[A/N: Here we go! The last installment of False Identity! I hope you
like it!]
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Jack Sparrow, or any of the other POTC characters for that matter.
Michelle watched the back of the Expeditious until it disappeared on the horizon. Her tears had finally stopped flowing, and her eyes were red from the crying. She had grown close to Will and Elizabeth and knew this was the best thing for them, but it still hurt to see them go. They were like family to her. It was silly, but she thought that all of them would be together on the Black Pearl forever. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to see Jack looking down at her. She turned towards him and put her arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms protectively around her and pulled her close. She buried her head into his chest and breathed in the salty smell of his clothes. No matter what, Jack seemed to always make her feel better. She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes and said, "Thank you for coming back for me."
He kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered, "I'll always come back for you."
He turned around to face the crew and said, "Great job back there! Such fine work deserves a celebration, aye?"
This was followed by yells of agreement from the crew. Michelle shook her head. Jack used every little excuse possible to have a drinking party. He probably would have a party if she told him that she tidied her room earlier. But she didn't think the crew minded much.
The crew had dropped anchor and taken out the tables and the last of the rum well before sunset. At the news that they had no more rum, Jack turned a little pale and looked longingly at the barrels. He weakly said, "Well," he swallowed before continuing, "we'll drink it all now," he said slowly. The thought of having no rum was terrible, but the idea of mutiny was worse. He knew what an unhappy crew could do to a captain.
Michelle could see Jack wasn't looking good so she quickly thought of an idea. "We can get some more in Tortuga, can't we captain? We're not far from there."
Jack brightened up after this statement. "Aye. If we turn around tomorrow morning, we'll be there by nightfall. Thanks luv." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
After the rum problem was solved, the festivities began. The air was filled with laughing, betting, and the smell of rum. Michelle decided to give the rum a try, and found that after the first sip, it wasn't that bad. She started playing cards with the men and listened to the stories they were telling. They were all about action, adventure, women, or rum, and sometimes all four of them at once. She laughed along with them and took a swig from her rum tankard. But she found that she had drunken it all. 'That's strange. I don't remember drinking it all. I'll have to go get some more.' She stood up and made her way towards the barrel of rum, zigzagging her way to it because she couldn't seem to walk in a straight line. She finally got there and got herself another cup full. She took a drink out of it and downed half of it there. She walked back to her table and had soon drunk the rest of her once-full tankard. She got back up and started to make her way over to the rum barrel again. Once she had gotten some more, she started walking back to her table but fell right into someone's lap, spilling her rum. She looked up into a pair of kohl-lined eyes. "Hello Captain Jack," she said, slurring the words. "Are you having a fun time?"
"It's been wonderful luv," he replied, the smell of rum wafting from his mouth. Michelle took another gulp from her rum tankard and found there was no more in it. She held the tankard over her head and looked into it. "Jack, I seem to have run out of rum." She started laughing hysterically. "Run and rum! That rhymes!" They both started laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. He finished off his tankard and said, "Seems I've run out too. Let's go get some."
They walked back over to the barrel, helping each other balance. They got some more and leaned on the side of the ship. "You know Jack, rum isn't as bad as I thought. I wonder why I've never had any before."
"I know luv, it's the best stuff in the whole world," he said while swinging his arms into the air, causing him to spill rum on the deck and into the water. Michelle looked up and saw how close she was to Jack. "Well, one of the best," she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. She felt his tongue run over her bottom lip and opened her mouth. She was met with the taste of rum in her mouth, and she liked it. She started to explore his mouth when he broke them apart and said, "Why don't we continue this in a more. private area?" he asked with a wink. Before Michelle could think, she replied, "Alright." Jack took her hand in his and led her through the crowd to his room. Once he closed the door they started to kiss again. He put his hand on the middle of her back and started to suck on her neck. She breathed in from shock, but found she liked it and started to play with the beads in his hair. She felt his hands move up her back and make their way to the front of her dress where they rested on her chest, not unlike how they did in Tortuga last night. Was it only a day? It seemed like forever to Michelle. So much had happened since then. But instead of like last time, she didn't jump away from him. He started to undo the laces on her dress and lead her towards his bed. Her dress fell to the floor in a heap. She started to take of his shirt as he dropped her onto the bed. Michelle hadn't done anything like this before, but if there was one person she'd want to do it with, it would be Captain Jack Sparrow.
