A/N - I really like how the last chapter came out, possibly the best one
yet, aye? Thank you to all my reviewers, RiRiana, iluvobandew,
spanisheyez2, elvesmagic010, daydreambeliever14, and "the real Gianna".
You guys rock!
~Lady Cyann~
Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or the sexy Cap'n Jack Sparrow (dammit)
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Jack and Gianna sprung apart like startled rabbits as Pius entered the room. Looking uncomfortable, for he had obviously "caught" the two, he said, "Er, Captain, we'll be docking in mere moments, ma'am. Just thought ye'd like to know." He stood there still, dumbfounded at behavior he hardly expected from Gianna.
Jack sighed and rolled his eyes distinctly. "Must you stare at me and my woman so?" he said with annoyance. "Go on then, off with ye! And take care not to interrupt again!"
Pius, startled and sweating, rushed from the room without a word or a second glance.
Gianna looked at Jack with wide eyes, and he laughed.
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Gianna, fixing her hair and quickly changing into a fresh dress, stood in her room. The dress was her favorite, a lovely crimson-red with gold accents. She wanted to celebrate a little bit. It had a square neckline, as was the fashion, and quarter-length sleeves. She looked in the floor to ceiling mirror in her cabin. She looked lovely, and when she fastened the red comb in her shiny, wavy hair, she looked even better.
She slipped on her shiny new lady's boots, and exited on to the deck.
When she arrived out in the open sea air, she was feeling as happy as a clam. But when she looked into the eyes of the crew, Jack, and Victoria, she knew something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. The crew began to advance on her. Gianna stared nervously at over 20 pairs of angry eyes, some almost insane with rage.
"We passed up many ships on your command, lass." One growled.
"You says, 'We going aftah the Black Pearl.'" Another said, and spit at her feet.
Gianna backed up, trying to put distance between herself and the crew. Sensing what was about; she looked about hurriedly over their heads, her eyes straining for a glimpse of black sail. But the crew was right; the Pearl was nowhere to be seen.
"Now, we arrive at this cursed island, and there's no sign of the Pearl ANYWHERE." A sailor bellowed.
"You was leadin' us on the whole time!" one crowed.
"And now, ye'll pay the price, lassie!" Quartermaster Alan Berry screamed and charged at Gianna with a knife. She dodged out of the way in the nick of time, but the damage had already been done. Within seconds a horrible fight broke out, and it was everyone against the captain. A familiar pirate game. Gianna searched in her dress, only to find that she was unarmed. Things were beginning to look hopeless and Gianna was on the brink of losing her head completely. Just then, Jack beat his way through the circle of pirates to stand in the middle with Gianna. He gave her a sword and immediately started to fend off the sailors. Gianna did the same, but within minutes they were hopelessly outnumbered. And when Jack took a serious wound to the chest, they surrendered.
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Before Gianna knew it, she was holding a pistol and a canteen full of water in her hands. She had a sword teasing at the base of her spine, and the wide expanse of water lay before her, the horizon at her feet. She was walking the plank. As punishment for her actions, there was a mutiny, and a round robin signed. She and Jack were to be marooned and ne'er return.
Gianna was scared witless, but she would go out with a bang. She turned to the crew and said, "Damn you all to hell." Then, she gracefully cart wheeled off the plank and into the ocean. Jack followed.
When they were both treading water beside the Vesuvius, Jack said, "Okay woman, this is my third time being marooned, so I know how this works. First of all, we will swim along the sand at the bottom until we reach the island." When Gianna looked at him, puzzled, he explained. "Sharks only attack from below."
When the two reached the island, sopping and tired, they both collapsed on the sand next to each other. "We should probably build a fire, and, and," he dozed off in mid sentence. Gianna wondered if she could wake him, but she didn't. She fell asleep a second after.
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When Gianna woke again, she was warm and somewhat dry. Jack sat, staring into the fire he built. To Gianna's surprise it burned a brilliant white. It almost hurt the eyes to look at he dancing flames.
"What-?" Gianna began to say, but Jack interrupted her, his eyes never leaving the fire.
