Right, now...!
This is what I'd like to call kinda the big turn of this story, if ya know what I mean... It's when things start to make more sense, and all the same a lot of other things start to make less sense. (And that made no sense...) But hey, at least, check out the title of the chapter - "Giving in to Jack"... That's gotta mean something, ey?!
Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing this particular chapter, and I'd love some reviews on it!
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GIVING IN TO JACK
I do believe what happened that night could have been avoided.
If it hadn't been for the rum.
I didn't exactly get drunk, neither did Jack. Not properly drunk, anyways... It was more a mild affection, I guess one could call it. A push in the wrong direction, perhaps.
What happened was this...
Jack, after having had his arm around me for a second, seemingly caring, took off around my father's abandoned camp to have a look around. I guess, maybe to find some clues on where he might have gone.
What Jack found, was half a bottle of rum. I guess that's what started it all.
"Oh look!" he said pleased as he bent down to pick the bottle up from a stack of books and maps. "It's my best friend!" Eagerly, he opened the bottle and had a big draught. Apparently, this was to him like a light in the storm - one minute moment of happiness I suppose to all the disappointments he'd had during these last days.
He came back and once again, took a seat on the matress next to me. Without hesitation, he handed me the bottle. "Here, have a swallow of this, love," he grinned. "I swear it will do a lot of good."
I'd never really had any particular relationship to rum, or any sort of alcohol for that matter, but sure I'd tried some in the past. However, now it felt like actual drinking for the first time. I grabbed the bottle, and was pouring down rum. It had a strong, fairly powerful taste, but I knew it could help me. At that moment, I needed convince Jack I was in a state of shock and sorrow. And of course, being in that state, I would have gladly said yes to drowning my sorrows in rum, wouldn't I? So that's what I did.
"Hey, woah, leave some for me," Jack laughed as I kept drinking. At last, he had to take the bottle away from me if he was to get any.
It took us no more than half an hour to get rid of what was left in my father's rum bottle. I could already feel my head spinning.
"Bloody hell," I muttered. "That felt... no, that FEELS... uhm, somethin'."
"Indeed it does, my darlin'," Jack smiled, and stood up on rickety legs, still holding on to the now empty bottle. "It's mother nature's way of payin' ya back for all the shit that happens to ya durin' life! It's a debt, really, and it's our duty as the ones accepting the debt, to - well, to accept it."
"Absolutely!" I said enthusiastically, and stood up to face him, rather than to remain seated like some sleepy person too sleepy to even get up on two feet... (I guess I was a bit drunk, now when I look back upon my reason to get up.)
"So," Jack said, constantly swaying, trying to keep his balance. "We're gonna find yer ol' man, and his treasure, and live like kings. No reason to give up now, love! NO reason!" he practically screamed with happiness.
"Oh no, Jack!" I laughed, grabbing his upper arm to prevent my falling down again. "You see, ya won't get your hands on that treasure! You don't even know what it is! Oh no..."
"Oh, but I will soon enough," Jack laughed. "I'll get that old Goldee to tell me all about it! Once he's found..."
"But treasure is so many things," I smiled, trying to clear my head. What was I telling Jack? Was I giving up a secret? Or just implying one? I couldn't figure it out, my mind wouldn't cooperate... It just wanted to talk, and to get some real contact with Jack Sparrow. Where it would lead, I couldn't tell.
"Indeed ya're right, lass," Jack said, with a slight serious tone about his voice. "It's so many things." His face turned even more serious, and he gazed out through the forest, probably towards wherever the Black Pearl had docked. "It's... Beauty. Definitely beauty. And it's the Pearl, and it's good ol' golden treasure, of course..."
"And me!" I said proudly, no longer considering the consequences of the things I exclaimed. "I'm a treasure! I'm Golden Sally, Captain Sparrow!"
"So you are," he laughed and smiled, his eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun.
I felt my balance failing me once again, and grabbed Jack's other arm with my other hand to make sure I could stay up. He seemed to enjoy it.
"Need some help, love?" he asked. "You don't seem to be able to stand up."
"Nor do you!" I laughed as he almost lost his balance and had to take several steps to prevent the both of us from falling over. I felt myself leaning my entire body weight and balance on him.
"Wanna dance?" he asked with a grin.
"What? Dance? There's no music!"
"We'll make our own!" he laughed and grabbed me around the waist with one hand, and took my hand with the other. "We'll sing, my darlin'!"
I could do nothing but laugh as he lead me through a rather unsteady, but acceptable, sequence of dance on my father's glade, singing old pirate songs or whatever they were... It was surprising we didn't fall over sooner than we did, but at last we found ourselves once again on the matress, having given in to one of the many affections given by the rum.