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The first thing Michelle noticed when she woke up was her pounding headache. The second was that she was in Jack's bedroom. The third was that she was naked. She started to rub her forehead and tried to think of what happened last night. It was a little hazy, but she remembered drinking some rum, and then kissing Jack. Suddenly the whole night's events hit her. She had spent the night with Jack. But instead of feeling dread or anger, she felt happy for some reason. Shouldn't she feel violated or tricked? But she didn't. Instead she felt all warm inside. It was then that she realized why. She was in love with Jack. She looked over and saw that he wasn't next to her. She glanced at the table in front of bed and saw her clothes neatly folded on top of it. 'That was thoughtful of him,' she thought. She quickly got dressed and went on deck.
She looked around and saw Jack at the wheel. She couldn't help but smile. She loved him. It had to be the best feeling in the world. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Hey," she whispered into his ear.
"'Ello luv." He brought her around so that her back was against the wheel and lightly kissed her on the lips. "Sleep well?"
"Mmm hmm," she replied, kissing him back.
"Good, because you've slept through more than half the day."
"What?" she yelled in alarm. She looked at the sun and saw it was past midday. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You just looked so peaceful," he replied with a smile on his lips.
"When are we going to be in Tortuga?"
"We're making great time, the wind is in our favor. You can actually start to see it," he replied pointing at a spot behind her head. "That's great," she replied not looking. "Look Jack, I need to talk to you. In private."
Jack felt a little discouraged at this piece of news. Hopefully a slap wasn't in his near future. "Sure luv. Just give me a second. I'll meet you in me cabin."
Michelle walked down and sat down on the bed, feeling really nervous. A couple of seconds later, Jack walked in and sat next to her, putting his arm around her waist. "So what is it ye wanted to talk about luv?"
"Jack, I don't know how to say this but. let me start by saying last night was great." This caused him to smile. Michelle continued, "And it made me see that I. well. it made me see that I love you Jack," she finished. She looked up at Jack.
Jack had been expecting a lot of things, but this wasn't one that was on his list. Love? No one had ever told him that they loved him. It had kind of put him in a state of shock. He saw Michelle was looking at him expectantly. He couldn't say he loved her, because that would mean there was a relationship between them, which means commitment. He was the worst at commitments. And besides, he didn't know if he loved her. Even if he did, in his state of shock he couldn't seem to work is vocal cords. Michelle's face dropped a little and she said, "Well?"
"Well?" Jack finally said. "Well." he tried to think of something good that would not require the use of the L word. "Well. I enjoy yer company."
That was definitely not the answer that she was looking for. "You enjoy my company," she repeated slowly. Tears started to well up in her eyes. "Don't you love me too Jack?"
He tried to think of something that wouldn't bring the tears out of her eyes. "Well I do love to kiss you." He regretted the words once he said them.
"You love to kiss me!" she yelled with rage in her voice as the tears started to chase each other down her cheeks. "You mean all you think about me is that I'm good in bed?"
"That's not what I meant -"
"That's exactly what you meant! I should've known that you only thought of me as one of your whores. I should've known you weren't capable of loving anyone but yourself or your rum!" With that she ran out of his cabin and into her room, locking the door behind her. The sun had started to set, making the little bit of light in her room pink. She ran over to her bed and buried her head in her pillow, letting the tears flow freely. How could she have let her feelings get the better of her? She knew Jack was with a new woman each day, but she had thought that he had felt differently with her. But she was wrong. To him she was just another woman to screw. She felt the boat slowing down, which meant they were going to drop anchor soon. She sat up and wiped the tears and snot off her face with her already damp pillow. She heard footsteps coming down the hall and a knock at her door. Jack's voice came through the wood. "Luv, we've docked at Tortuga, if yeh want t' get off the ship."
"Just go away," she replied, her teeth clenched.
"Look, luv, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, it's just -"
"I said go away!" she yelled, cutting him off.
She heard his steps recede down the passage. The nerve of him, trying to make things better! She fumed about it for a half an hour thinking all these horrible things about him. But after the steam wore off, she felt sad. He had seemed really sorry when he was outside her room. And a lot of guys were intimidated by saying they love someone. She felt a pang of guilt inside her. "Damn you Jack," she muttered under her breath. "Why did you have to go and make me fall in love with you?" She walked out of her room and made her way towards his cabin. The ship was empty except for two men who were drinking some rum out of bottles. She made her way into Jack's cabin and sat at the end of his bed, waiting for his return. But the minutes passed, and Jack still hadn't returned. Michelle was getting very impatient. She decided she was going to go find him. She got up and made her way into Tortuga.
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"Hey Christina," Michelle said as she walked into the familiar pub.
