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Slightly Hazy
Chapter 25: freedom
"Luv, wake up." Jack's voice says softly, rousing you from your dreams.
"What?" You ask groggily, squinting your eyes as a beam of sunlight shines into them.
Looking around, you realize that you're in a completely different cell; the one in Port Royal where you and Jack first met, to be precise.
"How'd we get here?" You ask, sitting up and feeling a little disoriented.
"Well, you were fast asleep..." Jack begins but you cut him off.
"What? But I'm a freakishly light sleeper. Normally I'd wake up at the sound of the soldiers changing watch." You say, confused at how you could have been asleep.
"Well, Will mentioned that you hadn't slept the entire time on the Pearl, so we decided that it'd be best not to wake you. We carried you here." Jack says, scrutinizing your exhausted expression as you realize that, in fact, you hadn't had a decent night's sleep since Tortuga.
"What a minute," You say as you finally process the details of Jack's narrative. "You let a blasted redcoat carry me here? I want some sort of disinfectant."
"Don't worry luv," Jack says with a small chuckle, "The whelp carried you, seeing as I was currently bound an' the lass wouldn't let anyone wake you."
"Did they come up with any sort of plan?" You ask with a small hint of hope in your voice.
"Not yet, luv." Jack says, placing a comforting arm around your shoulders as he sits down next to you. "But don't worry. It'll work out in the end, 'cause I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Of course," You say with a small smile before lifting your head to look at the small window that had been sloppily placed over the place where one of the Pearl's cannonballs had crashed through the wall. "How long 'till noon?"
"I'd say we've about three hours." Jack says, looking down at you. "Plenty of time."
You nod, laying your head on Jack's shoulder, simply listening to the sound of his breathing.
*
"Come on, move it you pirates." A solider says with a sneer as two others come into you cell and bind your and Jack's wrists together. "It's time you two get what you deserve."
"Oh," You say with a glare toward the rather chubby redcoat. "And what, exactly, is it that we deserve for rescuing your bloody Governor's daughter? 'Cause I could do with a pint of rum right about now."
"Silence," The solider orders, looking flustered as he turns to address the two officers standing behind you and Jack. "Look lively, these two pirates have to dance with Jack Catch within the hour."
"Yes, Sir." The two officers reply before leading the two of you up the stairs and towards the fort.
*
"Jacque," Will says with a hushed and serious voice as they walk towards the fort, walking about four feet behind Elizabeth and the Commodore. "Remember, you have to keep calm and not do anything rash."
"That's a little difficult to do, Will," Jacque says exasperatedly. "Seeing as you refuse to tell me what the blazes you are planning to do."
"It's a long shot," Will admits. "But it's the only thing I can think of and if it doesn't work, I don't want you caught in the crossfire."
"Will, what-"Jacque begins but is cut off by their arrival at the gate of the fort.
Looking around, Jacque finds herself rather disgusted to find that most of Port Royal has shown up as if there was going to be a wedding instead of a hanging. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the two nooses hanging from the platform and she stops in her tracks, transfixed by the foreboding sight.
"Will," She says in a tight voice. "What ever you're planning on doing... I hope it works."
*
You look up at Jack and he sends you an encouraging smile as the two of you are led to the center of the platform, where the two nooses and trapdoors are positioned. You grimace as the gothic executioner pulls down the noose and fastens it tightly around your neck before turning to repeat the action with Jack. You can't help but hold in a laugh as a rather short man in a powdered wig and ridiculous looking shoes marches up onto the platform with what looks to be a scroll.
"Jack Sparrow," He begins and you smile as you hear Jack mutter something about them messing up his title of Captain Jack Sparrow. "Let it be known that you have been brought here to be punished for your willful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature. The most grievous of these to be cited herewith: piracy, smuggling, impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England..." You watch as Jack smirks as he, no doubt, remembers that particular tangent. "...sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation and general lawlessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."
You look out over the crowd and watch a rather amusing feathered hat make its way towards the back as you realize that the short announcer has now moved on to your sentence.
"...The most grievous of these crimes to be cited herewith: piracy, smuggling, impersonating a lady, impersonating a solider of the British Navy, kidnapping, commandeering a ship of the fleet of the Royal Navy, arson, sailing under false colors, looting, pilfering, and general lawlessness. For these crimes you have been sentenced on this day to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."
