Only the Truth
Author's Note: Brace yourselves
Chapter 16
Jack cried quietly on your shoulder. You were crying too. How could you not? All of the closest people to him had been slaughtered. You didn't want to think about it. Jack and you cried together for what seemed like hours until people started showing up at the docks. Of course, the captain has a reputation to hold. He pulled out of your embrace.
"We can't let her be caught" you knew he meant the Pearl. He wiped his eyes, smearing kohl all over his face. You nodded.
"But how?" you asked. Indeed, how. Jack wasn't about to go up and start steering the ship out of the bay. But this man never failed to impress you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up onto the deck. He kicked off the gangplank, and then he sailed the ship out of the bay, and hid it in a cove a long ways away from the docks of Port Royal, safe from prying eyes. Then he closed his eyes and walked into what you thought was the Captain's Quarters. He opened the door, looked inside, entered, and closed the door. You didn't know what to do, since you hadn't left the spot you had arrived from. You looked straightforward and didn't let your eyes trail down to the floor. After what again seemed like hours, you walked to the door of the room Jack had entered and knocked. Somewhere inside you heard something break and you slowly entered the room.
"Leave" was all you heard.
"Yes" you answered. You didn't want to leave him here in this position. And, although you didn't want to admit it, someone has to clean up the bodies outside. Jack was hiding behind the veil of his bed. You pulled it to the side, like a curtain. Jack wasn't wearing any clothes. You gasped as you saw blood dripping from both his wrists, a bloody dagger next to him, staining the white sheets.
"Jack no!" you screamed, tears pouring down your eyes. "How could you do this to yourself?" There was something you could do. If he had vengeance on whoever did this, you promised yourself then he could die. How were you word this? "Jack, you can't die yet. You have a reason to live" you said. Then he turned to you.
"And what reason may that be? My crew is slaughtered, dead, gone. All the people in the world who I knew I could trust are gone! Maybe its you! Ever since you've come around the whole world's become a bloody mess! You are a demon!" You stopped crying and realization came to you.
"Jack, if you had any common sense you would seek out who did this to you and kill them. An eye for an eye, an arm for an arm." Then you turned and left the Pearl, without looking back, leaving Jack in a dying state among the dead.
You didn't know where to go. You couldn't go to Elizabeth's, too many questions. You didn't have anywhere else to go. You retraced the steps that Jack had lead you what seemed like many years ago and came to the clearing with the mystical bushes. There you cried yourself to sleep. Somewhere you heard a roar of thunder.
Hours Later...
You woke up wet, for it was raining. You didn't want to leave where you were, but pretty soon you knew that the ground would turn into mud. You stood, your dress already muddy. The events of the recent passed through your head. Was Jack dead? Would you ever get rid of this curse? Tears started up in your eyes as the rain poured down more. Soaking wet, you climbed into a tree that had a dry shelter. From there you could see most of Port Royal. The tree was very high. You looked down and the sight made you dizzy. Then a black blob appeared. You rubbed your eyes as you saw someone walk into the clearing. It kicked the ground. It was Jack! He was alive! You didn't want to talk to him though. His eyes followed your footsteps and finally into the tree. He looked up, grabbing the top of his hat in an attempt for it to not fly away. He saw you and climbed up the tree. When he sat next to you, you saw rags tied to his wrists. His eyes were full of sadness. You couldn't help yourself and started crying again, but this time there was someone to hold you.
Jack's POV
Jack knew he had come at the right time, for he had planned it that way. His day wasn't easy. After you had left his mind kept on repeating your words and he knew you were right. He wrapped his wounds and flinched as he walked on deck. Familiar dead faces came up, faces of horror and pain. He held himself from crying and throwing up. However, he did not see the two most important faces and bodies. It seemed like Gibbs and Anamaria had been spared! He silently gave a prayer to God. Then something caught his eye. There was a note pinned at the foreyard he had not noticed before.
Captain Jack Sparrow,
After all these years, I will avenge you again. Or have I already? You know where to find me. I have taken Gibbs and Anamaria with me, for they will serve me well.
It was not signed by anyone but he was happy at the reassurance that Gibbs and Anamaria were still alive. But he didn't want to know what "serve me well" meant. He knew what he had to do. He had to recover from this massacre. He cleaned up the limbs and put them in what used to be kegs of rum, for he knew it was a proper death for a pirate. He gave each head a coin, for they needed something to pay the man who will take them to heaven, despite what the government thinks (AN "From Hell"). He then threw the barrels into the ocean, where a pirate belongs. He stood proud on his ship, covered in sticky blood. A storm was coming, so he knew he didn't need to clean the deck. Then he came looking for you, as he almost positively knew where he would find you. And he was right.
You POV
And there in the tree you and Jack sat, you crying, Jack holding you and thinking. And for a moment, everyone else was forgotten as you fell asleep in where you wanted to be. In Jack's arm.
