My Goddess
Cheating Death
Chapter 2: Broken Wings
Summery: Jack knew Barbossa was dead, but what happens when his mutinous first mate convinces the angel of death to allow him and his crew to seek their revenge against Jack? And what happens when the angel of death gets involved? Better than it sounds! Promise!
Disclaimer: PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN IS MINE!!! MINE, YOU HEAR ME?! MIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!! -struggles in straight jacket until some guy comes over and gives her a sedative- MIIIiiinnee... mi-ne...
A/N: Many of you are probably wondering what the hell happened in the last chapter. Many of you are confused and ask yourselves many MIND NUMBING questions. Where's Barbossa? Where're Will and Elizabeth? Why the fuck is Jack in Paris?! (O'course some of you bastards don't care one way or another... but anyway) Even if you're not wondering, read and find out! Then you can review and make me some jell-o! In those egg molds for Easter! Yanno what I'm talking about? Yes? No? If you're still reading... either you're stupid, crazy or have a lot of spare time. Personally, I am all three. Wooo.
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Jack slowly opened his eyes. Nothing woke him, he just woke up. His whole body ached. He gave a moan, put a hand over his eyes and tried to collect events form the night before. He smiled partially while doing this. Memory lost and his pounding headache could only be the result of one thing: rum (or at least some type of alcohol, but he wasn't going to get into the details and all that rubbish). Jack eyes shot open as last night came pouring painfully into his blurred mind. And almost as if someone qued the noise, a flood of sound pounded in his ears. He winced. They were the same sounds from the night before except for the absence of music coming through the floor.
"Don't they ever stop?" Jack muttered through gritted teeth.
"Sin never stops; feels too good."
Jack jumped and sat up, though not as quickly as you'd expect.
At first he didn't recognize the woman in the lounge chair next to the balcony doors, though he soon remembered. A strange, amused feeling erupted at the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling she hadn't come back for a visit after a good nights sleep in her own bed. "Did we—"
The woman laughed. What was her name again? "No, we didn't. We were both so slobbering drunk last night that we couldn't do anything more than stumble up the stairs and collapse into bed."
She seemed extremely amused by the ending of the night. Not that Jack wasn't, but most women wouldn't be too happy of the fact that either she'd been subdued so close to sin or nothing happened so she couldn't get paid and a whole night was wasted. They were usually one or the other; though this woman seemed to have a man's feeling about it.
Oh yeah, that really reassured Jack. Now he had to juggle in his already aching head with the risk that he slept with a man. And even if he didn't, dancing and drinking with one so intimately was bad enough.
The (hopefully) woman started to laugh again and covered her mouth to hinder it. The first thought that came to Jack was the horror that she could read his mind. Though he felt extremely stupid a second after he had collected his sanity and gained a hold on reality again.
He blinked once to get rid of his idle mind-wandering and looked over the (please God, let her be a) woman. She had black hair a little bit below her shoulders. He couldn't she the color of her eyes form this distance, though they were definitely blue or gray. A mere glance down confirmed the fact that she was a woman. She was perfectly built. Nothing stuck out strangely or sagged. Breast, thighs, arms, everything was perfectly proportioned. She wore a rather dull and plain dark red dress. Her flawless, smooth skin was complimented with a rather pleasant tan. Strange to see in Paris considering pale, white skin was thought of as fashionable. Of course, it could never be achieved "naturally" through lack of sun so they just covered themselves with make-up. No make-up covered any of her, not even a light powdering of her nose. This woman intrigued him. What was her name again? He remembered it to be peculiar.
"Who are you again, luv?" Jack asked bluntly. No reason to pretend he remembered.
She smiled. "Theal." Yes, that was it.
"Strange name." Jack noted.
She shrugged. "Not very common, no, but it doesn't make it all that strange."
"I meant no offence." Jack said quickly.
"Offence?" Theal smiled. "You'll have to do a lot more than that to offend me in the slightest. Just because you believe my name is odd isn't going to make me all emotional and upset."
"Good." That's all that Jack could really say.
A silence less awkward than most but still uncomfortable fell between them. Laughter and shouts and loud movement came through the walls. Jack hated silences, though he hated even more the urges to speak of nothing just to get rid of the silences. On second thought: he hated silence more. "Wut did we exactly do last night? It's all just a quick, sped up blur to me."
"We danced, drank rum, danced and drank at the same time, we joined a table of other drunks and laughed of nothing and we stumbled up the steps." Theal recalled. "I had a little opium now and again, though I don't remember you having any."
Jack shook his head. "I don't fancy drugs too much."
