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Jen heard the footsteps racing towards the door. She looked towards it anxiously. It burst open and the reassuring figure of Jack towered in the doorway. The only difference was his pistol and sword were gone from his side.
"Five minutes." A manservant, the guard, said roughly. The door closed sharply behind Jack, who then rushed over to Jen. He knelt beside her.
"Are you all right?" He asked quickly, his dark eyes running down over her body, checking for signs of blood or bruises. Jen shook her head.
"No. I'm fine. But Jack you've," However, Jack made speaking very difficult, because he had kissed her.
"Jack," Jen tried to say, but Jack again claimed her mouth.
"What?" Asked Jack before returning to soothing her.
"You've," She tried to say, but Jack was becoming a distraction. Jen wrenched herself backwards, nearly falling over. "You've got to leave Jack. Get on the Pearl and go."
"Why?" Asked Jack.
"Because Adam wants to kill you. Please Jack, just go. You can go quicker without me. Climb out the window. Please go." Jen pleaded.
"He won't kill me." Jack assured her, running a hand through her hair.
"Yes, he will. He nearly killed me. Please, go Jack. If you don't go I'll....just go!" Jen begged. Jen had lost track of time. Who knows how much longer she had to persuade him. Jack shook his head.
"He won't kill me, Jen. But he tried to hurt you? I'm going to kill him though. He can't do this and get away with it." Jack rose to his feet. Jen was getting impatient. Obviously Adam didn't have much of a conscience. He wouldn't shed a tear over Jack's death. Jen nudged Jack with her arm, since her hands were still tied behind her back.
"Jack, what don't you understand? You're not immortal!" Jen shouted. Jack looked down, surprised, a slight grin upon his face.
"Really? Luv, calm down. Adam Hawke wouldn't kill me. I promise." Jack quickly untied Jen's ankles and arms and pulled her to her feet.
"Listen, you've got to leave. He lured me here to get to you, and I think he wants to kill you." Jen was saying again. Jack shook his head, now he was impatient.
"Listen, darling, it was very clever to lure me here by using you. I should've realized earlier, I understood at the gate. Didn't you see it?" Jen remembered it, it had reminded her of Jack's tattoo. The gate depicted a hawk flying into the sunset.
"I don't understand." Jen said slowly. Jack cupped Jen's face in his hands.
"Adam Hawke is my uncle." Suddenly, it all fit. Why Adam looked so like Jack, the gate.
"But...he's so young! And...why didn't he come to you himself? And what about the last name? Hawke and Sparrow? Is that just a coincidence?" Jen asked.
"He was my mother's younger brother. He hates pirates, which is probably why he called me here. I wouldn't come to him without a reason, and you are a very good one, luv. I kept my mother's last name, Sparrow. Adam changed his name because he didn't want to be in any way associated with me." Jack explained. Jen rested her head on Jack's shoulder.
"Then what does he want with you now?" She asked. Jack stiffened.
"Not sure yet, Jen. I guess I'll find out soon." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Sparrow, come on. Mr. Hawke wants you." Jack grinned awkwardly at Jen.
"I'm going to go. You stay here. Get some sleep." He added, motioning to the bed beside them. "This could take awhile." With one last kiss, Jack headed for the door. Jen watched him go, slowly sitting down on the bed.
"Be careful." She called softly. He looked over his shoulder, grinning.
"Pirate." He reminded her. Jen grinned halfheartedly, lying down on the bed. Despite her anxiety for Jack's safety, the moment her eyes closed, she fell asleep.
Jack headed slowly down the stairs. His uncle was waiting in the parlor, glancing down at something on his right arm. Jack grinned to himself. Despite his uncle's hatred towards pirates, he bore the emblem of one upon his flesh. A permanent mark. Jack leaned casually in the doorway.
"So, Uncle, what turn of events brings me here?" Jack drawled. Hawke slowly turned around.
"Business, Sparrow. Let's get things started right. Have you met my good friend, Commodore Norrington?" Jack froze. A man on the couch turned to face him. James Norrington grinned at him.
"And so we meet again."
WHAT DOES ADAM WANT WITH JACK? WILL JACK BE TURNED OVER TO NORRINGTON?