"Hey," Christina replied, giving her a hug. "I was hoping you would show up once I saw your captain come in."
"Jack! He's here?" she asked, looking around the packed bar.
"Yea. He's in the back."
In the back. Michelle knew what that meant. The back was where all the whores took their clients. She started breathing hard and ran towards the back of the bar. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. She thought she heard Christina yell her name, but she didn't turn around to look. She reached the hall that lead to the rooms and opened the first door. No one was in there. She tried the second door. There was a man with a woman in there, but it wasn't Jack. She went out, not bothering to close the door or say sorry, and opened the door to the third room. The first thing she noticed was a hat lying on a table next to the door. It was Jack's hat. She looked over at the bed and saw the woman had her dress all the way off and Jack only had his pants on, but by the looks of it they wouldn't be on in a minute either.
"Jack," she whispered. They had turned around at the noise of the door opening and were looking right at her. Jack looked a little pale, but the woman just said, "Get your own room," but Michelle hadn't stuck around to hear her. She ran through the packed bar, tears streaming out of her eyes. Christina came over to see her, but she just shoved her off. She ran all the way to the Black Pearl and ran into her room once again. She flung herself on her bed and cried her heart out. How could he do this to her? She continued to sob until her eyes had no more tears left to cry. She wiped her face and sat there staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, she heard uneven footsteps coming her way. She turned on her side and faked sleep. Her door creaked open. Michelle's nose was met with the smell of rum. It was Jack. He stood there for a couple of seconds and left when he was convinced that she was sleeping. Once she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, she sat up. She couldn't stay here anymore. It was obvious that Jack didn't love her, and she didn't want to stick around and get her heart broken over and over again. But where would she go? She couldn't go back to Tortuga. She was sick of that place; all it had ever given her was heartbreak. And it was a great possibility that she would run into Jack. She couldn't have that. What she needed was a place that Jack would never go. Suddenly, she heard Will's voice going through her head, "If you're ever in Port Royal, come visit us." Of course! Why didn't she think of it sooner? Jack was forbidden to go there, and Will and Elizabeth were living there. They would help her find a place to live and a job. Now she needed a way to get there. There was probably a boat setting off for there in the harbor. She had enough money; she could buy a ticket on. She searched under her bed and found a carpetbag. She then proceeded to put her clothes and jewelry into it. Once she was done packing everything, she went to her door and peeked out. No one was in the hall. She made her way down and made sure no one was on deck. She saw a heap on the ground, which could only be a crew member that had passed out from drinking too much. She made her way to the gangplank, which would take her on to the dock, but stopped and turned around towards Jack's cabin. She opened the door slowly and saw his sleeping form on the bed. She made her way to his bed and looked down at him. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, saying "Goodbye Captain Jack Sparrow." She heard him murmur something about "really bad eggs" before she turned around and left.
On the dock, she saw a ship with some men standing by it, probably pirates. She walked over to the most sober looking one and asked, "Where are you heading?"
"T' Port Grand, miss," he replied. He was no more than fourteen years old, which would explain why he wasn't too drunk.
"Will you be passing Port Royal on your way there?"
He thought about it and replied, "Aye." His eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"I need to get to Port Royal, and I was wondering if I could get a ride from you guys. I will pay for it of course."
He looked at her, and finally decided, "Alright. We set off tomorrow morn at sunrise."
"Thank you," she said. She made her way off the dock and into a bar that had a window facing the docks. She sat there waiting for sunrise to come, when she would finally leave this town. There wasn't that many men around because most had either passed out or were being busied with pleasurable company, so she wasn't disturbed. When sunrise finally came, she made her way to the ship. She went up and talked with the captain, who agreed to give her a lift to Port Royal after she had paid him. They set off, and Michelle looked over at the Black Pearl. She didn't cry when she saw it go. The whole experience from yesterday seemed to turn her heart hard. She didn't feel sorry for Jack anymore; it was more like a cold hatred. She was only comforted by the fact that she would be with people who cared for her soon, and that she would be ridden of Jack for now on. She turned around and looked towards the horizon. What lay in front of her had to be better than what she had left behind.
[A/N: The end! I know it was sad, but I'm going to write a sequel. And I'll post it later today, so hopefully you read this first! I don't know what it's going to be called, but I'll call it False Identity 2 until I think of a title, and for your guys' convenience (if you decide to read it, which I hope you do!) Thank you to all who have reviewed me, it always made my day better to see I had reviews in my inbox, and I hope you continue reading about Michelle!