"Tis palmwood, luv. I never knew it would behave so." He was mesmerized, and Gianna was beginning to feel a bit frightened. So she dragged her still exhausted body over to Jack and climbed into his lap. She effectively broke his trance and he looked and his brown eyes bore into her with passion. She repositioned herself so that she was facing him, and smiled.
"You know, luv," Jack said, "That we are the solitary people on this island."
"Yes I am aware of that Mr. Sparrow." Gianna said, her eyes never leaving Jack's.
Jack reached out to stroke Gianna's arm, and looked surprised that she hadn't slapped him yet. He caressed her face and kissed her deeply, and he lay out on the sand, Gianna beneath him. But Gianna seemed to sense an extreme change in Jack's manner and he deepened the kiss. She pushed both her hands against his chest in a motion for him to stop.
"Tut, tut, Mr. Sparrow. None of that, now." She said, reprimanding him.
Jack eased off of Gianna, but she continued to lie there in the sand. Seeing her there, something so beautiful that he could not have, exasperated poor Jack.
"You drive me crazy, my lady." Jack said truthfully.
Gianna walked around him seductively, brushing his body with hers as she passed. Jack flinched, and Gianna knew she was arousing him.
"I know."
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Later on, Jack and Gianna were on opposite sides of the island, both in deep thought. Jack was sitting in front of the fire, wondering why the only lass he truly wanted would not give herself to him. She had stamina, he would give her that. She sometimes made him mad with lust, and she was perfectly willing to use that power. He wanted to hold her in his arms so much, but the walls would not come down. Perhaps she didn't care for him as much as he did about her. Maybe she thought of him as just a toy to be played with. Well, of one thing he was sure. Jack Sparrow was NOT a toy.
Gianna sat on the other end of the island, her toes dipped in the sea. She was daydreaming happily about Jack. She knew that he desired her, for she could tell by what had happened a few hours before. But did he love her? Come to think of it, Jack had never said straight out to Gianna that he loved her. This caused Gianna to panic. She needed to talk to Jack as soon as she could. So she was happy to see Jack coming towards her.
As the two approached each other, both had the full intention of asking the other if they loved them, however confusing that may sound. But when they met in the middle of the island, both were at a loss for words. To break the discomfort, Gianna spoke
"Now, Jack, what say we get some grub?" She asked innocently.
"Aye, lass. Whatever ye say." Jack responded.
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Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or the sexy Cap'n Jack Sparrow (dammit)
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Jack and Gianna sprung apart like startled rabbits as Pius entered the room. Looking uncomfortable, for he had obviously "caught" the two, he said, "Er, Captain, we'll be docking in mere moments, ma'am. Just thought ye'd like to know." He stood there still, dumbfounded at behavior he hardly expected from Gianna.
Jack sighed and rolled his eyes distinctly. "Must you stare at me and my woman so?" he said with annoyance. "Go on then, off with ye! And take care not to interrupt again!"
Pius, startled and sweating, rushed from the room without a word or a second glance.
Gianna looked at Jack with wide eyes, and he laughed.
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Gianna, fixing her hair and quickly changing into a fresh dress, stood in her room. The dress was her favorite, a lovely crimson-red with gold accents. She wanted to celebrate a little bit. It had a square neckline, as was the fashion, and quarter-length sleeves. She looked in the floor to ceiling mirror in her cabin. She looked lovely, and when she fastened the red comb in her shiny, wavy hair, she looked even better.
She slipped on her shiny new lady's boots, and exited on to the deck.
When she arrived out in the open sea air, she was feeling as happy as a clam. But when she looked into the eyes of the crew, Jack, and Victoria, she knew something had gone horribly, horribly wrong. The crew began to advance on her. Gianna stared nervously at over 20 pairs of angry eyes, some almost insane with rage.
"We passed up many ships on your command, lass." One growled.
"You says, 'We going aftah the Black Pearl.'" Another said, and spit at her feet.
Gianna backed up, trying to put distance between herself and the crew. Sensing what was about; she looked about hurriedly over their heads, her eyes straining for a glimpse of black sail. But the crew was right; the Pearl was nowhere to be seen.
"Now, we arrive at this cursed island, and there's no sign of the Pearl ANYWHERE." A sailor bellowed.
"You was leadin' us on the whole time!" one crowed.
