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Julianne awoke the next morning to find Jack sitting on the floor in the middle of the room twirling a full bottle of rum around on its side. He had apparently made some attempt to dress himself, although had not been terribly successful at it.
*Well, time for the fun to begin*, Juli thought to herself sitting up and setting her feet on the ground. Kicking something, she looked down to see all of their clothing from the previous day laying in a pile, and inconspicuously slid Jack's sword and pistol under the bed without his noticing.
"Mornin luv", she said cheerily getting up and going to the closet.
"Mmm", Jack grunted in reply.
After throwing something on, she crossed back over to Jack and held out her hands.
"Up", she commanded, but her request was denied as Jack simply stared up at her with somber eyes.
"Come on Jack", she continued, grabbing him by the arms. "You're going to get dressed and then we're going to get something to eat."
"Not hungry!"
"I know yer not hungry, but you're going anyway", she replied pulling him up into a standing position. Bending down again, she picked up the bottle of rum and took a drink herself then set it aside. "You're a mess", she started in on Jack again. "You're gonna 'ave to try a lil harder than this, unless you want to drive me insane", she added, getting him together.
"Pfft."
"There", she concluded irritatedely, yanking his belt a little too hard. "Let's go."
"I already told you I ain't hungry."
"And I already told you, I don't care, yer goin anyway. For god's sake Jack, it's a little early along for this stubbornness. Now let's go."
Huffing loudly, Jack allowed himself to be dragged from the cabin and out onto the deck.
"Why am I 'ere anyway. I should be over there captaining me own ship."
"Ana would kill you after a day if this."
"Oh, so now you think yer the only woman who can handle me? Well I've got news for you missy, no woman controls Captain Jack Sparrow. NO ONE!"
Whipping around and grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt, Julianne pulled Jack close to her with a jerk. "You are trying my patience Captain", she scolded. "Now you better get over yerself quick before I've 'ad it and throw you to the sharks."
"You'd throw me over board just for being an asshole? You wouldn't dare. You wouldn't dare", he chided as she turned around and continued for the galley pulling him behind her.
"Oh yes I would", she said to herself under her breath. Walking into the galley she found most of her crew was already there enjoying a freshly stocked breakfast.
"Ow long 'ave we been out?" Julianne asked her first mate sitting down at the table he was occupying along with both Turners, and pulling Jack down with her.
"Bout 3 hours."
"Good. You and Ana 'ave done an excellent job."
"Thank ye Cap'n. Although you should know, we 'aven't a clue where we're 'eadin. Just started sailing west like you told us."
"Right, I forgot", she replied turning to Jack who was staring blankly at nothing in particular. He was shaken from his daze as Juli began rooting through the pockets in his jacket for something.
"What are you doin", he asked gruffly.
She did not answer, but a few pockets later she pulled out what she was looking for. "Found it", she said, opening Jack's 'broken' compass.
"Hey, that's mine. Give me that", Jack demanded grabbing lazily for it. Holding her arm away from his reach Julianne examined it thoroughly, then promptly clapped it shut when a full plate was set in front of her and one in front of Jack.
"Eat up", she ordered.
"For the millionth time woman, I'm not hungry."
Picking up his fork, she slammed in down causing the base to stick into the table. "STOP CALLING ME WOMAN! Now whether you think yer hungry or not, you're going to eat every last bit of what's on your plate, cause if you don't I'm going to force it down your throat. Savvy?"
"Savvy", he mumbled begrudgingly and swiped the fork from her hand.
Elizabeth, who had previously remained quiet, now spoke up concerned.
"Do you really need to be so harsh with him?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yeah", Jack chimed in, in agreement.
Returning Elizabeth's questioning look with a scowl, Juli answered with contempt. "Ms. Turna, have you actually ever seen a person whose suffering from deprivation of Pratt root?"
Elizabeth shook her head no.
"Well, since I 'ave. And, I've actually used it and 'ad to quit meself, I would say that pretty much makes me the bloody authority on the subject. Wouldn't you agree?"
Elizabeth shook her head yes.