"Good for you." Theal said. "Drugs'll kill you, yanno."
Jack looked at her blankly. "Will they now? Never heard of anything like that."
"Aye, overdose is common. But it's not too well known that just doing them will kill ya."
"If you believe that drugs will kill you, why do you still do them?"
Theal smiled. "It's known that alcohol will kill you; I don't see you taking a vow of sobriety."
There was a loud bang from outside the balcony. Both of them jumped. Birds flew past their window and the flutter of wings filled the room as well as their frantic shadows.
"What in Hell's name was that?" Theal exclaimed.
"Noon cannon." Jack said, calming his nerves. He never used to be this jumpy.
"Noon cannon?" Theal asked.
"Aye, luv. Everyday at noon, they fire a cannon from the Eiffel Tower. S'posed to make it so everyone's watches are together."
"Oh." Theal said as he watched her tense shoulders relax.
Silence once again ensued. It was humid and the discomfort hung in the air. It was Theal's turn to break it. "Tell me, what are you doing here in Paris, "Cap'n" Sparrow?" Theal asked, resting her head on her arms. "You are not from here, I can tell from your accent. I assume you were a sailor, a captain obviously. You're too strong and tan to be some fancy boy from Paris."
"How did you know my name?" Jack asked.
"You introduced yourself after a couple drinks."
He nodded. "Aye, I was drunk. That would explain why I introduced myself like that."
An odd, almost menacing smile crossed Theal's lips. "You're a pirate, aren't you?"
Jack laughed. "I was, aye."
"You aren't anymore?" Theal asked.
Jack sighed and lay down on his back again. "Naw. Retired, I guess you could say. Moved to Paris cause of the parties and drinkin' and whores. Though all of them seem overrated."
"Why did you retire?" Theal asked, actually sounding interested. "Did it just get too old?"
"Naw." Jack hesitated. "My ship went down. Damn Royal Navy bastards shot one too many holes into it." Jack's stomach knotted.
"What happened to the crew?" Theal asked.
Jack didn't answer.
"No reason to not just steal another one." Theal quickly changed the subject.
Jack turned his head to look at her. She was beautiful. "Ya ever hear someone say something to the effect of even though someone's dead, they're still here in spirit?" Theal nodded. "Well, let's jus' say it's the opposite for me, luv. My body may still be here but my spirit went down with that ship. I jus' won't kill myself. Either I'm not coward enough or am too cowardly to."
Theal paused. "Good memories though, I suppose." Theal forced a small smile that faded quickly, almost as if she felt guilty.
"Aye, there were." Jack said, and frowned. "Though now that I've had time to think about it, I really only had the Pearl a couple years. Captured a lot of boats with her; I got a lot of loot. All of it squandered quickly in Tortuga and other various ports. Only had her two years before my damned first mate and me crew committed mutiny. Took me ten years to get her back. I had her eighteen months and she sank down to Davey Jones' Locker."
"When was that?" Theal asked sadly.
"Year ago." Jack murmured. He paused. "Never actually told anyone that before. Anything of the Pearl, I mean."
Silence started to regained control. "I see you're not from here either." Jack said quickly. He couldn't quite place her accent, though.
"My story isn't quite as interesting as that of a pirate's." Theal smiled, looking at the floor. "I just walked."
Jack frowned. "Walked?"
"Yeah, I lived in a little town north of France. I just walked down to Paris. Long way to walk, really, but still... nothing interesting happened. Get money from odd jobs. Nothing special about it really." She looked back up at Jack. "The Caribbean's nice, I suppose." She obviously liked hearing stories more than telling them.
"Sometimes it's not, during storms or the hottest days of the year, but it's nice—"Jack yawned. "—any other time." Tiredness quickly, almost unnaturally, overthrew him.
Grogginess compelled him to sleep. Jack closed his eyes. A cold chill fell into the room and Jack could sense the sun fade through his eyelids. He could feel the bed sink down slightly from weight.
"Sleep." Jack heard Theal whisper into his ear. "Rest does the body and spirit good, even for those who supposedly don't have one."
And just as Jack fell asleep, he could have sworn that Theal gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
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A/N: Alright... so it only answered one of the questions. And it looks like a lied in the last chapter about Barbossa being in this chapter. He was only in my author's notes (including this one) and Jack mentioned him. Didn't even say his name! I would have put him in but the chapter is so long as it is. I don't want people getting bored on me now! Don't want people thinking, "Oh my god! This is like homework! -gasp, hiss, dies-" Ok, I promise Will, Elizabeth and Barbossa will be in the next chapter. I'll make goddamn sure of it!