Author's Note: Brace yourselves
Chapter 16
Jack cried quietly on your shoulder. You were crying too. How could you not? All of the closest people to him had been slaughtered. You didn't want to think about it. Jack and you cried together for what seemed like hours until people started showing up at the docks. Of course, the captain has a reputation to hold. He pulled out of your embrace.
"We can't let her be caught" you knew he meant the Pearl. He wiped his eyes, smearing kohl all over his face. You nodded.
"But how?" you asked. Indeed, how. Jack wasn't about to go up and start steering the ship out of the bay. But this man never failed to impress you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up onto the deck. He kicked off the gangplank, and then he sailed the ship out of the bay, and hid it in a cove a long ways away from the docks of Port Royal, safe from prying eyes. Then he closed his eyes and walked into what you thought was the Captain's Quarters. He opened the door, looked inside, entered, and closed the door. You didn't know what to do, since you hadn't left the spot you had arrived from. You looked straightforward and didn't let your eyes trail down to the floor. After what again seemed like hours, you walked to the door of the room Jack had entered and knocked. Somewhere inside you heard something break and you slowly entered the room.
"Leave" was all you heard.
"Yes" you answered. You didn't want to leave him here in this position. And, although you didn't want to admit it, someone has to clean up the bodies outside. Jack was hiding behind the veil of his bed. You pulled it to the side, like a curtain. Jack wasn't wearing any clothes. You gasped as you saw blood dripping from both his wrists, a bloody dagger next to him, staining the white sheets.
"Jack no!" you screamed, tears pouring down your eyes. "How could you do this to yourself?" There was something you could do. If he had vengeance on whoever did this, you promised yourself then he could die. How were you word this? "Jack, you can't die yet. You have a reason to live" you said. Then he turned to you.
"And what reason may that be? My crew is slaughtered, dead, gone. All the people in the world who I knew I could trust are gone! Maybe its you! Ever since you've come around the whole world's become a bloody mess! You are a demon!" You stopped crying and realization came to you.
"Jack, if you had any common sense you would seek out who did this to you and kill them. An eye for an eye, an arm for an arm." Then you turned and left the Pearl, without looking back, leaving Jack in a dying state among the dead.
You didn't know where to go. You couldn't go to Elizabeth's, too many questions. You didn't have anywhere else to go. You retraced the steps that Jack had lead you what seemed like many years ago and came to the clearing with the mystical bushes. There you cried yourself to sleep. Somewhere you heard a roar of thunder.
Hours Later...
You woke up wet, for it was raining. You didn't want to leave where you were, but pretty soon you knew that the ground would turn into mud. You stood, your dress already muddy. The events of the recent passed through your head. Was Jack dead? Would you ever get rid of this curse? Tears started up in your eyes as the rain poured down more. Soaking wet, you climbed into a tree that had a dry shelter. From there you could see most of Port Royal. The tree was very high. You looked down and the sight made you dizzy. Then a black blob appeared. You rubbed your eyes as you saw someone walk into the clearing. It kicked the ground. It was Jack! He was alive! You didn't want to talk to him though. His eyes followed your footsteps and finally into the tree. He looked up, grabbing the top of his hat in an attempt for it to not fly away. He saw you and climbed up the tree. When he sat next to you, you saw rags tied to his wrists. His eyes were full of sadness. You couldn't help yourself and started crying again, but this time there was someone to hold you.
Jack's POV
Jack knew he had come at the right time, for he had planned it that way. His day wasn't easy. After you had left his mind kept on repeating your words and he knew you were right. He wrapped his wounds and flinched as he walked on deck. Familiar dead faces came up, faces of horror and pain. He held himself from crying and throwing up. However, he did not see the two most important faces and bodies. It seemed like Gibbs and Anamaria had been spared! He silently gave a prayer to God. Then something caught his eye. There was a note pinned at the foreyard he had not noticed before.
Captain Jack Sparrow,
After all these years, I will avenge you again. Or have I already? You know where to find me. I have taken Gibbs and Anamaria with me, for they will serve me well.
It was not signed by anyone but he was happy at the reassurance that Gibbs and Anamaria were still alive. But he didn't want to know what "serve me well" meant. He knew what he had to do. He had to recover from this massacre. He cleaned up the limbs and put them in what used to be kegs of rum, for he knew it was a proper death for a pirate. He gave each head a coin, for they needed something to pay the man who will take them to heaven, despite what the government thinks (AN "From Hell"). He then threw the barrels into the ocean, where a pirate belongs. He stood proud on his ship, covered in sticky blood. A storm was coming, so he knew he didn't need to clean the deck. Then he came looking for you, as he almost positively knew where he would find you. And he was right.
You POV
And there in the tree you and Jack sat, you crying, Jack holding you and thinking. And for a moment, everyone else was forgotten as you fell asleep in where you wanted to be. In Jack's arm.