Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, any characters, events, plots, settings,
etc. It belongs to Disney.
I'm writing an LOTR (humor) story with my friend (To the Shire!) , and we got a very ego crushing review. I'm so glad to get back to you guys! And now, more Jack and Jen...and evil Adam who even I hate despite the fact I created him. Ahem.
"A what?" Jen asked, staring dumbly at Adam.
"A proposition." Adam repeated smoothly. Jen glared at him.
"No. I don't really like you're ideas." Adam rolled his eyes.
"Figures. But if I were you, and my situation was as desperate as yours, although the chances of me ever being a pirate's whore is slim, I'd listen up, darling."
"And you're a tyrant."
"Wonderful. Now that that's said and done, I might change my mind about the whole destroying piracy issue."
"Why talk to me? Why aren't you talking to Jack?" Jen asked cautiously. She didn't like where this was going. Adam's dark eyes were glittering maliciously in the light of the chandelier.
"Because it's not Jack I want anymore. He was the key for awhile, my main focus. But suddenly, the focus shifted. The spotlight is now on you. Marry me. If you do, I'll let Jack go." Jen felt like she'd been doused with ice cold water.
"No. Never." She finally replied, stepping away from him. Adam quickly closed the distance, leading her back into the dance.
"Talk it over with my nephew. See what he thinks." Adam suggested coyly. Jen nodded. She was having trouble thinking. She was even having trouble breathing. Although it might have been the corset. Jen pulled out of his arms and headed for the balcony. She stood before the railing, drinking in the air. Suddenly, an arm was around her waist and her body tensed. Soft lips brushed over her neck.
"Relax, luv. Only me." Jack's voice was relief. Jen sagged against him. Well, leaned against him. The corset wouldn't allow any sagging.
"What was that about?" Jack asked.
"Oh. That? Nothing." Jen answered quickly. She realized she sounded too frantic. Taking a deep breath she slowed. "He wanted to tell me escape is useless." Jack was silent, and Jen couldn't bear to look at him. They were to be married. But did he love her more than the sea? More than the ships and the rum and the wind and the ocean? If he knew about Adam's most recent offer, would he trade love for his career? The party was ending behind them. Soon, only a very small crowd remained. Jen pulled out of Jack's arms and went up to Adam.
"I want sixty minutes alone with Jack." She demanded. Adam regarded her closely.
"If I agree to let it be completely alone, with no guards, will you go by my rules?"
"Yes."
"All right then. One rule. No escapes. Is that clear?"
"As crystal." Jen answered coldly. She hurried out to the balcony and grabbed Jack's arm.
"I won us an hour together alone. No guards. Let's go." She pleaded. Jack followed her down to the beaches.
"What was the price of this escapade?" Jack asked as they sat in the sand.
"I promised that we wouldn't escape."
"Ah. I think I'm going crazy, darling." He said suddenly. Jen scowled at him.
"Don't call me darling!" She ordered, staring down at the sand. Jack put his arm around her shoulders.
"Why not, luv?"
"Just don't. Jack, how about we just leave! Forget the promise! We've got to get out of here. We can swim to the Pearl!"
"Sorry luv. But I've no idea where my Pearl is. And Hawke probably has 'er surrounded with the bloody Redcoats." Jack answered harshly.
"Then you go! Hide somewhere and come back for me!" Jen argued. Jack shook his head.
"I won't leave you here." He said sternly. They lapsed into silence. Jen kept sneaking looks at him.
"Then you love me?" She asked quietly. Jack looked over in astonishment.
"What do ya mean, do I love you? Course I love you Jen! We wouldn't be getting married if I didn't love you! Do you need it spelled out?" Jack suddenly jumped up and traced the words in the sand.
"There." He said triumphantly, flopping down beside her once more. "Done." Jen laughed.
"Then for God's sake, take off that wig!" Jen teased, reaching over and trying to grab it. Jack ducked out of reach.
"Oh really? Does it make me look a bit silly? Cause I think the effect is dashing, really." He smirked. Jen snatched up the wig and threw it into the ocean. It washed up on shore a few times as a wet, sodden bundle before the ocean finally claimed it.