"Right, SO THEN DON'T QUESTION ME DAMNED METHODS. I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING."
Again Elizabeth shook her head yes, lowering her gaze.
"Now was that really necessary?" Jack cut in.
"SO HELP ME GOD JACK", Juli began raising her hand as though to slap him. Reconsidering for a minute, she lowered her hand before speaking, much more calmly. "Just finish your breakfast would you? Anyway, where's Will?" Julianne turned back to Elizabeth.
"On the Pearl helping Ana and Gibbs."
Julianne nodded.
With no response to her earlier request, Jack turned back to his plate and continued pushing his food around on it, taking an occasional bite here and there. After watching him keep it up for another ten minutes, Julianne decided she was satisfied with only half of his food being eaten.
"Good enough", she said, then pushed a large mug of water in front of him. "All of it", she instructed. Jack look at her with a horrified expression, as though she was telling him to drink an entire mug of piss. "You heard me", she reinforced. Turning back to stare at the cup, Jack swiped it up and downed its contents in one large gulp, spilling a good amount of it all over himself and the table. "Come on", Julianne said to him standing up. Jack, who had become quite subdued since almost being hit, did not argue, got up, and followed her out. Stepping up to the helm where one of her men was currently steering, Juli reopened the compass and checked their direction.
"I'll take it from 'ere Sprat."
"Aye, aye Cap'n", he answered making ready to head back down to the main deck.
"Actually mate", she stopped him, glancing over at Jack who had perched himself against the railing of the deck and was looking longingly back at his own ship behind them. "If ye wouldn't mind stayin up 'ere for a bit and keeping an eye on Cap'n Sparrow. Don't want him throwing himself over board. Just try and make yerself seem natural an all." The young man nodded and walked casually back to where Jack stood and pretended to look out too. He made a few short remarks to which Jack occasionally grunted, but that was about all. Drugged up as he was, Jack was no idiot, he knew exactly why the young sailor was there, and though he did not like it he managed to control himself from protesting. After 10 minutes of trying to start a conversation, the young sailor soon gave up and just stood there watching the captain.
The scene on the quarter deck remained the same for a good two hours. At some point Dipst had come up with a bottle of rum for Julianne to see if she wanted a break but she stayed where she was. Jack remained silent and motionless the entire time. Though the thought of pitching himself into the crystal waters had occurred to him several times, he simply tried his best to put it out of his mind. Besides, though his guard was young, he was obviously in quite good physical condition and the captain highly doubted he'd be successful should he attempt to go through with it. He'd probably end up being dragged back down to Julianne's cabin and be made to stay there for the remainder of the day, and he really much preferred the deck. Eventually though, he was no longer content to keep watch on his ship, and the sight of several other people steering it was really quite discouraging. Leaving his post at the railing, he headed across the deck towards the stairs.
"Where ye goin?" Julianne called to him.
"Not to worry luv, I'm not gonna throw meself over board if that's what you think. Just going down on the main deck to socialize for a bit", he said a bit more cheerful than he had been all day.
Not completely convinced that he was going down to actually socialize, Julianne nodded slightly and watched him go. To her surprise, after putzing around a bit, he did end up strolling over to Dipst and planted himself on the deck to talk to him for awhile. Upon his departure, Julianne motioned for her young and very bored sailor who had been watching Jack to go ahead and do as he wished. She stood there drinking, steering, and thinking to herself for another 15 minutes until she saw Elizabeth coming her way.
"Ahem", the younger woman cleared her throat timidly when Juli did not acknowledge her presence.
"What is it?"
"Well, I umm, I just came up here to say I'm sorry, what I mean is, I wanted to apologize for criticizing you in the galley earlier. I had no right."
Julianne looked at her with raised eyebrows, quite impressed. "It's alright, I shouldn't have taken my anger on him out on you anyway", she replied.
"It's just that he looked like he was suffering so terribly you know", Elizabeth continued to validate her actions.
"He is."
"Yes, Anamaria told me it was really quite awful, and she said she hadn't even ever tried it", Elizabeth went on, as more of a probing question than a statement.
