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Please tell me what you think, I've felt like the last chapters have been a little off, but I'm getting back it the swing now.
Someone asked me how Ana-Maria could forgive him, and I can only say this: She forgave him because it's what she had to do. Sometimes forgiveness isn't just about the person receiving it; it's about the person giving it. And she loves him.
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"Did I ever tell you how sorry I was?" Jack said finally, pulling a face.
"For sending me into that room with Elizabeth and Will?" Ana-Maria asked. Jack nodded. It was night again. The day had been, well, interesting. It seemed the Commodore had decided that maybe he wasn't so happy about Jack's ungraceful escape, and was following then with what looked like every intention of pursuit.
Not that he was any match for the Pearl.
The scraggly bunch of men that Gibbs had put together as a crew had worked long and hard all day, Ana-Maria and Jack amongst them. Though in truth, Jack had more waved his arms around, gesturing to others how they should work, and grinned at his pearl.
Either that or he talked to the parrot. It was worrying actually. He seemed to be taking advice from it now, and that was never a good sign.
"Well," Ana-Maria continued, pulling of her boots. Jack leant against the doorway happily watching her. "I think you might have mentioned it, but I wouldn't mind hearing you say it again." She said primly. Jack came to sit by her at the bed, his theatrical charm enough to make Ana-Maria roll her eyes.
"Then I must apologise from the bottom of my," He paused, raising his eyebrows as he thought of some adjectives. "Scurvy black heart, to have traumatised you in such a way, having to see Elizabeth and Will in bed together." He grinned hopefully.
"Jack, what are you doing in my room?" She said disparagingly.
"Ah, well," He said conspiringly. "Since we didn't have a peep from that lovely couple all day, I'd say they still want to be using my cabin. And I need a place to sleep, my lovely Ana-Maria." He placed his arm around her shoulder, tapping his bejewelled fingers against her skin.
"It's a grand plan, to be sure," Ana-Maria said, mimicking him. "But, Jack, what makes me think I'm going to let you stay here again?" She raised her eyebrows, shaking her head slightly at his mistake.
"Well," Jack said, dropping his head. He then reached into his pocket theatrically, drawing out a bottle of rum and dangling it in front of her face. "Because luvy, I bought you a present."
"Be still my heart." Ana-Maria said sarcastically, shrugging him off, and standing up. She opened her sets of drawers, pulling out her night things. Jack raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Oh get away you," She said when she saw his face. "Now close you eyes while I change. Jack." She growled.
"Never known you one for chastity." He said, before raising his hands, surrendering and closing his eyes. Ana-Maria bit her lip, and then turned her back on him.
"You know, most girls," She started, pulling her undershirt over her head. Jack opened one eye and grinned. "Most girls get flowers and jewellery, and," She continued, pulling off her trousers. "Moon light walks on the beach and declarations of love, and what do I get?" She said, sliding her nightdress over her head. "Rum, and a pirate to boot." She finished turning round, catching Jack with his eyes open.
He panicked slightly, and then shut them as though they had always been closed. Ana-Maria just growled. She looked in the mirror, carefully removing her gold hoop earrings. Then she turned back around, placing her hands on her hips. Jack opened his eyes innocently.
"Does that mean you want me to take the rum back?" Jack leered."
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She lay in his arms, him kissing her shoulder thoughtfully. His beads clanged softly against her skin, the only sound other then their breathing and the creaking of the ship.
"You know, I didn't really think you'd ever do this." She said, tugging at his beard. He widened his eyes.
"Do what?"
"The beads thing. With the plaiting. Its so, you know, girly." Ana-Maria said, laughing as he became upset. "I mean, very manly. Terrifying."
"That's more like it." He said absentmindedly.
"When did you do it anyway?" Ana-Maria asked. Jack frowned, making a dismissive gesture with his hands. He rolled away from her slightly. "What is it?"
"Did it on the island." He said, lying flat on his back. Ana rolled onto her side, and ran her fingers across the scars on his chest distractedly. "Got so bored. Three days is still a long time." Jack said, and Ana-Maria scoffed.
"Oh yeah."
"What? It is." Sparrow said indignantly. "'Specially if you thinking that you're going to die the entire time. Its funny, the whole time, I kinda thought they might come back." Ana-Maria frowned questioningly.
"Jack, they'd mutinied against you and left you for dead."
"I know. But I just, I didn't think they'd truly leave me. Like family to me, those boys were. Barbossa was, we was close. I never thought he truly." His eyes glazed over, and it was like he was talking to himself. Ana-Maria listened sympathetically. "You know, even when I was in that hell hole of a prison in Port Royal......"
"First time or the second time?" Ana-Maria interjected cheekily.
"First time." Jack growled. He raised his arm, putting it around her shoulder so that his fingers could rest on the area between her ribs and her hips. "I was lying in that hell hole, miserable,"
"Only because there was no rum." She said sarcastically. Jack growled, turning his head towards her.
"You gunna let me finish woman?" He said. "God, I get no bloody respect."
"Aye, aye captain." Ana-Maria muttered.