"And now, ye'll pay the price, lassie!" Quartermaster Alan Berry screamed and charged at Gianna with a knife. She dodged out of the way in the nick of time, but the damage had already been done. Within seconds a horrible fight broke out, and it was everyone against the captain. A familiar pirate game. Gianna searched in her dress, only to find that she was unarmed. Things were beginning to look hopeless and Gianna was on the brink of losing her head completely. Just then, Jack beat his way through the circle of pirates to stand in the middle with Gianna. He gave her a sword and immediately started to fend off the sailors. Gianna did the same, but within minutes they were hopelessly outnumbered. And when Jack took a serious wound to the chest, they surrendered.
**************************************
Before Gianna knew it, she was holding a pistol and a canteen full of water in her hands. She had a sword teasing at the base of her spine, and the wide expanse of water lay before her, the horizon at her feet. She was walking the plank. As punishment for her actions, there was a mutiny, and a round robin signed. She and Jack were to be marooned and ne'er return.
Gianna was scared witless, but she would go out with a bang. She turned to the crew and said, "Damn you all to hell." Then, she gracefully cart wheeled off the plank and into the ocean. Jack followed.
When they were both treading water beside the Vesuvius, Jack said, "Okay woman, this is my third time being marooned, so I know how this works. First of all, we will swim along the sand at the bottom until we reach the island." When Gianna looked at him, puzzled, he explained. "Sharks only attack from below."
When the two reached the island, sopping and tired, they both collapsed on the sand next to each other. "We should probably build a fire, and, and," he dozed off in mid sentence. Gianna wondered if she could wake him, but she didn't. She fell asleep a second after.
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When Gianna woke again, she was warm and somewhat dry. Jack sat, staring into the fire he built. To Gianna's surprise it burned a brilliant white. It almost hurt the eyes to look at he dancing flames.
"What-?" Gianna began to say, but Jack interrupted her, his eyes never leaving the fire.
"Tis palmwood, luv. I never knew it would behave so." He was mesmerized, and Gianna was beginning to feel a bit frightened. So she dragged her still exhausted body over to Jack and climbed into his lap. She effectively broke his trance and he looked and his brown eyes bore into her with passion. She repositioned herself so that she was facing him, and smiled.
"You know, luv," Jack said, "That we are the solitary people on this island."
"Yes I am aware of that Mr. Sparrow." Gianna said, her eyes never leaving Jack's.
Jack reached out to stroke Gianna's arm, and looked surprised that she hadn't slapped him yet. He caressed her face and kissed her deeply, and he lay out on the sand, Gianna beneath him. But Gianna seemed to sense an extreme change in Jack's manner and he deepened the kiss. She pushed both her hands against his chest in a motion for him to stop.
"Tut, tut, Mr. Sparrow. None of that, now." She said, reprimanding him.
Jack eased off of Gianna, but she continued to lie there in the sand. Seeing her there, something so beautiful that he could not have, exasperated poor Jack.
"You drive me crazy, my lady." Jack said truthfully.
Gianna walked around him seductively, brushing his body with hers as she passed. Jack flinched, and Gianna knew she was arousing him.
"I know."
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Later on, Jack and Gianna were on opposite sides of the island, both in deep thought. Jack was sitting in front of the fire, wondering why the only lass he truly wanted would not give herself to him. She had stamina, he would give her that. She sometimes made him mad with lust, and she was perfectly willing to use that power. He wanted to hold her in his arms so much, but the walls would not come down. Perhaps she didn't care for him as much as he did about her. Maybe she thought of him as just a toy to be played with. Well, of one thing he was sure. Jack Sparrow was NOT a toy.
Gianna sat on the other end of the island, her toes dipped in the sea. She was daydreaming happily about Jack. She knew that he desired her, for she could tell by what had happened a few hours before. But did he love her? Come to think of it, Jack had never said straight out to Gianna that he loved her. This caused Gianna to panic. She needed to talk to Jack as soon as she could. So she was happy to see Jack coming towards her.
As the two approached each other, both had the full intention of asking the other if they loved them, however confusing that may sound. But when they met in the middle of the island, both were at a loss for words. To break the discomfort, Gianna spoke
"Now, Jack, what say we get some grub?" She asked innocently.
"Aye, lass. Whatever ye say." Jack responded.
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