Julianne nodded taking a drink. "Feels like dying", she said bluntly after her sip. "Ye don't want to eat, drink, sleep, do anything really except get more. The craving is almost unbearable, to the point where if you 'ad to choose between going on in that state or dying, you'd rather die."
"Why on earth would you ever get involved with something like that? It seems so stupid to put yourself through it."
"It does seem stupid doesn't. Looking back, I've often asked myself the same question."
"Then why?"
"Quite simply, it was fun. And I was young. I was younger than you are now when I first became a pirate. Ana told you about the bad part, but did she tell you about the good part? Being tripped up on Devil's Blood is one of the most amazing feelings in the world. Absolutely thrilling. Think of the best thing you've ever felt in yer life, well you take that and multiply it by about a hundred, and that's what it's like. And it's not just 'ow yer feelin emotionally neither, it's got a lot of physical benefits if yer doin anything perhaps stimulates the body as well." Here Julianne paused at the disgusted expression that spread across Elizabeth's face.
"Yes, I had heard about that part. So you were addicted then? Like those people on that island?"
"Addicted? No. Well I wasn't anyway. Jack on the other hand was quite addicted. I took just enough, and you know, we would do our thing and 'ave our fun, and that would be that. I'd feel like shit for a couple o days but I was never really heavily into it."
"But Jack was?"
Juli took a minute before answering this question. When she spoke, he tone changed from one of light reflection to more serious and thoughtful. "The thing is Elizabeth, contrary to what he would 'ave you believe, Captain Jack Sparrow is not invincible. He wakes up every morning and goes through his day fighting his demons just like any other man." Taking another sip from her bottle, Julianne found her eyes wandering to where Jack was still sitting with Dipst. "And he's got a lot o' demons mind you, more than most men even by pirate standards. The things he's seen in his life, he's been through and done, the things we've both done." Another pause. "When you think about it, we're nothing more than a bunch of thieves, a bunch of murders the lot of us. Sure you can dress it up by callin it piracy, but the facts o the matter remain the same. I have killed hundreds of people Ms. Turner, and not just men, but women and children. I have destroyed lives and livelihoods, all for my own gain. When I die, if there is a god who reigns supreme over this world, I've no doubt I will be punished for the sins I 'ave committed. But, I suppose that's the price I chose to pay for my freedom. Besides, its part of the life, what are gonna do?"
"Leave it. Go somewhere and live a normal life."
"A normal life, is that what you call it. We've 'ad this conversation before. Besides, where would I go? I'm a wanted woman in almost every province, town, and territory within 300 miles of 'ere. You think anyone's going to let me just waltz into their little story book worlds and move in next door? I don't."
"You could go to Tortuga."
"To what purpose? Be honest now, would you want to live on that wretched little island? I could never do it anyway, live there, watching everyone else sailing in and out. No, this is where I belong. I don't know anything else."
To this Elizabeth made no response, but stood next to the captain quietly contemplating what she had just learned. Trying to steer the conversation back to its original purpose, she asked, "Why did you decide to quit anyway?"
"Quit what?" Julianne asked, already forgetting what they had been talking about earlier.
"The Devil's Blood."
"Oh right. I don't know, lots of reasons really. I guess I just got to a point where I realized that I couldn't really enjoy life anymore without it. And what kinda life is that? So, you know, I just decided it was time to give it up. Like I said, I wasn't that far into it so quitting wasn't nearly as 'ard for me."
"And Jack just went along with it?"
"Oh hell no, if he'd had his way we'd still be hooked. We fought about it for days. He knew what he was in for if he decided to go through with it, and the idea of it all just didn't take to him very well."
"So how'd he end up doing it?"
"Eventually I convinced him."
"Just like that? You convinced him and he agreed?"
"Well, it might 'ave been a little more involved than that."
"How?" Elizabeth demanded, causing Julianne to look at her a little shocked.
"Let's just say, when it comes down to it, there are certain things more important to Jack that he'd rather not be deprived of than the Pratt root. Either way, deep down he knew I was right, so it was only a matter of finding the best way to make him realize it."
