-that-was-very-amusing look. He laughed again. "I'm only joking, love!" he said. She sighed, shaking her head. Jack stood up and walked the few short feet to where she stood. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Why did you REALLY come here, Anne?" he murmered. She gave no answer, but her face took on a new look. Was it anger, or was it that she was afraid? Afraid? Of what? he wondered. Of him? No, no one could be scared of Jack Sparrow!
"I... I don't know," she finally whispered, and he barely heard it.
"I trust you don't go barging into men's rooms very often, eh?" he said. The moonlight glinted on his gold and silver teeth.
"No..." They were still locked in each other's eyes, her blue-green lost in his amber-brown. Jack felt himself touch her cheek, and slowly slide his hand under her hair, then lower his lips to hers. A shiver went down her spine, all the way down to her poor, tired feet. Anne slid her arms around his neck, and there they stood, not wanting to go on, but neither did they want to stop. I'm being taken over by Satan himself, thought Anne, as her skin seemed to burn under Jack's touch. Finally, he pulled away. She didn't know what to say. What could she say? The fiery Anne Bonny, a romantic? Never... or was she? Jack was confused by her silence. Most women either would have slugged him square in the jaw, or hopped right into his bed. She did neither. Was that good or bad?
"Anne? Please, say something. I like knowing how other people feel," he said.
"Jack, I think I'm being possessed by the Devil," she said seriously. Jack broke out in laughter, and barely could stop himself.
"That's- that's ridiculous!" he said between chuckles. She glared at him and sniffled. "No, I didn't mean it that way, love! 'S just, if the Devil had taken ye over you wouldn't be standing there like that! You'd be, well, you know..." She only frowned.
"You must understand something, Mr. Sparrow, I do not normally feel this way! I don't... lust over men, alright?" She said "lust" like it was a curse word.
"I'm sure you don't."
"So there's no other explanation!"
"Maybe... maybe I'm just different than the other men you've met. I am a pirate, after all," Jack said, with half a smile.
"Yes, I know very much about your reputation with women, Captain, and I know not to heed your sugar-coated words! Because I know if I do it'll lead me-"
"To a 'roll in the hay'?" Jack offered. She nodded. "Well, you must admit, love, a very good roll it would be-"
SMACK! Jack was thrown clear across the room. Anne huffed and walked out of the room, closing the door so hard the glass shattered.
"I think I deserved that."
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A/N: Ha ha! Anne is not a woman to cross, no matter how... completely irresistable Jack is... *sighs dreamily*
Jack: Thank you, love
Me: Oh, he he, Jack! You're still here!
Jack: Aye, and I must say, excellent work!
Me: Er... right, thank you.
Jack: Took the words right out of my mouth, a roll in the-
Me: Good bye, Jack!
A/N: As you're probably already guessing from the last chappie, Jack and Anne are starting to feel... something for each other. So, this chapter might clear things up a little more...
And for my first two reviewers, I'm putting their names SOMEWHERE in the story! I'll put in the first five, but that's it.
~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Eight: La Soñadora
'Whispering world,
A sigh of sighs,
The ebb and the flow
Of the ocean tides,
One breath, one word
May end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover's heart.'
--Lyrics from "Hope Has a Place"
"The Memory of Trees"
Enya
Anne stood in her small cabin, staring out of the window into the night, the bright, full moon glistening on the calm water. She had removed her hat, coat, and bandana, her long, wavy hair blowing softly as the breeze came in. She sighed and turned from the window, pacing the length of the room.
How can one kiss make me feel this way? she thought. No man had ever had that effect on her. There had been men before, of course. She had thought she loved James. But that was when he was an adventure-loving, dirt-poor sailor. Now he had more money than he knew what to do with, and he was steadily growing dull and boring. There had also been Chidley Bayard, but that was mostly for his money. Now THAT relationship hadn't gone too well, Anne thought, remembering her, ah, "arguement" with the former governor of Jamaica's sister-in-law.
But still, a kiss was a kiss, and that was nothing to Anne. Right?
Meanwhile, Jack was pacing his own cabin, muttering out loud. A person standing outside the door (as Gibbs was at that very moment) might have thought that two people were having a conversation.
"Now, why'd I have ta go and kiss her like that?"
"You 'ad a reason to, she was spilling the waterworks all over your deck!"
"True, but still, I should have gotten a slap for that."
"Plenty of slaps in your lifetime, Jack ol' boy, and for things much worse than kissin'!"
"Oh right... but Anne DIDN'T slap me, so what does that mean?"
"Nothing, it means nothing! Just that she's too proper and sophisticated to give a dirty pirate a smack on the ol' noggin."
"Yeah, fine. Time for sleep, I guess."
Jack threw his coat and hat rather unceremoniously on the chair beside his bed, pulled off his sweat-stained shirt (A/N: Mental picture....) and lay on the bunk, staring up at the ceiling. But all he could think about was the feel of Anne's lips on his, the touch of her soft skin, and the adorable way she looked with a blush on her cheeks. Dammit, I'm going soft, thought Jack, before he fell asleep.
Both of their dreams were interrupted by unwelcome visions. Anne dreampt of standing on the road before her father's home, the one in Charles Town. She was talking to someone, a man, but his face was hidden in the shadows. She knew what was happening; it was one of her nightly visits with James.
'I'll be seeing you again, I expect?' the Dream Anne asked.
'Of course, m'lady. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you,' replied the man, his voice strangely familiar.
'Tomorrow... Meet me at the port. Father never sends his servants there, even on errands.'
'You have my word, Miss Cormac.'
'How many times must I tell you? Call me Anne.'
'Perhaps a little persuasion will help, darling...' Anne laughed and stood on her toes, brushing a kiss on his lips.
'Good night, dear sir,' she said, and walked down the path.
