A/N - Please review! Sorry about the last chapter guys, if you didn't like
it. Not much else to say.Except Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah or Happy
Tet or Happy Kwanzaa or Happy Ramadan etc.
Disclaimer - True, I may not own Pirates of the Caribbean, you scurvy dog, but I do own Gianna and some additional characters, argh!
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If Jack had said he was restless that night, it would have been a huge understatement. He paced continually. When darkness fell and the stars appeared he lay down to sleep, but then got back up again. He sat in front of the fire, staring at it, trying to purge all thoughts of Gianna from his mind. He got up again and walked down to the water, dipping his toes in. He fell down into the sand on his bottom and buried his face in his forearms. What had he done?
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2:00 AM found Jack Sparrow asleep half-in half-out of the ocean. This was not a pleasant way to wake up. He had had that terrible dream again, this time, clearer that ever. This time, he had seen the deep brown hair sticking out from the under the pirate's hat, had seen his slim, yet muscled frame, had seen his wicked smile. It had really scared Jack this time. He got up, intending to find Gianna, but only then remembering what had happened. This made him groan loudly and stamp his feet. He'd lost her!
Jack angrily stamped his way through the ocean down the beach, drenching his pants to the waist and cutting his feet on shells and rocks. He cared not. His life was ruined. He would probably die on this cursed island, and Gianna would, too. She hated him, and he loved her. It was usually the other way around in the case of Captain Jack Sparrow, and now he knew what Scarlet, Giselle, and all the rest felt like. As Jack opened his mouth to yell and let off some steam he clamped his jaws shut. Had he heard something? He listened hard, holding his breath and staying still as a statue. He had heard it, he was sure of it now. It sounded like a little bird, and there hadn't been many birds on this island. Jack was hungry. And where there were birds there were eggs, right? So every 3 seconds he would listen hard, then take a few steps toward the noise. He grew closer and closer until he was just behind it, crouching below a bush. He needed to use the element of surprise. He was finally here, although it had taken him the better part of an hour.
He counted to three inside his head and pounced, but instead of landing on the bird, he tripped over a larger, soft object. As he lay face down in the dirt, he heard strange squeaking, gurgling noises. He righted himself, wiped the dirt off of his face and turned around to see Gianna sitting there, her back against a tree. She had been crying very hard, Jack deducted, due to her puffy and tear-stained face. But now she was laughing and hiccupping at the same time.
"It's not FUNNY," Jack said, but inside he was smiling. She hadn't murdered him yet.
"What in hell do you think you're doing, Sparrow?" She said, surveying him.
"Well it's a funny story, actually," Jack said, "I was hearing these funny sounds, and I thought it was a bird, and I was hungry, so I. . . Oh." Jack stopped as he realized the sounds had been Gianna weeping, and that she had begun to do so again. He sat down next to her and placed his hand ever so lightly on her arm.
"Whattsamatta, luv?" he asked kindly.
"You." She said, tears pouring freely down her face and her voice breaking, "You're a womanizer, a ruthless buccaneer, a rogue." Jack winced inwardly at this merciless name calling, but remained silent.
"But I have no regrets," she finished, and began to dissolve into sobbing. Jack nodded, understanding that she spoke of their night together.
"And this distresses you so, luv?" he prodded, and Gianna nodded furiously.
Jack inched up to Gianna and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face into his chest.
"So you don't hate me, lass?" he asked, feeling a glimmer of hope in his heart.
"Of course not!" she squealed, and descended into sobbing again. But what Jack didn't hear Gianna mutter into his chest was, "I may even love you."
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Gianna fell asleep against Jack's chest that night, and at dawn he picked her up and carried her back to their campsite. He lay her down next to the ebony coals of the fire, which had died during the night. Jack went to collect some more palmwood to build up the fire. As he gazed out to sea carrying the wood back, he could have sworn that he saw sails on the horizon. But when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, they were gone.
Gianna met him half way and took an armful of wood. They were silent the whole time, for there was no need for words just then. They soon arrived back at the campsite and Jack sat by the fire, feeding the flames. They burned that same brilliant white again, and Jack was mesmerized.
"Jack!" Gianna exclaimed, snapping her fingers, "you're doing it again!"
Jack shook his had madly and broke out of his trance. He had been zoning out again.
"You know what I think it is that makes me keep doing that, Gianna?" Jack mused. "I think it's the heavy perfume given off by this Goddamned wood."
Gianna moved to stroke Jack's face but withdrew suddenly.
"Jack you are absolutely filthy with soot! To the freshwater spring!" She said commandingly.
Jack smiled slyly. "Will you be accompanying me, luv?"
"March, sailor!" Gianna bellowed, which sent Jack scurrying into the brush towards the spring.
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As Jack bathed in the warm water he muttered something about how Gianna had him wrapped around her finger. Maybe this is what love was supposed to be like? He scrubbed his face and his chest and between his toes until he was pink and clean. He slipped his gray breeches on and wrung out his dreds. Before he could start back to camp, he heard Gianna's voice.
"Jaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkk!" she called. Jack began running towards the voice as fast as he could, expecting trouble. "Jaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!" she called again. When Jack emerged onto the sand of the beach, he saw Gianna looking out to sea, nothing more.
"What is it, lass?" he asked, breathless from sprinting.
"Jack, there's something you should see here." She said, motioning for him to stand next to her without removing her eyes from the ocean.
"Do you see the ship?" she asked softly, her hand still resting on Jack's arm. Jack squinted hard, and could just barely make out sails on the horizon. He must have been right when he thought he saw them before.
