Rebecca
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save stripper bear, and trust me, he is gay. Save Rebecca, I made her.
Summery: Jack lost the most important woman in his life a long time ago, to a slave ship. What happens when she reappears as someone else and doesn't recognize him? Will he be heart broken forever? Or will she remember him? Not what you think, and not a Mary Sue!!!
A/n: Okay, the Short chapters are getting to me to.so this one is going to be long. I will kick myself if it's not.
Chapter 3- Just let me go
Becca looked at the food that had been set in front of her, disgusted. She poked at it with her fork, and sighed. Ignoring the snoring next to her, she pushed aside the chair she was sitting in, and looked at the door. She paused, thinking, what was keeping her in the Captain's quarters as is? Jack was passed out drunk when you got right down to it, all she was wearing was still her underwear, and Jack's clothes where right there. The Key was in his pants' pocket, anyways. She crossed the floor quietly, hoping not to wake Jack, but the floorboards ached under her feet. She looked over at Jack who had rolled over on his side, back facing her. "No luv, I don't want that mango.. I want the ones you got." He muttered in his sleep. Becca raised an eyebrow, then started slipping his clothes over her, as quietly and silently as she could.
Becca was surprised to find that she was around the same size as him, and thought for a second, what if she ran into one of the crew members, what then? She be returned for sure, and that was the last thing she wanted. First of all, she was sure that this Jack fellow wanted to return her to the plantation that she ran off from, and that was the last place in hell she was going. Also, she wasn't sure once that she got out of the quarters, where she could go next. She had woken up there, so there had to have been some lifeboats somewhere, or something of that natural on the ship. Then another fact came to her, she didn't know how big this ship was. For the last one she was on was huge, and the cook had taken a liking to her. So she was save from being capture by other members of the crew, and taken to see the captain. Becca tied the sash around her waist, and reached into her pocket. She paused, and then checked in the other one. Nothing, save some lint and some random pieces of what looked like candy wrappers.
She looked over at Jack, who was wearing his, other pair of pants. A soft flush of angry ran over her face when she realized where it was. 'Of course!' She snapped at herself, 'Why would he be dumb enough to leave it to where I can get it!' She leaned over Jack, his face buried in his pillow, which streaked of old fish. She paused, and held her breath, reaching into his pocket. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her done on top of him. She gasped in surprised, as he began to speak. "Oh Luv, you know how to push all the right buttons." He pulled her head down into the pillow, just as she had to take in a breath. She gagged at the smell, and began to look for the key that was in one of his pockets. She prayed that it was in the pocket that she reached into first, which for her, it was. Now to wiggle out of Jack's arms, and get to the door.
Easier said then done, as Becca soon found out. She twisted; freeing her arms at the elbow, but in doing so, had caused him to clamp down on to her harder. "Oh Becca, but the pan done." He muttered, but Becca ignored him, as she had before, to concentrate on the task at hand. She looked around for a second, and then spins herself around to where her hair was pushed up on his bare chest. She slowly peeled back his fingers, and slipped out of his gasp.
She dusked herself off, and turned to the door, where the leather hat was hanging. She thought for a second, and threw it on he head with a hell attitude. 'I have taking everything else from him.' She thought, and stuck the key in the lock.
While this was going on, Jack felt himself drift off into another dream, from a long time ago. "Now, Rebecca," A younger Jack said to a much shorter girl in a blue dress, "You just wait, I will be the greatest pirate the Caribbean has ever seen!" He said, swing on a piece of wood, tied to a tree.
Rebecca looked up at him, leaning on the fence, "Like that will ever happen." She said, half of her face in her elbow bend. "You can barely get on our raft with out getting sea sick. How can you last out in the ocean? Even when that boy down the lane and his father took you with them, you could barely walk."
".Just a minor thing to get over!" Jack said, and fell off the swing onto the grass below.
"You're hopeless, Jack Sparrow!" Rebecca snapped, and started toward a house on the hill. She stopped and looked at him, "You coming? I'm heading back into town, and it will be dark soon."
"No, you go on without me." Jack said, looking up at the clouds. Rebecca didn't move, then sighed, going up, pass the house, and disappearing from his view.
That was when a scream can.
Jack snapped back into reality, and looked around. He looked around, dazed a little, and confused from his dream. He looked around, knowing that Becca was still supposed to be in there with him. Something was wrong here, for the door was wide open, and his clothes were missing. His coat was still there, which he threw one, and walked out on to the deck. The cold air blasted him in the face, and he pulled his pistol out of the holster, and began to load it. (Yes, He sleeps with his pistol on his belt. But not load, he probably shot himself. And I think if that happened, he would lose what make him Jack.) He clicked it shut, and looked around. No one was on deck, save who was in the crow's nest, and Becca, who had now found a lifeboat.
She slowly pulled the chains down, the boat lowering into the water. She smiled to herself, she had out smarted him. That what she thought until there was shot fired over her head, causing her to jump, "Now, Luv, don't think I just let you walk away from me again, you are sadly mistaken." Jack said, a grim look on his face, "Now get out of life boat, if you want to keep your life."
Becca looked up at him, angry in her eyes. She pulled the chain close into herself, "So? I would rather die than to become a slave again, or a prisoner for that matter!" She feed some of the chain through the pulley. "Now I don't know who you think you are, but I am not going to stay here any longer!"
Jack placed one foot on the pulley, and took aim, "That is a shame luv, a really shame. I hope you know you are going to be here for a long time." He fired.
A/n:...I hope you all love cliffhangers as much as I love writing them..