You look at Jack as the executioner places his hand on the trap door lever and look out into the crowd as you hear a familiar voice yell,
"Move!"
Your eyes widen as you hear the groan of the door under you begin to collapse, so you tilt your head up and quickly spread your legs apart, attempting to use the rope around your neck to balance as your feet are spread apart and beginning to slip from their unsteady hold on the sides of the trapdoor.
Just as you feel your feet slipping from their hold, you fall unceremoniously on your butt and find that Will has made his way onto the platform and had cut your rope. Standing up quickly, you find Jack in a similar situation and turn your back to him, holding out your bound wrists for him to cut with the sword he's procured. You watch as Will flips off the platform and he and Jack hold the rope between them and use it to dispose of the redcoats rushing at them.
"Show offs." You mutter as you deck the nearest soldier and grab his sword before running up to join Will and Jack.
As the three of you come onto the edge of the fort, you quickly find yourselves surrounded by Norrington's men.
"I thought we would have to endure some manner of ill conceived escape attempt, but not from you." Norrington says to Will with a sneer.
"On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency." The Governor says, unable to look very intimidating in his ruffles and powdered wig. "And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with them? They're pirates."
"And good people." Jacque says as she steps next to you defiantly.
"If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn three boots instead of two, so be it." Will says and you realize that his sense of honor really is an endearing quality.
"You forget your place, Turner." Norrington says as he glared at Will.
"It's right here, between you and them." He says, glaring defiantly back at Norrington.
"As is mine." Jacque says, grasping Will's hands in her own.
"And mine." Elizabeth says as she steps next to you and Jack.
"Lower your weapons!" Governor Swann calls to the soldiers. "For goodness sake put them down!"
"So this is where your conscience leads you, then?" Norrington asks his fiancé.
"It is." She says confidently. "No matter what their other crimes are, they do not deserve this and I am not about to stand by and watch them be punished for their acts of heroism."
"Well!" Jack calls in a cheery voice and you look at him rather skeptically. "I'm feeling rather good about this." He says as he walks up to the Governor. "I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically?" He smiles before turning to Norrington. "I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that." Jack glances at you and then looks over at Elizabeth with a sad expression on his face. "Elizabeth, it would never have worked between us darling. I'm sorry. Will," He says turning to him and Jacque. "Nice hat. Best of luck to you both."
"Yeah," You say, finally noticing Cotton's parrot and walking up next to Jack. "I'll expect a wedding invitation at the Bride within the month. Jac, now don't be doin' anything I wouldn't do." You smirk as Jacque looks at you with a smile on her face.
"So I'm free to do anything I want, then? It's nice to know that I have your permission." She says as Jack loops his finger in your sash and drags you towards the wall.
"Men!" He shouts as you look over the edge of the battlement, your heavily suppressed fear of heights resurfacing. "This is the day that you will always remember as the-"
Your eyes widen as you watch Jack trip and fall over the edge, dragging you down with him as you close your eyes in fear.
"JAAAAAACCCCKKKK!"
You hit the water feeling less pain than you'd imagined and quickly kick your legs and swim up to the surface. Looking around you find Jack treading water next to you and you smirk. Swimming quickly, you come up behind him and dunk his head underwater, causing him to swallow a bit of water.
"Now that's not very nice, luv." Jack says as he begins to swim towards the Black Pearl which has appeared on the edge of the harbor.
"It wasn't very nice to pull me off the bloody cliff either, Jack." You say as you begin to swim next to him.
"Oh," Jack says, looking over at you. "So you'd rather be back at the fort with Norrington's men? 'Cause, if that's the case-"
"Ok Jack, you've made your point." You grumble.
"So I win, then?" He asks with an impish smirk.
"Yes, you bloody win, Jack." You mumble as the crew throws a rope into the water.
"Of course I do Luv," Jack says as he grabs the rope and then your waist. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
You smirk as you and Jack practically fly though the air and land with a loud thump on the deck, with you sitting on Jack's lap. Gibbs grabs your arm and helps you up as Mr. Cotton hands Jack his precious hat.
