Wow! Sorry it's taken a little while to update, but I've started a new
story, and I've been having a little trouble with this last chapter,
so...whatever.
Anyway, I am sorry to say that this is the last chapter for Jack Sparrow and the Wench of Port Royal *cries hysterically, then smacks self to gain control*. But, if you feel like it, read my new story. Have more to tell, but will get to that after the next chapter....
Disclaimer: I don't own them. You don't sue me.
Get it?
Got it?
Damn
Chapter Nine
Choices and Unwanted Tears
"And she shall be watching over us from heaven while we continue to live, until we pass on to join her with the Lord, our God. And it is in his name that we pray, Amen."
The priest closed the Bible, and made a cross across his chest.
All of the people in the cemetery sighed. All of the women were crying, their husbands holding their shoulders tightly in an attempt to comfort them.
As everyone exited the graveyard, men with shovels came to bury the coffin in the ground.
"What are you doing?"
Jack turned around to see Will heading towards him.
"Nothing," Jack replied, turning away from the cemetery gate to speak to Will.
"On your way to see Tara?"
"Yeah," said Jack, proceeding in the direction of Tara's apartment. "She's doing a lot better now. 's been walkin' 'round her room a little."
"Mind if I come with you to see her?" Asked Will, jogging slightly to keep up with Jack's quick pace.
"Yeah, I do."
Will stopped trying to keep up with Jack. In fact, he stopped walking entirely.
It took Jack a moment to notice. He looked around for a second, before spotting his friend about ten feet behind him.
"What?" He asked.
"You don't want me to come with you?"
Will sounded somewhat hurt.
"Look, Will," sighed Jack, walking back to join him and continue walking. "I know you're her best mate, but I'm the one that's going to marry her."
"You asked her then?" Asked Will, no longer sounding upset, but highly interested.
"That's what I'm off to do, if you'd ever let me be on me Onesie."
They'd reached the apartment building by now.
Both said their momentary goodbyes and split up.
It had been about two weeks since Tara had killed Robertson. Though the doctor had been doubtful, she had survived, waking up just a day after Will and Jack had talked in her room. She was still spending most of her time in bed, but, as Jack had said, she was getting much better.
Jack took a deep breath as he rolled back and forth on his feet outside Tara's door.
Then he knocked.
"Come in," called Tara's voice.
Jack opened the door, entered and then shut it again.
Tara was sitting up in bed, her back against the wall. She was looking out the window.
"I saw you watching the funeral," she said, not taking her eyes off the activity going on outside. "You looked sad. Are you alright?"
"I've never felt better, luv."
Tara was so taken aback that she turned to stare at Jack.
"Why do you say that?" She asked curiously.
"I'm just so happy it wasn't your funeral."
Jack sighed and walked to the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something Tara couldn't see.
Then he got on one knee.
Tara let out a small gasp. She couldn't help it. This was just unexpected....
"You're gonna have to bear with me," said Jack. His voice, for the first time, shook slightly. "I'm new at all of this sentimental stuff."
"Don't worry," Tara whispered, an unwanted tear in her eye. "I am too."
Jack took her left hand in his.
"Tara," he said. "I love you so much. And when you almost died, I thought I would too. So, I guess the only good way to keep track of you is....will you marry me?"
Tara's throat was too tight to speak. She nodded.
Jack opened his hand. There was a small piece of coal in it. He took it and carefully drew a circle around Tara's ring finger.
"'fraid I don't have a real ring now, but that's a technicality that can be taken care of with a little pillaging."
Tara smiled.
Jack frowned.
"We don't have to take your last name, do we?" He asked.
Tara gave him a slight push on the shoulder, then kissed him deeply.
Jack grinned, and kissed her back.
THE END
I can't believe that's it! Compared to lots of others, it was fairly short. But, when I think about it, adding more stuff would have just made it drag.......
Anyway, like it? If so, REVIEW it.
Oh, and by the way, do you think I should do a sequel? If so, how 'bout jotting down some ideas to give me 'bout what you would like to see..er....read.er.whatever. But keep in mind, if you don't give me a yes/no, I just won't do one at all. So, give me your input!