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save stripper bear, and trust me, he is gay. Save Rebecca, I made her.
Summery: Jack lost the most important woman in his life a long time ago, to a slave ship. What happens when she reappears as someone else and doesn't recognize him? Will he be heart broken forever? Or will she remember him? Not what you think, and not a Mary Sue!!!
A/n: Okay, the Short chapters are getting to me to.so this one is going to be long. I will kick myself if it's not.
Chapter 3- Just let me go
Becca looked at the food that had been set in front of her, disgusted. She poked at it with her fork, and sighed. Ignoring the snoring next to her, she pushed aside the chair she was sitting in, and looked at the door. She paused, thinking, what was keeping her in the Captain's quarters as is? Jack was passed out drunk when you got right down to it, all she was wearing was still her underwear, and Jack's clothes where right there. The Key was in his pants' pocket, anyways. She crossed the floor quietly, hoping not to wake Jack, but the floorboards ached under her feet. She looked over at Jack who had rolled over on his side, back facing her. "No luv, I don't want that mango.. I want the ones you got." He muttered in his sleep. Becca raised an eyebrow, then started slipping his clothes over her, as quietly and silently as she could.
Becca was surprised to find that she was around the same size as him, and thought for a second, what if she ran into one of the crew members, what then? She be returned for sure, and that was the last thing she wanted. First of all, she was sure that this Jack fellow wanted to return her to the plantation that she ran off from, and that was the last place in hell she was going. Also, she wasn't sure once that she got out of the quarters, where she could go next. She had woken up there, so there had to have been some lifeboats somewhere, or something of that natural on the ship. Then another fact came to her, she didn't know how big this ship was. For the last one she was on was huge, and the cook had taken a liking to her. So she was save from being capture by other members of the crew, and taken to see the captain. Becca tied the sash around her waist, and reached into her pocket. She paused, and then checked in the other one. Nothing, save some lint and some random pieces of what looked like candy wrappers.
She looked over at Jack, who was wearing his, other pair of pants. A soft flush of angry ran over her face when she realized where it was. 'Of course!' She snapped at herself, 'Why would he be dumb enough to leave it to where I can get it!' She leaned over Jack, his face buried in his pillow, which streaked of old fish. She paused, and held her breath, reaching into his pocket. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her done on top of him. She gasped in surprised, as he began to speak. "Oh Luv, you know how to push all the right buttons." He pulled her head down into the pillow, just as she had to take in a breath. She gagged at the smell, and began to look for the key that was in one of his pockets. She prayed that it was in the pocket that she reached into first, which for her, it was. Now to wiggle out of Jack's arms, and get to the door.
Easier said then done, as Becca soon found out. She twisted; freeing her arms at the elbow, but in doing so, had caused him to clamp down on to her harder. "Oh Becca, but the pan done." He muttered, but Becca ignored him, as she had before, to concentrate on the task at hand. She looked around for a second, and then spins herself around to where her hair was pushed up on his bare chest. She slowly peeled back his fingers, and slipped out of his gasp.
She dusked herself off, and turned to the door, where the leather hat was hanging. She thought for a second, and threw it on he head with a hell attitude. 'I have taking everything else from him.' She thought, and stuck the key in the lock.
While this was going on, Jack felt himself drift off into another dream, from a long time ago. "Now, Rebecca," A younger Jack said to a much shorter girl in a blue dress, "You just wait, I will be the greatest pirate the Caribbean has ever seen!" He said, swing on a piece of wood, tied to a tree.
Rebecca looked up at him, leaning on the fence, "Like that will ever happen." She said, half of her face in her elbow bend. "You can barely get on our raft with out getting sea sick. How can you last out in the ocean? Even when that boy down the lane and his father took you with them, you could barely walk."
".Just a minor thing to get over!" Jack said, and fell off the swing onto the grass below.
"You're hopeless, Jack Sparrow!" Rebecca snapped, and started toward a house on the hill. She stopped and looked at him, "You coming? I'm heading back into town, and it will be dark soon."
"No, you go on without me." Jack said, looking up at the clouds. Rebecca didn't move, then sighed, going up, pass the house, and disappearing from his view.
That was when a scream can.
Jack snapped back into reality, and looked around. He looked around, dazed a little, and confused from his dream. He looked around, knowing that Becca was still supposed to be in there with him. Something was wrong here, for the door was wide open, and his clothes were missing. His coat was still there, which he threw one, and walked out on to the deck. The cold air blasted him in the face, and he pulled his pistol out of the holster, and began to load it. (Yes, He sleeps with his pistol on his belt. But not load, he probably shot himself. And I think if that happened, he would lose what make him Jack.) He clicked it shut, and looked around. No one was on deck, save who was in the crow's nest, and Becca, who had now found a lifeboat.
She slowly pulled the chains down, the boat lowering into the water. She smiled to herself, she had out smarted him. That what she thought until there was shot fired over her head, causing her to jump, "Now, Luv, don't think I just let you walk away from me again, you are sadly mistaken." Jack said, a grim look on his face, "Now get out of life boat, if you want to keep your life."
Becca looked up at him, angry in her eyes. She pulled the chain close into herself, "So? I would rather die than to become a slave again, or a prisoner for that matter!" She feed some of the chain through the pulley. "Now I don't know who you think you are, but I am not going to stay here any longer!"
Jack placed one foot on the pulley, and took aim, "That is a shame luv, a really shame. I hope you know you are going to be here for a long time." He fired.
A/n:...I hope you all love cliffhangers as much as I love writing them..