By, Xorion
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Summery: The hunt is on for the Jewel of Legends, finding it is a matter of honor for pirates and royal alike. However, the Map has fallen into the hands of the most unlikely person imaginable. And what happens when she is picked up by The Black Pearl? Will be Jack/OC
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I didn't think it would be this popular! I'm trying to update but I'm really busy now that schools started.
Chapter Six: ReflectionsJack Sparrow looked at a map. It was very much like the other couple dozen maps he had looked at that morning, though made by a different person.
"Bloody stubborn English damsels." He hissed under his breath and tossed the map back into his pile.
"Looking at maps again?" Will asked walking over.
Jack scowled.
"And how long as it been so far today?
"Couple hours." Jack snapped not appreciating Will's sudden curiosity.
"You need to find yourself a girl mate."
"Very funny." Jack gave Will and exaggerated smile. It was at this moment the captain's stomach gave a rumble.
"Where is that lass? It's almost noon and breakfast hasn't been served yet!" Jack complained.
Will blinked. "If you're referring to Charlotte-"
"No, I'm referring to our other cook." Jack sneered.
Will ignored the captains interruption. "Then she has already served breakfast. In fact she was even thoughtful enough to serve it to Elizabeth and I in bed."
"That would be because her cabin is right next to yours and knows what you two were doing all night!" Jack grumbled.
Will blushed and had the decency to look abashed. Really he didn't want to do anything to contribute to his friends foul mood. He was beginning to realize that Elizabeth's plan to get Charlotte and Jack together was going to be a tad hard.
Jack's mind suddenly realized that breakfast was served and he, the captain, was excluded, probably on purpose.
"How is it that breakfast was served and I did not get any?" Jack yelled in the direction of the galley.
The captains mood would have plummeted further if he could see Charlotte's smirk. It dropped enough as it was with the next action Charlotte took.
"What the-" Exclaimed the captain as an apple narrowly missed hitting him on the head. Only with his swift reflexives was he able to catch it before it hit the ground.
"Bon Appetite." Laughter drifted out from the kitchen.
Will could barley stifle his laugh at Jacks outlandish expression- a mixture of indignation and shock.
"The thanks I get." Jack grumbled taking a large bite out of the apple. "She'd of drowned if it wasn't for me."
"Maybe she would have preferred that fate." A new voice cut into their conversation.
Jack spun around and fixed an eye on Elizabeth, a very puzzled eye.
"You have to see it from her position. Your ship was attacked by pirates, killing everyone you ever cared about. You barley escape, spend hours upon hours sitting with a fever in the dark and cold, only to be picked up by more pirates whose insolent Captain decides to keep you a slave on his ship until you tell him something you don't even know!" Exclaimed Elizabeth. "So tell me Captain Sparrow, which fate would you prefer?"
"Elizabeth darling, you paint a grisly picture, but there's one thing you don't have right." Said Jack clasping his hand together. "She knows something about that map and not only does she know something but she knows that I know that she knows something."
"Is treasure the only thing that matters to you?"
Jack spread his arms. "Pirate." He reminded her.
Elizabeth sighed, frustrated.
"Oh, and by the way, I thought you two kids might want to know we be heading to a port to… get some supplies, savvy?" Jack gave them one last irritating smile before throwing the apple core overboard and heading toward the galley.
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Charlotte laughed to herself as she did the dishes. It's really not so bad, she reflected, looking at the image of herself in the soapy water. Dear Captain Sparrow was so fun to get back at, even if it was just little things like not giving him breakfast.
Of course he did retaliate by giving her the task of mending clothes. Fortunately, she was used to doing tasks like these from her time as a maid. In fact, she didn't even have as many duties on the ship as she did with her Lady.
It's really not so bad. She could overlook the negative aspects of her new position, like wearing pants (Dreadfully improper though!), working for pirates (God have mercy!), and knowing the Captain would stop at nothing to get the map (I will not surrender it!).
Her angry from last had completely abated, and she had made up her mind to make the best of her current situation. The horrible incident on the White Tiger seemed to have happened a lifetime ago, when, in reality, it was only three days ago.
Losing her Lady was hard, but, it was not so hard to accept it. After her parents died, she hadn't stopped crying for days. Charlotte took a deep breath. She was stronger now, and more importantly she was a survivor.
Finishing the dishes, Charlotte hefted the bag with the clothes which needed to be mended. Walking on deck, she spotted Gibbs, who waved her over. She greeted Anamaria then settled down next to Gibbs. Picking up a ripped shirt she listened to Gibbs, who decided to share Jack Sparrow's adventures with her.
It's really not so bad.
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Jack sighed woefully as he shut the door to his cabin. He had a lot to think about. Serious things they were, no fun at all. And what a surprise, they all traced back to the three women he had on board.
It's back luck having a woman on board Jack. Especially three of them!
Gibbs had bestowed these words of wisdom on Jack when Charlotte was first picked up. Jack had responded just as Gibbs knew he would, it would be far worse not to however.