"Anyway, I was lying there, ready to die, but when I heard those cannons, the Pearls cannons, and first thought was 'Their here to save me. My crew's come to save me.' I mean, after ten years," He said, whistling softly through his teeth. "Ten years, and I still. I dunno." He broke off. Ana- Maria shrugged, and moved to kiss his nose sweetly.
"That's cause you're a good man Jack. A loyal man. Cause that's what you'd do. No matter how long it's been, no matter what's happened, you'd still put your neck on the line for one of your people. Elizabeth and Will know that. I know it. Look at how you helped Elizabeth and Will."
"Hmmm. Doesn't make me a good man. Mean's I hold a grudge for a long time." He said quietly. "They've got no delusions as to why I helped them."
"Then why'd you help me?" Ana-Maria said. "In Acadia? Why'd you bother?" He pursed his lips, and shook his head.
"That's a different story."
"Jack, you saved one bullet for ten years, one bullet that could have turned a million fights in your favour, to get back at one man. You went after Julia, after all she'd done to you, after you'd lost everything in your life because of her. And you rescued me, saved me, after five years without a word. A man who does that is a man worth trusting."
"That's different." He repeated.
"Why?" She said curiously.
"What you did, when you came back for me in the Pearl, that was a amazing thing after all I'd done to you. That was something worth commending."
"Jack," She said sternly. "You're changing the subject."
"Ana, I don't change. The years have passed and I haven't changed." He said, looking over at her, for once with utmost clarity in his eyes. "I carried that bullet for Barbossa all those years, and I carried your words with me. You say it's been ten years."
"Eleven." She corrected in a small voice.
"But for me, its..." He shook his head, lost for words. "The sun rises and sets each night, but that doesn't change anything." He said simply.
Ana-Maria smiled, moving so that she lay on top of him, her chin pressed into the hollow of his chest. She stayed there for a moment, and then kissed his cheek.
"Jack,"
"Hmm?" He said, his eyes closed.
"You never stop surprising me." He nodded.
"Good thing. Otherwise I'd probably have to kill you. Can't be predictable now." He said, his breath tickling her hair. He paused, and then added. "Ana-Maria? Don't let me drink and become all philosophical again."
"Check." She murmured before as sleep claimed Jack. "No drunk philosophising."
"Jack? Are you awake?" Ana-Maria asked. She sat up, Jacks tanned arm sliding off her skin and onto the bed. She bit her lip, watching his sleeping face. She leant over, and opened her bedside draw. She pulled something out, and held it in her hands thoughtfully. An emerald glinted at its hilt angrily.
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Please tell me what you think, I've felt like the last chapters have been a little off, but I'm getting back it the swing now.
Someone asked me how Ana-Maria could forgive him, and I can only say this: She forgave him because it's what she had to do. Sometimes forgiveness isn't just about the person receiving it; it's about the person giving it. And she loves him.
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"Did I ever tell you how sorry I was?" Jack said finally, pulling a face.
"For sending me into that room with Elizabeth and Will?" Ana-Maria asked. Jack nodded. It was night again. The day had been, well, interesting. It seemed the Commodore had decided that maybe he wasn't so happy about Jack's ungraceful escape, and was following then with what looked like every intention of pursuit.
Not that he was any match for the Pearl.
The scraggly bunch of men that Gibbs had put together as a crew had worked long and hard all day, Ana-Maria and Jack amongst them. Though in truth, Jack had more waved his arms around, gesturing to others how they should work, and grinned at his pearl.
Either that or he talked to the parrot. It was worrying actually. He seemed to be taking advice from it now, and that was never a good sign.
"Well," Ana-Maria continued, pulling of her boots. Jack leant against the doorway happily watching her. "I think you might have mentioned it, but I wouldn't mind hearing you say it again." She said primly. Jack came to sit by her at the bed, his theatrical charm enough to make Ana-Maria roll her eyes.
"Then I must apologise from the bottom of my," He paused, raising his eyebrows as he thought of some adjectives. "Scurvy black heart, to have traumatised you in such a way, having to see Elizabeth and Will in bed together." He grinned hopefully.
"Jack, what are you doing in my room?" She said disparagingly.
"Ah, well," He said conspiringly. "Since we didn't have a peep from that lovely couple all day, I'd say they still want to be using my cabin. And I need a place to sleep, my lovely Ana-Maria." He placed his arm around her shoulder, tapping his bejewelled fingers against her skin.
"It's a grand plan, to be sure," Ana-Maria said, mimicking him. "But, Jack, what makes me think I'm going to let you stay here again?" She raised her eyebrows, shaking her head slightly at his mistake.
"Well," Jack said, dropping his head. He then reached into his pocket theatrically, drawing out a bottle of rum and dangling it in front of her face. "Because luvy, I bought you a present."
"Be still my heart." Ana-Maria said sarcastically, shrugging him off, and standing up. She opened her sets of drawers, pulling out her night things. Jack raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Oh get away you," She said when she saw his face. "Now close you eyes while I change. Jack." She growled.
"Never known you one for chastity." He said, before raising his hands, surrendering and closing his eyes. Ana-Maria bit her lip, and then turned her back on him.