Suddenly Gianna gasped.
"Her sails are coal black!"
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Disclaimer - True, I may not own Pirates of the Caribbean, you scurvy dog, but I do own Gianna and some additional characters, argh!
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If Jack had said he was restless that night, it would have been a huge understatement. He paced continually. When darkness fell and the stars appeared he lay down to sleep, but then got back up again. He sat in front of the fire, staring at it, trying to purge all thoughts of Gianna from his mind. He got up again and walked down to the water, dipping his toes in. He fell down into the sand on his bottom and buried his face in his forearms. What had he done?
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2:00 AM found Jack Sparrow asleep half-in half-out of the ocean. This was not a pleasant way to wake up. He had had that terrible dream again, this time, clearer that ever. This time, he had seen the deep brown hair sticking out from the under the pirate's hat, had seen his slim, yet muscled frame, had seen his wicked smile. It had really scared Jack this time. He got up, intending to find Gianna, but only then remembering what had happened. This made him groan loudly and stamp his feet. He'd lost her!
Jack angrily stamped his way through the ocean down the beach, drenching his pants to the waist and cutting his feet on shells and rocks. He cared not. His life was ruined. He would probably die on this cursed island, and Gianna would, too. She hated him, and he loved her. It was usually the other way around in the case of Captain Jack Sparrow, and now he knew what Scarlet, Giselle, and all the rest felt like. As Jack opened his mouth to yell and let off some steam he clamped his jaws shut. Had he heard something? He listened hard, holding his breath and staying still as a statue. He had heard it, he was sure of it now. It sounded like a little bird, and there hadn't been many birds on this island. Jack was hungry. And where there were birds there were eggs, right? So every 3 seconds he would listen hard, then take a few steps toward the noise. He grew closer and closer until he was just behind it, crouching below a bush. He needed to use the element of surprise. He was finally here, although it had taken him the better part of an hour.
He counted to three inside his head and pounced, but instead of landing on the bird, he tripped over a larger, soft object. As he lay face down in the dirt, he heard strange squeaking, gurgling noises. He righted himself, wiped the dirt off of his face and turned around to see Gianna sitting there, her back against a tree. She had been crying very hard, Jack deducted, due to her puffy and tear-stained face. But now she was laughing and hiccupping at the same time.
"It's not FUNNY," Jack said, but inside he was smiling. She hadn't murdered him yet.
"What in hell do you think you're doing, Sparrow?" She said, surveying him.
"Well it's a funny story, actually," Jack said, "I was hearing these funny sounds, and I thought it was a bird, and I was hungry, so I. . . Oh." Jack stopped as he realized the sounds had been Gianna weeping, and that she had begun to do so again. He sat down next to her and placed his hand ever so lightly on her arm.
"Whattsamatta, luv?" he asked kindly.
"You." She said, tears pouring freely down her face and her voice breaking, "You're a womanizer, a ruthless buccaneer, a rogue." Jack winced inwardly at this merciless name calling, but remained silent.
"But I have no regrets," she finished, and began to dissolve into sobbing. Jack nodded, understanding that she spoke of their night together.
"And this distresses you so, luv?" he prodded, and Gianna nodded furiously.
Jack inched up to Gianna and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face into his chest.
"So you don't hate me, lass?" he asked, feeling a glimmer of hope in his heart.
"Of course not!" she squealed, and descended into sobbing again. But what Jack didn't hear Gianna mutter into his chest was, "I may even love you."
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Gianna fell asleep against Jack's chest that night, and at dawn he picked her up and carried her back to their campsite. He lay her down next to the ebony coals of the fire, which had died during the night. Jack went to collect some more palmwood to build up the fire. As he gazed out to sea carrying the wood back, he could have sworn that he saw sails on the horizon. But when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, they were gone.
Gianna met him half way and took an armful of wood. They were silent the whole time, for there was no need for words just then. They soon arrived back at the campsite and Jack sat by the fire, feeding the flames. They burned that same brilliant white again, and Jack was mesmerized.
"Jack!" Gianna exclaimed, snapping her fingers, "you're doing it again!"
Jack shook his had madly and broke out of his trance. He had been zoning out again.
"You know what I think it is that makes me keep doing that, Gianna?" Jack mused. "I think it's the heavy perfume given off by this Goddamned wood."
Gianna moved to stroke Jack's face but withdrew suddenly.
"Jack you are absolutely filthy with soot! To the freshwater spring!" She said commandingly.
Jack smiled slyly. "Will you be accompanying me, luv?"
"March, sailor!" Gianna bellowed, which sent Jack scurrying into the brush towards the spring.
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As Jack bathed in the warm water he muttered something about how Gianna had him wrapped around her finger. Maybe this is what love was supposed to be like? He scrubbed his face and his chest and between his toes until he was pink and clean. He slipped his gray breeches on and wrung out his dreds. Before he could start back to camp, he heard Gianna's voice.
"Jaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkk!" she called. Jack began running towards the voice as fast as he could, expecting trouble. "Jaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk!" she called again. When Jack emerged onto the sand of the beach, he saw Gianna looking out to sea, nothing more.
"What is it, lass?" he asked, breathless from sprinting.
"Jack, there's something you should see here." She said, motioning for him to stand next to her without removing her eyes from the ocean.
"Do you see the ship?" she asked softly, her hand still resting on Jack's arm. Jack squinted hard, and could just barely make out sails on the horizon. He must have been right when he thought he saw them before.
Suddenly Gianna gasped.
"Her sails are coal black!"
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