Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I'm over whelmed with homework once again. Expect the next chapter around Sunday evening.
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Last Time:
***"You? Kill me?"
Tommy frowned, "That's what got to me, Captain. You think your invincible- but if I do this," he snapped his sword and cut his shoulder and Jack winced. "You bleed. Yer not invincible no matter what you think…"
***"Junior!"
"Dad, its Jack."
***He got what he deserved, he thought.
"Happy birthday, Jules." He said quietly.
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Will finally came out of his cabin when Gibbs had started snoring, still not able to block the snoring out of his head because there was still so much going on in his head. He didn't want to talk it over with himself; he needed a real live person to talk to. He was hoping for Jack, but when he saw Julie- he knew she would do.
"Hi." He said, walking up to her. She turned around from her current position. She was sitting on the deck, her legs dangling over the side of the ship, where there was an opening instead of the railing. She smiled, "Hi Will."
"I'm sure you're glad to be going home…" he said, not sure how he was going to get to what he was wanting to talk about.
She nodded, "Yea…"
He looked at her, she didn't sound that enthusiastic, "Do you want to leave?"
She turned and looked at him, trying to get more emotion onto her face, "Oh yea! I don't enjoy getting seasick or being around men who smell like fish…believe it or not." She paused and looked back out onto the ocean, "And getting away from Jack will be a relief too…"
He nodded, "That's for sure?"
She looked at him, "You want to leave?"
He shook his head, "I want to talk to him though…when we were in the bar…he…he risked his life for mine."
"Hasn't he done that before?" she asked, "I mean from what you explained from his…journey in Port Royal and on the Isle of De Muerta, he saved your life…right?"
Oh, by all means, kill the whelp.
"I guess he did."
"Then why is this such a big shock?"
He shrugged, "Jack doesn't seem like the kind of person to give up his life…does he?"
She paused, looking out onto the ocean once more, "No, no he doesn't."
"Exactly."
"But why should it unsettle you? Shouldn't you be happy that even though he doesn't seem like the kind of person to risk his life for a friend…he did?"
Will paused, letting the comment soak in. That's true. Maybe it unsettles me because he did. Because he hasn't done that before but now he did…he did it without any trick or lies…without being devious or sly…He just did it freely… He looked at Julie, "Thanks. That helped."
She smiled and nodded. He soon got up and left to bed. She sighed and looked at the hatch that was only a few feet away.
****
Well at least my arm doesn't hurt anymore
That's because you can't feel your arm.
So? If I can't feel it, then I can't feel the hurt.
I thought you weren't going to get this drunk again.
I can hold my bloody liquor!
You're right- usually in your hand. But when you drink more than five bottles…you usually start to lose it.
Oh what do you know? Jack rolled his head on its side and sighed. Why was he so gloomy all of the sudden?
Maybe it has something to do with what your dad said.
Jack snorted a little, just thinking about what had been said. That was what had gotten him into this huge mess. His dad had gotten into his head in ways that Julie did also. She broke up the marriage! He kept thinking over and over. How was he supposed to find someone and hold onto them for the rest of his life? That's when he went and stole Ana's rum…and Roberts'.
The ship was anchored down, Jack hoping then Julie could get a good night's sleep since she so badly needed it. His father was in Jack's bed, sound asleep and then on the floor next to it, was a little bed that Jack had made for himself but had never gotten to that.
He stopped moving when he heard footsteps coming down. He wanted to lift his head from the table, but couldn't. Blast this rum. It's probably Will again…boy I'll get it now.
"Jack Sparrow!" Jack's eyes popped open, knowing that voice and the tone of the voice sent shivers down his back. This was worse than he thought.
"Quiet woman! You'll wake the whole blasted crew!" he said, still not lifting his head.
But when she made it down the stairs and Jack caught the look she had in her eyes, he knew she didn't care about the crew or their sleeping habits. He swallowed, wishing he wasn't drunk. "Something wrong with your head?"
