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Her father Gull was dropped into the ocean with the Xavier and Rizza, the two pirates killed by the attack. The waves claimed back their warriors silently. The sun sank with a hiss as it touched the ocean, leaving the moon to rise high and clear over the merciless ocean.
The crew could almost see the weight of responsibility that now resting of Ana-Marie's shoulders. They all made their ways back silently to their own cabins, to nurse the wounds of the day, or share a cup of rum for their lost captain.
Ana-Marie found herself alone on the deck, her hair whipping at her face, tears streaming down. Now, she had no one she could trust. The seas, her great companion, held no answers nor solace that night.
It was the first time the sea had failed her.
Jackson came quietly on deck, watching the tiny slip of a girl search the sea for answers. He felt the sea surge beneath his feet, the wind on his face, and wondered at the love this girl held for the ocean.
He rested his hand on her shoulder, and she nodded, predicting his presence.
"I never knew his real name. Gull, that's all anyone ever called him. My mother gave him the nickname, said he was drawn to the sea just like a gull, and as greedy as one too."
"He was a good man. All the crew praise him to the skies" Jackson said.
"He was pirate." Ana-Marie stated dully.
"He was a good man and a pirate." Jackson repeated.
"Thank you. For earlier. For saving my life. I was right, when I first saw you, Sparrow."
"Sparrow?" Jackson grinned. "I think I could bear that name. Better then the one my father gave me." He smiled, a world of possibilities opening up before his eyes. He was, in a way he never had been, free. Ana-Marie watched him, watched the wonder and joys in his eyes, and reached up to touch his cheek. He started.
"Jackson.Sparrow, we've both of us lost our fathers. The sea, which I thought held all the answers, has failed me tonight." She explained, her hand brushing his clean-shaven cheek. He paused, watching her, his mind still brimming with the possibilities that the new name had conjured for him.
He pulled her close, bowing his head down to kiss her. She gasped, his ferocity startling her. The waves rocked them, as he kissed up the trail of her tears, and she tread her arms around his neck, arching her back to touch as much of his as possible.
They broke apart, and any words Jackson would have spoken were silenced beneath Ana-Marie's finger.
Gingerly, Ana-Marie took his hand, leading him down into the captain's quarters.
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He hadn't expected her to be untouched. She gasped, and he kissed her whispering a million times over an apology for the pain. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers separating the stands of his hair.
Anyone that passed the cabin thought they head the girl crying, whimpering and mourning the loss of her father.
Sometimes it seemed so hard to tell the difference between sounds of pain and that of pleasure. Only Turner knew, alone in his cabin.
"Ah, Captain Ana-Marie, you'll be the death of me." Sparrow whispered afterwards, his unordained hands resting behind his head. She rested her head on his chest, his fingers twining through her hair.
"Don't call me that." She replied. "Captain. me? That's too scary. You be captain." She joked. He smiled, kissing the top of her head affectionately.
"Captain John Sparrow."
"Jackson Sparrow." Ana-Marie corrected.
"Captain Jackson. hmm. Captain Jack Sparrow." He finished on. "I quite like the sound of that."
"Hmmm, that's a worry. Well don't get used to it. I'm the only captain of this ship. You can only be captain of this cabin. Savvy?" She rolled over to meet his eyes.
"Well, I can't be captain of this cabin all by my onesies."
"Did you just say onesies? Sparrow, I'm beginning to worry about you."
"Yeah Jack, what is with you and your onesies?" Ana-Marie asked finally, watching Jack finish her liquor. Bastard.
"Well, me and my onesies go way back. ah my beautiful onesies." He mumbled.
"Arg. There's no getting any sense out of you when you're like this. You stupid drunk oaf. Roll over. I'm lying down." She said, pushing him back against the pillow again. She extracted the bottle from his hand, drinking the last few drops herself. "You, Jack Sparrow, have an Alcohol problem."
"No, no. I don't have an alcohol problem. My problem is. my problem is." Jack got distracted by his hands momentarily and lost his train of thought.
"You're arrogant?" Ana-Marie supplied innocently.
"No, my problem is. ah my beautiful Pearl. Beautiful Pearl, lot's of plunder, lots of rum but. my Ana. oh my Ana." He moaned. Then he put his arm around her shoulder, drawing her close. He put his other arm out in front of them and smiled. "Ah, can you see it? My Ana, standing at the helm, my arm wrapped around her, chasing that horizon together. You know. a ship isn't just a deck and a hull and . those floppy things. white, no no, we have black, floppy thing. sails. It's not just a deck and a hull and floppy sails. It's freedom. Me and Elizabeth, she understood. She understood. But she's not my Ana."
"You're an old fool Jack. Still the same old romantic you've always been."
"Ah, Ana." He said, realising who he was talking to. "My beautiful girl. Taught me. taught me everything. My. well my black Pearl, except not ship shaped. Ana shaped. That's interesting." He slurred, his eyes confused again.
"Hey, actually that is interesting. Did you name you're ship after me?" Ana-Marie asked curiously. Jack frowned, his brow furrowed with thought.
"Didn't think I did." Then he broke into a sly smile, his arm on her shoulder pulled her closer. "Would you sleep with me if I said yes?"
"You're an old fool Jack." She repeated laughing, leaning down to kiss him.
