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, so I had to work it into it's own chapter. I am in a very crappy mood lately. And I need to relax. I feel like I am not making it flow like in the beginning, so I am going to try and fix that this chapter..And I am working on making this one longer than the other ones
Chapter 5- My heart is with you
Jack sat down in the chair away from Rebecca, who had taken a seat on the floor. She pushed the hair that had dropped in her eyes, and looked into Jack's. For one of few times in his life, Jack was pushed to tears, looking at the girl he knew so long ago. "You know what.I was there when you were born."
There he was, just ten year-old, and standing in the doorway of a run down shack out in the middle of nowhere. Some men had gather in there, as a woman screamed on the top of her lungs in pain. One of the men grabbed onto Jack's shoulder, and grinned at him, "You want to see the true evil of a woman?" He asked, and didn't wait for an answer. Jack found himself shoved in front of a woman giving birth, which was a site that he didn't prepared for. He bite his lip, and was then pushed aside by the midwife, and he slipped to the floor passed out. A man picked him up, and looked at the woman, then carried Jack out for some air.
Jack was lean up against a tree that was in the back yard. The man looked at him, and undid his flask, taking a sip until he woke up. Jack stirred, and rubbed his forehead. "What.what was that?"
"That was a Child coming into this world. It's a site that most men don't see until they are much older than you. Or if there mother's are going to be having some siblings. You shouldn't have seen it. Not this early." Jack nodded.
"Papa?" He asked, "Why are there so many men out side of that house?" He looked hard at the man that he lived with.
"Because, anyone one of them can become a new father today."
"Even you?"
"There are something a Pirate loves, Jack, and you will hopefully never learn them. Why aren't you are your mother's house?" He asked, his dark dreadlocks falling around his face, "Does she know you are down here?"
Jack looked out at the sea that wasn't to far away, the sea air hitting him in the face. "Papa, why did you leave in the first place? Don't you love us?"
There were no words that his father could give him, by that point. He took another sip out of his flask, and looked at the sea. "There are things that a man loves, son, and then there are things he can never part with. I love you and your mother, but I can never leave the sea. And I could never ask your mother to come with me."
Jack glared at his father, "If you loved us, you wouldn't have left." He said, staring into his father's eyes. But he knew well of what is father dreamed of, for they were his dreams too. He knew the call of the sea, the sound of the waves that called out his name in the middle of the night. The roar of the docks as they where rocked by the wind. He knew that he would be warped up in the world where his father was lost in.
"Jack, something you will not understand till you are older." His father stood up, and started back toward the house. "But something you already know."
~*~*~*~*~
Jack lay in his bed that night, thinking back on to what his father said, and the little baby that had been born only a few hours ago. Not his fathers, he had pled in his mind. He only wanted the man to himself. He rarely got to see him as it, and there was nothing in the ten-year's mind that made him willing to share with a baby who he had never meet. He sided open his window, and reached out the window, grabbing on to the branch across from him. He twisted out, with out making a sound, and warped his legs around the tree to climb out.
He fell with a soft 'thump' to earth, and started down the lane to the shack he was at earlier. The sand he kicked up with his bare feet when in all different directions, as he noticed the shack was now well lighted, and there were no screams, just soft crying coming from within. He started up the hill, noticing that someone was standing in the doorway. "DON'T GIVE ME THAT SPARROW!" A voice shouted from within. The rest was nothing Jack heard, as he jumped into the nearby bush. He saw the profile as his father's face, bathed in the candlelight. The woman held a blanket that looked like it was weighted down with something. "You can't say that to me. This is your child," She snapped, "This is your blood. Your little girl. Your Rebecca."
Jack's Father stood there, steadfast. "That is not my child, even if you believe so."
"Then you will die never knowing your other child." She said.
"So be it." Jack's Father grabbed a bag that had been laying nearby, and started passed him, and to the docks.
Jack slipped out of the bush, knowing that he could not follow his father to the dock. His heart sank, his father had lied to him it seemed, and he had to know, was that baby, that Rebecca his sister? He walked up to the door, and knocked.
"And that," Jack said, looking at his Rebecca. "Is my story. I visited you every day, until you were taken."
There was a long pause, and Rebecca looked at him, "You can't be, I have no one who has ever been there for me. You are lying."
Jack felt his heart sink. "Fine then." He said, walking out, "Have fun." He said, locking the door as he exited. He put his hat back on his head, and pulled the bottle of rum out of his pocket.
