A/N - Thank you to all my reviewers, once again. Unfortunately, I may not
be able to update for a few days due to family gatherings.
(Christmas.Yay!) But I will update again as soon as I can. This chapter
may be rated PG-14 or 15 (Yeah, I made those up. But its not rated R and
there's nothing in between!)
Disclaimer - I do not own the Black Pearl, Captain Jack Sparrow (wahhhh () or anything else pertaining to Pirates of the Caribbean. *Mumbles angrily, saying something about "Disney big shots".*
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The next few moments found Gianna standing on Jack's shoulders beside a palm tree, stretching to her full length to try and retrieve a couple of coconuts. Jack was wobbling, and Gianna swayed dangerously.
"Keep it steady down there, Jack!" she called nervously. "Are you sure this is the only food that can be found on this damn spit of land?"
"Luv, I searched this island up and down and all around. This is the only food." Jack replied for about the fiftieth time. Gianna's small feet were digging menacingly into his shoulders, but he had no complaints. There was no way Gianna could find out that he was looking up her skirts.
Gianna screamed, "I got one!" and a large brown coconut proceeded to fall from the sky, striking Jack squarely on the top of his head. He cried out in pain and fell, Gianna landing on top of him. Jack groaned in pain while Gianna laughed. But she fell silent as she felt something wet. Jack's chest wound had begun bleeding again through his bandage from the ship, his blood reddening the bodice of Gianna's dress. He moved to clutch at his chest, but Gianna held his hands back. He would only be making things worse.
Jack had soon fainted from the pain, to Gianna's distress. She had to act fast. She gathered some large palm fronds from the ground and gently laid Jack's body on top of them. She dragged him next to the small freshwater spring at the center of the island. When they arrived at the spring, Gianna removed Jack's blood-soaked shirt and old bandages. A nasty sight lay beneath the cotton strips. Gianna hurried tore off her own dress and ripped it into strips. The parts that were not already soaked with Jack Sparrow's blood she used to clean the wound and wrap it snugly. To her immense relief Jack fell into what was more like a peaceful sleep than a painful faint. Soon he had begun to snore softly. Gianna then took a look at her own condition. All her undergarments were now covered in Jack's blood, and her skin was slick and sticky with perspiration. With a hurried look at Jack's exhausted form, she stripped down and waded into the warm water of the spring. She began to scrub at her soiled clothes and her own tired body.
Gianna froze when she heard sloshing of water behind her. Her fears had become a reality as Jack stood, there smiling raucously. She resisted the want to turn around, look him in the eye, and tell him she loved him. Instead, she reapplied her sopping, but clean, undergarments and passed Jack on her way back to their campsite.
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Jack returned to the fire to see a wet Gianna staring into the flames, frying pieces of stark white coconut. She looked up at him and smiled warmly.
She silently offered him and large leaf with chopped up fried coconut on it. He accepted and quickly began to eat.
"How are you feeling, darling?" Gianna asked without meeting his eyes.
"Thanks to you, luv, I'm doing absolutely fine." Jack said. "That was an amazing thing you did for me today. Quite actually, betwixt you saving my life and not wearing your dress anymore, you've done me TWO favors." Here he grinned like his usual self and winked.
Gianna pushed a lock of dripping hair out of her face. "I know you would have done the same for me," she said quietly, looking into his eyes.
"Aye," Jack whispered huskily, and it seemed to Gianna, that in that one word, he had summed up every single feeling he felt for her, his love and his passion both. Suddenly they both got up quickly and ran together, meeting beside the fire. Gianna kissed Jack romantically on the mouth, as he began to untie the laces of her shift. For a few moments she let him, being so caught up in the passion of the moment. But once again she stopped Jack before things went too far, and he was left on his knees, begging her, and she retied her shift laces.
"Gianna," Jack said hoarsely, "I seriously don't think I can take this anymore. My every thought is filled with you, and I've never cared for anyone or anything as much as I care about you. If right now, I had to choose between you and my Pearl, I'd choose you."
Gianna looked at him with soft brown eyes, amazed by the extremely vulnerable position that Jack Sparrow, a swashbuckling pirate, had just put himself in. "You'd choose me?" she asked tenderly.