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Her father Gull was dropped into the ocean with the Xavier and Rizza, the two pirates killed by the attack. The waves claimed back their warriors silently. The sun sank with a hiss as it touched the ocean, leaving the moon to rise high and clear over the merciless ocean.
The crew could almost see the weight of responsibility that now resting of Ana-Marie's shoulders. They all made their ways back silently to their own cabins, to nurse the wounds of the day, or share a cup of rum for their lost captain.
Ana-Marie found herself alone on the deck, her hair whipping at her face, tears streaming down. Now, she had no one she could trust. The seas, her great companion, held no answers nor solace that night.
It was the first time the sea had failed her.
Jackson came quietly on deck, watching the tiny slip of a girl search the sea for answers. He felt the sea surge beneath his feet, the wind on his face, and wondered at the love this girl held for the ocean.
He rested his hand on her shoulder, and she nodded, predicting his presence.
"I never knew his real name. Gull, that's all anyone ever called him. My mother gave him the nickname, said he was drawn to the sea just like a gull, and as greedy as one too."
"He was a good man. All the crew praise him to the skies" Jackson said.
"He was pirate." Ana-Marie stated dully.
"He was a good man and a pirate." Jackson repeated.
"Thank you. For earlier. For saving my life. I was right, when I first saw you, Sparrow."
"Sparrow?" Jackson grinned. "I think I could bear that name. Better then the one my father gave me." He smiled, a world of possibilities opening up before his eyes. He was, in a way he never had been, free. Ana-Marie watched him, watched the wonder and joys in his eyes, and reached up to touch his cheek. He started.
"Jackson.Sparrow, we've both of us lost our fathers. The sea, which I thought held all the answers, has failed me tonight." She explained, her hand brushing his clean-shaven cheek. He paused, watching her, his mind still brimming with the possibilities that the new name had conjured for him.
He pulled her close, bowing his head down to kiss her. She gasped, his ferocity startling her. The waves rocked them, as he kissed up the trail of her tears, and she tread her arms around his neck, arching her back to touch as much of his as possible.
They broke apart, and any words Jackson would have spoken were silenced beneath Ana-Marie's finger.
Gingerly, Ana-Marie took his hand, leading him down into the captain's quarters.
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He hadn't expected her to be untouched. She gasped, and he kissed her whispering a million times over an apology for the pain. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers separating the stands of his hair.
Anyone that passed the cabin thought they head the girl crying, whimpering and mourning the loss of her father.
Sometimes it seemed so hard to tell the difference between sounds of pain and that of pleasure. Only Turner knew, alone in his cabin.
"Ah, Captain Ana-Marie, you'll be the death of me." Sparrow whispered afterwards, his unordained hands resting behind his head. She rested her head on his chest, his fingers twining through her hair.
"Don't call me that." She replied. "Captain. me? That's too scary. You be captain." She joked. He smiled, kissing the top of her head affectionately.
"Captain John Sparrow."
"Jackson Sparrow." Ana-Marie corrected.
"Captain Jackson. hmm. Captain Jack Sparrow." He finished on. "I quite like the sound of that."
"Hmmm, that's a worry. Well don't get used to it. I'm the only captain of this ship. You can only be captain of this cabin. Savvy?" She rolled over to meet his eyes.
"Well, I can't be captain of this cabin all by my onesies."
"Did you just say onesies? Sparrow, I'm beginning to worry about you."
"Yeah Jack, what is with you and your onesies?" Ana-Marie asked finally, watching Jack finish her liquor. Bastard.
"Well, me and my onesies go way back. ah my beautiful onesies." He mumbled.
"Arg. There's no getting any sense out of you when you're like this. You stupid drunk oaf. Roll over. I'm lying down." She said, pushing him back against the pillow again. She extracted the bottle from his hand, drinking the last few drops herself. "You, Jack Sparrow, have an Alcohol problem."
"No, no. I don't have an alcohol problem. My problem is. my problem is." Jack got distracted by his hands momentarily and lost his train of thought.
"You're arrogant?" Ana-Marie supplied innocently.
"No, my problem is. ah my beautiful Pearl. Beautiful Pearl, lot's of plunder, lots of rum but. my Ana. oh my Ana." He moaned. Then he put his arm around her shoulder, drawing her close. He put his other arm out in front of them and smiled. "Ah, can you see it? My Ana, standing at the helm, my arm wrapped around her, chasing that horizon together. You know. a ship isn't just a deck and a hull and . those floppy things. white, no no, we have black, floppy thing. sails. It's not just a deck and a hull and floppy sails. It's freedom. Me and Elizabeth, she understood. She understood. But she's not my Ana."
"You're an old fool Jack. Still the same old romantic you've always been."
"Ah, Ana." He said, realising who he was talking to. "My beautiful girl. Taught me. taught me everything. My. well my black Pearl, except not ship shaped. Ana shaped. That's interesting." He slurred, his eyes confused again.
"Hey, actually that is interesting. Did you name you're ship after me?" Ana-Marie asked curiously. Jack frowned, his brow furrowed with thought.
"Didn't think I did." Then he broke into a sly smile, his arm on her shoulder pulled her closer. "Would you sleep with me if I said yes?"
"You're an old fool Jack." She repeated laughing, leaning down to kiss him.
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