~divinething~]
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Jack Sparrow, or any of the other POTC characters for that matter.
Michelle watched the back of the Expeditious until it disappeared on the horizon. Her tears had finally stopped flowing, and her eyes were red from the crying. She had grown close to Will and Elizabeth and knew this was the best thing for them, but it still hurt to see them go. They were like family to her. It was silly, but she thought that all of them would be together on the Black Pearl forever. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to see Jack looking down at her. She turned towards him and put her arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms protectively around her and pulled her close. She buried her head into his chest and breathed in the salty smell of his clothes. No matter what, Jack seemed to always make her feel better. She looked up into his chocolate brown eyes and said, "Thank you for coming back for me."
He kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered, "I'll always come back for you."
He turned around to face the crew and said, "Great job back there! Such fine work deserves a celebration, aye?"
This was followed by yells of agreement from the crew. Michelle shook her head. Jack used every little excuse possible to have a drinking party. He probably would have a party if she told him that she tidied her room earlier. But she didn't think the crew minded much.
The crew had dropped anchor and taken out the tables and the last of the rum well before sunset. At the news that they had no more rum, Jack turned a little pale and looked longingly at the barrels. He weakly said, "Well," he swallowed before continuing, "we'll drink it all now," he said slowly. The thought of having no rum was terrible, but the idea of mutiny was worse. He knew what an unhappy crew could do to a captain.
Michelle could see Jack wasn't looking good so she quickly thought of an idea. "We can get some more in Tortuga, can't we captain? We're not far from there."
Jack brightened up after this statement. "Aye. If we turn around tomorrow morning, we'll be there by nightfall. Thanks luv." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
After the rum problem was solved, the festivities began. The air was filled with laughing, betting, and the smell of rum. Michelle decided to give the rum a try, and found that after the first sip, it wasn't that bad. She started playing cards with the men and listened to the stories they were telling. They were all about action, adventure, women, or rum, and sometimes all four of them at once. She laughed along with them and took a swig from her rum tankard. But she found that she had drunken it all. 'That's strange. I don't remember drinking it all. I'll have to go get some more.' She stood up and made her way towards the barrel of rum, zigzagging her way to it because she couldn't seem to walk in a straight line. She finally got there and got herself another cup full. She took a drink out of it and downed half of it there. She walked back to her table and had soon drunk the rest of her once-full tankard. She got back up and started to make her way over to the rum barrel again. Once she had gotten some more, she started walking back to her table but fell right into someone's lap, spilling her rum. She looked up into a pair of kohl-lined eyes. "Hello Captain Jack," she said, slurring the words. "Are you having a fun time?"
"It's been wonderful luv," he replied, the smell of rum wafting from his mouth. Michelle took another gulp from her rum tankard and found there was no more in it. She held the tankard over her head and looked into it. "Jack, I seem to have run out of rum." She started laughing hysterically. "Run and rum! That rhymes!" They both started laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. He finished off his tankard and said, "Seems I've run out too. Let's go get some."
They walked back over to the barrel, helping each other balance. They got some more and leaned on the side of the ship. "You know Jack, rum isn't as bad as I thought. I wonder why I've never had any before."
"I know luv, it's the best stuff in the whole world," he said while swinging his arms into the air, causing him to spill rum on the deck and into the water. Michelle looked up and saw how close she was to Jack. "Well, one of the best," she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. She felt his tongue run over her bottom lip and opened her mouth. She was met with the taste of rum in her mouth, and she liked it. She started to explore his mouth when he broke them apart and said, "Why don't we continue this in a more. private area?" he asked with a wink. Before Michelle could think, she replied, "Alright." Jack took her hand in his and led her through the crowd to his room. Once he closed the door they started to kiss again. He put his hand on the middle of her back and started to suck on her neck. She breathed in from shock, but found she liked it and started to play with the beads in his hair. She felt his hands move up her back and make their way to the front of her dress where they rested on her chest, not unlike how they did in Tortuga last night. Was it only a day? It seemed like forever to Michelle. So much had happened since then. But instead of like last time, she didn't jump away from him. He started to undo the laces on her dress and lead her towards his bed. Her dress fell to the floor in a heap. She started to take of his shirt as he dropped her onto the bed. Michelle hadn't done anything like this before, but if there was one person she'd want to do it with, it would be Captain Jack Sparrow.
