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Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
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Gianna stood and gaped at the scene that lay before her. Jack and Victoria lay on the ground together, feverishly kissing. The captain stood there, speechless. Thoughts rushed through her head. Her best friend, her only love. Together. She wanted to run, run as fast as she could to a place where this wasn't happening. But she could not. She had to face it. This was real.
Jack made eye contact with Gianna, and with one strength-filled push, shoved Victoria off of him and onto the floorboards. "It's not what you think, Gianna!" he shouted, but the captain was already gone.
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Gianna emitted heavy, dry sobs as she ran down the hall, making her feel ill. As she reached the open deck she swayed on her feet, teetering across the floor. She felt extremely sick and ran to the side, retching out pretty much everything she had eaten all day. She stormed across the ship towards the bow, causing the crew to stare openly. When Gianna felt the presence of Jack and Victoria following her, she said in a voice like ice, "Men, we will be dropping off and leaving Mr. Sparrow and Miss Dahllas at our next port of call."
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Jack sat in the crew's quarters, obviously not sleeping with the captain as usual. He had tried approaching Gianna all day, trying to explain what she had seen had been forced upon him. She would not listen. He thought about all the nights they had shared together, talking about everything, and just enjoying each other's company. He missed it so, and with every second he spent without her, his heart sunk even lower. He couldn't bear to look at Victoria, so whenever she was seen up and about on the deck, he made sure to be elsewhere.
Victoria, on the other hand, was having no second thoughts. It was still in her mind to have Jack Sparrow for herself, and there would be no stopping her now. They would be left all alone together on Isla de la Muerta. What ever would they do to pass the time until another ship came to pick them up? Hardly a single ship out of a thousand could survive that passage, so Victoria and Jack would likely spend the rest of their lives together. Twas fine with her . . .
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That night, a horrible gale came upon them, just as Pius had predicted. Gianna and her best men, among them Jack Sparrow, stayed on deck to do the required work. Massive waves crashed over the vessel, regularly throwing the Vesuvius onto her side. The ocean roared and rang in their ears, deafening the sailors to all else. Water gushed over the deck, occasionally turning an ominous crimson with the blood of a sailor. Thunder crushed the air above them, seemingly straining to break the eardrums of every man and woman. Sea-soaked clothes and additional gallons of water weighed down on the pirates, sometimes pushing them to the ground. The wind shrieked and cried with alacrity through the rigging, growing higher with each gust. Suddenly, the men froze as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. They gazed up as the phenomenon of Saint Elmo's Fire played upon the mast and the rigging. The sheer electricity danced and glowed amazing hues.
Gianna found herself hypnotized by this astounding and rare occurrence. So she was not ready for the titanic wave the struck the Vesuvius with such force that she nearly turtled. Gianna slid through the bars of the rail and into the crashing, hungry sea. It grabbed and pulled her underwater with icy fingers and she felt herself sinking, deeper and deeper into Davy Jones's locker.
But just then, she was pulled up into the air again fiercely. A strong, masculine body towed her in another direction, apparently oblivious to the beating rain and tense seas. She was dragged onto a hard surface and remembered no more.
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When Gianna awoke, her head was throbbing, and she felt like she was dying of exposure. Her skin felt cold and clammy, her clothes and hair drenched. Her heavy head lay in someone's lap. She opened her eyes, though her lids weighed more than twice that of the Vesuvius, and found herself gazing into two chocolate pools rimmed with kohl. "She's comin' around!" he announced. Gianna moaned softly, flailing weakly to try and get away from this betrayer. Jack soothed her with firm hand and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her toward the captain's quarters. On the way, Gianna either fainted away again or fell asleep. When they arrived into the warmth of her cabin, Gianna opened her eyes again. Jack laid her down on the bed, and began slowly to remove her ruined, sopping clothing.
Gianna attempted to protest feebly, but Jack interrupted by speaking.
