Disclaimer: I still do not own anything to do with PoTC except for maybe the book and the soundtrack. Plus, I do not own "Everything". It is a song by Lifehouse that I thought would be perfect for this chapter.
AN: okay, so I don't normally do things like this. Write a song-fic, that is. I originally thought this up while listening to the Lifehouse song "Everything" on the Smallville soundtrack. And this isn't to say that I'll ever do a song-fic chapter again, but I wanted to do this at least once in my writing career. If you don't like it, let me know, I'll take all criticisms with an open mind.
Sui Generis
Chapter 8: Everything
Lor Adams ran across the large wooden deck, barefoot with her long red hair flowing behind her. Her face shows a kind of innocence that only those new to the world can hold. She is five years old, a pirate Captain's daughter.
"Lor!" a voice yelled behind her. "Child! Ger yer ass back 'ere!"
She laughed and then stopped running. She turned around quickly to face the two men that were chasing her. Jack Sparrow and William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner, the one that had cursed at her, ran up to her, stopping just mere feet away, breathing heavily from their run. They had been charged with watching over her. "It builds character," her father had told them.
"Character my ass!" Jack muttered.
Lor laughed again and then feinted to her left. When Bill moved to stop her, she bolted to her right, straight into the waiting arms of Jack. "Gotcha, ya lit'le runt!"
She opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream that lasted only a matter of seconds for Jack covered her mouth with his free hand. Lor struggled against him, kicking out her bare feet, attacking anything and anyone that got in her path. "Grab 'er legs!"
Bill walked up to the younger man and then backed away as her feet kicked at him. "Easy fer you ta say, lad! Yer not on the receivin' end of 'er kicks!"
"Oh, be a man! She's just a lit'le girl!"
With a growl, Bill grabbed hold of her legs and held on tight. Lor bucked against them, desperately trying to free herself from their grasp. Jack jerked his head to the left and Bill nodded, a smirk on his face.
The two half-carried, half-dragged the small, squirming girl to the edge of the ship. They glanced at each other, and then tossed the girl over the railing. A loud splash caused the rest of the crew to look up from their respective chores. A laugh echoed throughout the ship, some men shook their heads.
"Was she troublin' you again, lads?"
The two men turned around. "Aye, sir," Bill answered. "Lit'le runt made us chase 'er all around the ship."
Captain Timothy "Black" Adams laughed heartily. "Aye, lads. I believe she's a lot like me, in't she?"
"Aye, Cap'n," they said in unison.
"Black" Adams laughed again, gesturing over the edge of his ship. "Bring 'er up mates. Don't let my lit'le girl drown out there."
2 years later. . .
*Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feet you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again*
A seven year old Lor hid behind her father. She didn't want to face the two men that stood in front of the ship's crew. She didn't want to say good-bye. Today was the day when Jack Sparrow and Bill Turner were going to leave to make their own destiny.
*You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything*
They said their good-byes to the crew and then, one at a time, embraced and bid farewell to the Captain. Bill was the first to turn to the small girl who was determined not to look at him. "Come 'ere, lass. Time ta say good-bye."
"No," she said, shaking her head emphatically. "If I don't say good-bye, then you won't leave."
Bill laughed, pulling her towards him into a tight hug. After a moment, he pulled away, holding her at arm's length. He looked at her in the eyes and smiled. "You'll be a heartbreaker one day, lass. Lookit you, already a beautiful young lady."
"I'm no lady, I'm a pirate!"
He laughed again. "Aye, lass, that ya are," he paused, taking in a deep breath. He reached up slowly, removing the small necklace that Lor's father had given to him two years earlier. He placed the string around her neck, saying, "Keep watch over this, Lor. I'll be back for it one day. You protect it until then. Do we 'ave an accord?"
Lor looked at him, and then grasped his outstretched hand and shook it. "We 'ave an accord," she whispered.
Bill kissed her on the forehead and tussled her hair. He got up slowly, muttering, "I'm gettin' too old fer this."
*And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this*
Jack was the next to come up to her. He towered above her, staring down at her from underneath the tri-cornered hat that her father had given him. He pursed his lips slightly, narrowing his eyes. Lor's tiny heart gave a slight jump as she stared back up at him.
*You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fold
You still my heart
When you take my breath away
Would you take me in take me deeper now*
"Ye were a troublesome lit'le devil, you know that?"
Lor nodded silently and then tugged at his hand. Jack knelt down in front of her in a swirl of dark hair and jacket. "If I tell you a secret," she whispered, leaning in close to him. "Will you still leave?"
Jack pulled back slightly. "Depends on what it is."
She leaned into him again, standing on her tip-toes to get as close to his ear as possible. "I luf you," she whispered.
*And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this*
He scooted back so he could look her in her eyes. This girl is crazy, he thought. How could a mere seven-year-old girl know anything about love? In answer, Jack took off one of his gold rings and placed it in her hand, closing her small, pudgy fingers around it. "Protect that with your life, love. Promise me that you'll keep it 'til I come back for it."
Tears started to well up in the little girl's eyes, but she blinked them away, nodding silently once again. Before he could say more, Lor turned on her heel and ran to her cabin, slamming the door quickly.
3 years later. . .
*And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this*
Lor Adams ran into her father's quarters, a frightened look in her eyes. She had heard the crewmen whispering to each other about something. Something bad had happened to Jack, so she hurried to ask her father if what they had been saying was true. But as soon as she entered his cabin and saw the look on her father's face, she knew the stories to be true.
*Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything . . . everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything . . . everything*
Jack had been betrayed.
*You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything . . . everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything . . . everything*
The present. . .
*And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this*
Lor sat on the sand of the darkened beach. The moon had been hidden behind a veil of clouds. She reached into one of her pockets and withdrew a simple gold chain. Her fingers loosened their grip on the chain, only to catch on a simple gold ring that had been placed on it for protection.
*And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this*
The ring had been too big for her fingers sixteen years before, and as she placed it around one of her slender fingers, she found it to still be too big. She removed it from her finger and opened the clasp of the chain. She placed the necklace around her neck, pushing her tangled hair out of the way. Lor shivered as the cold metal landed on her bare skin.
*And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this*
She fingered the ring, playing with it as she stared off into the memories that ran through her mind. She exhaled slightly, letting out the small puff of breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. "I kept my promise Jack," she whispered into the darkness. "I kept my promise."
*Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this*
AN: Next: Chapter 9: Attack on the Port
AN2: sorry this is so short, but I wrote it at like 12 o'clock last night when I should have been sleeping! But I had the ideas stuck in my head and I needed to write them down before I lost them. See ya next time! And don't forget the Jack Sparrow cookies! ;P
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