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Jack staggered into the room, wincing as he sat on the foot of the bed, causing the blood to fall freely down his chest as his wound reopened. Jen lurched forward, concerned. She yanked off his shirt and bunched it up, beginning to blot the blood. Jack grinned.
"Odd. Yer sister and you share a common interest in taking off my shirt." Jack said with a grin. Jen glared up at him.
"Don't start on me, Jack Sparrow. It was you who didn't come back to me until last minute! And if you think for one minute I understood," She was cut off as Jack leaned forward and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes and kissed back, until he broke it.
"All right. Go ahead, luv. In English." Jack teased with a grin.
"I still have no idea what you meant about knowing how to reach you!" Jen blurted out. Jack threw back his head and laughed.
"That's it? I thought it was worse, like maybe you were in love with Swann! Anyway, didn't you listen when I told you the story of tha' necklace I gave you? I told you how my mother touched it when she was dying and I knew to come home. Somehow, that necklace always calls me back when it's holder's in need of me. I thought you understood that." Jack said with a frown. Jen's hands flew to her necklace.
"And it called you back?" She asked.
"Exactly."
"Oh." Jen said, biting her lip thoughtfully. "Explains a lot." She took one look at Jack's face, where he was trying his best not to laugh. "Stop laughing!" Jen said crossly.
"I'm not." He said with a grin.
"You look like you're going to." She accused. He tried again to control his lips from quirking into a smile.
"Can't help it luv." He answered honestly. Jen looked away, arms folded over her chest in anger. Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed him. His hand flew up to the back of her head, threading through her hair. A sharp wave of pain coursed through Jen as Jack accidentally touched the bump on top of her head. Jen leapt backwards, holding onto her head and yelping.
"Ow! Ow ow owowowowow! Look what you did!" She yelped. Jack grabbed her hands away in concern.
"Sorry luv." He bent her head forward and prodded gently around the bump.
"Bloody Will." Jack grumbled.
"What?" Jen asked.
"Don't you remember?"
"Uh...no."
"That's right. He knocked you out with the candle."
"With the WHAT?" Jen shrieked. Jack grimaced.
"Eh...why don't I just give you the condensed version? All right, so I knew I had ta come back. So I did. But I didn't know when the wedding was. So I followed Will, hid in the bushes, grabbed him, asked him a few questions. Next thing I know, we're at the church! By this time, I was a little thirsty, coulda' used some rum." Jack mentioned thoughtfully. "Oh yes, right the story. All in good time luv. So anyway, Will told me to wait till I heard 'speak now or forever hold yer peace.' So we waited a bit. And stupid bloody Will kept going 'Wait for it....wait for it...' Then I heard the priest asking stupid bloody Governor Swann if he wanted you as a wife. So I ran inside, and Will, to avoid difficulties, bopped you over the head with a candle. Stupid boys got back aim. You fell, scraping your cheek on the alter. If that place is so safe, why are the corners of the alter so sharp?" Jack wondered aloud. Jen raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to finish.
"Take yer time luv. I'm tellin' the story, savvy? Right, so Will carries you off to the Black Pearl but yer father decided that I was well...a bit of a threat to Swann. So out comes the sword, and ta. We fight. I got the best of him in the end a' course,"
"YOU KILLED MY FATHER?!" Jen gasped.
"Not killed, knocked unconscious." Jack corrected. Jen rolled her eyes.
"So anyway, then I was turning to leave but Governor Swann challenged me. That's where I got this lovely souvenir." Jack informed Jen grimly, motioning to the rather large cut.
"But....you're good at sword fighting...and....Governor Swann is so....old!" Jen blurted out. Jack grimaced.
"Still got some fight in 'im. Anyway, he gave me this lovely scratch, I knocked him out and Elizabeth, well, she was a little angry with me for knocking out her father but came with me to the Pearl to find Will and you."
"And no one did anything about your cut?" Jen asked in distress. "How did you even get to the Pearl without dying from lack of blood?" Jen asked.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, luv. Remember that." With that said, he gave Jen another kiss before the door opened. Gibbs stared imperiously down upon the two.
"Jack, it's time to go." Jack turned suddenly somber.
"All right. It's time. Let's go." Jack said soberly, taking Jen's hand and pulling her up off the bed. They headed up the stairs.
"What do you mean it's time to go?" Jen protested.
"I mean it's time to go!" Jack said with distinct annunciation. Jen's jaw dropped. They were standing in front of the plank. As in, 'walk the plank.'
"All aboard!" Jack said, offering Jen his hand.