We were no longer sitting on the matress, but actually lying down, beside one another, staring up at the sky. It was still daylight left, and nothing romantic or special about the sky, but it felt nice nevertheless. And I had Sparrow next to me... (Though not necessarily on top of me, as some women would have preferred.)
"Wow," Jack whispered. "It's really early in the evening...!"
"Yeah," I sighed.
I was about to say something more - I can't recall what - when a hand suddenly found its way to my stomach, on the outside of my dress. Before I knew it, his full body had followed the hand and now he was pratically on top of me, as I'd feared... He said nothing, and did nothing, but looked down on me, holding himself up by his arms on the sides of my head.
"Uhm, Jack...?" I hesitated, not knowing what to do or say. For a brief second, I felt sober and vulerable.
"Yes, Sally?" he practically whispered, in a slightly husky voice.
How could I feel so terrified? It was like my greatest fears came true. This was ten times more serious than any other occasions with men before, and now it was Sparrow himself. I'd dreamed of this moment in my sleep, but never ever wished for it to happen. That was for certain.
Still... He was so tempting, yet so frightening. And why should he scare me? I knew if I didn't want anything to happen with him, all I had to do was push him away. He would never rape me, Jack Sparrow does not rape. So I'd be fine.
What was exactly the problem? Did I WANT something to happen? Although it terrified me? Although throughout my life I'd decided I wasn't the type of woman that would let a man play around with me. And although, in the time when I first got to know Jack, I'd decided never to let him have his way with me, simply because he was a scallywag of a pirate, and I was a decent girl, the daughter of George Goldee...
Yet...
"Is there somethin' you'd be wantin' to tell me?" Jack smiled, and interrupted my thinking.
I hesitated. One last time.
"No."
He smiled. Don't ask me why, that's just the way Jack does it. He so often smiles, and I love that smile. How could I have come to love it? It's impossible to tell. I used to think I couldn't stand the man, or at least that he was one I didn't want to have anything to do with, and now I felt so excited, terrified and yet pleased with being this close and serious with him. Maybe the rum had played some part, I didn't know.
I guess I realized everything was up to him.
* * *
Jack studied Sally's face. She was so close. Not sober, and not arguing. Maybe even willing, Jack thought for a second. She certainly would have pushed him away by now if she hadn't at least considered the thought of something happening between them.
She wasn't exactly the typical, beautiful woman. Her face was strange, special, but yet fair and loving, he saw, now that he'd gotten this close to her. There was more to Sally than hate and revenge. Sure, she could be tender, if one knew how to encounter it. And indeed, Jack believed he knew this.
All he had to do, was...
His thinking was interrupted as she spoke again: "Jack...?"
What now? Had she finally made up her mind? And if so, what had she decided? Jack had hoped she wouldn't decide anything, because if that would be the case he could convince her what he preferred would be the right thing. But if she decided he was to be pushed off, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Yes, love?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah."
"What exactly are you doing?"
Damn this girl! Why was she being so forward about it? Nothing could be the right reply to a question like that. Whatever he now said, it would seem like the worst possible thing to have running through a man's head, and he would be pushed away for sure.
"Why do you ask?" he finally said. "Can't you tell?"
"I'd actually like to hear you answer me, rather than talk your way away from it." Sally smiled, something which to Jack made the situation even more difficult to sustain. Why was she suddenly acting so bloody nice to him? She'd never been nice before, and he'd known how to deal with that. Now, she was NICE! And with her being nice, Jack almost felt as though obligated to be nice in return, that was the real problem...
"I have no answer, love, you're just gonna have to take what you get."
"And what do I get?" she asked, to Jack's great pleasure.
He smiled. Knowing what he did was fairly cliché and a bit cheesy, he still smiled, and then leaned in to give her the answer to her question: He gave her a kiss.
Not a big one. Just a quick, gentle kiss to see her reaction. She seemed somewhat amused and surprised, although she should have seen it coming. Asking that question, it was like asking for the kiss itself.
Normally, Jack wouldn't have been so gentle and hesitating. But, as mentioned before, he almost felt obligated to be nice to Sally, and treat her with respect. And, something that should not be forgotten, he was still after her father's disputed treasure, and would never get his hands on it if he treated her badly. He knew this much.
A slight smile from Sally was enough - Jack took it as a sign he was allowed to continue. He leaned in to kiss her once again, this time more eagerly. And she returned the kiss, it seemed almost as though she was giving in. Jack didn't mind it...