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Julianne awoke the next morning to find Jack sitting on the floor in the middle of the room twirling a full bottle of rum around on its side. He had apparently made some attempt to dress himself, although had not been terribly successful at it.
*Well, time for the fun to begin*, Juli thought to herself sitting up and setting her feet on the ground. Kicking something, she looked down to see all of their clothing from the previous day laying in a pile, and inconspicuously slid Jack's sword and pistol under the bed without his noticing.
"Mornin luv", she said cheerily getting up and going to the closet.
"Mmm", Jack grunted in reply.
After throwing something on, she crossed back over to Jack and held out her hands.
"Up", she commanded, but her request was denied as Jack simply stared up at her with somber eyes.
"Come on Jack", she continued, grabbing him by the arms. "You're going to get dressed and then we're going to get something to eat."
"Not hungry!"
"I know yer not hungry, but you're going anyway", she replied pulling him up into a standing position. Bending down again, she picked up the bottle of rum and took a drink herself then set it aside. "You're a mess", she started in on Jack again. "You're gonna 'ave to try a lil harder than this, unless you want to drive me insane", she added, getting him together.
"Pfft."
"There", she concluded irritatedely, yanking his belt a little too hard. "Let's go."
"I already told you I ain't hungry."
"And I already told you, I don't care, yer goin anyway. For god's sake Jack, it's a little early along for this stubbornness. Now let's go."
Huffing loudly, Jack allowed himself to be dragged from the cabin and out onto the deck.
"Why am I 'ere anyway. I should be over there captaining me own ship."
"Ana would kill you after a day if this."
"Oh, so now you think yer the only woman who can handle me? Well I've got news for you missy, no woman controls Captain Jack Sparrow. NO ONE!"
Whipping around and grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt, Julianne pulled Jack close to her with a jerk. "You are trying my patience Captain", she scolded. "Now you better get over yerself quick before I've 'ad it and throw you to the sharks."
"You'd throw me over board just for being an asshole? You wouldn't dare. You wouldn't dare", he chided as she turned around and continued for the galley pulling him behind her.
"Oh yes I would", she said to herself under her breath. Walking into the galley she found most of her crew was already there enjoying a freshly stocked breakfast.
"Ow long 'ave we been out?" Julianne asked her first mate sitting down at the table he was occupying along with both Turners, and pulling Jack down with her.
"Bout 3 hours."
"Good. You and Ana 'ave done an excellent job."
"Thank ye Cap'n. Although you should know, we 'aven't a clue where we're 'eadin. Just started sailing west like you told us."
"Right, I forgot", she replied turning to Jack who was staring blankly at nothing in particular. He was shaken from his daze as Juli began rooting through the pockets in his jacket for something.
"What are you doin", he asked gruffly.
She did not answer, but a few pockets later she pulled out what she was looking for. "Found it", she said, opening Jack's 'broken' compass.
"Hey, that's mine. Give me that", Jack demanded grabbing lazily for it. Holding her arm away from his reach Julianne examined it thoroughly, then promptly clapped it shut when a full plate was set in front of her and one in front of Jack.
"Eat up", she ordered.
"For the millionth time woman, I'm not hungry."
Picking up his fork, she slammed in down causing the base to stick into the table. "STOP CALLING ME WOMAN! Now whether you think yer hungry or not, you're going to eat every last bit of what's on your plate, cause if you don't I'm going to force it down your throat. Savvy?"
"Savvy", he mumbled begrudgingly and swiped the fork from her hand.
Elizabeth, who had previously remained quiet, now spoke up concerned.
"Do you really need to be so harsh with him?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yeah", Jack chimed in, in agreement.
Returning Elizabeth's questioning look with a scowl, Juli answered with contempt. "Ms. Turna, have you actually ever seen a person whose suffering from deprivation of Pratt root?"
Elizabeth shook her head no.
"Well, since I 'ave. And, I've actually used it and 'ad to quit meself, I would say that pretty much makes me the bloody authority on the subject. Wouldn't you agree?"
Elizabeth shook her head yes.
