Just an Illusion, by Ortain
Chapter 17 – It Wasn't About Her
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, [author bursts into loud baby sobs and all readers stare as if she should be admitted in the psychiatric ward downtown].
Author's Note: Thanks to one of my beloved reviewers I've found out the POTC 2 doesn't come out until 2006 sniffles. That's like ages away. Not fair, just not fair [pouts]
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Josephine had to get back to the ship, there would be clean water and she could let Jack rest, he seemed to respond to pain and he had a very weak radial pulse. But how to get him all the way to the boat.
She couldn't get back in the way she had come, but then Jack and Barbossa had to have come another way, they had a rowing boat.
She didn't know how to get Jack to the boat and stop the bleeding at the same time. She tore off her shirt (A/N: She's not naked, still has those bandages she tied around her chest remember? Oh but then Barbossa ripped those...*cough* just pretend the bandages reappeared) and wrapped it tightly around Jack's wound.
He muttered something indecipherable, she slung him over her shoulder. He was heavy for her and her knees almost gave way, only her will kept her going.
Every step was harder than the last, Josephine had to stop several times. Jack seemed to be getting heavier. She randomly chose what seemed to be an exit to the cave. Several times she met a dead end and had to rest on the sand.
The fourth time Josephine had reached an inaccessible exit, she collapsed on the sand beneath her. Tears rolled down her eyes and she wondered if she, not to mention Jack would ever make it out of this god forsaken place.
There was blood everywhere, Jack's blood. The shirt was not the most effective tool for stopping it. Josephine pressed her hands to the wound. It wasn't bleeding as much as it did.
Jack stirred slightly, he opened his eyes and saw Josephine. She wiped her blood stained hands on her pants and then touched his face, her expression a mixture of concern and fear. "Jack..." she started to say but then Jack silenced her by putting up his hand.
"Don't say anything Josie..." he murmured "I know a way out of here." He struggled for words, each breath he took was painful. "When you get out of this tunnel to where Barbossa was...take the tunnel on the immediate left to the large treasure chest. Savvy?"
He paused for a while, Josephine digested the information. He started talking again "But stay here for a while...with me." Josephine frowned.
"I'm going to take you with me."
"No...you're not, get yourself out of here while you still have the time, I'm just a burden." Jack looked sincere.
Josephine smiled through her tears and lay down next to Jack turning to face him. She knew she was definitely going to bring Jack with her, no matter what he said. She changed the subject "Jack...why did you throw yourself in front of me."
Jack closed his eyes and sighed as if the answer was obvious "I did it to get rid of Barbossa, if I was 'dead' he would be gone, I figured that out while I was tied up, I knew he had to be gotten rid of somehow."
Josephine was expecting an answer that was somewhat different, something that involved her. "If you had three wishes right now, what would you want." Josephine asked hopefully.
Jack chuckled "This pain to stop, all the riches and all the women in the world. What else would a man want."
In her confusion Josephine realized that it wasn't about her, it would never be about her and no matter how much she loved Jack he wouldn't love her back, she was just another wench to him, another one of those women. But that wasn't what she was supposed to be thinking about, she just wanted to get Jack to the ship.
She stood up, not wanting to waste too much time and picked Jack up ignoring his protests of needing to save herself and leave him.
She found the exit of the cave. In the distance there was the Black Pearl.
After loading Jack and herself into the rowing boat Josephine found that the return trip from the tunnel seemed to be effortless, she had other things on her mind.
Looking down at Jack's face she knew the reason she had dragged him all the way to the exit and why she hadn't killed him while she had the chance.
She had fallen in love with him slowly, she had liked him a lot ever since he comforted her, loved him since he told her he loved her. She had been heart broken when she found him with another woman.
But in his heart he would never really put her first would he? He put things like his ship first and the wellbeing of his crew and...sex and money.
She took out the letter he had written out of her pocket, it was slightly soaked having been in and out of the water. Then ink had run slightly but it was still legible:
Dear...you still won't tell me your name;
I'm sorry I had to hurt you like this, I know it will not make any difference, no matter how I apologize. What has happened has left a wound on you but I believe I can heal it. I believe that with time you and I can forget this little argument.