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The first thing Michelle noticed when she woke up was her pounding headache. The second was that she was in Jack's bedroom. The third was that she was naked. She started to rub her forehead and tried to think of what happened last night. It was a little hazy, but she remembered drinking some rum, and then kissing Jack. Suddenly the whole night's events hit her. She had spent the night with Jack. But instead of feeling dread or anger, she felt happy for some reason. Shouldn't she feel violated or tricked? But she didn't. Instead she felt all warm inside. It was then that she realized why. She was in love with Jack. She looked over and saw that he wasn't next to her. She glanced at the table in front of bed and saw her clothes neatly folded on top of it. 'That was thoughtful of him,' she thought. She quickly got dressed and went on deck.
She looked around and saw Jack at the wheel. She couldn't help but smile. She loved him. It had to be the best feeling in the world. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Hey," she whispered into his ear.
"'Ello luv." He brought her around so that her back was against the wheel and lightly kissed her on the lips. "Sleep well?"
"Mmm hmm," she replied, kissing him back.
"Good, because you've slept through more than half the day."
"What?" she yelled in alarm. She looked at the sun and saw it was past midday. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You just looked so peaceful," he replied with a smile on his lips.
"When are we going to be in Tortuga?"
"We're making great time, the wind is in our favor. You can actually start to see it," he replied pointing at a spot behind her head. "That's great," she replied not looking. "Look Jack, I need to talk to you. In private."
Jack felt a little discouraged at this piece of news. Hopefully a slap wasn't in his near future. "Sure luv. Just give me a second. I'll meet you in me cabin."
Michelle walked down and sat down on the bed, feeling really nervous. A couple of seconds later, Jack walked in and sat next to her, putting his arm around her waist. "So what is it ye wanted to talk about luv?"
"Jack, I don't know how to say this but. let me start by saying last night was great." This caused him to smile. Michelle continued, "And it made me see that I. well. it made me see that I love you Jack," she finished. She looked up at Jack.
Jack had been expecting a lot of things, but this wasn't one that was on his list. Love? No one had ever told him that they loved him. It had kind of put him in a state of shock. He saw Michelle was looking at him expectantly. He couldn't say he loved her, because that would mean there was a relationship between them, which means commitment. He was the worst at commitments. And besides, he didn't know if he loved her. Even if he did, in his state of shock he couldn't seem to work is vocal cords. Michelle's face dropped a little and she said, "Well?"
"Well?" Jack finally said. "Well." he tried to think of something good that would not require the use of the L word. "Well. I enjoy yer company."
That was definitely not the answer that she was looking for. "You enjoy my company," she repeated slowly. Tears started to well up in her eyes. "Don't you love me too Jack?"
He tried to think of something that wouldn't bring the tears out of her eyes. "Well I do love to kiss you." He regretted the words once he said them.
"You love to kiss me!" she yelled with rage in her voice as the tears started to chase each other down her cheeks. "You mean all you think about me is that I'm good in bed?"
"That's not what I meant -"
"That's exactly what you meant! I should've known that you only thought of me as one of your whores. I should've known you weren't capable of loving anyone but yourself or your rum!" With that she ran out of his cabin and into her room, locking the door behind her. The sun had started to set, making the little bit of light in her room pink. She ran over to her bed and buried her head in her pillow, letting the tears flow freely. How could she have let her feelings get the better of her? She knew Jack was with a new woman each day, but she had thought that he had felt differently with her. But she was wrong. To him she was just another woman to screw. She felt the boat slowing down, which meant they were going to drop anchor soon. She sat up and wiped the tears and snot off her face with her already damp pillow. She heard footsteps coming down the hall and a knock at her door. Jack's voice came through the wood. "Luv, we've docked at Tortuga, if yeh want t' get off the ship."
"Just go away," she replied, her teeth clenched.
"Look, luv, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, it's just -"
"I said go away!" she yelled, cutting him off.
She heard his steps recede down the passage. The nerve of him, trying to make things better! She fumed about it for a half an hour thinking all these horrible things about him. But after the steam wore off, she felt sad. He had seemed really sorry when he was outside her room. And a lot of guys were intimidated by saying they love someone. She felt a pang of guilt inside her. "Damn you Jack," she muttered under her breath. "Why did you have to go and make me fall in love with you?" She walked out of her room and made her way towards his cabin. The ship was empty except for two men who were drinking some rum out of bottles. She made her way into Jack's cabin and sat at the end of his bed, waiting for his return. But the minutes passed, and Jack still hadn't returned. Michelle was getting very impatient. She decided she was going to go find him. She got up and made her way into Tortuga.
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"Hey Christina," Michelle said as she walked into the familiar pub.