"Right, SO THEN DON'T QUESTION ME DAMNED METHODS. I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING."
Again Elizabeth shook her head yes, lowering her gaze.
"Now was that really necessary?" Jack cut in.
"SO HELP ME GOD JACK", Juli began raising her hand as though to slap him. Reconsidering for a minute, she lowered her hand before speaking, much more calmly. "Just finish your breakfast would you? Anyway, where's Will?" Julianne turned back to Elizabeth.
"On the Pearl helping Ana and Gibbs."
Julianne nodded.
With no response to her earlier request, Jack turned back to his plate and continued pushing his food around on it, taking an occasional bite here and there. After watching him keep it up for another ten minutes, Julianne decided she was satisfied with only half of his food being eaten.
"Good enough", she said, then pushed a large mug of water in front of him. "All of it", she instructed. Jack look at her with a horrified expression, as though she was telling him to drink an entire mug of piss. "You heard me", she reinforced. Turning back to stare at the cup, Jack swiped it up and downed its contents in one large gulp, spilling a good amount of it all over himself and the table. "Come on", Julianne said to him standing up. Jack, who had become quite subdued since almost being hit, did not argue, got up, and followed her out. Stepping up to the helm where one of her men was currently steering, Juli reopened the compass and checked their direction.
"I'll take it from 'ere Sprat."
"Aye, aye Cap'n", he answered making ready to head back down to the main deck.
"Actually mate", she stopped him, glancing over at Jack who had perched himself against the railing of the deck and was looking longingly back at his own ship behind them. "If ye wouldn't mind stayin up 'ere for a bit and keeping an eye on Cap'n Sparrow. Don't want him throwing himself over board. Just try and make yerself seem natural an all." The young man nodded and walked casually back to where Jack stood and pretended to look out too. He made a few short remarks to which Jack occasionally grunted, but that was about all. Drugged up as he was, Jack was no idiot, he knew exactly why the young sailor was there, and though he did not like it he managed to control himself from protesting. After 10 minutes of trying to start a conversation, the young sailor soon gave up and just stood there watching the captain.
The scene on the quarter deck remained the same for a good two hours. At some point Dipst had come up with a bottle of rum for Julianne to see if she wanted a break but she stayed where she was. Jack remained silent and motionless the entire time. Though the thought of pitching himself into the crystal waters had occurred to him several times, he simply tried his best to put it out of his mind. Besides, though his guard was young, he was obviously in quite good physical condition and the captain highly doubted he'd be successful should he attempt to go through with it. He'd probably end up being dragged back down to Julianne's cabin and be made to stay there for the remainder of the day, and he really much preferred the deck. Eventually though, he was no longer content to keep watch on his ship, and the sight of several other people steering it was really quite discouraging. Leaving his post at the railing, he headed across the deck towards the stairs.
"Where ye goin?" Julianne called to him.
"Not to worry luv, I'm not gonna throw meself over board if that's what you think. Just going down on the main deck to socialize for a bit", he said a bit more cheerful than he had been all day.
Not completely convinced that he was going down to actually socialize, Julianne nodded slightly and watched him go. To her surprise, after putzing around a bit, he did end up strolling over to Dipst and planted himself on the deck to talk to him for awhile. Upon his departure, Julianne motioned for her young and very bored sailor who had been watching Jack to go ahead and do as he wished. She stood there drinking, steering, and thinking to herself for another 15 minutes until she saw Elizabeth coming her way.
"Ahem", the younger woman cleared her throat timidly when Juli did not acknowledge her presence.
"What is it?"
"Well, I umm, I just came up here to say I'm sorry, what I mean is, I wanted to apologize for criticizing you in the galley earlier. I had no right."
Julianne looked at her with raised eyebrows, quite impressed. "It's alright, I shouldn't have taken my anger on him out on you anyway", she replied.
"It's just that he looked like he was suffering so terribly you know", Elizabeth continued to validate her actions.
"He is."
"Yes, Anamaria told me it was really quite awful, and she said she hadn't even ever tried it", Elizabeth went on, as more of a probing question than a statement.