"I thought you were supposed to keep to the code." You say to Gibbs, who shrugs.
"We figured they were more actual...guidelines." He replies with a knowing smile.
"Captain Sparrow," Anamaria says as she places Jack's coat around his shoulders as if it's some sort of robe. "The Black Pearl is yours."
You walk to stand over next to Jack as he runs his hands lovingly over the helm, almost in disbelief before snapping back to reality and looking up at the crew.
"On deck you scabrous dogs!" He yells as the crew smiles simultaneously scurry back to work. "Man the braces!"
You turn to go check the sails but find Jack's hand encircling your wrist. Turning, you look up at him with a curious expression on your face. Smirking, Jack pulls you back to him and places you between him and the helm. Smirking widely, you pull on his hair, bringing his head down to yours and press your lips against him, kissing him with all of the joy and freedom you feel surrounding you at that very moment. You pull back, not wanting to make a scene on deck, and Jack smiles at you before digging through his pockets.
"And really bad eggs..." He hums as he flips open his compass and you smirk as you realize your next destination.
"Drink up me hearties yo ho." You finish, turning around and resting your back against his chest, staring lazily out towards the horizon.
*
"Idiots," Gillette comments as Jacque bursts out laughing. "They've nowhere to go but back to the noose."
"Sail ho!" A sentry calls and Jacque composes herself enough to look up to find the Black Pearl sailing over the edge of the harbor.
"What's your plan of action, sir?" Gillette asks Norrington quickly.
"Perhaps," Governor Swann says, looking from his daughter to the young woman he'd harbored for the past two years. "On the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?"
"Mr. Turner." Norrington says as he steps away from Elizabeth to unsheathe his sword.
"I will accept the consequences of my actions." Will says when Jacque pulls at his arm, silently asking him not to take that chance.
"This is a beautiful sword." He says, admiring said sword. "I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life."
"Thank you." Will says, acknowledging the small complement paid by the proud Commodore.
"Commodore!" Gillette calls, running up to Norrington as he rejoins Elizabeth. "What about Sparrow?"
"Well," Norrington says, pausing for am moment to look down at his fiancé before looking back to his officer. "I think we can afford to give him one day's head start."
Governor Swann nods to his daughter as she and Norrington leave the battlement and walks up to Jacque and Will.
"Jacque," He says, smiling at her. "I hope you realize that Elizabeth and I consider you family and hold you in such regards. Are you sure this is the path that you've chosen? After all, he is a blacksmith."
"No," Jacque says with a smile as she slowly removes Will's hat to look into his eyes. "He's a pirate."
Jacque barely notices the Governor's nod of approval before walking off as she gazes into Will's eyes. She leans into his hand as he brings it up to her face softly caressing her cheek as she finally realizes that he truly loves her and that she's second to none in his eyes. Closing her eyes, she sighs in happiness as she receives the one thing she'd wanted to feel since the two of you had arrived in Port Royal; the surprisingly soft caress of Will's lips while his callused hand cups her cheek. Ignoring the gorgeous sunset and all else around them, Jacque lifts her arms to encircle Will's neck as she looses herself in the perfection of bliss.
*
It had taken only one day for the Pearl to make its way back to the dreaded Isle de Muerta. You leap out of the rowboat and run into the cavern, smiling widely at the mere thought of what even a handful of this treasure would bring. You hear two gasps of breath behind you and turn to find that Gibbs and Anamaria are seemingly frozen in place by the splendor resting within the caves. You watch as Jack strolls casually into the cavern with an extremely amused expression on his face when he sees the two. Shrugging, he saunters over to the nearest heap of gold and finds a crown to place upon his head. Taking it as his cue to grab what you wanted at the moment, you circle a nearby pile critically, scanning it for the mist valuable and unique trinkets.
Your quest for the perfect treasure is immediately forgotten, however, as soon as you recognize a browning apple core lying on the gold. Quickly, you walk over to the pile of gold where the Aztec chest stands and circle it, your eyes slowly widening in fear.
"Jack," You say cautiously as he walks over to you, curious as to why you haven't taken any treasure yet. "Wasn't there supposed to be a body here?"