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Jack staggered into the room, wincing as he sat on the foot of the bed, causing the blood to fall freely down his chest as his wound reopened. Jen lurched forward, concerned. She yanked off his shirt and bunched it up, beginning to blot the blood. Jack grinned.
"Odd. Yer sister and you share a common interest in taking off my shirt." Jack said with a grin. Jen glared up at him.
"Don't start on me, Jack Sparrow. It was you who didn't come back to me until last minute! And if you think for one minute I understood," She was cut off as Jack leaned forward and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes and kissed back, until he broke it.
"All right. Go ahead, luv. In English." Jack teased with a grin.
"I still have no idea what you meant about knowing how to reach you!" Jen blurted out. Jack threw back his head and laughed.
"That's it? I thought it was worse, like maybe you were in love with Swann! Anyway, didn't you listen when I told you the story of tha' necklace I gave you? I told you how my mother touched it when she was dying and I knew to come home. Somehow, that necklace always calls me back when it's holder's in need of me. I thought you understood that." Jack said with a frown. Jen's hands flew to her necklace.
"And it called you back?" She asked.
"Exactly."
"Oh." Jen said, biting her lip thoughtfully. "Explains a lot." She took one look at Jack's face, where he was trying his best not to laugh. "Stop laughing!" Jen said crossly.
"I'm not." He said with a grin.
"You look like you're going to." She accused. He tried again to control his lips from quirking into a smile.
"Can't help it luv." He answered honestly. Jen looked away, arms folded over her chest in anger. Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed him. His hand flew up to the back of her head, threading through her hair. A sharp wave of pain coursed through Jen as Jack accidentally touched the bump on top of her head. Jen leapt backwards, holding onto her head and yelping.
"Ow! Ow ow owowowowow! Look what you did!" She yelped. Jack grabbed her hands away in concern.
"Sorry luv." He bent her head forward and prodded gently around the bump.
"Bloody Will." Jack grumbled.
"What?" Jen asked.
"Don't you remember?"
"Uh...no."
"That's right. He knocked you out with the candle."
"With the WHAT?" Jen shrieked. Jack grimaced.
"Eh...why don't I just give you the condensed version? All right, so I knew I had ta come back. So I did. But I didn't know when the wedding was. So I followed Will, hid in the bushes, grabbed him, asked him a few questions. Next thing I know, we're at the church! By this time, I was a little thirsty, coulda' used some rum." Jack mentioned thoughtfully. "Oh yes, right the story. All in good time luv. So anyway, Will told me to wait till I heard 'speak now or forever hold yer peace.' So we waited a bit. And stupid bloody Will kept going 'Wait for it....wait for it...' Then I heard the priest asking stupid bloody Governor Swann if he wanted you as a wife. So I ran inside, and Will, to avoid difficulties, bopped you over the head with a candle. Stupid boys got back aim. You fell, scraping your cheek on the alter. If that place is so safe, why are the corners of the alter so sharp?" Jack wondered aloud. Jen raised an eyebrow, encouraging him to finish.
"Take yer time luv. I'm tellin' the story, savvy? Right, so Will carries you off to the Black Pearl but yer father decided that I was well...a bit of a threat to Swann. So out comes the sword, and ta. We fight. I got the best of him in the end a' course,"
"YOU KILLED MY FATHER?!" Jen gasped.
"Not killed, knocked unconscious." Jack corrected. Jen rolled her eyes.
"So anyway, then I was turning to leave but Governor Swann challenged me. That's where I got this lovely souvenir." Jack informed Jen grimly, motioning to the rather large cut.
"But....you're good at sword fighting...and....Governor Swann is so....old!" Jen blurted out. Jack grimaced.
"Still got some fight in 'im. Anyway, he gave me this lovely scratch, I knocked him out and Elizabeth, well, she was a little angry with me for knocking out her father but came with me to the Pearl to find Will and you."
"And no one did anything about your cut?" Jen asked in distress. "How did you even get to the Pearl without dying from lack of blood?" Jen asked.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, luv. Remember that." With that said, he gave Jen another kiss before the door opened. Gibbs stared imperiously down upon the two.
"Jack, it's time to go." Jack turned suddenly somber.
"All right. It's time. Let's go." Jack said soberly, taking Jen's hand and pulling her up off the bed. They headed up the stairs.
"What do you mean it's time to go?" Jen protested.
"I mean it's time to go!" Jack said with distinct annunciation. Jen's jaw dropped. They were standing in front of the plank. As in, 'walk the plank.'
"All aboard!" Jack said, offering Jen his hand.
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