"In a second," Jack affirmed, and he kissed her again, this time with so much renewed love that Gianna could hardly stand it herself. That night, Gianna gave herself to her one and only love, Jack Sparrow.
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The next morning Gianna awoke in the burning sunlight, cuddled up next to Jack in the sand. She thought of what she had done last night, something that was against her principles. Something that never should have happened. But it had. She slipped from beneath Jack's arm and walked away down the beach before Jack could awake. She had disgraced herself. Jack was a womanizer, a pillager, and a buccaneer. She had surrendered her very deepest self to him after he muttered a few words about love! Wait. He had never said he loved her. He had only said that he "cared for her" and if the occasion ever did arise that he had to choose between her and his stupid Pearl, he would have taken the ship in second, leaving Gianna heartbroken and cold. At the same time yesterday Gianna Cirocco would have said she loved Jack Sparrow. Now she hated him.
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Jack got up and stretched out his arms and legs. He looked along the beach for sign of Gianna, but she was nowhere to be found. Jack felt an immense sort of satisfaction, something he had never felt after an occasion like the night before. He was now sure that he loved Gianna, and he was finally able to be happy and open with her, because the walls had come down. He was off to find her.
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Gianna saw Jack approaching him from the other side of the island. He smiled widely, but was surprised to see that she was livid with rage.
"How could you take advantage of me like that!" she screamed angrily, and came up right in Jack's face. "You disgust me and you're despicable," she snapped, in that dangerous whisper.
"Gianna, I would never take advantage of you," Jack began, but Gianna interrupted.
"You muttered a few mushy words and I fell for it. I shall never forgive myself for being so naïve," She growled. "You're naught but a ruthless pirate, and don't think I've never heard the tales. Women can't resist the allure of the sexy Jack Sparrow. A different woman every night while in port, Captain?"
"But it's not like that with you Gianna," Jack strained for the words to tell her that she was different. "I won't lie and say the stories aren't true, luv. But I think that you are the only one for me on this earth, and I can't let you go, not like this." He was begging her now, but Gianna still refused to listen.
"Mr. Sparrow, I would appreciate it greatly if you would remain on the opposite side of the island from now on." And with that, she was gone from whence she came.
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Disclaimer - I do not own the Black Pearl, Captain Jack Sparrow (wahhhh () or anything else pertaining to Pirates of the Caribbean. *Mumbles angrily, saying something about "Disney big shots".*
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The next few moments found Gianna standing on Jack's shoulders beside a palm tree, stretching to her full length to try and retrieve a couple of coconuts. Jack was wobbling, and Gianna swayed dangerously.
"Keep it steady down there, Jack!" she called nervously. "Are you sure this is the only food that can be found on this damn spit of land?"
"Luv, I searched this island up and down and all around. This is the only food." Jack replied for about the fiftieth time. Gianna's small feet were digging menacingly into his shoulders, but he had no complaints. There was no way Gianna could find out that he was looking up her skirts.
Gianna screamed, "I got one!" and a large brown coconut proceeded to fall from the sky, striking Jack squarely on the top of his head. He cried out in pain and fell, Gianna landing on top of him. Jack groaned in pain while Gianna laughed. But she fell silent as she felt something wet. Jack's chest wound had begun bleeding again through his bandage from the ship, his blood reddening the bodice of Gianna's dress. He moved to clutch at his chest, but Gianna held his hands back. He would only be making things worse.
Jack had soon fainted from the pain, to Gianna's distress. She had to act fast. She gathered some large palm fronds from the ground and gently laid Jack's body on top of them. She dragged him next to the small freshwater spring at the center of the island. When they arrived at the spring, Gianna removed Jack's blood-soaked shirt and old bandages. A nasty sight lay beneath the cotton strips. Gianna hurried tore off her own dress and ripped it into strips. The parts that were not already soaked with Jack Sparrow's blood she used to clean the wound and wrap it snugly. To her immense relief Jack fell into what was more like a peaceful sleep than a painful faint. Soon he had begun to snore softly. Gianna then took a look at her own condition. All her undergarments were now covered in Jack's blood, and her skin was slick and sticky with perspiration. With a hurried look at Jack's exhausted form, she stripped down and waded into the warm water of the spring. She began to scrub at her soiled clothes and her own tired body.