He believed the rum'd had a slight affect on them both, perhaps especially on Sally. But the reasons didn't matter anymore. All that mattered to Jack, was this girl and her presence. She was there, and she was accepting him. Letting him kiss her, on the lips, cheek, neck... Letting him touch, perhaps even explore, as he would put it, and simply enjoy.
And it seemed as though she really enjoyed it herself.
As thought, Jack thought, she'd given in...
* * *
I awoke the next morning, realizing it was rather early. The sun was just rising.
The first sensation I got, was a terrible headache, but it wore off as I woke properly up. The thought of yesterday came to mind.
Jack.
Yes, definitely a lot of Jack was remembered. But, the more I thought about it, the less I could actually remember. The kiss was quite clear in my head, and it was surely enough an all right memory. What came after that, was blurry.
I didn't remember.
It had to be the rum, I knew this much. And I also knew I had probably gone all the way with him in my drunken state, not taking the chance of believing everything had simply ended with a gentle kiss or two...
So I didn't remember it properly. But I knew I'd done it. Well, WE'd done it. Together, I knew I'd been just as much a part of it as Jack had. Being drunk, sure enough, but still. I'd given in...?
I looked around for the first time since I'd awoken.
I was lying on the matress, actually wearing my dress, but it did indeed look as though it'd been on and off during the night. I guess Jack wasn't to blame, although it was quite tempting, and would have been even more tempting hadn't it been for those memories of the night before I actually DID have, that seemed to be very nice and pleasing to recall...
I sat up on the matress and looked around. My father's glade looked like it had since the day he'd left it, which was probably about seven months ago by now...
This, I remembered, I had not told Jack...
Jack!
Where was he?
I quickly glanced around, suddenly looking everywhere for him. My eyes searched through the glade only to find he was no where around.
Jack had left me. That just made no sense! Why would he leave, and where? He still needed me, he wanted to get my father's treasure. And to get that, he needed me to get to my father.
That's when it hit me - my father...!
Jack was gone. And daddy... Oh no. Something very probable could have happened while I'd been asleep, something I would have prevented, if possible, from happening with my very life...
"Jack!" I suddenly cried, got up from the matress and took off into the forest, knowing exactly where to go...
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Oh dear, there we are...!
We're closing a big climax or whatever now, I guess one could say.. And again, sorry it takes so long before every update! It's just I gotta make sure I'm pleased with the chapter before I publish it, and it takes a while to write as well, after all...
Well, please review, everyone! I'd love it!!
This is what I'd like to call kinda the big turn of this story, if ya know what I mean... It's when things start to make more sense, and all the same a lot of other things start to make less sense. (And that made no sense...) But hey, at least, check out the title of the chapter - "Giving in to Jack"... That's gotta mean something, ey?!
Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing this particular chapter, and I'd love some reviews on it!
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GIVING IN TO JACK
I do believe what happened that night could have been avoided.
If it hadn't been for the rum.
I didn't exactly get drunk, neither did Jack. Not properly drunk, anyways... It was more a mild affection, I guess one could call it. A push in the wrong direction, perhaps.
What happened was this...
Jack, after having had his arm around me for a second, seemingly caring, took off around my father's abandoned camp to have a look around. I guess, maybe to find some clues on where he might have gone.
What Jack found, was half a bottle of rum. I guess that's what started it all.
"Oh look!" he said pleased as he bent down to pick the bottle up from a stack of books and maps. "It's my best friend!" Eagerly, he opened the bottle and had a big draught. Apparently, this was to him like a light in the storm - one minute moment of happiness I suppose to all the disappointments he'd had during these last days.
He came back and once again, took a seat on the matress next to me. Without hesitation, he handed me the bottle. "Here, have a swallow of this, love," he grinned. "I swear it will do a lot of good."
I'd never really had any particular relationship to rum, or any sort of alcohol for that matter, but sure I'd tried some in the past. However, now it felt like actual drinking for the first time. I grabbed the bottle, and was pouring down rum. It had a strong, fairly powerful taste, but I knew it could help me. At that moment, I needed convince Jack I was in a state of shock and sorrow. And of course, being in that state, I would have gladly said yes to drowning my sorrows in rum, wouldn't I? So that's what I did.
"Hey, woah, leave some for me," Jack laughed as I kept drinking. At last, he had to take the bottle away from me if he was to get any.
It took us no more than half an hour to get rid of what was left in my father's rum bottle. I could already feel my head spinning.
"Bloody hell," I muttered. "That felt... no, that FEELS... uhm, somethin'."
"Indeed it does, my darlin'," Jack smiled, and stood up on rickety legs, still holding on to the now empty bottle. "It's mother nature's way of payin' ya back for all the shit that happens to ya durin' life! It's a debt, really, and it's our duty as the ones accepting the debt, to - well, to accept it."