'Good night, Anne,' whispered the man, and turned away. Light from a neighbouring house flashed across his face. Dark hair tied in a bandana, a tricorn cocked on his head, frayed blue coat and dusty boots... Jack Sparrow...
Anne opened her eyes and glanced around her cabin. Oh God, what is happening to me? she thought. She turned on her side and felt the scratchy fabric of the pillow beneath her cheek. No good. Sleep was avoiding her, no matter how hard she tried to catch it. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. Scandalous, evil... but an idea all the same. She cursed the Devil for putting it in her mind, but it wouldn't go away. She got up from the cot...
Jack had also been disturbed by a dream.
He was back in a dirty prison cell, frantically trying to pick the lock with a yellowing bone. The real Jack was witnessing everything from a corner of the cell.
'Please...' his dream self muttered. There was a noise, and he dropped back onto the ground. A person appeared, a hat perched over his forehead, and his shirt and breeches splotched with mud. Ah, this is where Will comes along, thought Jack.
'You, Sparrow!' said the boy. The Dream Sparrow looked up.
'Aye?'
'You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?'
The other Jack studied his fingernails. 'I've heard of it.' The conversation went on, until Jack said, 'so you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?'
'Never!' the lad threw off his head, showing that he was not a boy at all, but a woman. Anne. 'It is because I love you, Jack Sparrow!' And then she dissolved into the blackness of his mind.
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Anne crept up the hatchway and approached the door to the Captain's cabin. This is wrong, she thought. You can't just go barging in there! She slowly turned the handle. It opened easily. Damn, I was hoping it would be locked... Walking silently, as if possessed, she entered the room. Jack was snoring, lying on his back and clutching his pillow protectively. She stepped closer, watching his bare and tattooed upper body getting closer. She realized he was muttering to himself.
"No... ye can't love me, Anne..." She stopped dead, petrified. What the hell-? Suddenly Jack grunted, and she could see his eyelids open. His eyes searched the room, and eventually stopped on her. He sat up quick as lightning.
"What the hell are you doing in me cabin?!" he cried. Anne glared at him and crossed her arms.
"If you must know, it's because my sleep was disrupted by YOU!" she shouted back, just as loudly.
"What, was my snoring really that loud?" he chuckled, grinning. No, Anne pleaded, don't smile. Don't look that way...
"No, it's because I had a dream about you!" she blurted out. He squinted at her, and his smile grew wider.
"Is that so?" But, she couldn't help thinking, his amber eyes seemed to be distant. A pensive look crossed his face for a moment, but she blinked, and it was gone. Had she imagined it? "That's interesting, 'cause I had a dream about you too..." he muttered.
"What?!"
Jack leaned his head to the side and studied her.
"Seems we've both been invadin' each other's sleep. Why is that, d'ye know?" he said.
"I have no idea..." Anne replied. She had never dreampt about any man before, except for the nightmares about her father, after he cast her from his life...
"I guess we both had the same thing on our minds, aye?" Jack mused, grinning. Anne sighed and gave him an I-don't-think-that-was-very-amusing look. He laughed again. "I'm only joking, love!" he said. She sighed, shaking her head. Jack stood up and walked the few short feet to where she stood. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Why did you REALLY come here, Anne?" he murmered. She gave no answer, but her face took on a new look. Was it anger, or was it that she was afraid? Afraid? Of what? he wondered. Of him? No, no one could be scared of Jack Sparrow!
"I... I don't know," she finally whispered, and he barely heard it.
"I trust you don't go barging into men's rooms very often, eh?" he said. The moonlight glinted on his gold and silver teeth.
"No..." They were still locked in each other's eyes, her blue-green lost in his amber-brown. Jack felt himself touch her cheek, and slowly slide his hand under her hair, then lower his lips to hers. A shiver went down her spine, all the way down to her poor, tired feet. Anne slid her arms around his neck, and there they stood, not wanting to go on, but neither did they want to stop. I'm being taken over by Satan himself, thought Anne, as her skin seemed to burn under Jack's touch. Finally, he pulled away. She didn't know what to say. What could she say? The fiery Anne Bonny, a romantic? Never... or was she? Jack was confused by her silence. Most women either would have slugged him square in the jaw, or hopped right into his bed. She did neither. Was that good or bad?
"Anne? Please, say something. I like knowing how other people feel," he said.
"Jack, I think I'm being possessed by the Devil," she said seriously. Jack broke out in laughter, and barely could stop himself.
"That's- that's ridiculous!" he said between chuckles. She glared at him and sniffled. "No, I didn't mean it that way, love! 'S just, if the Devil had taken ye over you wouldn't be standing there like that! You'd be, well, you know..." She only frowned.
"You must understand something, Mr. Sparrow, I do not normally feel this way! I don't... lust over men, alright?" She said "lust" like it was a curse word.
"I'm sure you don't."
"So there's no other explanation!"
"Maybe... maybe I'm just different than the other men you've met. I am a pirate, after all," Jack said, with half a smile.
"Yes, I know very much about your reputation with women, Captain, and I know not to heed your sugar-coated words! Because I know if I do it'll lead me-"
"To a 'roll in the hay'?" Jack offered. She nodded. "Well, you must admit, love, a very good roll it would be-"
SMACK! Jack was thrown clear across the room. Anne huffed and walked out of the room, closing the door so hard the glass shattered.
"I think I deserved that."
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A/N: Ha ha! Anne is not a woman to cross, no matter how... completely irresistable Jack is... *sighs dreamily*
Jack: Thank you, love
Me: Oh, he he, Jack! You're still here!
Jack: Aye, and I must say, excellent work!
Me: Er... right, thank you.
Jack: Took the words right out of my mouth, a roll in the-
Me: Good bye, Jack!