Well, ta for now!
Anyway, I am sorry to say that this is the last chapter for Jack Sparrow and the Wench of Port Royal *cries hysterically, then smacks self to gain control*. But, if you feel like it, read my new story. Have more to tell, but will get to that after the next chapter....
Disclaimer: I don't own them. You don't sue me.
Get it?
Got it?
Damn
Chapter Nine
Choices and Unwanted Tears
"And she shall be watching over us from heaven while we continue to live, until we pass on to join her with the Lord, our God. And it is in his name that we pray, Amen."
The priest closed the Bible, and made a cross across his chest.
All of the people in the cemetery sighed. All of the women were crying, their husbands holding their shoulders tightly in an attempt to comfort them.
As everyone exited the graveyard, men with shovels came to bury the coffin in the ground.
"What are you doing?"
Jack turned around to see Will heading towards him.
"Nothing," Jack replied, turning away from the cemetery gate to speak to Will.
"On your way to see Tara?"
"Yeah," said Jack, proceeding in the direction of Tara's apartment. "She's doing a lot better now. 's been walkin' 'round her room a little."
"Mind if I come with you to see her?" Asked Will, jogging slightly to keep up with Jack's quick pace.
"Yeah, I do."
Will stopped trying to keep up with Jack. In fact, he stopped walking entirely.
It took Jack a moment to notice. He looked around for a second, before spotting his friend about ten feet behind him.
"What?" He asked.
"You don't want me to come with you?"
Will sounded somewhat hurt.
"Look, Will," sighed Jack, walking back to join him and continue walking. "I know you're her best mate, but I'm the one that's going to marry her."
"You asked her then?" Asked Will, no longer sounding upset, but highly interested.
"That's what I'm off to do, if you'd ever let me be on me Onesie."
They'd reached the apartment building by now.
Both said their momentary goodbyes and split up.
It had been about two weeks since Tara had killed Robertson. Though the doctor had been doubtful, she had survived, waking up just a day after Will and Jack had talked in her room. She was still spending most of her time in bed, but, as Jack had said, she was getting much better.
Jack took a deep breath as he rolled back and forth on his feet outside Tara's door.
Then he knocked.
"Come in," called Tara's voice.
Jack opened the door, entered and then shut it again.
Tara was sitting up in bed, her back against the wall. She was looking out the window.
"I saw you watching the funeral," she said, not taking her eyes off the activity going on outside. "You looked sad. Are you alright?"
"I've never felt better, luv."
Tara was so taken aback that she turned to stare at Jack.
"Why do you say that?" She asked curiously.
"I'm just so happy it wasn't your funeral."
Jack sighed and walked to the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something Tara couldn't see.
Then he got on one knee.
Tara let out a small gasp. She couldn't help it. This was just unexpected....
"You're gonna have to bear with me," said Jack. His voice, for the first time, shook slightly. "I'm new at all of this sentimental stuff."
"Don't worry," Tara whispered, an unwanted tear in her eye. "I am too."
Jack took her left hand in his.
"Tara," he said. "I love you so much. And when you almost died, I thought I would too. So, I guess the only good way to keep track of you is....will you marry me?"
Tara's throat was too tight to speak. She nodded.
Jack opened his hand. There was a small piece of coal in it. He took it and carefully drew a circle around Tara's ring finger.
"'fraid I don't have a real ring now, but that's a technicality that can be taken care of with a little pillaging."
Tara smiled.
Jack frowned.
"We don't have to take your last name, do we?" He asked.
Tara gave him a slight push on the shoulder, then kissed him deeply.
Jack grinned, and kissed her back.
THE END
I can't believe that's it! Compared to lots of others, it was fairly short. But, when I think about it, adding more stuff would have just made it drag.......
Anyway, like it? If so, REVIEW it.
Oh, and by the way, do you think I should do a sequel? If so, how 'bout jotting down some ideas to give me 'bout what you would like to see..er....read.er.whatever. But keep in mind, if you don't give me a yes/no, I just won't do one at all. So, give me your input!
Well, ta for now!