"You gave me quite a scare there, lass," and, not expecting her to reply, continued, "I thought I'd lost you. But I was a fool. My girl never gives up." He finished undressing her and wrapped her in a warm towel. He proceeded to carry her again, this time to the small adjoining washroom. A tub full of steamy hot water was ready and waiting for her. Jack helped Gianna ease into the bathtub, and left with the words, "I'm so glad you're safe, luv." ****************************
When Gianna awoke the next morning, she felt so much better. She pulled a sea-foam dress over her head and walked down to the galley for a bite to eat. Judging by the level of the sun in the sky, it must have been about 5 o'clock. They should reach Tortuga today, possibly in a few hours. (Surprisingly, the storm had not thrown the Vesuvius too far off course.) She sat on a bench next to the long table and began to eat. But when she heard specifically feminine footsteps approaching and raspy voices, she dove into a large cabinet and slammed the doors. No surprise to Gianna, it was Victoria and Jack.
"Kiss me now! Take me now!" Victoria screamed, her voice high-pitched with lust.
"Wench, begone before I have to call the quartermaster!" Jack bellowed, "All you've done since the moment I met you is annoy the hell out of me, and I want no more of it!"
Here he scooted around a bench to avoid the outstretched arms of Victoria.
"You want me Jack! Why must you be so God-damned stubborn?" she said, her voice filled with alacrity at the prospect that she may not get the one man she truly wanted.
"No!" Jack exclaimed, scooting again. "You've ruined my entire life in a matter of," he paused to calculate, "Two days! You lost me my woman! The only one for me! My Gianna!"
At this, there was a lull in the yelling. Victoria was in shock. Just then, a voice was heard.
"Land ho!" Pius bellowed. Victoria shot from the room and Gianna popped out of the closet.
"You truly care for me!" She screamed, happier than she'd been in many days, "You were telling the truth! I'm so sorry I didn't. . ." she abruptly stopped talking as Jack pressed a finger to her lips.
"Luv, you're mine, I'm yours. It's done with. Now let's stop talking, savvy?"
And Jack kissed Gianna deeply, as the sounds of men rejoicing sounded above decks.
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Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
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Gianna stood and gaped at the scene that lay before her. Jack and Victoria lay on the ground together, feverishly kissing. The captain stood there, speechless. Thoughts rushed through her head. Her best friend, her only love. Together. She wanted to run, run as fast as she could to a place where this wasn't happening. But she could not. She had to face it. This was real.
Jack made eye contact with Gianna, and with one strength-filled push, shoved Victoria off of him and onto the floorboards. "It's not what you think, Gianna!" he shouted, but the captain was already gone.
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Gianna emitted heavy, dry sobs as she ran down the hall, making her feel ill. As she reached the open deck she swayed on her feet, teetering across the floor. She felt extremely sick and ran to the side, retching out pretty much everything she had eaten all day. She stormed across the ship towards the bow, causing the crew to stare openly. When Gianna felt the presence of Jack and Victoria following her, she said in a voice like ice, "Men, we will be dropping off and leaving Mr. Sparrow and Miss Dahllas at our next port of call."
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Jack sat in the crew's quarters, obviously not sleeping with the captain as usual. He had tried approaching Gianna all day, trying to explain what she had seen had been forced upon him. She would not listen. He thought about all the nights they had shared together, talking about everything, and just enjoying each other's company. He missed it so, and with every second he spent without her, his heart sunk even lower. He couldn't bear to look at Victoria, so whenever she was seen up and about on the deck, he made sure to be elsewhere.
Victoria, on the other hand, was having no second thoughts. It was still in her mind to have Jack Sparrow for herself, and there would be no stopping her now. They would be left all alone together on Isla de la Muerta. What ever would they do to pass the time until another ship came to pick them up? Hardly a single ship out of a thousand could survive that passage, so Victoria and Jack would likely spend the rest of their lives together. Twas fine with her . . .