Julianne nodded taking a drink. "Feels like dying", she said bluntly after her sip. "Ye don't want to eat, drink, sleep, do anything really except get more. The craving is almost unbearable, to the point where if you 'ad to choose between going on in that state or dying, you'd rather die."
"Why on earth would you ever get involved with something like that? It seems so stupid to put yourself through it."
"It does seem stupid doesn't. Looking back, I've often asked myself the same question."
"Then why?"
"Quite simply, it was fun. And I was young. I was younger than you are now when I first became a pirate. Ana told you about the bad part, but did she tell you about the good part? Being tripped up on Devil's Blood is one of the most amazing feelings in the world. Absolutely thrilling. Think of the best thing you've ever felt in yer life, well you take that and multiply it by about a hundred, and that's what it's like. And it's not just 'ow yer feelin emotionally neither, it's got a lot of physical benefits if yer doin anything perhaps stimulates the body as well." Here Julianne paused at the disgusted expression that spread across Elizabeth's face.
"Yes, I had heard about that part. So you were addicted then? Like those people on that island?"
"Addicted? No. Well I wasn't anyway. Jack on the other hand was quite addicted. I took just enough, and you know, we would do our thing and 'ave our fun, and that would be that. I'd feel like shit for a couple o days but I was never really heavily into it."
"But Jack was?"
Juli took a minute before answering this question. When she spoke, he tone changed from one of light reflection to more serious and thoughtful. "The thing is Elizabeth, contrary to what he would 'ave you believe, Captain Jack Sparrow is not invincible. He wakes up every morning and goes through his day fighting his demons just like any other man." Taking another sip from her bottle, Julianne found her eyes wandering to where Jack was still sitting with Dipst. "And he's got a lot o' demons mind you, more than most men even by pirate standards. The things he's seen in his life, he's been through and done, the things we've both done." Another pause. "When you think about it, we're nothing more than a bunch of thieves, a bunch of murders the lot of us. Sure you can dress it up by callin it piracy, but the facts o the matter remain the same. I have killed hundreds of people Ms. Turner, and not just men, but women and children. I have destroyed lives and livelihoods, all for my own gain. When I die, if there is a god who reigns supreme over this world, I've no doubt I will be punished for the sins I 'ave committed. But, I suppose that's the price I chose to pay for my freedom. Besides, its part of the life, what are gonna do?"
"Leave it. Go somewhere and live a normal life."
"A normal life, is that what you call it. We've 'ad this conversation before. Besides, where would I go? I'm a wanted woman in almost every province, town, and territory within 300 miles of 'ere. You think anyone's going to let me just waltz into their little story book worlds and move in next door? I don't."
"You could go to Tortuga."
"To what purpose? Be honest now, would you want to live on that wretched little island? I could never do it anyway, live there, watching everyone else sailing in and out. No, this is where I belong. I don't know anything else."
To this Elizabeth made no response, but stood next to the captain quietly contemplating what she had just learned. Trying to steer the conversation back to its original purpose, she asked, "Why did you decide to quit anyway?"
"Quit what?" Julianne asked, already forgetting what they had been talking about earlier.
"The Devil's Blood."
"Oh right. I don't know, lots of reasons really. I guess I just got to a point where I realized that I couldn't really enjoy life anymore without it. And what kinda life is that? So, you know, I just decided it was time to give it up. Like I said, I wasn't that far into it so quitting wasn't nearly as 'ard for me."
"And Jack just went along with it?"
"Oh hell no, if he'd had his way we'd still be hooked. We fought about it for days. He knew what he was in for if he decided to go through with it, and the idea of it all just didn't take to him very well."
"So how'd he end up doing it?"
"Eventually I convinced him."
"Just like that? You convinced him and he agreed?"
"Well, it might 'ave been a little more involved than that."
"How?" Elizabeth demanded, causing Julianne to look at her a little shocked.
"Let's just say, when it comes down to it, there are certain things more important to Jack that he'd rather not be deprived of than the Pratt root. Either way, deep down he knew I was right, so it was only a matter of finding the best way to make him realize it."