"Absolutely!" I said enthusiastically, and stood up to face him, rather than to remain seated like some sleepy person too sleepy to even get up on two feet... (I guess I was a bit drunk, now when I look back upon my reason to get up.)
"So," Jack said, constantly swaying, trying to keep his balance. "We're gonna find yer ol' man, and his treasure, and live like kings. No reason to give up now, love! NO reason!" he practically screamed with happiness.
"Oh no, Jack!" I laughed, grabbing his upper arm to prevent my falling down again. "You see, ya won't get your hands on that treasure! You don't even know what it is! Oh no..."
"Oh, but I will soon enough," Jack laughed. "I'll get that old Goldee to tell me all about it! Once he's found..."
"But treasure is so many things," I smiled, trying to clear my head. What was I telling Jack? Was I giving up a secret? Or just implying one? I couldn't figure it out, my mind wouldn't cooperate... It just wanted to talk, and to get some real contact with Jack Sparrow. Where it would lead, I couldn't tell.
"Indeed ya're right, lass," Jack said, with a slight serious tone about his voice. "It's so many things." His face turned even more serious, and he gazed out through the forest, probably towards wherever the Black Pearl had docked. "It's... Beauty. Definitely beauty. And it's the Pearl, and it's good ol' golden treasure, of course..."
"And me!" I said proudly, no longer considering the consequences of the things I exclaimed. "I'm a treasure! I'm Golden Sally, Captain Sparrow!"
"So you are," he laughed and smiled, his eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun.
I felt my balance failing me once again, and grabbed Jack's other arm with my other hand to make sure I could stay up. He seemed to enjoy it.
"Need some help, love?" he asked. "You don't seem to be able to stand up."
"Nor do you!" I laughed as he almost lost his balance and had to take several steps to prevent the both of us from falling over. I felt myself leaning my entire body weight and balance on him.
"Wanna dance?" he asked with a grin.
"What? Dance? There's no music!"
"We'll make our own!" he laughed and grabbed me around the waist with one hand, and took my hand with the other. "We'll sing, my darlin'!"
I could do nothing but laugh as he lead me through a rather unsteady, but acceptable, sequence of dance on my father's glade, singing old pirate songs or whatever they were... It was surprising we didn't fall over sooner than we did, but at last we found ourselves once again on the matress, having given in to one of the many affections given by the rum.
We were no longer sitting on the matress, but actually lying down, beside one another, staring up at the sky. It was still daylight left, and nothing romantic or special about the sky, but it felt nice nevertheless. And I had Sparrow next to me... (Though not necessarily on top of me, as some women would have preferred.)
"Wow," Jack whispered. "It's really early in the evening...!"
"Yeah," I sighed.
I was about to say something more - I can't recall what - when a hand suddenly found its way to my stomach, on the outside of my dress. Before I knew it, his full body had followed the hand and now he was pratically on top of me, as I'd feared... He said nothing, and did nothing, but looked down on me, holding himself up by his arms on the sides of my head.
"Uhm, Jack...?" I hesitated, not knowing what to do or say. For a brief second, I felt sober and vulerable.
"Yes, Sally?" he practically whispered, in a slightly husky voice.
How could I feel so terrified? It was like my greatest fears came true. This was ten times more serious than any other occasions with men before, and now it was Sparrow himself. I'd dreamed of this moment in my sleep, but never ever wished for it to happen. That was for certain.
Still... He was so tempting, yet so frightening. And why should he scare me? I knew if I didn't want anything to happen with him, all I had to do was push him away. He would never rape me, Jack Sparrow does not rape. So I'd be fine.
What was exactly the problem? Did I WANT something to happen? Although it terrified me? Although throughout my life I'd decided I wasn't the type of woman that would let a man play around with me. And although, in the time when I first got to know Jack, I'd decided never to let him have his way with me, simply because he was a scallywag of a pirate, and I was a decent girl, the daughter of George Goldee...
Yet...
"Is there somethin' you'd be wantin' to tell me?" Jack smiled, and interrupted my thinking.
I hesitated. One last time.
"No."
He smiled. Don't ask me why, that's just the way Jack does it. He so often smiles, and I love that smile. How could I have come to love it? It's impossible to tell. I used to think I couldn't stand the man, or at least that he was one I didn't want to have anything to do with, and now I felt so excited, terrified and yet pleased with being this close and serious with him. Maybe the rum had played some part, I didn't know.
I guess I realized everything was up to him.
* * *
Jack studied Sally's face. She was so close. Not sober, and not arguing. Maybe even willing, Jack thought for a second. She certainly would have pushed him away by now if she hadn't at least considered the thought of something happening between them.