Jen heard the footsteps racing towards the door. She looked towards it anxiously. It burst open and the reassuring figure of Jack towered in the doorway. The only difference was his pistol and sword were gone from his side.
"Five minutes." A manservant, the guard, said roughly. The door closed sharply behind Jack, who then rushed over to Jen. He knelt beside her.
"Are you all right?" He asked quickly, his dark eyes running down over her body, checking for signs of blood or bruises. Jen shook her head.
"No. I'm fine. But Jack you've," However, Jack made speaking very difficult, because he had kissed her.
"Jack," Jen tried to say, but Jack again claimed her mouth.
"What?" Asked Jack before returning to soothing her.
"You've," She tried to say, but Jack was becoming a distraction. Jen wrenched herself backwards, nearly falling over. "You've got to leave Jack. Get on the Pearl and go."
"Why?" Asked Jack.
"Because Adam wants to kill you. Please Jack, just go. You can go quicker without me. Climb out the window. Please go." Jen pleaded.
"He won't kill me." Jack assured her, running a hand through her hair.
"Yes, he will. He nearly killed me. Please, go Jack. If you don't go I'll....just go!" Jen begged. Jen had lost track of time. Who knows how much longer she had to persuade him. Jack shook his head.
"He won't kill me, Jen. But he tried to hurt you? I'm going to kill him though. He can't do this and get away with it." Jack rose to his feet. Jen was getting impatient. Obviously Adam didn't have much of a conscience. He wouldn't shed a tear over Jack's death. Jen nudged Jack with her arm, since her hands were still tied behind her back.
"Jack, what don't you understand? You're not immortal!" Jen shouted. Jack looked down, surprised, a slight grin upon his face.
"Really? Luv, calm down. Adam Hawke wouldn't kill me. I promise." Jack quickly untied Jen's ankles and arms and pulled her to her feet.
"Listen, you've got to leave. He lured me here to get to you, and I think he wants to kill you." Jen was saying again. Jack shook his head, now he was impatient.
"Listen, darling, it was very clever to lure me here by using you. I should've realized earlier, I understood at the gate. Didn't you see it?" Jen remembered it, it had reminded her of Jack's tattoo. The gate depicted a hawk flying into the sunset.
"I don't understand." Jen said slowly. Jack cupped Jen's face in his hands.
"Adam Hawke is my uncle." Suddenly, it all fit. Why Adam looked so like Jack, the gate.
"But...he's so young! And...why didn't he come to you himself? And what about the last name? Hawke and Sparrow? Is that just a coincidence?" Jen asked.
"He was my mother's younger brother. He hates pirates, which is probably why he called me here. I wouldn't come to him without a reason, and you are a very good one, luv. I kept my mother's last name, Sparrow. Adam changed his name because he didn't want to be in any way associated with me." Jack explained. Jen rested her head on Jack's shoulder.
"Then what does he want with you now?" She asked. Jack stiffened.
"Not sure yet, Jen. I guess I'll find out soon." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Sparrow, come on. Mr. Hawke wants you." Jack grinned awkwardly at Jen.
"I'm going to go. You stay here. Get some sleep." He added, motioning to the bed beside them. "This could take awhile." With one last kiss, Jack headed for the door. Jen watched him go, slowly sitting down on the bed.
"Be careful." She called softly. He looked over his shoulder, grinning.
"Pirate." He reminded her. Jen grinned halfheartedly, lying down on the bed. Despite her anxiety for Jack's safety, the moment her eyes closed, she fell asleep.
Jack headed slowly down the stairs. His uncle was waiting in the parlor, glancing down at something on his right arm. Jack grinned to himself. Despite his uncle's hatred towards pirates, he bore the emblem of one upon his flesh. A permanent mark. Jack leaned casually in the doorway.
"So, Uncle, what turn of events brings me here?" Jack drawled. Hawke slowly turned around.
"Business, Sparrow. Let's get things started right. Have you met my good friend, Commodore Norrington?" Jack froze. A man on the couch turned to face him. James Norrington grinned at him.
"And so we meet again."
WHAT DOES ADAM WANT WITH JACK? WILL JACK BE TURNED OVER TO NORRINGTON?