A/N: Okay, have to admit, I kinda messed up and confused some people on the last chapter! Now lets' start with New York- yes, it was there back then. But it was only a colony, because this story takes place in the late 1700's. Now the bra thing, you so right! No bra's back then! Sorry! I'll try to do better. I guess poor Dinah will have to wear corsets….because who likes being without "support"? And putting her hair in her hat- that was kinda like a disguise. Because if Jack saw something who looked like her but then didn't see her chestnut colored hair, then he would know that it wasn't her…get it?
Now on with the story!
Jack whistled as he walked up the plank leading to his ship. He had just spent two hours with a wonderful woman and two hours before that, talking with old friends. It's been a good day. Then he remembered who was on board and suddenly felt…different. But he decided not to show that so he kept whistling again.
"Gibbs! Shove off!"
"Aye, Captain!" Jack smiled. That's what I like. No argument from him or anyone else on this ship…except for Dinah. Speaking of Dinah… Jack turned around and marched to her cabin and knocked.
He heard something bump and running around, then heard her saying 'stay'.
She opened the door slightly and smiled, "Yes Captain?"
"You've been here all day?"
Dinah nodded.
"No…leaving the ship?"
Dinah shook her head.
"Did Ana get what you wanted?" Jack asked, but before she could answer he strode in, leaving the door open. He looked around, looking for something that she would talk to. It didn't look that much different, in fact. "So where is it?" He asked turning around and facing her.
"What Captain?"
"Your writing thing…"
"Oh!" Dinah moved her left hand to the chest that Ana had out and handed it to the captain. She kept her right hand behind her back, for the bruise had grown much worse and deeper in color. Jack looked at the book. It was a thin, leather-covered book. She opened it and flipped through the pages. Nothing.
"What do you plan to do with it?"
"Well, that's my business, Captain, if you don't mind…" She said, taking the book back. Jack noticed that she had only showed her left hand during this whole conversation, in fact that's all he had seen all day and last night.
"What's with you?"
"What do you mean?" She asked innocently.
"Your right hand." He said, holding out his own hand.
"What about it?"
"Let me see it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm the captain and I said so."
Dinah sighed and knew there wasn't a way of getting around it. She held out her arm, luckily her sleeve covered her wrist, hopefully he wouldn't touch it. It was awfully frail today. But he grabbed the wrist and she yelped in pain. He paused, looking at her, her clinched fist at her side and her mouth desperately trying to stay closed. He lifted up the sleeve and moved his hand. His eyes bulged at the sight of her wrist. Black and blue and purple were the colors that circled her wrist and orange and dark yellow framed the dark colors.
Before he could ask what had happened, he felt his leg being blown on. He looked down.
"What is that?" He asked pointing to the thing at his feet. Dinah bent down and picked up a piglet.
"This is Wilbur."
Jack's mouth opened a little and his hand flung out to the side of him. He took two deep breaths and closed his eyes before opening them and seeing the pig again. His face flushed and he marched out of the cabin.
"GIBBS! ANA!" Jack yelled and the two quickly came to him, and Dinah followed their lead.
Jack cleared his throat, not knowing where to start. "Where did that come from?" He said pointing to the pig.
"Well see," Gibbs and Ana started at the same time but Dinah stepped in-between them and Jack.
"No, I need to tell you something first."
Jack eyed her as she put the pig down, pointed to Jack's cabin and the little pig went. Dinah followed him and Jack after her. After they all got there and she was sitting on a desk chair with Wilbur in her lap and Jack was sitting on the bed, she asked, "What do you want to know first?"
"Where in the bloody he-"
"HEY! Virgin ears here…" She said pointing to Wilbur. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Where did you get the stupid thing?"
"Well first off, I don't like how you're calling him stupid and you haven't even met him!" Dinah said getting up and setting Wilbur on the chair
"He's a bloody pig!"
"I don't care. He's got a personality and he's trainable, and potty-trained!"
"Well that's a load off my mind!" Jack said sarcastically.
"Nathan told me that he was the runt of the litter…no decent farmer or anyone else for that matter would ever buy him. And he didn't have the heart of taking advantage of a runt…" She explained, giving Jack puppy-dog eyes.