"Good."
"Now let's fix you. Turn around." Jack ordered. Jen turned and Jack drew his sword.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked. Jack shrugged apologetically, looking much better as his real hair swung around his face.
"Sorry Jen. They took away my dagger." But Jen didn't mind the sword as it bit through the lace and silk and ties and soon the heavy, pompous dress went the way of the wig, as did the corset. Jack shed his outer coat as well. They lay back on the sand together.
"I don't think anyone will ever lend or buy us clothes anymore. We cut them to ribbons and toss them in the ocean." Sighed Jen. Jack laughed.
"Good. We don't need any help."
"Jack, I don't want to get married under Adam's reign." Jen said seriously.
"Neither do I luv. But we'll go along as long as it takes me to get a good plan."
"Jack, this is different!" She sat up. "He's your family! He knows how you think and he's been having us spied on for weeks!" Jen shivered, running her hands up and down her arms. She felt anxious at the thought that someone might be watching. Jack sat up too, frowning.
"Listen luv. No one knows how I think. Even I haven't figured it out. My plans are safe from Adam, Jen." Jen sighed and gave in.
"Whatever you say Jack."
"I need some rum. This town has no idea what they're missing." Jack grumbled. Jen laughed and kissed him. After a few more minutes of this, Jack finally stood up.
"C'mon luv, we've got to return you for now. Don't want to break curfew, do we?" He teased. Back at the house, Adam was waiting.
"Goodnight, Jack." He said firmly, shutting the door. Jen quickly made her way up to her room and locked the door, allowing only the maid in to undress her. The maid had a message for her.
"Miss Jennifer, tomorrow Master Hawke and Master Sparrow and yourself are to eat at your parents house." Jen groaned. The night was spent tossing and turning, restless. Jen was angry when dawn finally came. Another obstacle.
"Jack had better think of a plan soon." Jen mumbled under her breath as she got out of bed. 'We're running out of time.' She thought angrily. Only two or three more days until the wedding she and Jack had planned. She intended to be free by then. Or else.
I'm writing an LOTR (humor) story with my friend (To the Shire!) , and we got a very ego crushing review. I'm so glad to get back to you guys! And now, more Jack and Jen...and evil Adam who even I hate despite the fact I created him. Ahem.
"A what?" Jen asked, staring dumbly at Adam.
"A proposition." Adam repeated smoothly. Jen glared at him.
"No. I don't really like you're ideas." Adam rolled his eyes.
"Figures. But if I were you, and my situation was as desperate as yours, although the chances of me ever being a pirate's whore is slim, I'd listen up, darling."
"And you're a tyrant."
"Wonderful. Now that that's said and done, I might change my mind about the whole destroying piracy issue."
"Why talk to me? Why aren't you talking to Jack?" Jen asked cautiously. She didn't like where this was going. Adam's dark eyes were glittering maliciously in the light of the chandelier.
"Because it's not Jack I want anymore. He was the key for awhile, my main focus. But suddenly, the focus shifted. The spotlight is now on you. Marry me. If you do, I'll let Jack go." Jen felt like she'd been doused with ice cold water.
"No. Never." She finally replied, stepping away from him. Adam quickly closed the distance, leading her back into the dance.
"Talk it over with my nephew. See what he thinks." Adam suggested coyly. Jen nodded. She was having trouble thinking. She was even having trouble breathing. Although it might have been the corset. Jen pulled out of his arms and headed for the balcony. She stood before the railing, drinking in the air. Suddenly, an arm was around her waist and her body tensed. Soft lips brushed over her neck.
"Relax, luv. Only me." Jack's voice was relief. Jen sagged against him. Well, leaned against him. The corset wouldn't allow any sagging.
"What was that about?" Jack asked.
"Oh. That? Nothing." Jen answered quickly. She realized she sounded too frantic. Taking a deep breath she slowed. "He wanted to tell me escape is useless." Jack was silent, and Jen couldn't bear to look at him. They were to be married. But did he love her more than the sea? More than the ships and the rum and the wind and the ocean? If he knew about Adam's most recent offer, would he trade love for his career? The party was ending behind them. Soon, only a very small crowd remained. Jen pulled out of Jack's arms and went up to Adam.