She wasn't exactly the typical, beautiful woman. Her face was strange, special, but yet fair and loving, he saw, now that he'd gotten this close to her. There was more to Sally than hate and revenge. Sure, she could be tender, if one knew how to encounter it. And indeed, Jack believed he knew this.
All he had to do, was...
His thinking was interrupted as she spoke again: "Jack...?"
What now? Had she finally made up her mind? And if so, what had she decided? Jack had hoped she wouldn't decide anything, because if that would be the case he could convince her what he preferred would be the right thing. But if she decided he was to be pushed off, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Yes, love?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah."
"What exactly are you doing?"
Damn this girl! Why was she being so forward about it? Nothing could be the right reply to a question like that. Whatever he now said, it would seem like the worst possible thing to have running through a man's head, and he would be pushed away for sure.
"Why do you ask?" he finally said. "Can't you tell?"
"I'd actually like to hear you answer me, rather than talk your way away from it." Sally smiled, something which to Jack made the situation even more difficult to sustain. Why was she suddenly acting so bloody nice to him? She'd never been nice before, and he'd known how to deal with that. Now, she was NICE! And with her being nice, Jack almost felt as though obligated to be nice in return, that was the real problem...
"I have no answer, love, you're just gonna have to take what you get."
"And what do I get?" she asked, to Jack's great pleasure.
He smiled. Knowing what he did was fairly cliché and a bit cheesy, he still smiled, and then leaned in to give her the answer to her question: He gave her a kiss.
Not a big one. Just a quick, gentle kiss to see her reaction. She seemed somewhat amused and surprised, although she should have seen it coming. Asking that question, it was like asking for the kiss itself.
Normally, Jack wouldn't have been so gentle and hesitating. But, as mentioned before, he almost felt obligated to be nice to Sally, and treat her with respect. And, something that should not be forgotten, he was still after her father's disputed treasure, and would never get his hands on it if he treated her badly. He knew this much.
A slight smile from Sally was enough - Jack took it as a sign he was allowed to continue. He leaned in to kiss her once again, this time more eagerly. And she returned the kiss, it seemed almost as though she was giving in. Jack didn't mind it...
He believed the rum'd had a slight affect on them both, perhaps especially on Sally. But the reasons didn't matter anymore. All that mattered to Jack, was this girl and her presence. She was there, and she was accepting him. Letting him kiss her, on the lips, cheek, neck... Letting him touch, perhaps even explore, as he would put it, and simply enjoy.
And it seemed as though she really enjoyed it herself.
As thought, Jack thought, she'd given in...
* * *
I awoke the next morning, realizing it was rather early. The sun was just rising.
The first sensation I got, was a terrible headache, but it wore off as I woke properly up. The thought of yesterday came to mind.
Jack.
Yes, definitely a lot of Jack was remembered. But, the more I thought about it, the less I could actually remember. The kiss was quite clear in my head, and it was surely enough an all right memory. What came after that, was blurry.
I didn't remember.
It had to be the rum, I knew this much. And I also knew I had probably gone all the way with him in my drunken state, not taking the chance of believing everything had simply ended with a gentle kiss or two...
So I didn't remember it properly. But I knew I'd done it. Well, WE'd done it. Together, I knew I'd been just as much a part of it as Jack had. Being drunk, sure enough, but still. I'd given in...?
I looked around for the first time since I'd awoken.
I was lying on the matress, actually wearing my dress, but it did indeed look as though it'd been on and off during the night. I guess Jack wasn't to blame, although it was quite tempting, and would have been even more tempting hadn't it been for those memories of the night before I actually DID have, that seemed to be very nice and pleasing to recall...
I sat up on the matress and looked around. My father's glade looked like it had since the day he'd left it, which was probably about seven months ago by now...
This, I remembered, I had not told Jack...
Jack!
Where was he?
I quickly glanced around, suddenly looking everywhere for him. My eyes searched through the glade only to find he was no where around.
Jack had left me. That just made no sense! Why would he leave, and where? He still needed me, he wanted to get my father's treasure. And to get that, he needed me to get to my father.
That's when it hit me - my father...!
Jack was gone. And daddy... Oh no. Something very probable could have happened while I'd been asleep, something I would have prevented, if possible, from happening with my very life...
"Jack!" I suddenly cried, got up from the matress and took off into the forest, knowing exactly where to go...
***
Oh dear, there we are...!
We're closing a big climax or whatever now, I guess one could say.. And again, sorry it takes so long before every update! It's just I gotta make sure I'm pleased with the chapter before I publish it, and it takes a while to write as well, after all...
Well, please review, everyone! I'd love it!!