"You know, most girls," She started, pulling her undershirt over her head. Jack opened one eye and grinned. "Most girls get flowers and jewellery, and," She continued, pulling off her trousers. "Moon light walks on the beach and declarations of love, and what do I get?" She said, sliding her nightdress over her head. "Rum, and a pirate to boot." She finished turning round, catching Jack with his eyes open.
He panicked slightly, and then shut them as though they had always been closed. Ana-Maria just growled. She looked in the mirror, carefully removing her gold hoop earrings. Then she turned back around, placing her hands on her hips. Jack opened his eyes innocently.
"Does that mean you want me to take the rum back?" Jack leered."
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She lay in his arms, him kissing her shoulder thoughtfully. His beads clanged softly against her skin, the only sound other then their breathing and the creaking of the ship.
"You know, I didn't really think you'd ever do this." She said, tugging at his beard. He widened his eyes.
"Do what?"
"The beads thing. With the plaiting. Its so, you know, girly." Ana-Maria said, laughing as he became upset. "I mean, very manly. Terrifying."
"That's more like it." He said absentmindedly.
"When did you do it anyway?" Ana-Maria asked. Jack frowned, making a dismissive gesture with his hands. He rolled away from her slightly. "What is it?"
"Did it on the island." He said, lying flat on his back. Ana rolled onto her side, and ran her fingers across the scars on his chest distractedly. "Got so bored. Three days is still a long time." Jack said, and Ana-Maria scoffed.
"Oh yeah."
"What? It is." Sparrow said indignantly. "'Specially if you thinking that you're going to die the entire time. Its funny, the whole time, I kinda thought they might come back." Ana-Maria frowned questioningly.
"Jack, they'd mutinied against you and left you for dead."
"I know. But I just, I didn't think they'd truly leave me. Like family to me, those boys were. Barbossa was, we was close. I never thought he truly." His eyes glazed over, and it was like he was talking to himself. Ana-Maria listened sympathetically. "You know, even when I was in that hell hole of a prison in Port Royal......"
"First time or the second time?" Ana-Maria interjected cheekily.
"First time." Jack growled. He raised his arm, putting it around her shoulder so that his fingers could rest on the area between her ribs and her hips. "I was lying in that hell hole, miserable,"
"Only because there was no rum." She said sarcastically. Jack growled, turning his head towards her.
"You gunna let me finish woman?" He said. "God, I get no bloody respect."
"Aye, aye captain." Ana-Maria muttered.
"Anyway, I was lying there, ready to die, but when I heard those cannons, the Pearls cannons, and first thought was 'Their here to save me. My crew's come to save me.' I mean, after ten years," He said, whistling softly through his teeth. "Ten years, and I still. I dunno." He broke off. Ana- Maria shrugged, and moved to kiss his nose sweetly.
"That's cause you're a good man Jack. A loyal man. Cause that's what you'd do. No matter how long it's been, no matter what's happened, you'd still put your neck on the line for one of your people. Elizabeth and Will know that. I know it. Look at how you helped Elizabeth and Will."
"Hmmm. Doesn't make me a good man. Mean's I hold a grudge for a long time." He said quietly. "They've got no delusions as to why I helped them."
"Then why'd you help me?" Ana-Maria said. "In Acadia? Why'd you bother?" He pursed his lips, and shook his head.
"That's a different story."
"Jack, you saved one bullet for ten years, one bullet that could have turned a million fights in your favour, to get back at one man. You went after Julia, after all she'd done to you, after you'd lost everything in your life because of her. And you rescued me, saved me, after five years without a word. A man who does that is a man worth trusting."
"That's different." He repeated.
"Why?" She said curiously.
"What you did, when you came back for me in the Pearl, that was a amazing thing after all I'd done to you. That was something worth commending."
"Jack," She said sternly. "You're changing the subject."
"Ana, I don't change. The years have passed and I haven't changed." He said, looking over at her, for once with utmost clarity in his eyes. "I carried that bullet for Barbossa all those years, and I carried your words with me. You say it's been ten years."
"Eleven." She corrected in a small voice.
"But for me, its..." He shook his head, lost for words. "The sun rises and sets each night, but that doesn't change anything." He said simply.
Ana-Maria smiled, moving so that she lay on top of him, her chin pressed into the hollow of his chest. She stayed there for a moment, and then kissed his cheek.
"Jack,"
"Hmm?" He said, his eyes closed.
"You never stop surprising me." He nodded.
"Good thing. Otherwise I'd probably have to kill you. Can't be predictable now." He said, his breath tickling her hair. He paused, and then added. "Ana-Maria? Don't let me drink and become all philosophical again."
"Check." She murmured before as sleep claimed Jack. "No drunk philosophising."
"Jack? Are you awake?" Ana-Maria asked. She sat up, Jacks tanned arm sliding off her skin and onto the bed. She bit her lip, watching his sleeping face. She leant over, and opened her bedside draw. She pulled something out, and held it in her hands thoughtfully. An emerald glinted at its hilt angrily.
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