**********THE END**********
A/N: Well, that's it! I know that the Jacque/will part was really smutty, but I kinda figured that'd work for her. I hope that I've left you all hanging on for more, but, unfortunately, the sequel to Slightly Hazy won't be making an appearance until around the first week of June. I thought I'd leave you a couple of unanswered questions to look foreword to:
How did you and Jacque get thrown into the past? Will there be any consequences? Is Barbossa alive? What's going to happen with you and Jack?
Thank you so much and I'd like to go out with a bang, if you please, so I'm shooting for hitting the 400 mark for this chapter.
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Slightly Hazy
Chapter 25: freedom
"Luv, wake up." Jack's voice says softly, rousing you from your dreams.
"What?" You ask groggily, squinting your eyes as a beam of sunlight shines into them.
Looking around, you realize that you're in a completely different cell; the one in Port Royal where you and Jack first met, to be precise.
"How'd we get here?" You ask, sitting up and feeling a little disoriented.
"Well, you were fast asleep..." Jack begins but you cut him off.
"What? But I'm a freakishly light sleeper. Normally I'd wake up at the sound of the soldiers changing watch." You say, confused at how you could have been asleep.
"Well, Will mentioned that you hadn't slept the entire time on the Pearl, so we decided that it'd be best not to wake you. We carried you here." Jack says, scrutinizing your exhausted expression as you realize that, in fact, you hadn't had a decent night's sleep since Tortuga.
"What a minute," You say as you finally process the details of Jack's narrative. "You let a blasted redcoat carry me here? I want some sort of disinfectant."
"Don't worry luv," Jack says with a small chuckle, "The whelp carried you, seeing as I was currently bound an' the lass wouldn't let anyone wake you."
"Did they come up with any sort of plan?" You ask with a small hint of hope in your voice.
"Not yet, luv." Jack says, placing a comforting arm around your shoulders as he sits down next to you. "But don't worry. It'll work out in the end, 'cause I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Of course," You say with a small smile before lifting your head to look at the small window that had been sloppily placed over the place where one of the Pearl's cannonballs had crashed through the wall. "How long 'till noon?"
"I'd say we've about three hours." Jack says, looking down at you. "Plenty of time."
You nod, laying your head on Jack's shoulder, simply listening to the sound of his breathing.
*
"Come on, move it you pirates." A solider says with a sneer as two others come into you cell and bind your and Jack's wrists together. "It's time you two get what you deserve."
"Oh," You say with a glare toward the rather chubby redcoat. "And what, exactly, is it that we deserve for rescuing your bloody Governor's daughter? 'Cause I could do with a pint of rum right about now."
"Silence," The solider orders, looking flustered as he turns to address the two officers standing behind you and Jack. "Look lively, these two pirates have to dance with Jack Catch within the hour."
"Yes, Sir." The two officers reply before leading the two of you up the stairs and towards the fort.
*
"Jacque," Will says with a hushed and serious voice as they walk towards the fort, walking about four feet behind Elizabeth and the Commodore. "Remember, you have to keep calm and not do anything rash."
"That's a little difficult to do, Will," Jacque says exasperatedly. "Seeing as you refuse to tell me what the blazes you are planning to do."
"It's a long shot," Will admits. "But it's the only thing I can think of and if it doesn't work, I don't want you caught in the crossfire."
"Will, what-"Jacque begins but is cut off by their arrival at the gate of the fort.
Looking around, Jacque finds herself rather disgusted to find that most of Port Royal has shown up as if there was going to be a wedding instead of a hanging. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the two nooses hanging from the platform and she stops in her tracks, transfixed by the foreboding sight.
"Will," She says in a tight voice. "What ever you're planning on doing... I hope it works."
*
You look up at Jack and he sends you an encouraging smile as the two of you are led to the center of the platform, where the two nooses and trapdoors are positioned. You grimace as the gothic executioner pulls down the noose and fastens it tightly around your neck before turning to repeat the action with Jack. You can't help but hold in a laugh as a rather short man in a powdered wig and ridiculous looking shoes marches up onto the platform with what looks to be a scroll.