Sorry I lost my temper with you yesterday. I had seen someone across the bar, a woman that I knew, I owed her some debts and I could not pay her back. When I told her this she told me I could pay her back in another way.
I must confess that when she said that I did think that you would not sleep with me, and this woman would. I forgot about you waiting in the bar for me. I must confess that I had intentions towards her. But today, you've cleared my mind, and you've made me understand that the most beautiful roses, have thorns.
Sincerely,
Captain Jack Sparrow
'The most beautiful roses, have thorns'. What the hell did that mean? Josephine didn't really want to know any more. She scrunched the letter into the ball and threw it into the ocean behind her. It floated around, thrown here and there by the waves before it became soaked and sank. Josephine rowed harder.
The Black Pearl loomed before them and Josephine and Jack were hauled aboard. The crew was glad that they had made it and Josephine soon told them about how Jack had heroically saved his ship and the crew. Jack was brought in to his cabin for further care from Gibbs, he seemed to be the experience one around.
Josephine washed the blood off her hands and put on a clean shirt so her chest would avoid the prying eyes of the crew. The sun was rising. Again she felt lonely, it wasn't about her, nothing was about her. She was just another hostage that they had to demand money for, she wondered what would happen when Jack found that her parent weren't going to pay.
She felt stupid, she thought that Jack had loved her in the brig, she woke up every morning to find his arm around her. In the end he had probably just wanted her bedded. Now he had 'reclaimed' his bed she had nowhere to sleep.
Creeping into Jack's room she found that he was still asleep, or maybe still unconscious. Josephine grabbed a few sheets and a pillow. She looked at him, then sat next to his bed. She touched his face, nobody like him would ever love her.
She got up and left, walking down to the brig she decided that would be where she slept that night. It was actually quite nice at night, it wasn't really cold and the floor was dry. The swishing sound of the waves always put her to sleep.
She was Jack's hostage, it was all she was. None of this was about her, it was just about sex and money.
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_sniff_ [wipes tears dry] Jack's not going to die though, on a happier note. Thank you so much for reviewing guys, I love you all.
Ortain
Chapter 17 – It Wasn't About Her
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, [author bursts into loud baby sobs and all readers stare as if she should be admitted in the psychiatric ward downtown].
Author's Note: Thanks to one of my beloved reviewers I've found out the POTC 2 doesn't come out until 2006 sniffles. That's like ages away. Not fair, just not fair [pouts]
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Josephine had to get back to the ship, there would be clean water and she could let Jack rest, he seemed to respond to pain and he had a very weak radial pulse. But how to get him all the way to the boat.
She couldn't get back in the way she had come, but then Jack and Barbossa had to have come another way, they had a rowing boat.
She didn't know how to get Jack to the boat and stop the bleeding at the same time. She tore off her shirt (A/N: She's not naked, still has those bandages she tied around her chest remember? Oh but then Barbossa ripped those...*cough* just pretend the bandages reappeared) and wrapped it tightly around Jack's wound.
He muttered something indecipherable, she slung him over her shoulder. He was heavy for her and her knees almost gave way, only her will kept her going.
Every step was harder than the last, Josephine had to stop several times. Jack seemed to be getting heavier. She randomly chose what seemed to be an exit to the cave. Several times she met a dead end and had to rest on the sand.
The fourth time Josephine had reached an inaccessible exit, she collapsed on the sand beneath her. Tears rolled down her eyes and she wondered if she, not to mention Jack would ever make it out of this god forsaken place.
There was blood everywhere, Jack's blood. The shirt was not the most effective tool for stopping it. Josephine pressed her hands to the wound. It wasn't bleeding as much as it did.
Jack stirred slightly, he opened his eyes and saw Josephine. She wiped her blood stained hands on her pants and then touched his face, her expression a mixture of concern and fear. "Jack..." she started to say but then Jack silenced her by putting up his hand.
"Don't say anything Josie..." he murmured "I know a way out of here." He struggled for words, each breath he took was painful. "When you get out of this tunnel to where Barbossa was...take the tunnel on the immediate left to the large treasure chest. Savvy?"