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That night, a horrible gale came upon them, just as Pius had predicted. Gianna and her best men, among them Jack Sparrow, stayed on deck to do the required work. Massive waves crashed over the vessel, regularly throwing the Vesuvius onto her side. The ocean roared and rang in their ears, deafening the sailors to all else. Water gushed over the deck, occasionally turning an ominous crimson with the blood of a sailor. Thunder crushed the air above them, seemingly straining to break the eardrums of every man and woman. Sea-soaked clothes and additional gallons of water weighed down on the pirates, sometimes pushing them to the ground. The wind shrieked and cried with alacrity through the rigging, growing higher with each gust. Suddenly, the men froze as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. They gazed up as the phenomenon of Saint Elmo's Fire played upon the mast and the rigging. The sheer electricity danced and glowed amazing hues.
Gianna found herself hypnotized by this astounding and rare occurrence. So she was not ready for the titanic wave the struck the Vesuvius with such force that she nearly turtled. Gianna slid through the bars of the rail and into the crashing, hungry sea. It grabbed and pulled her underwater with icy fingers and she felt herself sinking, deeper and deeper into Davy Jones's locker.
But just then, she was pulled up into the air again fiercely. A strong, masculine body towed her in another direction, apparently oblivious to the beating rain and tense seas. She was dragged onto a hard surface and remembered no more.
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When Gianna awoke, her head was throbbing, and she felt like she was dying of exposure. Her skin felt cold and clammy, her clothes and hair drenched. Her heavy head lay in someone's lap. She opened her eyes, though her lids weighed more than twice that of the Vesuvius, and found herself gazing into two chocolate pools rimmed with kohl. "She's comin' around!" he announced. Gianna moaned softly, flailing weakly to try and get away from this betrayer. Jack soothed her with firm hand and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her toward the captain's quarters. On the way, Gianna either fainted away again or fell asleep. When they arrived into the warmth of her cabin, Gianna opened her eyes again. Jack laid her down on the bed, and began slowly to remove her ruined, sopping clothing.
Gianna attempted to protest feebly, but Jack interrupted by speaking.
"You gave me quite a scare there, lass," and, not expecting her to reply, continued, "I thought I'd lost you. But I was a fool. My girl never gives up." He finished undressing her and wrapped her in a warm towel. He proceeded to carry her again, this time to the small adjoining washroom. A tub full of steamy hot water was ready and waiting for her. Jack helped Gianna ease into the bathtub, and left with the words, "I'm so glad you're safe, luv." ****************************
When Gianna awoke the next morning, she felt so much better. She pulled a sea-foam dress over her head and walked down to the galley for a bite to eat. Judging by the level of the sun in the sky, it must have been about 5 o'clock. They should reach Tortuga today, possibly in a few hours. (Surprisingly, the storm had not thrown the Vesuvius too far off course.) She sat on a bench next to the long table and began to eat. But when she heard specifically feminine footsteps approaching and raspy voices, she dove into a large cabinet and slammed the doors. No surprise to Gianna, it was Victoria and Jack.
"Kiss me now! Take me now!" Victoria screamed, her voice high-pitched with lust.
"Wench, begone before I have to call the quartermaster!" Jack bellowed, "All you've done since the moment I met you is annoy the hell out of me, and I want no more of it!"
Here he scooted around a bench to avoid the outstretched arms of Victoria.
"You want me Jack! Why must you be so God-damned stubborn?" she said, her voice filled with alacrity at the prospect that she may not get the one man she truly wanted.
"No!" Jack exclaimed, scooting again. "You've ruined my entire life in a matter of," he paused to calculate, "Two days! You lost me my woman! The only one for me! My Gianna!"
At this, there was a lull in the yelling. Victoria was in shock. Just then, a voice was heard.
"Land ho!" Pius bellowed. Victoria shot from the room and Gianna popped out of the closet.
"You truly care for me!" She screamed, happier than she'd been in many days, "You were telling the truth! I'm so sorry I didn't. . ." she abruptly stopped talking as Jack pressed a finger to her lips.
"Luv, you're mine, I'm yours. It's done with. Now let's stop talking, savvy?"
And Jack kissed Gianna deeply, as the sounds of men rejoicing sounded above decks.
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