"Jack Sparrow," He begins and you smile as you hear Jack mutter something about them messing up his title of Captain Jack Sparrow. "Let it be known that you have been brought here to be punished for your willful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature. The most grievous of these to be cited herewith: piracy, smuggling, impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England..." You watch as Jack smirks as he, no doubt, remembers that particular tangent. "...sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation and general lawlessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."
You look out over the crowd and watch a rather amusing feathered hat make its way towards the back as you realize that the short announcer has now moved on to your sentence.
"...The most grievous of these crimes to be cited herewith: piracy, smuggling, impersonating a lady, impersonating a solider of the British Navy, kidnapping, commandeering a ship of the fleet of the Royal Navy, arson, sailing under false colors, looting, pilfering, and general lawlessness. For these crimes you have been sentenced on this day to be on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."
You look at Jack as the executioner places his hand on the trap door lever and look out into the crowd as you hear a familiar voice yell,
"Move!"
Your eyes widen as you hear the groan of the door under you begin to collapse, so you tilt your head up and quickly spread your legs apart, attempting to use the rope around your neck to balance as your feet are spread apart and beginning to slip from their unsteady hold on the sides of the trapdoor.
Just as you feel your feet slipping from their hold, you fall unceremoniously on your butt and find that Will has made his way onto the platform and had cut your rope. Standing up quickly, you find Jack in a similar situation and turn your back to him, holding out your bound wrists for him to cut with the sword he's procured. You watch as Will flips off the platform and he and Jack hold the rope between them and use it to dispose of the redcoats rushing at them.
"Show offs." You mutter as you deck the nearest soldier and grab his sword before running up to join Will and Jack.
As the three of you come onto the edge of the fort, you quickly find yourselves surrounded by Norrington's men.
"I thought we would have to endure some manner of ill conceived escape attempt, but not from you." Norrington says to Will with a sneer.
"On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency." The Governor says, unable to look very intimidating in his ruffles and powdered wig. "And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with them? They're pirates."
"And good people." Jacque says as she steps next to you defiantly.
"If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn three boots instead of two, so be it." Will says and you realize that his sense of honor really is an endearing quality.
"You forget your place, Turner." Norrington says as he glared at Will.
"It's right here, between you and them." He says, glaring defiantly back at Norrington.
"As is mine." Jacque says, grasping Will's hands in her own.
"And mine." Elizabeth says as she steps next to you and Jack.
"Lower your weapons!" Governor Swann calls to the soldiers. "For goodness sake put them down!"
"So this is where your conscience leads you, then?" Norrington asks his fiancé.
"It is." She says confidently. "No matter what their other crimes are, they do not deserve this and I am not about to stand by and watch them be punished for their acts of heroism."
"Well!" Jack calls in a cheery voice and you look at him rather skeptically. "I'm feeling rather good about this." He says as he walks up to the Governor. "I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically?" He smiles before turning to Norrington. "I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that." Jack glances at you and then looks over at Elizabeth with a sad expression on his face. "Elizabeth, it would never have worked between us darling. I'm sorry. Will," He says turning to him and Jacque. "Nice hat. Best of luck to you both."
"Yeah," You say, finally noticing Cotton's parrot and walking up next to Jack. "I'll expect a wedding invitation at the Bride within the month. Jac, now don't be doin' anything I wouldn't do." You smirk as Jacque looks at you with a smile on her face.
"So I'm free to do anything I want, then? It's nice to know that I have your permission." She says as Jack loops his finger in your sash and drags you towards the wall.
"Men!" He shouts as you look over the edge of the battlement, your heavily suppressed fear of heights resurfacing. "This is the day that you will always remember as the-"
Your eyes widen as you watch Jack trip and fall over the edge, dragging you down with him as you close your eyes in fear.
"JAAAAAACCCCKKKK!"
You hit the water feeling less pain than you'd imagined and quickly kick your legs and swim up to the surface. Looking around you find Jack treading water next to you and you smirk. Swimming quickly, you come up behind him and dunk his head underwater, causing him to swallow a bit of water.
"Now that's not very nice, luv." Jack says as he begins to swim towards the Black Pearl which has appeared on the edge of the harbor.
"It wasn't very nice to pull me off the bloody cliff either, Jack." You say as you begin to swim next to him.