"Uh…" she was coming closer. "I uh…it's throbbing."
"Throbbing? From what I wonder?"
He laughed nervously, "It's a mystery."
She reached the table and bent down, "It must be…" but then straightened up and grabbed his ear and yanked his head up. He yowled in pain and tried to get out of the grip she had as she pulled him to his feet. "You're lucky I didn't give up looking for your ear in that mass of hair you have on your head- because then I would've just gone for the hair."
"Jules…" he said but didn't get far before his knees buckled underneath him. She barely caught him before he hit the ground. She snorted, "How much do you weigh?"
"You know, I could ask the same thing about you."
She frowned and dropped him. He landed and frowned up at her, "You know, I should've expected that."
"Why were you drinking?"
"Is that why you came down here?"
"No! I actually came down here ready to kiss you, you drunkard! But as soon as I opened that hatch door I could smell the rum."
"Kiss?"
"Drunk!" she spat at him.
"Where's the love, Jules? 'Cause I'm not feelin' it."
"Jack Sparrow! Tell me why you were drinking!"
"No!" he growled.
"Tell me!"
He barked at her and she paused, a little surprised. She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "Resorted to barking now, eh?"
"B."
She rolled her eyes, "You're a stubborn idiot."
"Hey! I come from a long line of stubborn idiots!"
She rolled her eyes.
He looked up at her, "Why do you want to know?"
She looked down at him, a frown still on her face, "Because…I hate it when you drink."
"I never drank around you."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
"No, I didn't…"
"Yea, yea you did- I thought I could ignore it…and for the most part I did."
"It's nothing."
"What is?"
"Why I'm drinking."
"Is that why you're drunk? I know your alcohol tolerance level buddy."
"I didn't know you still cared." He said sarcastically.
"I could say the same thing."
He didn't respond. She kept quiet too, but never left her spot. He hesitated before saying, "Why did you want to kiss me?"
She eyed him and then looked away, "I talked to Will about something that happened on the island. What you did was very…noble."
He beamed, "Noble?"
She smirked, "Yes. I didn't hear all the details, but from what I heard, you saved his life without hesitation."
He snorted, It sure seemed like a million years of hesitation…but it only must've been a minute or so. "You know, when Will saved me life in Port Royal…and the Commodore questioned him he said…oh blast…something like, 'if all I have achieved is that the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear.' I remember thinking that he was willing to give up his life for a pirate. But I soon pushed it out of my head and got out of there as soon as I could."
She stared at him, "He said that for you?"
Jack nodded.
She sighed and looked away, "Well drunk or not- that was a wonderful thing to do Jack." She sighed again and started to walk away.
"Where ye goin'?"
"Bed. I'm tired."
"No kiss?"
"No kiss."
He frowned, "How am I gunna get up?"
She shrugged. "But if I find you down here tomorrow morning, I'll put you to bed."
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Julie was right. She was dead tired. Being kidnapped usually does that to a person. But as she lay in bed, listening to the waves that she could hear through her door and the rhythmic breathing of Ana Maria who was only a few feet away, she couldn't get herself to fall sleep. It's ironic that for the first time that I'm not throwing up and all these peaceful things are around me…I can't fall asleep.
And she knew the reason. Along with the waves and Ana's breathing the thing that kept her awake was Jack's voice in her head. A mixture of pictures ran through her head of the past and the present.
I will be here.
I'm leaving Jules.
Did that your tooth on the ground yours or mine?
Do you want to go get something to eat in the galley?
She slapped her forehead. She couldn't let these thoughts rule her. Not here, not now. She had to last the rest of the trip before she broke down. Before she gave in to Jack.
She sighed, It's hard. It's hard seeing him everyday and not running into his arms and kissing him.
No kiss?
