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: I feel really bad not working on this story for the longest time. I feel awful, but this is the last chapter, and I am glad for that. I don't think I am really good at the angst fics, and this is kinda my only one I decide to post. So merry Christmas, but it is really Happy Halloween.
I would like to thank all of you who reviewed. You have been so most every helpful in my writing progress, and I hate myself for always forgetting to thank you all.
This is the last Chapter erm, the first part of....And I think I am going to get flamed for it...please don't, and if you do, send some fans, it's hotter than hell down here in Calia..and some notes before I began..One, don't hate someone(i.e. Brad Pitt) Because they are forty and look like a hobo.hate them because they can't act and are richer than you because of it. Two, never flip over your fruit roll up, don't do it above the trash bin.
And I am thinking about rewriting the prologue..it kinda sucks..Okay, I am done.
Chapter 6- This is my good bye..
Jack leaned over the mast, the wind blowing his dreadlocks around his face. A storm was coming, and Jack could tell that. He slipped down the mast, and looked around. He passed by Gibbs, who had noticed the change in Jack's character. He was often caught staring out into the nothingness that was air, as if lost in some memories from somewhere. And there had been talk of Jack having a woman locked up in the Captain's Quarters. (Yes, news travels that fast. At least on my planet, which is called High school.) "Captain?" A voice asked Jack, who turned around on his heel.
"Yes, Gibbs?" Jack asked, not in the mood for anything the old seaman had to say at the moment.
"The Ship.. Can she handle another storm? The ports haven't given us any time to repair it."
"I wouldn't worry, this ship has been on the sea for to long to worry about that now."
~*~*~*~*~*
Becca looked out the porthole; the small drops of rain began to bead down the front of the window. She looked around the room, it had been slowly driving her mad for the past few days she had been locked in there. She just wanted to go home, but why wouldn't the pirate let her go? That would be easy.but he seemed understand, like someone long ago.
There were things that seemed to come to mind, and slip by just as quickly in her mind. The Pearl tried to stand up to the new storm that was began to form in the clouds above, planning it's next attack on the lonely ship. The waves cracked outside, shaking the ship from side to side, but there was an eerie stillness that seems to hold out side the boat.
The first crackle of lighting shot thought the sky, and Becca could hear Jack above deck, "It has began," There was a pause in his voice, and an unsaid fear. "Be prepared to wait this one out. Close the sails."
The cabin door swung open, and Becca slipped out of her hiding place. "Hard times?" She asked.
"The Pearl can handle anything, thank you very much, Rebecca."
Becca turned her head to him, and repeated "Rebecca," under her breath. "I think you have me confused with someone else." She stated, unsure on what to say.
"Your name is Rebecca, I know it." He snapped. "Deny it all what you want, I know who you are, even if you don't."
"I am Becca, a run away slave from somewhere," She said calmly. "I work in a bar now, and I am not this Rebecca you speak of. You can believe what you want, but I do know who I am. Now let me go."
"I will not let you leave until you know who you are." Jack snapped, and at that time, the ship was tossed in the wave. The room shifted, and Jack and Becca found themselves against the far wall.
"Can your ship handle more?" She asked, monotone. "There will be more. And they are growing."
"If not, then it will be the death of me."
"Of all of us."
"Just me."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Becca was pushed out to the deck she had only seen once, in an escape plan, now finally getting her wish. She was going to be freed, but not under peasant circumstances. The Pearl was going under, and as much as she hated this Pirate that had taken her from what she knew, she had an understanding with him. It was unspoken of course, the only thing she could get out saying to him was hurtful words, and now, it was just he and she on the ship, as it slowly began to sink into a watery grave.
Jack gave her a push forward every few seconds, to hurry her step. "I can walk." She said flatly.
"Then go faster."
"I can't with a Pirate trying to trip me."
"I am doing no such thing." He stopped in front of the lifeboat that the escape almost happened. "Get in. Hope you can row."
Becca started to climb down into it, and then stopped to look up at Jack, "Aren't you coming?"
"A captain goes down with his ship. And I am a captain if you haven't figured it out." He said, puffing up.
"This ship isn't even worth going down for if you ask me.." Becca said, shrugging. "Have fun."
"You too." He said, kicking the chains, and causing it to fall into the ocean. "YO HO, YO HO, A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME!" He began to sing.
Something passed through Becca when she heard those words. Memories raced into her mind, and a name flashed. Rebecca. "BROTHER!"
As those thoughts finally can, it was too late. The Pearl was out of her sight, along with Jack. The story soon grew into a Sailor's tale, but they say, on nights were the skies are clear, you can still hear a voice singing, "Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirates life for me." A ghost ship comes into view.
A/N: And that, is my closing words..
