A/N - Hope you guys liked the last chapter and will like this one as well.
Please review and thank you so much to those who already have.
~Lady Cyann~
Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any other stuff about POtC. . . uh, well, I'm running out of creative disclaimers. . .
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Gianna looked Jack over with a practiced eye. His only major wound was that on his temple, and judging by his manner, he would recover.
The battle raged on outside their place of cover, and Jack had fallen asleep. So Gianna gently took his sword and plunged into the fight. She cut down several pirates, catching them unawares. She heard Alan Berry from the Vesuvius screaming, "Prepare to board!" And with a deafening roar the pirates fought their way onto the decks of the Black Pearl.
The battle lasted for two more hours, until the decks ran red with blood. Bodies lay everywhere, some dead, others wounded. Gianna and her old crew forced the remaining pirates into a corner, and they surrendered.
With the chorus of huzzahs, Jack awoke and stumbled out of his hiding spot and onto the deck. Gianna stopped him and ran over just as he fell. She caught him, but still the pair crashed to the ground, Gianna pinned underneath. At that moment the two started laughing so hard and so loud that the rest of the crew halted their huzzahs just to look at them. Gianna and Jack laughed in happiness and relief. They had both made it out alive.
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That night Jack and Gianna were to stay aboard the Black Pearl in the captain's quarters. Jack waited for Gianna at the door while she locked the remaining enemy pirates in the brig. The pirates from the Vesuvius returned to the Vesuvius, further arrangements to be made at dawn's break.
As Jack saw Gianna heading his way, he opened the door a crack. Gianna stood next to him and smiled, her face warm and aglow in the light of the lantern.
"So this was your room?" She asked teasingly.
"Aye," Jack said, but what she didn't hear was the end of his sentence, "Where the magic happens," and chuckling.
Gianna strained to unbutton the back of her dress. She grunted in exasperation.
Jack leaned in, "Here, luv, let me help you with that." And with a gentle hand no one would have guessed he had, he neatly unclasped every last button. Gianna muttered her thanks.
"Now Jack, I'm tired so I think I'm just going to hit the hay," Gianna said, yawning loudly. But Jack didn't answer. He was busy tip-toeing on every other floorboard.
"What are you doing?" Gianna asked, yawning again. He found the one he was looking for, and smashed the heel of his boot on it. One end flew up, revealing a small chamber. Gianna's mouth grew wide as Jack stuck the length of his arm into the hole. Such a large secret chamber for a tiny room!
Jack pulled out two sea-green bottles of an amber-colored liquid. Rum, of course. Go figure. Jack held up a bottle of rum in acknowledgment of Gianna. She took it and said, "Hey, I'm never the type to turn down a drink!"
Jack downed about a fourth of the bottle in a minute, and Gianna did the same. She pulled herself out of bed, wearing her ankle-length, long sleeve jerkin undergarments. She walked over to Jack and kissed him warmly on the lips. She pulled away, only to have Jack's rough hands cup her chin again. They both pulled away after long minutes, taking deep ragged breaths. Over the next quarter of an hour, they had both drank the remainder of the rum, and were sitting on the floor, Gianna in Jack's lap.
"I don't think," Jack said tipsily, "That there's anywhere else I'd rather be right now." Gianna smiled and hiccupped, sending the pair into rolling laughter.
"Seriously though," Jack continued, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, "I'm here with my love," Even drunk, Gianna got excited. Would Jack finally say he loved her?
"The Pearl," Jack continued, and Gianna cursed under her breath.
"And you, Gianna darling," he finished; lifting his rum bottle to his lips, only to realize that it was empty. He swayed a lost the bottle. It rolled across the floorboards and smacked into the door.
"Hey it didn't break," Jack mused, amazed at such a simple turn of events. As he sat pondering why the glass hadn't shattered, Gianna had gotten up angrily and slipped under the sheets. She covered her head with the blanket as hot, angry, drunken tears wet her face. She guessed all Jack was capable of loving was his Pearl and his rum.