No! No. No. I can't set myself up for the hurt again. I can't have him leave me again. I can't go through the process of mourning, then hoping, then mourning again and then finally giving up and get used to the thought that I was intentionally abandoned. I sobered up and I'm not going to ruin it all just because he bats his eyes.
I will be here.
What was that supposed to mean anyways? When he gave that to me…was he trying to reassure me I would come out okay? That I wouldn't be harmed? Well he kept that promise. But what about our marriage? Doesn't he realize how hurt I was when I realized that he wasn't coming back? Surely a pirate has more morals than leaving their wives! There must be something somewhere that says they need to be with their wives…
She sighed. Why was she thinking about it? It was only making her depressed and mad. She sighed, rolled over in her cot and tried to get some sleep. Little did she know that as she was being kept awake by him, he was drunk because of her.
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Jack sighed and looked out his window. The sun was just now coming up. He had surprised himself that he actually got himself to his cabin about an hour after Julie had left. Had crawled the whole way and undoubtly made a lot of noise doing such thing, but no one was apparently woken by him. Not even his father. Jack was so tired from the crawling, the drinking and jus the day that he didn't even get to his made bed on the floor- he just shut his door with his foot and fell asleep in the middle of the floor.
He had thought a lot about what his father had said about finding love and staying with it. And even though he was drunk- he made sense out of it in his head. Surprising enough he had linked it to a memory of his mom from a long time ago. And now, as he was in his made bed and looking out his windows- with a huge headache, he thought about the memory.
"Hey Wonderful. Get outta my kitchen." Jack looked at his mother.
"Mom…can I talk to you? It won't be long…I promise."
She smiled at him and drew her attention away from the rolls she was in the process of making. "Of course, tell me about it Wonderful."
"Mom…dad just said that I need to start acting like a man…he said I need to refer girls my age as 'Ms.'."
She smiled knowingly, "You mean Julie Davis?"
Jack looked down and then faced his mom and nodded.
She broke out into a beautiful wide grin- "Jack you know your father is right."
"No I don't. I think it's stupid."
"You want to keep calling her Jules don't you?"
He nodded.
"Jack…you're getting older. And sooner or later you'll be able to call her 'Jules' again but for now- you need to call her Ms. Davis."
"But why? We've known each other all our lives! She's only fifteen."
"Yes, but you're sixteen."
He sighed, "Mom…what do you mean that I'll be able to call her Jules again? It'll probably be when we're eighty."
She smirked and shook her head, "No…within the next fifteen years you'll call her Jules again."
"Why?"
She just stood there and looked at him, "You're a smart man, figure it out."
When Jack left the kitchen he remembered her calling him a 'man'. That seemed strange. His own mother calling him a man and then his father calling him one earlier. This whole growing up thing was just too strange to think about. He walked to the door and said to the butler, "Tell dad I'm going to Ju-…Ms. Davis'."
Jack remembered that day as a day that he actually grew. He matured a little from the little talk from his mom and then he knew that his mother had in her head that Jack and Julie were going to get married.
Well are you happy now? We were married. Jack paused and thought about what Julie had said. "No…No. We are married. We're married. I'm her husband and she's my wench…well wife." Jack sighed. But how was he going to convince Julie about that?
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Author Thanks:
Emma436: WOAH! That was a bloody long review! Just for that, I'll give you a Stuffed Jack Sparrow Doll. *author whistles and throws doll in the air and you catch him* Thanks so much! Yes, the LOTR line is kinda funny when put into a POTC story. Uhm yea…thanks for the review mate.
PED-Sarah: YAY! You're back. Hmmm yes- Gwen and Jules do have similar…personalities? Yes. But I find it hard to keep a difference…Jules does have a temper though. Gwen really didn't.
Piper8188: Yes! Okay- I'm glad you noticed the dad thing because I thought the same then after I re-read it…which was unfortunately after I posted. But yes- I'll try to fix that, because he's not all too fond of his dad. But Jack does show him…respect because their both men now and he's his dad…
