Chapter Who Gives a Fuck?
A/N: A sort of cliffy last time... so shall I get on with it or ramble a bit longer. All Four Readers: No! You're boring!
Freak: Oh, all right then. I'll bugger off then.
A.F.R: Yay!
Freak: Humph. Fine then, I've got better things to do anyway. Like dedicate this to ShortAtentionSpaz on account of she was like the anonymous person who had me on the Author Alert thing.
A.F.R: Get on with it!
Freak: What, I can't be nice to people?
A.F.R: No! Bugger off!
Freak: (Buggers off)
Disclaimer: I've found them! They're in Mordor. Which doesn't exist. Arse. O.K, now what? Oh, I know. I need a fit Elf, four Hobbits that go all deep towards the end, a really powerful wizard that comes back from the dead, a Man who will eventually be a really good King, and the token comic Dwarf. I also need some dirty great eagles...
Jack's PoV
JACK LOOKED out the window. "It's almost dawn," he said quietly. Anamaria yawned and lay back. "Really?" she stretched and winced. The noise had Jack by her side, instantly. She smiled up at him. "I'm so glad you're alright," he cupped her face and bent down to kiss her. She turned her head away. "What?" he asked. Joe and Zane are never going to hurt you again, I promise," he saw the tears on her cheek. Oh arse. He'd never been very good with tears. He brushed them away in an act of desperation. "I promise Annie. They'll never come back, ever." Anamaria sniffed. "I believe you. But, I can't. Not now. Not ever," "But-," "No Jack, seriously, it's complicated. Leave please," Jack drew his eyebrows together, looking hurt. She turned over and lay with her back to him. Maybe things would be clearer in the morning.
Next day
Jack watched the cargo ship, hold full to busting. She looked like a goose, ready for the plucking. And Jack was holding the tweezers. He smiled, though it was wistful. Had been for ages. He would never tell why.
The fight was short, and fairly bloodless. No sooner had the fight started than parlay had been called. They had had good loot though. Now they had the hold full of treasure, and they were heading back to Tortuga. Jack took some rum through to Anamaria. He was one of the blues tonight, as there had been a barrel of good ale, and a case of Jamaican rum. He had left the ale to the men, and taken some of the rum instead. He poured out the strong stuff, and Anamaria swallowed it before asking, "Well, what happened next?" Jack sat back and listened to the sound of cheer coming from the mess, and the men playing cards on the deck briefly, before starting.
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When the dashing captain found the house and came running in, the first thing he saw was Anamaria, seemingly dead. He knelt by her and cursed, vowed vengeance. "What bastard did this to you? I don't need a weapon. I'm gonna tear him limb from limb," "Really. Well, Captain." Joe unfolded from the shadows "That won't be necessary. You'll be joining her very soon." The good captain hid his shock well. "You won't be killing this bastard," "Give me one good reason why not," Jack walked towards Joe, anger radiating off him. "Because I aint a bastard. I'm a bitch," "Yer what? Why didn't you say so? We've got a separate cabin for women," he sighed. "We're quite liberal really. We wouldn't have minded. You could at least tell me why," he settled himself comfortably. "I like a good story." Joe sneered. "What, trying to prolong your life? It won't work. You'll still be dead at the end." "Yeah, but it's not a bad way to go, being told a story by beautiful young women," Jack looked attentive and very handsome. No woman can resist a beautiful man hanging on to every word. She sat also. "Fine then." She started to tell exactly what I have just told you. Then at the end she broke down. "You killed my brother, so I kill your lover and you. But I saw how devastated you were... and I couldn't. I just couldn't. I don't know why. I'm sorry. But how can you kill innocent men? Even if they are Naval officers?" "I don't," Jack replied, simply. "Don't go near the Navy, if I can help it. They're too prejudiced against pirates. Sorry love, you got the wrong man," "What? But I was certain! But. But." She stuttered. "but the sergeant said it was you..." she tailed off. "Well, that's fascinating." He nodded as Joe looked down. "You tell a good story. However, that doesn't let you get away with it," he took out his pistol and shot her cleanly through the head. For a moment, it wasn't the mad woman, Joe, but the happy young lady, Josephine, who looked at him in shock, before she crumpled. "I don't like blackmailers," he looked at her body and sighed. What a wasted life.