"Who the blast is Nathan!?"
"The man who sold me Wilbur!"
The man? Dinah doesn't even call me a man…I think.
"Well I don't care! What I want to know is why the thing is on my ship!"
"Because I bought him," She said quietly.
A light came on in Jack's head. He slowly got up. Nathan told her? She bought him?
"YOU BLOODY PROMISED!"
"Calm down! I promised you that I wouldn't set a foot on the plank…and I didn't. Ana gave me a piggy-back ride down to the dock and up to the ship."
Jack started to laugh. He sat down on his bed and laughed harder, and then just stopped. "So let me get this straight, you promised me that you wouldn't set a foot on the plank and you didn't, but you went through the trouble of getting Ana to carry you, just so you could what? Buy a pig? Send out an SOS? Pierce your body?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I would never pierce anything else than my ears…" Jack rubbed his forehead.
"What else did you buy?"
"Pardon?"
"What else did you buy, Dinah?!"
"I uh…bought some clothes…"
"Okay fine. You can keep the pig. But where did you get that huge thing on your wrist?" Jack asked looking into her eyes.
Dinah seemed hurt. "Jackson Wyatt Sparrow! How dare you ask me such a thing!" She yelled. "If you don't know or don't have any idea then I'm not going to tell you! How could you be so disconnected to not notice!? How can you be so…AHHH! Forget it!" And with that she picked up Wilbur and left.
That night Jack went out and lay in the middle of the boat. They were docked somewhere close to Bermuda, hopefully Dinah wouldn't realize and demand to be taken back home. Jack only remembered two times when he was called by his full name. The first time he was three and his mother said it in a loving/sad tone. She had just gotten word that her husband had died. His boat, taken over by the British Army and he and his crew were promptly taken to the gallows.
The second time was when he was rowing away (on Ana's "borrowed" boat) from a west Bermuda beach. It was by Dinah of course. She was crying and calling his name, over and over again she called, but he kept rowing until she was out of sight and out of audible range.
He was taken there by rum traders and found Dinah, right where he had left her two months before. When her mother heard that Jack was back she told Dinah to never see him again, but Dinah of course disobeyed her mother.
But she snuck out of the house every night and they would go lay on a beach. But one night Ana Maria docked at "their" beach and they were introduced. Dinah spent the next days with Ana and Jack kept thinking about her little boat. He needed it if he ever needed to get to Barbossa and reclaim his ship. But the only thing stopping him from taking it was Dinah.
Finally one night they were on the beach and she fell asleep. So he quietly crept on to the boat, but while he was rowing, she woke up. And he hadn't heard or seen her again since this week.
That woman would've followed me if she could've. But I didn't particularly want her to follow me. Who knows why. I don't even know why I left other than for the Pearl, but why then? I bet she came up with about a million over those two years while I was fighting for my ship and then just wondering around on it. Many times I thought of coming to get her, but who was I kidding? Why would she come back to me? I left her crying and screaming my name on a beach. I guess the best I can do are women like Scarlet…
October 15th, 1795
I'm on this blasted ship again. Jack kidnapped me when I was on The Douglas. Why doesn't this man just leave me alone? Was it not enough that he left me alone on a beach with no explanation? But now he has to come back two years later and ruin the rest of my life.
When mother told me for months if I was sorry that I had gotten involved with a pirate I wanted to smack her because she was getting into my business and then rubbing my nose in the whole deal. When James came to visit and asked if I had caught any guys in the past year I wanted to get my gun. But now I wish they would've warned be before I got involved with this man.
I was only a girl when I first met Jack! And he wasn't even that much of a pirate when I met him. But he had a ship, and that's what I wanted. I needed to get away from life and Jack was the one to take me…so I guess in a way I used him…but it's not like he used me too…
He gave me a bruise yesterday…I remember when he told me about never hitting a girl and that was one thing about him that wasn't going to change. He was going to be half-way polite to woman, and "exceptionally nice to you, Dinah Dear" were his words. If leaving a person on a beach for no reason is treating them exceptional, then I hate to think what he does to people he hates…
Author P/S's….If you haven't noticed, this last entry was Dinah writing in her journal. And whenever you see this writing, it will always be hers. Okay?