"Oh," Jack says, looking over at you. "So you'd rather be back at the fort with Norrington's men? 'Cause, if that's the case-"
"Ok Jack, you've made your point." You grumble.
"So I win, then?" He asks with an impish smirk.
"Yes, you bloody win, Jack." You mumble as the crew throws a rope into the water.
"Of course I do Luv," Jack says as he grabs the rope and then your waist. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
You smirk as you and Jack practically fly though the air and land with a loud thump on the deck, with you sitting on Jack's lap. Gibbs grabs your arm and helps you up as Mr. Cotton hands Jack his precious hat.
"I thought you were supposed to keep to the code." You say to Gibbs, who shrugs.
"We figured they were more actual...guidelines." He replies with a knowing smile.
"Captain Sparrow," Anamaria says as she places Jack's coat around his shoulders as if it's some sort of robe. "The Black Pearl is yours."
You walk to stand over next to Jack as he runs his hands lovingly over the helm, almost in disbelief before snapping back to reality and looking up at the crew.
"On deck you scabrous dogs!" He yells as the crew smiles simultaneously scurry back to work. "Man the braces!"
You turn to go check the sails but find Jack's hand encircling your wrist. Turning, you look up at him with a curious expression on your face. Smirking, Jack pulls you back to him and places you between him and the helm. Smirking widely, you pull on his hair, bringing his head down to yours and press your lips against him, kissing him with all of the joy and freedom you feel surrounding you at that very moment. You pull back, not wanting to make a scene on deck, and Jack smiles at you before digging through his pockets.
"And really bad eggs..." He hums as he flips open his compass and you smirk as you realize your next destination.
"Drink up me hearties yo ho." You finish, turning around and resting your back against his chest, staring lazily out towards the horizon.
*
"Idiots," Gillette comments as Jacque bursts out laughing. "They've nowhere to go but back to the noose."
"Sail ho!" A sentry calls and Jacque composes herself enough to look up to find the Black Pearl sailing over the edge of the harbor.
"What's your plan of action, sir?" Gillette asks Norrington quickly.
"Perhaps," Governor Swann says, looking from his daughter to the young woman he'd harbored for the past two years. "On the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?"
"Mr. Turner." Norrington says as he steps away from Elizabeth to unsheathe his sword.
"I will accept the consequences of my actions." Will says when Jacque pulls at his arm, silently asking him not to take that chance.
"This is a beautiful sword." He says, admiring said sword. "I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life."
"Thank you." Will says, acknowledging the small complement paid by the proud Commodore.
"Commodore!" Gillette calls, running up to Norrington as he rejoins Elizabeth. "What about Sparrow?"
"Well," Norrington says, pausing for am moment to look down at his fiancé before looking back to his officer. "I think we can afford to give him one day's head start."
Governor Swann nods to his daughter as she and Norrington leave the battlement and walks up to Jacque and Will.
"Jacque," He says, smiling at her. "I hope you realize that Elizabeth and I consider you family and hold you in such regards. Are you sure this is the path that you've chosen? After all, he is a blacksmith."
"No," Jacque says with a smile as she slowly removes Will's hat to look into his eyes. "He's a pirate."
Jacque barely notices the Governor's nod of approval before walking off as she gazes into Will's eyes. She leans into his hand as he brings it up to her face softly caressing her cheek as she finally realizes that he truly loves her and that she's second to none in his eyes. Closing her eyes, she sighs in happiness as she receives the one thing she'd wanted to feel since the two of you had arrived in Port Royal; the surprisingly soft caress of Will's lips while his callused hand cups her cheek. Ignoring the gorgeous sunset and all else around them, Jacque lifts her arms to encircle Will's neck as she looses herself in the perfection of bliss.
*
It had taken only one day for the Pearl to make its way back to the dreaded Isle de Muerta. You leap out of the rowboat and run into the cavern, smiling widely at the mere thought of what even a handful of this treasure would bring. You hear two gasps of breath behind you and turn to find that Gibbs and Anamaria are seemingly frozen in place by the splendor resting within the caves. You watch as Jack strolls casually into the cavern with an extremely amused expression on his face when he sees the two. Shrugging, he saunters over to the nearest heap of gold and finds a crown to place upon his head. Taking it as his cue to grab what you wanted at the moment, you circle a nearby pile critically, scanning it for the mist valuable and unique trinkets.