"Hey," Christina replied, giving her a hug. "I was hoping you would show up once I saw your captain come in."
"Jack! He's here?" she asked, looking around the packed bar.
"Yea. He's in the back."
In the back. Michelle knew what that meant. The back was where all the whores took their clients. She started breathing hard and ran towards the back of the bar. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. She thought she heard Christina yell her name, but she didn't turn around to look. She reached the hall that lead to the rooms and opened the first door. No one was in there. She tried the second door. There was a man with a woman in there, but it wasn't Jack. She went out, not bothering to close the door or say sorry, and opened the door to the third room. The first thing she noticed was a hat lying on a table next to the door. It was Jack's hat. She looked over at the bed and saw the woman had her dress all the way off and Jack only had his pants on, but by the looks of it they wouldn't be on in a minute either.
"Jack," she whispered. They had turned around at the noise of the door opening and were looking right at her. Jack looked a little pale, but the woman just said, "Get your own room," but Michelle hadn't stuck around to hear her. She ran through the packed bar, tears streaming out of her eyes. Christina came over to see her, but she just shoved her off. She ran all the way to the Black Pearl and ran into her room once again. She flung herself on her bed and cried her heart out. How could he do this to her? She continued to sob until her eyes had no more tears left to cry. She wiped her face and sat there staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, she heard uneven footsteps coming her way. She turned on her side and faked sleep. Her door creaked open. Michelle's nose was met with the smell of rum. It was Jack. He stood there for a couple of seconds and left when he was convinced that she was sleeping. Once she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, she sat up. She couldn't stay here anymore. It was obvious that Jack didn't love her, and she didn't want to stick around and get her heart broken over and over again. But where would she go? She couldn't go back to Tortuga. She was sick of that place; all it had ever given her was heartbreak. And it was a great possibility that she would run into Jack. She couldn't have that. What she needed was a place that Jack would never go. Suddenly, she heard Will's voice going through her head, "If you're ever in Port Royal, come visit us." Of course! Why didn't she think of it sooner? Jack was forbidden to go there, and Will and Elizabeth were living there. They would help her find a place to live and a job. Now she needed a way to get there. There was probably a boat setting off for there in the harbor. She had enough money; she could buy a ticket on. She searched under her bed and found a carpetbag. She then proceeded to put her clothes and jewelry into it. Once she was done packing everything, she went to her door and peeked out. No one was in the hall. She made her way down and made sure no one was on deck. She saw a heap on the ground, which could only be a crew member that had passed out from drinking too much. She made her way to the gangplank, which would take her on to the dock, but stopped and turned around towards Jack's cabin. She opened the door slowly and saw his sleeping form on the bed. She made her way to his bed and looked down at him. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, saying "Goodbye Captain Jack Sparrow." She heard him murmur something about "really bad eggs" before she turned around and left.
On the dock, she saw a ship with some men standing by it, probably pirates. She walked over to the most sober looking one and asked, "Where are you heading?"
"T' Port Grand, miss," he replied. He was no more than fourteen years old, which would explain why he wasn't too drunk.
"Will you be passing Port Royal on your way there?"
He thought about it and replied, "Aye." His eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"I need to get to Port Royal, and I was wondering if I could get a ride from you guys. I will pay for it of course."
He looked at her, and finally decided, "Alright. We set off tomorrow morn at sunrise."
"Thank you," she said. She made her way off the dock and into a bar that had a window facing the docks. She sat there waiting for sunrise to come, when she would finally leave this town. There wasn't that many men around because most had either passed out or were being busied with pleasurable company, so she wasn't disturbed. When sunrise finally came, she made her way to the ship. She went up and talked with the captain, who agreed to give her a lift to Port Royal after she had paid him. They set off, and Michelle looked over at the Black Pearl. She didn't cry when she saw it go. The whole experience from yesterday seemed to turn her heart hard. She didn't feel sorry for Jack anymore; it was more like a cold hatred. She was only comforted by the fact that she would be with people who cared for her soon, and that she would be ridden of Jack for now on. She turned around and looked towards the horizon. What lay in front of her had to be better than what she had left behind.
[A/N: The end! I know it was sad, but I'm going to write a sequel. And I'll post it later today, so hopefully you read this first! I don't know what it's going to be called, but I'll call it False Identity 2 until I think of a title, and for your guys' convenience (if you decide to read it, which I hope you do!) Thank you to all who have reviewed me, it always made my day better to see I had reviews in my inbox, and I hope you continue reading about Michelle!
~divinething~]