A/n: MOOO! REVIEW! PLEASE!
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, so I had to work it into it's own chapter. I am in a very crappy mood lately. And I need to relax. I feel like I am not making it flow like in the beginning, so I am going to try and fix that this chapter..And I am working on making this one longer than the other ones
Chapter 5- My heart is with you
Jack sat down in the chair away from Rebecca, who had taken a seat on the floor. She pushed the hair that had dropped in her eyes, and looked into Jack's. For one of few times in his life, Jack was pushed to tears, looking at the girl he knew so long ago. "You know what.I was there when you were born."
There he was, just ten year-old, and standing in the doorway of a run down shack out in the middle of nowhere. Some men had gather in there, as a woman screamed on the top of her lungs in pain. One of the men grabbed onto Jack's shoulder, and grinned at him, "You want to see the true evil of a woman?" He asked, and didn't wait for an answer. Jack found himself shoved in front of a woman giving birth, which was a site that he didn't prepared for. He bite his lip, and was then pushed aside by the midwife, and he slipped to the floor passed out. A man picked him up, and looked at the woman, then carried Jack out for some air.
Jack was lean up against a tree that was in the back yard. The man looked at him, and undid his flask, taking a sip until he woke up. Jack stirred, and rubbed his forehead. "What.what was that?"
"That was a Child coming into this world. It's a site that most men don't see until they are much older than you. Or if there mother's are going to be having some siblings. You shouldn't have seen it. Not this early." Jack nodded.
"Papa?" He asked, "Why are there so many men out side of that house?" He looked hard at the man that he lived with.
"Because, anyone one of them can become a new father today."
"Even you?"
"There are something a Pirate loves, Jack, and you will hopefully never learn them. Why aren't you are your mother's house?" He asked, his dark dreadlocks falling around his face, "Does she know you are down here?"
Jack looked out at the sea that wasn't to far away, the sea air hitting him in the face. "Papa, why did you leave in the first place? Don't you love us?"
There were no words that his father could give him, by that point. He took another sip out of his flask, and looked at the sea. "There are things that a man loves, son, and then there are things he can never part with. I love you and your mother, but I can never leave the sea. And I could never ask your mother to come with me."
Jack glared at his father, "If you loved us, you wouldn't have left." He said, staring into his father's eyes. But he knew well of what is father dreamed of, for they were his dreams too. He knew the call of the sea, the sound of the waves that called out his name in the middle of the night. The roar of the docks as they where rocked by the wind. He knew that he would be warped up in the world where his father was lost in.
"Jack, something you will not understand till you are older." His father stood up, and started back toward the house. "But something you already know."
~*~*~*~*~
Jack lay in his bed that night, thinking back on to what his father said, and the little baby that had been born only a few hours ago. Not his fathers, he had pled in his mind. He only wanted the man to himself. He rarely got to see him as it, and there was nothing in the ten-year's mind that made him willing to share with a baby who he had never meet. He sided open his window, and reached out the window, grabbing on to the branch across from him. He twisted out, with out making a sound, and warped his legs around the tree to climb out.
He fell with a soft 'thump' to earth, and started down the lane to the shack he was at earlier. The sand he kicked up with his bare feet when in all different directions, as he noticed the shack was now well lighted, and there were no screams, just soft crying coming from within. He started up the hill, noticing that someone was standing in the doorway. "DON'T GIVE ME THAT SPARROW!" A voice shouted from within. The rest was nothing Jack heard, as he jumped into the nearby bush. He saw the profile as his father's face, bathed in the candlelight. The woman held a blanket that looked like it was weighted down with something. "You can't say that to me. This is your child," She snapped, "This is your blood. Your little girl. Your Rebecca."
Jack's Father stood there, steadfast. "That is not my child, even if you believe so."
"Then you will die never knowing your other child." She said.
"So be it." Jack's Father grabbed a bag that had been laying nearby, and started passed him, and to the docks.
Jack slipped out of the bush, knowing that he could not follow his father to the dock. His heart sank, his father had lied to him it seemed, and he had to know, was that baby, that Rebecca his sister? He walked up to the door, and knocked.
"And that," Jack said, looking at his Rebecca. "Is my story. I visited you every day, until you were taken."
There was a long pause, and Rebecca looked at him, "You can't be, I have no one who has ever been there for me. You are lying."
Jack felt his heart sink. "Fine then." He said, walking out, "Have fun." He said, locking the door as he exited. He put his hat back on his head, and pulled the bottle of rum out of his pocket.
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