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Jack's PoV
"Whilst you were still off with the fairies. Zane killed himself. Couldn't live with himself." Jack looked down. "He never got a Christian burial. He just got chucked over the side." He knocked back some more rum, and then at Anamaria. She was toying with her glass. Then looked up, and her eyes were sad and angry. "She was jealous Jack. That's why she did it. She saw you and I had something she had given up the moment she set foot on the Pearl. The same thing I gave up." "What was that?" Jack took her hand. "Ever having lovers. Ever having kids. This life is too dangerous Jack. You either learn to make sacrifices, or crack. I made sacrifices. God, I made sacrifices. And now, in one night, I've turned my back on it." Jack looked at the bottle in his hands "God, Annie, I'm sorry." He let it show too. "Don't be. It was my fault. I was drunk. I should have known better." She also looked down. Jack sat back. "Did you- did you ever-," he began. "Did I ever what?" she asked. "Did you ever get up real early, to watch the sunrise?" "No," Anamaria looked at him "Why?" "I thought you might like to see whether you can walk outside and see the sun rise. I'll help you if you like," "I'd like that, Jack, very much," she smiled and yawned. "God I'm tired." "Sleep then," he helped her lie back tenderly. "My little Annie," She closed her eyes and smiled sleepily "'M not so little," she mumbled. "You are from this angle." He said to himself. She was so vulnerable. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her cheek.
He was woken in the night by her thrashing about. He looked down on her. She was in the throes of a nightmare. "Mama..." she muttered. He kicked off his boots, (he was sleeping at his desk) and slipped onto the bed with her. He held her in his arms and rocked her, making soothing noises. She half woke up and he said into her hair "Don't worry. I've got you. Jack's got you," She mumbled and he made to get up. "Don' leave me..."She cried out and Jack sat back on the bed.
Next day
They woke just before dawn and Jack was forcibly ejected from the bed. "You were having a nightmare!" he said, holding his hands up. "You wanted me to stay, honest!" Anamaria glared for a moment "On my honour!" he looked as honourable as he knew how. Anamaria laughed. "What honour you scallywag?" she cried. "Yep, I'm a cad only a mother could love!"
Anamaria's PoV
As he said those words she thought. But I love you Jack. And squashed it. No, she couldn't, could she? "Come on then, we was going to see the sunrise?" Jack helped her out to the deck. She was like a kitten, all wobbly and weak. They leaned on the side of her ship. She breathed in the spicy scent of his hair. Who'd have thought that Jack Sparrow would have such a nice smell?
Jack's PoV
Jack enjoyed the feeling of Anamaria's hand on his arm, and the softness of her hair when it brushed his face in the early morning breeze. She turned towards him and started to speak. Suddenly he knew what to do. It was so simple and the opportune moment. He put his fingers on her lips and then up her cheek, caressing her hair. Then he leant in and brushed her lips with his, lightly, oh so lightly. Then he kissed her again, and properly. She responded and as they came up for air he murmured words that he'd only ever directed at the Pearl "I love you." Those three little words. "I need you. You are mine. My own. My finest treasure. The one I'll never give up. Ever. The one that can't be brought or sold. The one that you hoard and look at and keep shiny and new. The one that you love for ever, and the thought of letting it go not only makes you feel ill, but scares you." Anamaria gaped. Jack carried on "All the sacrifices you have made, to whatever god, are null now. There is no point to them, because someone loves you and wants to be with you."
Anamaria's PoV
Anamaria felt her vocal chords come back "I-but- I-," "What?" "I think I love you too." She kissed him, and he kissed her back. And the sacrifices to the god, who ever he or she was, were null. She loved someone, and didn't have to feel guilty. Because that someone loved her back. And no crazy bitch was ever going to take her. He was hers. Forever.
A/N: So, nice traditional happy ending. I think. And Jack Sparrow had a little Gollum moment, which I only just noticed. Actually, I just couldn't resist. I quite fancy an epilogue. Yeah, an epilogue to make it all rosy and bluebird-y (Makes sick noises). Sorry, I've never been very good at romantic. This is my first shot at it.