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Gianna woke with the dawn as usual, rubbing her eyes and yawning crazily. She felt awful, like someone had been beating her over the head with a sledgehammer. She felt a warm presence beside her, and smiled grimly to see a snoring Jack on her right. She was still depressed that he probably didn't love her, and it showed in all of her actions. "Curse his lovely face and body," Gianna grumbled. Her face burnt a hot red as she saw him smile with his eyes still closed.
"Beauty is a curse, it's true luv," He said slyly. He opened his eyes and cursed shamelessly as Gianna opened the shades and the room filled with blinding sunlight. He rubbed his head, which must have been aching as well, and stood up. He walked over to Gianna and embraced her intimately. She pressed her face against Jack's chest.
"You take my breath away," Jack sang as he rocked her back and forth, which managed to ease Gianna's headache slightly. His voice wasn't exactly bad, after all. Gianna pulled herself from Jack and looked up at him. She barely reached his chin, and she smiled upward. She did love this man.
"I've never met anyone like you before, Gianna Cirocco," Jack said, more serious than he had ever been.
Gianna laughed melodically, watching as Jack teased a bit of her hair with her fingers.
"Is that a compliment, or is it a curse, Jack Sparrow?" She asked mock skeptically. He surveyed her, foggily wondering if she was serious or not. In answer to his unspoken question, she kissed him hard on the mouth, and he wrapped his arms around her in a fit of passion. They stood there in each other's arms until the opening of the chamber doors disturbed them. Quartermaster Alan Berry stepped through the entryway, and cursed, covering his eyes.
Gianna broke the kiss and looked at Berry, her arms still around Jack's waist. Jack laughed heartily, leaving his hands around Gianna as well.
"What do you want, man?" Gianna asked impatiently when her old quartermaster refused to speak.
"We're just about ready to sort out the situation, my lady, Mr. Sparrow," he addressed them, still never looking away from the floor. Jack, still amused, was the first to respond.
"Aye, sir. We'll be up when we're finished," he said. Quartermaster Berry, traumatized and quite possibly scarred for life, shot from the room with no gracefulness.
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Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any other stuff about POtC. . . uh, well, I'm running out of creative disclaimers. . .
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Gianna looked Jack over with a practiced eye. His only major wound was that on his temple, and judging by his manner, he would recover.
The battle raged on outside their place of cover, and Jack had fallen asleep. So Gianna gently took his sword and plunged into the fight. She cut down several pirates, catching them unawares. She heard Alan Berry from the Vesuvius screaming, "Prepare to board!" And with a deafening roar the pirates fought their way onto the decks of the Black Pearl.
The battle lasted for two more hours, until the decks ran red with blood. Bodies lay everywhere, some dead, others wounded. Gianna and her old crew forced the remaining pirates into a corner, and they surrendered.
With the chorus of huzzahs, Jack awoke and stumbled out of his hiding spot and onto the deck. Gianna stopped him and ran over just as he fell. She caught him, but still the pair crashed to the ground, Gianna pinned underneath. At that moment the two started laughing so hard and so loud that the rest of the crew halted their huzzahs just to look at them. Gianna and Jack laughed in happiness and relief. They had both made it out alive.
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That night Jack and Gianna were to stay aboard the Black Pearl in the captain's quarters. Jack waited for Gianna at the door while she locked the remaining enemy pirates in the brig. The pirates from the Vesuvius returned to the Vesuvius, further arrangements to be made at dawn's break.
As Jack saw Gianna heading his way, he opened the door a crack. Gianna stood next to him and smiled, her face warm and aglow in the light of the lantern.
"So this was your room?" She asked teasingly.
"Aye," Jack said, but what she didn't hear was the end of his sentence, "Where the magic happens," and chuckling.
Gianna strained to unbutton the back of her dress. She grunted in exasperation.
Jack leaned in, "Here, luv, let me help you with that." And with a gentle hand no one would have guessed he had, he neatly unclasped every last button. Gianna muttered her thanks.