Your quest for the perfect treasure is immediately forgotten, however, as soon as you recognize a browning apple core lying on the gold. Quickly, you walk over to the pile of gold where the Aztec chest stands and circle it, your eyes slowly widening in fear.
"Jack," You say cautiously as he walks over to you, curious as to why you haven't taken any treasure yet. "Wasn't there supposed to be a body here?"
**********THE END**********
A/N: Well, that's it! I know that the Jacque/will part was really smutty, but I kinda figured that'd work for her. I hope that I've left you all hanging on for more, but, unfortunately, the sequel to Slightly Hazy won't be making an appearance until around the first week of June. I thought I'd leave you a couple of unanswered questions to look foreword to:
How did you and Jacque get thrown into the past? Will there be any consequences? Is Barbossa alive? What's going to happen with you and Jack?
Thank you so much and I'd like to go out with a bang, if you please, so I'm shooting for hitting the 400 mark for this chapter.
REVIEW RESPONSES:
YueMichiruNaragisawaMiko: Thanks. Rin gives you stuff? Do I count? I've always been amused that my name can be shortened to Rin. I guess it's another reason Sess's mine! ^.~
Sess: I'm not a- Oh I give up. *pouts*
Yes, Will is rather stupid, but we'll pretend that Jacque can cure that.
Dailysuicide718: Thanks, I hope you won't have to threaten me for this chappie.
SeXySuPeRsTaR: You didn't get a review response? *checks last chappie* Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. Can you ever forgive me *puppy eyes* This was the first PotC fic you've ever read? I'm honored.
Baby Goo Goo 2: Thanks. Yeah, I'm definitely doing a sequel, I just don't know what I'm going to do with the plot yet ^.^
Ayashe: Thanks, I will be doing a sequel, but you're going to have a few Saturdays free until the sequel. Yeah fluff!
Bonnie Lass: Yeah Jack-lovin! ^.~ Thanks, my creativity sorta died when it came to what the whelps were up to, and I actually considered excluding any of Jacque's viewpoint from this chap, but I figured, since this is her gift, that I'd have to put some in. We've only been there for two years, so our crimes aren't that bad- plus, we haven't been caught much ^.^
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Crystal-Saffron: Thanks. Sess amuses me too ^.~ Hey, you fell down a well? Where'd you end up? I hope you're able to see Sess soon, but, take into consideration that my Sess has been exposed to the 21st century, so his personality's a little tweaked. Thanks so much for the wonderful review!
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She-hobbit: Thanks. I feel the same way as you about a sequel- It's boom or bust but I'm willing to try and always want to hear your comments and criticisms on it.
ReynSparrow: BANG! Thanks. Sorry, but, as much as I love the Jack-lovin', this is a fic for my friend and is still PG-13. But, maybe you'll see something in the sequel *winks* Sorry, but I had to end this fic with a cliffie rather than steamy jack-ness. Actually, it's pretty late, so I'm afraid to reread this, especially the Jacque/will crap I wrote...
Lolo Fruit: It's a plushie it can't bite- it growls! ^.^ Ok, you go kick those butterflies then, tell me how it goes.
QueenOfCurls: It's finally over. Did you like it? It's kinda more of a Christmas/birthday fic now... Time? You have free time?
RK9: Thanks. In celebration/condolences of the end I give you the eternal gift of sugar! *hands RK9 pocky, chocolate chip cookies, and airheads* Have fun ^.~
ChaoticLightningStorm: Thanks. Knives rock. Hope you tune in to the sequel!
Bluelady198: Evil math *growls* Worse- Evil AP tests which I must take on Friday. Sess save me!
Sess: *looks up from book and raises eyebrow*
He's soooo helpful. Hope you get an e-mail this time.
Stacey Lofton: Thanks, I'd always wondered at that in-between stuff and decided to try my hand at it. Yeah, I actually have a speech due Monday and an AP test on Friday, so I should be doing my homework too... I can't wait to hear what your muse is like!
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