Cheating Death
Chapter 2: Broken Wings
Summery: Jack knew Barbossa was dead, but what happens when his mutinous first mate convinces the angel of death to allow him and his crew to seek their revenge against Jack? And what happens when the angel of death gets involved? Better than it sounds! Promise!
Disclaimer: PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN IS MINE!!! MINE, YOU HEAR ME?! MIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!! -struggles in straight jacket until some guy comes over and gives her a sedative- MIIIiiinnee... mi-ne...
A/N: Many of you are probably wondering what the hell happened in the last chapter. Many of you are confused and ask yourselves many MIND NUMBING questions. Where's Barbossa? Where're Will and Elizabeth? Why the fuck is Jack in Paris?! (O'course some of you bastards don't care one way or another... but anyway) Even if you're not wondering, read and find out! Then you can review and make me some jell-o! In those egg molds for Easter! Yanno what I'm talking about? Yes? No? If you're still reading... either you're stupid, crazy or have a lot of spare time. Personally, I am all three. Wooo.
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Jack slowly opened his eyes. Nothing woke him, he just woke up. His whole body ached. He gave a moan, put a hand over his eyes and tried to collect events form the night before. He smiled partially while doing this. Memory lost and his pounding headache could only be the result of one thing: rum (or at least some type of alcohol, but he wasn't going to get into the details and all that rubbish). Jack eyes shot open as last night came pouring painfully into his blurred mind. And almost as if someone qued the noise, a flood of sound pounded in his ears. He winced. They were the same sounds from the night before except for the absence of music coming through the floor.
"Don't they ever stop?" Jack muttered through gritted teeth.
"Sin never stops; feels too good."
Jack jumped and sat up, though not as quickly as you'd expect.
At first he didn't recognize the woman in the lounge chair next to the balcony doors, though he soon remembered. A strange, amused feeling erupted at the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling she hadn't come back for a visit after a good nights sleep in her own bed. "Did we—"
The woman laughed. What was her name again? "No, we didn't. We were both so slobbering drunk last night that we couldn't do anything more than stumble up the stairs and collapse into bed."
She seemed extremely amused by the ending of the night. Not that Jack wasn't, but most women wouldn't be too happy of the fact that either she'd been subdued so close to sin or nothing happened so she couldn't get paid and a whole night was wasted. They were usually one or the other; though this woman seemed to have a man's feeling about it.
Oh yeah, that really reassured Jack. Now he had to juggle in his already aching head with the risk that he slept with a man. And even if he didn't, dancing and drinking with one so intimately was bad enough.
The (hopefully) woman started to laugh again and covered her mouth to hinder it. The first thought that came to Jack was the horror that she could read his mind. Though he felt extremely stupid a second after he had collected his sanity and gained a hold on reality again.
He blinked once to get rid of his idle mind-wandering and looked over the (please God, let her be a) woman. She had black hair a little bit below her shoulders. He couldn't she the color of her eyes form this distance, though they were definitely blue or gray. A mere glance down confirmed the fact that she was a woman. She was perfectly built. Nothing stuck out strangely or sagged. Breast, thighs, arms, everything was perfectly proportioned. She wore a rather dull and plain dark red dress. Her flawless, smooth skin was complimented with a rather pleasant tan. Strange to see in Paris considering pale, white skin was thought of as fashionable. Of course, it could never be achieved "naturally" through lack of sun so they just covered themselves with make-up. No make-up covered any of her, not even a light powdering of her nose. This woman intrigued him. What was her name again? He remembered it to be peculiar.
"Who are you again, luv?" Jack asked bluntly. No reason to pretend he remembered.
She smiled. "Theal." Yes, that was it.
"Strange name." Jack noted.
She shrugged. "Not very common, no, but it doesn't make it all that strange."
"I meant no offence." Jack said quickly.
"Offence?" Theal smiled. "You'll have to do a lot more than that to offend me in the slightest. Just because you believe my name is odd isn't going to make me all emotional and upset."
"Good." That's all that Jack could really say.
A silence less awkward than most but still uncomfortable fell between them. Laughter and shouts and loud movement came through the walls. Jack hated silences, though he hated even more the urges to speak of nothing just to get rid of the silences. On second thought: he hated silence more. "Wut did we exactly do last night? It's all just a quick, sped up blur to me."
"We danced, drank rum, danced and drank at the same time, we joined a table of other drunks and laughed of nothing and we stumbled up the steps." Theal recalled. "I had a little opium now and again, though I don't remember you having any."
Jack shook his head. "I don't fancy drugs too much."