"I want sixty minutes alone with Jack." She demanded. Adam regarded her closely.
"If I agree to let it be completely alone, with no guards, will you go by my rules?"
"Yes."
"All right then. One rule. No escapes. Is that clear?"
"As crystal." Jen answered coldly. She hurried out to the balcony and grabbed Jack's arm.
"I won us an hour together alone. No guards. Let's go." She pleaded. Jack followed her down to the beaches.
"What was the price of this escapade?" Jack asked as they sat in the sand.
"I promised that we wouldn't escape."
"Ah. I think I'm going crazy, darling." He said suddenly. Jen scowled at him.
"Don't call me darling!" She ordered, staring down at the sand. Jack put his arm around her shoulders.
"Why not, luv?"
"Just don't. Jack, how about we just leave! Forget the promise! We've got to get out of here. We can swim to the Pearl!"
"Sorry luv. But I've no idea where my Pearl is. And Hawke probably has 'er surrounded with the bloody Redcoats." Jack answered harshly.
"Then you go! Hide somewhere and come back for me!" Jen argued. Jack shook his head.
"I won't leave you here." He said sternly. They lapsed into silence. Jen kept sneaking looks at him.
"Then you love me?" She asked quietly. Jack looked over in astonishment.
"What do ya mean, do I love you? Course I love you Jen! We wouldn't be getting married if I didn't love you! Do you need it spelled out?" Jack suddenly jumped up and traced the words in the sand.
"There." He said triumphantly, flopping down beside her once more. "Done." Jen laughed.
"Then for God's sake, take off that wig!" Jen teased, reaching over and trying to grab it. Jack ducked out of reach.
"Oh really? Does it make me look a bit silly? Cause I think the effect is dashing, really." He smirked. Jen snatched up the wig and threw it into the ocean. It washed up on shore a few times as a wet, sodden bundle before the ocean finally claimed it.
"Good."
"Now let's fix you. Turn around." Jack ordered. Jen turned and Jack drew his sword.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked. Jack shrugged apologetically, looking much better as his real hair swung around his face.
"Sorry Jen. They took away my dagger." But Jen didn't mind the sword as it bit through the lace and silk and ties and soon the heavy, pompous dress went the way of the wig, as did the corset. Jack shed his outer coat as well. They lay back on the sand together.
"I don't think anyone will ever lend or buy us clothes anymore. We cut them to ribbons and toss them in the ocean." Sighed Jen. Jack laughed.
"Good. We don't need any help."
"Jack, I don't want to get married under Adam's reign." Jen said seriously.
"Neither do I luv. But we'll go along as long as it takes me to get a good plan."
"Jack, this is different!" She sat up. "He's your family! He knows how you think and he's been having us spied on for weeks!" Jen shivered, running her hands up and down her arms. She felt anxious at the thought that someone might be watching. Jack sat up too, frowning.
"Listen luv. No one knows how I think. Even I haven't figured it out. My plans are safe from Adam, Jen." Jen sighed and gave in.
"Whatever you say Jack."
"I need some rum. This town has no idea what they're missing." Jack grumbled. Jen laughed and kissed him. After a few more minutes of this, Jack finally stood up.
"C'mon luv, we've got to return you for now. Don't want to break curfew, do we?" He teased. Back at the house, Adam was waiting.
"Goodnight, Jack." He said firmly, shutting the door. Jen quickly made her way up to her room and locked the door, allowing only the maid in to undress her. The maid had a message for her.
"Miss Jennifer, tomorrow Master Hawke and Master Sparrow and yourself are to eat at your parents house." Jen groaned. The night was spent tossing and turning, restless. Jen was angry when dawn finally came. Another obstacle.
"Jack had better think of a plan soon." Jen mumbled under her breath as she got out of bed. 'We're running out of time.' She thought angrily. Only two or three more days until the wedding she and Jack had planned. She intended to be free by then. Or else.