A/N: A sort of cliffy last time... so shall I get on with it or ramble a bit longer. All Four Readers: No! You're boring!
Freak: Oh, all right then. I'll bugger off then.
A.F.R: Yay!
Freak: Humph. Fine then, I've got better things to do anyway. Like dedicate this to ShortAtentionSpaz on account of she was like the anonymous person who had me on the Author Alert thing.
A.F.R: Get on with it!
Freak: What, I can't be nice to people?
A.F.R: No! Bugger off!
Freak: (Buggers off)
Disclaimer: I've found them! They're in Mordor. Which doesn't exist. Arse. O.K, now what? Oh, I know. I need a fit Elf, four Hobbits that go all deep towards the end, a really powerful wizard that comes back from the dead, a Man who will eventually be a really good King, and the token comic Dwarf. I also need some dirty great eagles...
Jack's PoV
JACK LOOKED out the window. "It's almost dawn," he said quietly. Anamaria yawned and lay back. "Really?" she stretched and winced. The noise had Jack by her side, instantly. She smiled up at him. "I'm so glad you're alright," he cupped her face and bent down to kiss her. She turned her head away. "What?" he asked. Joe and Zane are never going to hurt you again, I promise," he saw the tears on her cheek. Oh arse. He'd never been very good with tears. He brushed them away in an act of desperation. "I promise Annie. They'll never come back, ever." Anamaria sniffed. "I believe you. But, I can't. Not now. Not ever," "But-," "No Jack, seriously, it's complicated. Leave please," Jack drew his eyebrows together, looking hurt. She turned over and lay with her back to him. Maybe things would be clearer in the morning.
Next day
Jack watched the cargo ship, hold full to busting. She looked like a goose, ready for the plucking. And Jack was holding the tweezers. He smiled, though it was wistful. Had been for ages. He would never tell why.
The fight was short, and fairly bloodless. No sooner had the fight started than parlay had been called. They had had good loot though. Now they had the hold full of treasure, and they were heading back to Tortuga. Jack took some rum through to Anamaria. He was one of the blues tonight, as there had been a barrel of good ale, and a case of Jamaican rum. He had left the ale to the men, and taken some of the rum instead. He poured out the strong stuff, and Anamaria swallowed it before asking, "Well, what happened next?" Jack sat back and listened to the sound of cheer coming from the mess, and the men playing cards on the deck briefly, before starting.
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When the dashing captain found the house and came running in, the first thing he saw was Anamaria, seemingly dead. He knelt by her and cursed, vowed vengeance. "What bastard did this to you? I don't need a weapon. I'm gonna tear him limb from limb," "Really. Well, Captain." Joe unfolded from the shadows "That won't be necessary. You'll be joining her very soon." The good captain hid his shock well. "You won't be killing this bastard," "Give me one good reason why not," Jack walked towards Joe, anger radiating off him. "Because I aint a bastard. I'm a bitch," "Yer what? Why didn't you say so? We've got a separate cabin for women," he sighed. "We're quite liberal really. We wouldn't have minded. You could at least tell me why," he settled himself comfortably. "I like a good story." Joe sneered. "What, trying to prolong your life? It won't work. You'll still be dead at the end." "Yeah, but it's not a bad way to go, being told a story by beautiful young women," Jack looked attentive and very handsome. No woman can resist a beautiful man hanging on to every word. She sat also. "Fine then." She started to tell exactly what I have just told you. Then at the end she broke down. "You killed my brother, so I kill your lover and you. But I saw how devastated you were... and I couldn't. I just couldn't. I don't know why. I'm sorry. But how can you kill innocent men? Even if they are Naval officers?" "I don't," Jack replied, simply. "Don't go near the Navy, if I can help it. They're too prejudiced against pirates. Sorry love, you got the wrong man," "What? But I was certain! But. But." She stuttered. "but the sergeant said it was you..." she tailed off. "Well, that's fascinating." He nodded as Joe looked down. "You tell a good story. However, that doesn't let you get away with it," he took out his pistol and shot her cleanly through the head. For a moment, it wasn't the mad woman, Joe, but the happy young lady, Josephine, who looked at him in shock, before she crumpled. "I don't like blackmailers," he looked at her body and sighed. What a wasted life.