"Good for you." Theal said. "Drugs'll kill you, yanno."
Jack looked at her blankly. "Will they now? Never heard of anything like that."
"Aye, overdose is common. But it's not too well known that just doing them will kill ya."
"If you believe that drugs will kill you, why do you still do them?"
Theal smiled. "It's known that alcohol will kill you; I don't see you taking a vow of sobriety."
There was a loud bang from outside the balcony. Both of them jumped. Birds flew past their window and the flutter of wings filled the room as well as their frantic shadows.
"What in Hell's name was that?" Theal exclaimed.
"Noon cannon." Jack said, calming his nerves. He never used to be this jumpy.
"Noon cannon?" Theal asked.
"Aye, luv. Everyday at noon, they fire a cannon from the Eiffel Tower. S'posed to make it so everyone's watches are together."
"Oh." Theal said as he watched her tense shoulders relax.
Silence once again ensued. It was humid and the discomfort hung in the air. It was Theal's turn to break it. "Tell me, what are you doing here in Paris, "Cap'n" Sparrow?" Theal asked, resting her head on her arms. "You are not from here, I can tell from your accent. I assume you were a sailor, a captain obviously. You're too strong and tan to be some fancy boy from Paris."
"How did you know my name?" Jack asked.
"You introduced yourself after a couple drinks."
He nodded. "Aye, I was drunk. That would explain why I introduced myself like that."
An odd, almost menacing smile crossed Theal's lips. "You're a pirate, aren't you?"
Jack laughed. "I was, aye."
"You aren't anymore?" Theal asked.
Jack sighed and lay down on his back again. "Naw. Retired, I guess you could say. Moved to Paris cause of the parties and drinkin' and whores. Though all of them seem overrated."
"Why did you retire?" Theal asked, actually sounding interested. "Did it just get too old?"
"Naw." Jack hesitated. "My ship went down. Damn Royal Navy bastards shot one too many holes into it." Jack's stomach knotted.
"What happened to the crew?" Theal asked.
Jack didn't answer.
"No reason to not just steal another one." Theal quickly changed the subject.
Jack turned his head to look at her. She was beautiful. "Ya ever hear someone say something to the effect of even though someone's dead, they're still here in spirit?" Theal nodded. "Well, let's jus' say it's the opposite for me, luv. My body may still be here but my spirit went down with that ship. I jus' won't kill myself. Either I'm not coward enough or am too cowardly to."
Theal paused. "Good memories though, I suppose." Theal forced a small smile that faded quickly, almost as if she felt guilty.
"Aye, there were." Jack said, and frowned. "Though now that I've had time to think about it, I really only had the Pearl a couple years. Captured a lot of boats with her; I got a lot of loot. All of it squandered quickly in Tortuga and other various ports. Only had her two years before my damned first mate and me crew committed mutiny. Took me ten years to get her back. I had her eighteen months and she sank down to Davey Jones' Locker."
"When was that?" Theal asked sadly.
"Year ago." Jack murmured. He paused. "Never actually told anyone that before. Anything of the Pearl, I mean."
Silence started to regained control. "I see you're not from here either." Jack said quickly. He couldn't quite place her accent, though.
"My story isn't quite as interesting as that of a pirate's." Theal smiled, looking at the floor. "I just walked."
Jack frowned. "Walked?"
"Yeah, I lived in a little town north of France. I just walked down to Paris. Long way to walk, really, but still... nothing interesting happened. Get money from odd jobs. Nothing special about it really." She looked back up at Jack. "The Caribbean's nice, I suppose." She obviously liked hearing stories more than telling them.
"Sometimes it's not, during storms or the hottest days of the year, but it's nice—"Jack yawned. "—any other time." Tiredness quickly, almost unnaturally, overthrew him.
Grogginess compelled him to sleep. Jack closed his eyes. A cold chill fell into the room and Jack could sense the sun fade through his eyelids. He could feel the bed sink down slightly from weight.
"Sleep." Jack heard Theal whisper into his ear. "Rest does the body and spirit good, even for those who supposedly don't have one."
And just as Jack fell asleep, he could have sworn that Theal gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
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A/N: Alright... so it only answered one of the questions. And it looks like a lied in the last chapter about Barbossa being in this chapter. He was only in my author's notes (including this one) and Jack mentioned him. Didn't even say his name! I would have put him in but the chapter is so long as it is. I don't want people getting bored on me now! Don't want people thinking, "Oh my god! This is like homework! -gasp, hiss, dies-" Ok, I promise Will, Elizabeth and Barbossa will be in the next chapter. I'll make goddamn sure of it!