He paused for a while, Josephine digested the information. He started talking again "But stay here for a while...with me." Josephine frowned.
"I'm going to take you with me."
"No...you're not, get yourself out of here while you still have the time, I'm just a burden." Jack looked sincere.
Josephine smiled through her tears and lay down next to Jack turning to face him. She knew she was definitely going to bring Jack with her, no matter what he said. She changed the subject "Jack...why did you throw yourself in front of me."
Jack closed his eyes and sighed as if the answer was obvious "I did it to get rid of Barbossa, if I was 'dead' he would be gone, I figured that out while I was tied up, I knew he had to be gotten rid of somehow."
Josephine was expecting an answer that was somewhat different, something that involved her. "If you had three wishes right now, what would you want." Josephine asked hopefully.
Jack chuckled "This pain to stop, all the riches and all the women in the world. What else would a man want."
In her confusion Josephine realized that it wasn't about her, it would never be about her and no matter how much she loved Jack he wouldn't love her back, she was just another wench to him, another one of those women. But that wasn't what she was supposed to be thinking about, she just wanted to get Jack to the ship.
She stood up, not wanting to waste too much time and picked Jack up ignoring his protests of needing to save herself and leave him.
She found the exit of the cave. In the distance there was the Black Pearl.
After loading Jack and herself into the rowing boat Josephine found that the return trip from the tunnel seemed to be effortless, she had other things on her mind.
Looking down at Jack's face she knew the reason she had dragged him all the way to the exit and why she hadn't killed him while she had the chance.
She had fallen in love with him slowly, she had liked him a lot ever since he comforted her, loved him since he told her he loved her. She had been heart broken when she found him with another woman.
But in his heart he would never really put her first would he? He put things like his ship first and the wellbeing of his crew and...sex and money.
She took out the letter he had written out of her pocket, it was slightly soaked having been in and out of the water. Then ink had run slightly but it was still legible:
Dear...you still won't tell me your name;
I'm sorry I had to hurt you like this, I know it will not make any difference, no matter how I apologize. What has happened has left a wound on you but I believe I can heal it. I believe that with time you and I can forget this little argument.
Sorry I lost my temper with you yesterday. I had seen someone across the bar, a woman that I knew, I owed her some debts and I could not pay her back. When I told her this she told me I could pay her back in another way.
I must confess that when she said that I did think that you would not sleep with me, and this woman would. I forgot about you waiting in the bar for me. I must confess that I had intentions towards her. But today, you've cleared my mind, and you've made me understand that the most beautiful roses, have thorns.
Sincerely,
Captain Jack Sparrow
'The most beautiful roses, have thorns'. What the hell did that mean? Josephine didn't really want to know any more. She scrunched the letter into the ball and threw it into the ocean behind her. It floated around, thrown here and there by the waves before it became soaked and sank. Josephine rowed harder.
The Black Pearl loomed before them and Josephine and Jack were hauled aboard. The crew was glad that they had made it and Josephine soon told them about how Jack had heroically saved his ship and the crew. Jack was brought in to his cabin for further care from Gibbs, he seemed to be the experience one around.
Josephine washed the blood off her hands and put on a clean shirt so her chest would avoid the prying eyes of the crew. The sun was rising. Again she felt lonely, it wasn't about her, nothing was about her. She was just another hostage that they had to demand money for, she wondered what would happen when Jack found that her parent weren't going to pay.
She felt stupid, she thought that Jack had loved her in the brig, she woke up every morning to find his arm around her. In the end he had probably just wanted her bedded. Now he had 'reclaimed' his bed she had nowhere to sleep.
Creeping into Jack's room she found that he was still asleep, or maybe still unconscious. Josephine grabbed a few sheets and a pillow. She looked at him, then sat next to his bed. She touched his face, nobody like him would ever love her.
She got up and left, walking down to the brig she decided that would be where she slept that night. It was actually quite nice at night, it wasn't really cold and the floor was dry. The swishing sound of the waves always put her to sleep.
She was Jack's hostage, it was all she was. None of this was about her, it was just about sex and money.
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_sniff_ [wipes tears dry] Jack's not going to die though, on a happier note. Thank you so much for reviewing guys, I love you all.
Ortain