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Jack's PoV
"Whilst you were still off with the fairies. Zane killed himself. Couldn't live with himself." Jack looked down. "He never got a Christian burial. He just got chucked over the side." He knocked back some more rum, and then at Anamaria. She was toying with her glass. Then looked up, and her eyes were sad and angry. "She was jealous Jack. That's why she did it. She saw you and I had something she had given up the moment she set foot on the Pearl. The same thing I gave up." "What was that?" Jack took her hand. "Ever having lovers. Ever having kids. This life is too dangerous Jack. You either learn to make sacrifices, or crack. I made sacrifices. God, I made sacrifices. And now, in one night, I've turned my back on it." Jack looked at the bottle in his hands "God, Annie, I'm sorry." He let it show too. "Don't be. It was my fault. I was drunk. I should have known better." She also looked down. Jack sat back. "Did you- did you ever-," he began. "Did I ever what?" she asked. "Did you ever get up real early, to watch the sunrise?" "No," Anamaria looked at him "Why?" "I thought you might like to see whether you can walk outside and see the sun rise. I'll help you if you like," "I'd like that, Jack, very much," she smiled and yawned. "God I'm tired." "Sleep then," he helped her lie back tenderly. "My little Annie," She closed her eyes and smiled sleepily "'M not so little," she mumbled. "You are from this angle." He said to himself. She was so vulnerable. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her cheek.
He was woken in the night by her thrashing about. He looked down on her. She was in the throes of a nightmare. "Mama..." she muttered. He kicked off his boots, (he was sleeping at his desk) and slipped onto the bed with her. He held her in his arms and rocked her, making soothing noises. She half woke up and he said into her hair "Don't worry. I've got you. Jack's got you," She mumbled and he made to get up. "Don' leave me..."She cried out and Jack sat back on the bed.
Next day
They woke just before dawn and Jack was forcibly ejected from the bed. "You were having a nightmare!" he said, holding his hands up. "You wanted me to stay, honest!" Anamaria glared for a moment "On my honour!" he looked as honourable as he knew how. Anamaria laughed. "What honour you scallywag?" she cried. "Yep, I'm a cad only a mother could love!"
Anamaria's PoV
As he said those words she thought. But I love you Jack. And squashed it. No, she couldn't, could she? "Come on then, we was going to see the sunrise?" Jack helped her out to the deck. She was like a kitten, all wobbly and weak. They leaned on the side of her ship. She breathed in the spicy scent of his hair. Who'd have thought that Jack Sparrow would have such a nice smell?
Jack's PoV
Jack enjoyed the feeling of Anamaria's hand on his arm, and the softness of her hair when it brushed his face in the early morning breeze. She turned towards him and started to speak. Suddenly he knew what to do. It was so simple and the opportune moment. He put his fingers on her lips and then up her cheek, caressing her hair. Then he leant in and brushed her lips with his, lightly, oh so lightly. Then he kissed her again, and properly. She responded and as they came up for air he murmured words that he'd only ever directed at the Pearl "I love you." Those three little words. "I need you. You are mine. My own. My finest treasure. The one I'll never give up. Ever. The one that can't be brought or sold. The one that you hoard and look at and keep shiny and new. The one that you love for ever, and the thought of letting it go not only makes you feel ill, but scares you." Anamaria gaped. Jack carried on "All the sacrifices you have made, to whatever god, are null now. There is no point to them, because someone loves you and wants to be with you."
Anamaria's PoV
Anamaria felt her vocal chords come back "I-but- I-," "What?" "I think I love you too." She kissed him, and he kissed her back. And the sacrifices to the god, who ever he or she was, were null. She loved someone, and didn't have to feel guilty. Because that someone loved her back. And no crazy bitch was ever going to take her. He was hers. Forever.
A/N: So, nice traditional happy ending. I think. And Jack Sparrow had a little Gollum moment, which I only just noticed. Actually, I just couldn't resist. I quite fancy an epilogue. Yeah, an epilogue to make it all rosy and bluebird-y (Makes sick noises). Sorry, I've never been very good at romantic. This is my first shot at it.