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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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Roxanne ducked past into a back alley, trying to stay in the shadows. At this point, she could trust no one. She turned sharply, and glided across a dank wall. She slipped past a group of drunks unnoticed, and started sprinting towards her street. Roxanne ran up her front steps and fumbled with her key, nearly snapping it off in the keyhole. She heard the satisfied CLICK and turned the knob. She was grateful to see that the pirates did not yet know where she lived, seeing as how everything was just as she had left it.
*Thank God for small miracles*
She walked past her father's room and into her own. Roxanne sat down on her bed for a few moments, knowing that it would be the last time she would be sitting there. Roxanne sighed deeply and then jumped off of her bed. She opened her wardrobe and pulled out shirts, pants, an extra pair of boots, a few extra scarves, and a mess of female items. She threw it all onto the bed in a mess of colors. Roxanne then walked over to her vanity and opened a drawer. She pulled out a small box she used for storing her brushes and other personal items. She threw all what could fit into the box before closing it tightly. She also then tossed it onto the bed. Roxanne thought a moment, and then scurried into her father's room. She stopped shortly in the door.
*It's still as if I shouldn't be in here . . . father thought I didn't know he kept what he did.*
She stepped over to her father's closet, and pulled the door open. She ruffled through his clothes, until she found what she was looking for. Roxanne pulled out a long, and bright emerald green dress. She held it carefully in her hands. Roxanne was about to close the closet, when something caught her eye. She set the dress on her father's bed carefully, before kneeling down and picking up a small box. Roxanne opened the lid to discover that it was full up with bullets.
"Oh, father. A last parting gift. I thank you." Roxanne kissed her hand and then blew up to the ceiling.
She gathered the dress in her arms, and held the box in her left hand. She left her father's room, and closed the door tightly, in respect for him. Roxanne returned to her room and set the box on the bed. She held onto the dress, holding it up to her, and standing in front of her mirror.
*Ah mother, we could have been twins . . .*
"I miss you." She brought her hand across the fabric softly.
Roxanne set the dress on her bed, knelt down, and retrieved a bag from underneath the mattress. She opened the bag, and began shoving the clothing into it. She dropped both boxes on top. Roxanne set the bag down, and stared over at her mother's dress. She tilted her head.
*I-I could . . . I have time . . .*
Roxanne laid the dress out on the bed, and pulled off her coat. She tossed it onto the bed, along with her hat, shirt, and pants. She picked up the dress carefully, and slid her legs into it. Roxanne lifted the dress up over her taught bodice, and slipped her arms into the short, silk sleeves. She moved her hands around back of the dress, and was thankful of her mother.
*You were always the smartest in the family mother.*
Roxanne grabbed the laces of the back of the dress. Her mother had inverted them, so that it tied at the bottom, making it possible for her to tie it by herself. Roxanne did a quick, but very taught; bow, and stared down at the dress. It fit her perfectly; she really was her mother's daughter. She began gliding along the floor, mimicking the memories she still had of her mother. Roxanne spun silently, and caught the bottom of the dress with her hand, letting the material slide through her fingers. Roxanne sighed, and lay back on her bed, closing her eyes.
"I miss you mother . . . father." she took a few deep breaths, and let herself doze off quietly.
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Roxanne turned slowly. She could smell it again. That same scent from the dream she had that night at Will's. Roxanne slowly opened her eyes. She saw not only that the sun had begun to set, but she also saw a very smug Jack Sparrow hovering over her, "Bloody Hell!"
She shot up, and startled Jack terribly, "Fer th' luv o' God woman! Ye tryin' ter give a 'eart attack!"
"It would serve you right for startling me so horribly!" She kicked her legs out over the side of the bed, "How in God's name did you get in anyways? I'm sure I locked the door."
Jack grinned and nodded, "Aye, tha' ye did . . . bu' when ye nay answered th' door, I 'ad t' 'unlock it' me own way."
"You picked my front door?!" Roxanne cried.
Jack grinned and leaned into her, "Aye, that I did . . . ye think I'd miss a chance ter see such a glorious sleepin' beauty?"
Roxanne stepped off the bed, raising an eyebrow at his comment.
*What in the world is he talking about?*
She was nearly going to ask him, when she felt the dresses fabric graze her toes. Roxanne stared down, and gasped when she realized that she was still in the dress,
"Oh my god!"
Jack grinned down at her and trailed a finger across the nape of her neck, "Ye know . . . ye look right like a lady in them skirtin's."
Roxanne tried to suppress the strong reddening that was rising from her chest, "Are you saying that I wasn't a lady before?"
Jack shook his head, "No, ye were not."
He ducked, just out of reach of Roxanne's swinging fist, "Ye didn' let me finish!"
Roxanne stopped swinging, "Then please do."
"Ye were no lady . . . but ye were a fine pirate lass." Jack grinned and grabbed her by the waist.
She slapped his hand away from her, "Don't touch! This is fine material!"
Jack raised his hands up mockingly, "Oy! Sorry luv, did it b'long t' th' Queen?"
He laughed loudly at his own joke. Roxanne lowered her head, "No . . . it was my mother's. It's one of the only things I have left of hers."
Jack stopped laughing. He sat down on her bedding, and slipped off his hat, "Luv, I'm sorry . . . I didn' know, when did . . . yer mother . . ."
Roxanne sat down next to Jack, "I was 13. She contracted a fatal illness. To this day, we still have no idea what it was. It ate her from the inside out. She crumbled Jack! Mum put on a brave face, f-for me . . . but I could tell. She was dying, and I couldn't do anything to stop it! It hurt . . . so much!"
"Luv, come on luv. Ye got ter be calmin' down." He held onto her shoulders tightly.
"I-I thought things had gotten better . . . I thought I could move on . . . but, but . . . now father," Roxanne thrashed back from Jack's grasp and stood up, "I-I'm all alone now! So alone!"
Roxanne dropped to her knees; her mother's dress fanning out around her. As horribly she was sobbing, Jack couldn't deny that she look a vision kneeling there. He shook the thought from his head violently, and pulled her up by her wrists, "Ye listen here! Yer not alone! Ye 'ave William, an' Elizabeth . . . an' best o' all luv, ye got me."
Jack smiled sincerely at her, and brushed away some of her hair off of her face, seeing as how it had matted down against her forehead, "Aren' ye goin' t' tell me no' ter touch yer 'air?"
Roxanne looked up at Jack, with a tear stained face. Then, in lightning speed, she rushed towards him, pressing her lips against his, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Jack, obviously taken by great surprise; couldn't help enjoy the moment, but then pushed her off of him, "Luv? Wha' are ye doin'?"
*OH MY GOD! What did I just do?!*
"Luv? Ye gonna tell me why ye did tha'?" Jack stood there, bewildered, but amused.
Roxanne opened her mouth to speak, but instead, out came a small gasp, and she fell against the bedding. Roxanne had fainted.
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A/N- Oooh! She kissed him! Ohhh . . . what will happen next??? Well . . . I already know, so HAH! I promise to update real soon . . . I just wanna watch Paradise Hotel tonight . . . I write more after!