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: I feel really bad not working on this story for the longest time. I feel awful, but this is the last chapter, and I am glad for that. I don't think I am really good at the angst fics, and this is kinda my only one I decide to post. So merry Christmas, but it is really Happy Halloween.
I would like to thank all of you who reviewed. You have been so most every helpful in my writing progress, and I hate myself for always forgetting to thank you all.
This is the last Chapter erm, the first part of....And I think I am going to get flamed for it...please don't, and if you do, send some fans, it's hotter than hell down here in Calia..and some notes before I began..One, don't hate someone(i.e. Brad Pitt) Because they are forty and look like a hobo.hate them because they can't act and are richer than you because of it. Two, never flip over your fruit roll up, don't do it above the trash bin.
And I am thinking about rewriting the prologue..it kinda sucks..Okay, I am done.
Chapter 6- This is my good bye..
Jack leaned over the mast, the wind blowing his dreadlocks around his face. A storm was coming, and Jack could tell that. He slipped down the mast, and looked around. He passed by Gibbs, who had noticed the change in Jack's character. He was often caught staring out into the nothingness that was air, as if lost in some memories from somewhere. And there had been talk of Jack having a woman locked up in the Captain's Quarters. (Yes, news travels that fast. At least on my planet, which is called High school.) "Captain?" A voice asked Jack, who turned around on his heel.
"Yes, Gibbs?" Jack asked, not in the mood for anything the old seaman had to say at the moment.
"The Ship.. Can she handle another storm? The ports haven't given us any time to repair it."
"I wouldn't worry, this ship has been on the sea for to long to worry about that now."
~*~*~*~*~*
Becca looked out the porthole; the small drops of rain began to bead down the front of the window. She looked around the room, it had been slowly driving her mad for the past few days she had been locked in there. She just wanted to go home, but why wouldn't the pirate let her go? That would be easy.but he seemed understand, like someone long ago.
There were things that seemed to come to mind, and slip by just as quickly in her mind. The Pearl tried to stand up to the new storm that was began to form in the clouds above, planning it's next attack on the lonely ship. The waves cracked outside, shaking the ship from side to side, but there was an eerie stillness that seems to hold out side the boat.
The first crackle of lighting shot thought the sky, and Becca could hear Jack above deck, "It has began," There was a pause in his voice, and an unsaid fear. "Be prepared to wait this one out. Close the sails."
The cabin door swung open, and Becca slipped out of her hiding place. "Hard times?" She asked.
"The Pearl can handle anything, thank you very much, Rebecca."
Becca turned her head to him, and repeated "Rebecca," under her breath. "I think you have me confused with someone else." She stated, unsure on what to say.
"Your name is Rebecca, I know it." He snapped. "Deny it all what you want, I know who you are, even if you don't."
"I am Becca, a run away slave from somewhere," She said calmly. "I work in a bar now, and I am not this Rebecca you speak of. You can believe what you want, but I do know who I am. Now let me go."
"I will not let you leave until you know who you are." Jack snapped, and at that time, the ship was tossed in the wave. The room shifted, and Jack and Becca found themselves against the far wall.
"Can your ship handle more?" She asked, monotone. "There will be more. And they are growing."
"If not, then it will be the death of me."
"Of all of us."
"Just me."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Becca was pushed out to the deck she had only seen once, in an escape plan, now finally getting her wish. She was going to be freed, but not under peasant circumstances. The Pearl was going under, and as much as she hated this Pirate that had taken her from what she knew, she had an understanding with him. It was unspoken of course, the only thing she could get out saying to him was hurtful words, and now, it was just he and she on the ship, as it slowly began to sink into a watery grave.
Jack gave her a push forward every few seconds, to hurry her step. "I can walk." She said flatly.
"Then go faster."
"I can't with a Pirate trying to trip me."
"I am doing no such thing." He stopped in front of the lifeboat that the escape almost happened. "Get in. Hope you can row."
Becca started to climb down into it, and then stopped to look up at Jack, "Aren't you coming?"
"A captain goes down with his ship. And I am a captain if you haven't figured it out." He said, puffing up.
"This ship isn't even worth going down for if you ask me.." Becca said, shrugging. "Have fun."
"You too." He said, kicking the chains, and causing it to fall into the ocean. "YO HO, YO HO, A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME!" He began to sing.
Something passed through Becca when she heard those words. Memories raced into her mind, and a name flashed. Rebecca. "BROTHER!"
As those thoughts finally can, it was too late. The Pearl was out of her sight, along with Jack. The story soon grew into a Sailor's tale, but they say, on nights were the skies are clear, you can still hear a voice singing, "Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirates life for me." A ghost ship comes into view.
A/N: And that, is my closing words..