Gianna froze when she heard sloshing of water behind her. Her fears had become a reality as Jack stood, there smiling raucously. She resisted the want to turn around, look him in the eye, and tell him she loved him. Instead, she reapplied her sopping, but clean, undergarments and passed Jack on her way back to their campsite.
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Jack returned to the fire to see a wet Gianna staring into the flames, frying pieces of stark white coconut. She looked up at him and smiled warmly.
She silently offered him and large leaf with chopped up fried coconut on it. He accepted and quickly began to eat.
"How are you feeling, darling?" Gianna asked without meeting his eyes.
"Thanks to you, luv, I'm doing absolutely fine." Jack said. "That was an amazing thing you did for me today. Quite actually, betwixt you saving my life and not wearing your dress anymore, you've done me TWO favors." Here he grinned like his usual self and winked.
Gianna pushed a lock of dripping hair out of her face. "I know you would have done the same for me," she said quietly, looking into his eyes.
"Aye," Jack whispered huskily, and it seemed to Gianna, that in that one word, he had summed up every single feeling he felt for her, his love and his passion both. Suddenly they both got up quickly and ran together, meeting beside the fire. Gianna kissed Jack romantically on the mouth, as he began to untie the laces of her shift. For a few moments she let him, being so caught up in the passion of the moment. But once again she stopped Jack before things went too far, and he was left on his knees, begging her, and she retied her shift laces.
"Gianna," Jack said hoarsely, "I seriously don't think I can take this anymore. My every thought is filled with you, and I've never cared for anyone or anything as much as I care about you. If right now, I had to choose between you and my Pearl, I'd choose you."
Gianna looked at him with soft brown eyes, amazed by the extremely vulnerable position that Jack Sparrow, a swashbuckling pirate, had just put himself in. "You'd choose me?" she asked tenderly.
"In a second," Jack affirmed, and he kissed her again, this time with so much renewed love that Gianna could hardly stand it herself. That night, Gianna gave herself to her one and only love, Jack Sparrow.
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The next morning Gianna awoke in the burning sunlight, cuddled up next to Jack in the sand. She thought of what she had done last night, something that was against her principles. Something that never should have happened. But it had. She slipped from beneath Jack's arm and walked away down the beach before Jack could awake. She had disgraced herself. Jack was a womanizer, a pillager, and a buccaneer. She had surrendered her very deepest self to him after he muttered a few words about love! Wait. He had never said he loved her. He had only said that he "cared for her" and if the occasion ever did arise that he had to choose between her and his stupid Pearl, he would have taken the ship in second, leaving Gianna heartbroken and cold. At the same time yesterday Gianna Cirocco would have said she loved Jack Sparrow. Now she hated him.
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Jack got up and stretched out his arms and legs. He looked along the beach for sign of Gianna, but she was nowhere to be found. Jack felt an immense sort of satisfaction, something he had never felt after an occasion like the night before. He was now sure that he loved Gianna, and he was finally able to be happy and open with her, because the walls had come down. He was off to find her.
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Gianna saw Jack approaching him from the other side of the island. He smiled widely, but was surprised to see that she was livid with rage.
"How could you take advantage of me like that!" she screamed angrily, and came up right in Jack's face. "You disgust me and you're despicable," she snapped, in that dangerous whisper.
"Gianna, I would never take advantage of you," Jack began, but Gianna interrupted.
"You muttered a few mushy words and I fell for it. I shall never forgive myself for being so naïve," She growled. "You're naught but a ruthless pirate, and don't think I've never heard the tales. Women can't resist the allure of the sexy Jack Sparrow. A different woman every night while in port, Captain?"
"But it's not like that with you Gianna," Jack strained for the words to tell her that she was different. "I won't lie and say the stories aren't true, luv. But I think that you are the only one for me on this earth, and I can't let you go, not like this." He was begging her now, but Gianna still refused to listen.
"Mr. Sparrow, I would appreciate it greatly if you would remain on the opposite side of the island from now on." And with that, she was gone from whence she came.
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