"Now Jack, I'm tired so I think I'm just going to hit the hay," Gianna said, yawning loudly. But Jack didn't answer. He was busy tip-toeing on every other floorboard.
"What are you doing?" Gianna asked, yawning again. He found the one he was looking for, and smashed the heel of his boot on it. One end flew up, revealing a small chamber. Gianna's mouth grew wide as Jack stuck the length of his arm into the hole. Such a large secret chamber for a tiny room!
Jack pulled out two sea-green bottles of an amber-colored liquid. Rum, of course. Go figure. Jack held up a bottle of rum in acknowledgment of Gianna. She took it and said, "Hey, I'm never the type to turn down a drink!"
Jack downed about a fourth of the bottle in a minute, and Gianna did the same. She pulled herself out of bed, wearing her ankle-length, long sleeve jerkin undergarments. She walked over to Jack and kissed him warmly on the lips. She pulled away, only to have Jack's rough hands cup her chin again. They both pulled away after long minutes, taking deep ragged breaths. Over the next quarter of an hour, they had both drank the remainder of the rum, and were sitting on the floor, Gianna in Jack's lap.
"I don't think," Jack said tipsily, "That there's anywhere else I'd rather be right now." Gianna smiled and hiccupped, sending the pair into rolling laughter.
"Seriously though," Jack continued, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, "I'm here with my love," Even drunk, Gianna got excited. Would Jack finally say he loved her?
"The Pearl," Jack continued, and Gianna cursed under her breath.
"And you, Gianna darling," he finished; lifting his rum bottle to his lips, only to realize that it was empty. He swayed a lost the bottle. It rolled across the floorboards and smacked into the door.
"Hey it didn't break," Jack mused, amazed at such a simple turn of events. As he sat pondering why the glass hadn't shattered, Gianna had gotten up angrily and slipped under the sheets. She covered her head with the blanket as hot, angry, drunken tears wet her face. She guessed all Jack was capable of loving was his Pearl and his rum.
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Gianna woke with the dawn as usual, rubbing her eyes and yawning crazily. She felt awful, like someone had been beating her over the head with a sledgehammer. She felt a warm presence beside her, and smiled grimly to see a snoring Jack on her right. She was still depressed that he probably didn't love her, and it showed in all of her actions. "Curse his lovely face and body," Gianna grumbled. Her face burnt a hot red as she saw him smile with his eyes still closed.
"Beauty is a curse, it's true luv," He said slyly. He opened his eyes and cursed shamelessly as Gianna opened the shades and the room filled with blinding sunlight. He rubbed his head, which must have been aching as well, and stood up. He walked over to Gianna and embraced her intimately. She pressed her face against Jack's chest.
"You take my breath away," Jack sang as he rocked her back and forth, which managed to ease Gianna's headache slightly. His voice wasn't exactly bad, after all. Gianna pulled herself from Jack and looked up at him. She barely reached his chin, and she smiled upward. She did love this man.
"I've never met anyone like you before, Gianna Cirocco," Jack said, more serious than he had ever been.
Gianna laughed melodically, watching as Jack teased a bit of her hair with her fingers.
"Is that a compliment, or is it a curse, Jack Sparrow?" She asked mock skeptically. He surveyed her, foggily wondering if she was serious or not. In answer to his unspoken question, she kissed him hard on the mouth, and he wrapped his arms around her in a fit of passion. They stood there in each other's arms until the opening of the chamber doors disturbed them. Quartermaster Alan Berry stepped through the entryway, and cursed, covering his eyes.
Gianna broke the kiss and looked at Berry, her arms still around Jack's waist. Jack laughed heartily, leaving his hands around Gianna as well.
"What do you want, man?" Gianna asked impatiently when her old quartermaster refused to speak.
"We're just about ready to sort out the situation, my lady, Mr. Sparrow," he addressed them, still never looking away from the floor. Jack, still amused, was the first to respond.
"Aye, sir. We'll be up when we're finished," he said. Quartermaster Berry, traumatized and quite possibly scarred for life, shot from the room with no gracefulness.
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