Jack threw himself in a chair grumpily.
Elizabeth was his first bane. He and her were like water and oil. Strong willed that one was. Lovely lass though, couldn't have been happier for her and Will. He smiled to himself. No doubt who controlled that relationship. She was a sharp one, he could vividly remember her burning the rum as a smoke signal. He would never admit it to her, but Elizabeth did have a point about Charlotte. Fates a fickle mistress and Charlotte seemed to have fallen out of her grace.
Charlotte.
His second bane. There was something about that lass that got to him. Fate favored him at times and it was more than coincidence that led him to that lass, just floating there, waiting to be found.
Jack poured himself a drink, then poured it out the window once he realized it was the same wine he and Charlotte had the night before.
Charlotte.
Jack stared at his reflection in the glass. He knew she was lying. He could read her like a book. Sure it wasn't very honorable to manipulate such a sweet lass… Jack's conscience gave a twinge but he ignored it. His plan was already in motion with no obstacle in sight. Once Charlotte gave up the location map, Will and Elizabeth could be dropped off at Port Royal leaving him with…
Anamaria.
Jack's smile became rueful. That lass had more fire then the sun and more guts then any man on his crew. He had borrowed that dingy she called a boat, but really did have every intention of returning it. Then it sank. Then he promised to get her another boat. Then that one exploded and sank. But Captain Jack Sparrow is a man of his word.
Most of the treasure from the Isla de Muerta went to the British Royal Navy to compensate for the Interceptor. But some did go to the crew, enough to make them happy for the next few years. With his share he, secretly, bought a boat for Anamaria. It was a decent size but easily operated by one man, or woman.
He was going to miss Anamaria.
Replacing the glass, Jack wondered if William was up for a little sparring.
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Anamaria leaned on the railing of the Pearl and stared at her reflection in the choppy waves. As much as she loved being on the Pearl, it was Jack's ship, not hers. She spent her nights lying awake in bed thinking about how lovely it would be to have a boat of her own again.
Her last boat hadn't been much, but it was something to call her own. And that sad excuse for a man stole it!
She smiled to Charlotte as she passed with her dutiful nod and 'Miss. Anamaria.'
She liked that girl. Hadn't let Jack get to her yet. She knew what Jack was doing to the girl as soon as she heard they were sailing into port to 'get supplies.'
He was going to tempt her with a little freedom, make her want it. She would grow tired of working on the boat like a slave. Then she'd crack.
Not that Anamaria had anything going after the jewel, but it was nice to see Jack get unlucky for once. Someone up there loved him. Even losing the Pearl had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Not that she was religious or anything.
A laugh drew her attention. Charlotte was sitting next to Gibbs who was no doubt regaling her with tales of Jack's adventures. Charlotte was mending clothes, a task that Jack had assigned to her after her breakfast stunt in the morning.
She tried to warn Charlotte. "A bit of advice- cross him and find out yerself that he don't play fair." Anamaria sighed. The girl wouldn't know what hit her.
Her resolve strengthened. Not if she had something to do with it. Watch out Jack.
Anamaria turned away from the rail to find Elizabeth, that lass would most definitely help. She turned just in time to see Elizabeth disappear into the door below the stairs.
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Elizabeth huffed as she finally entered the solitude of her room. Jack went too far this time. Holding an innocent girl captive. It reminded her eerily of her time as Barbossa's prisoner.
She saw her reflection in the corner of her eye and turned to face the mirror. Her tawny hair fell in thick waves past her shoulders and her golden eyes sparkled. Despite certain, recent events, Elizabeth had to admit the past year was easily the best one of her life.
In the weeks that had followed their adventure with Captain Barbossa she, Will and Jack had been busy dealing with all the consequences of their actions. There was also much dispute over the distribution of the treasure. Commodore Norrington and he father felt it should be used to help repair Port Royal and compensate for the loss of the Interceptor. In the end, after countless quarrels, most of it was given to the British Royal Navy. The rest was given to the crew members of the Black Pearl, much to Norringtion and her father's chagrin.
Then, six months after Jack's escape from Port Royal she became Mrs. Turner. Elizabeth felt a headache coming on just thinking about the mess that was their wedding. Of course Jack had felt he ought to make an appearance and then Anamaria, Gibbs and the rest of the crew decided to tag along. And they decided to bring rum.
Elizabeth's eyes flicked down to the beautiful ring on her finger. But when the ceremony finally commenced and she saw Will waiting for her at the alter, none of it matted. When Will slipped the ring onto her finger, and his love for her shone in his eyes, she was the happiest woman in the world. And she wanted Charlotte to feel that way too. And, God help her, she also felt Jack deserved to find someone special because no matter what he said, a ship is not the only thing you need.
Elizabeth returned to attention back to the present. As she admired her reflection, she fancied that she was positively glowing. But the spell was broken when a wave of nausea hit her and luckily, managed to stumble to the window before her breakfast made a reappearance.
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A/n- Well here it is, finally. How was it? Be honest.