Disclaimers: The characters directly from PotC are not mine. I only lay claim to the compilation of the words, and the character portrayed as "you".
Author's Note: My apologies for the delay in Chapter Two; I've been working on some Law & Order: SVU fic, namely "Chestnuts Burning", and haven't had much time on my hands. Now, however, I have put together the second chapter, and I hope that you enjoy it! Oh, you can substitute the given first name for anything that you wish; I just wanted to put something in, other than just (your name). That kind of kills the story, in my opinion. So, without any further delays, I give you Chapter Two! Enjoy!
You can see the ship get closer, and closer, and your heart leaps up into your throat. If you are caught with pirates, who knows what could happen! You know how much trouble you could get into, especially if you are caught around...
"Jack!" Elizabeth screams. You look up, and see that Elizabeth has her arms wrapped around a man, an older man. You think to yourself that, for what you can see of him, he is very attractive, but push the thought away immediately; he is a pirate, and pirates are not welcome in Port Royale, so they are not welcome to you.
"'Ello, luv," Jack smiles at Elizabeth. "Good to see ye'."
"Where's Will?" Elizabeth asks, impatiently, as you roll your eyes. There are pirates here, she is hugging one of them, and all she cares about is where Will is. You watch Jack, as he pulls away, and lets his face fall.
"Sorry, luv," he says. "Man overboard." Elizabeth smacks him in the arm, playfully, and they both begin to laugh. "No, he's under. Be up in a minute, he will." You continue to watch in amazement; none of the Navy have even tried to apprehend these criminals, and you can't understand why. You look at Jack, not believing that he could be so daft as to actually dock at Port Royale. No pirates had ever done so before, that you can remember, and it would seem very unlikely that they should feel safe to do so now.
You look at Elizabeth, who looks back at you, and smiles. "This is Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, luv," Jack corrects. You notice the unhidden slur that hangs on each of his words. It is as if he is drunk, but you know that he isn't.
"Pleased to meet you, Captain Sparrow," you say, forcing the lie to roll off of your tongue. He takes your hand, and takes it up to the level of his face. He kisses it, and smiles.
"The feeling is mutual, luv." You smile a little, and feel heat in your face. The only person who had ever kissed your hand was Will, as a courtesy, and, of course, there was the Commodore. That had been an experience that you would have greatfully forgone. "Elizabeth," you hear Jack say, snapping you out of your banter of thoughts. "Since this lady is damned to keep her name a secret, perhaps you might share it with me?" You look at Elizabeth, who just laughs.
"Jack, this is my good friend, (your name)," she informs him. "(You) Duvarian." Jack jerks a little at hearing your name, and he looks at you.
"Duvarian, eh?" You nod. "Well, Miss Duvarian, the pleasure of our meeting is undoubtedly felt only by myself, am I right?" As you allow Jack's words to register in your mind, you hear someone calling to Elizabeth.
"Will!" she yells back, and you have to hold back a fit of laughter, as you watch Will try and spin Elizabeth around in her dress. He trips over a stray ribbon, and drops her, and you can no longer contain your laughter. You look down at your friends, and Elizabeth sticks her tongue out at you. Suddenly, a raspy, husky voice whispering in you ear startles you.
"Cute couple, wouldn't you agree?" You attempt to turn your head, but don't get very far before bumping your head into Jack's face.
"Sorry," you apologize, sympathetically. Even though he is a pirate, you really don't intend to hurt him. After all, that is what you have the soldiers of Port Royale for, right? "Yeah, right," you think to yourself, with a small laugh. "Half of them probably don't even know how to swim." Your laughter, as quick as it is, manages to attract the attention of the older man standing beside you.
"Something catching your interest?" he asks, his words still slurred. You shake your head, and look down, not really wanting to talk much to Jack. In all actuality, it has nothing to do with not wanting to talk with him; you just have a hard time talking with men, and an even harder time not blushing immediately when they look at you. You look up, and see that Will has found his way over to where you are standing.
"Hello, (you)," he says, bowing, and kissing your hand. You laugh, and courtsey; if he wanting to keep acting like such a gentleman in front of Jack, then the least that you can do is to act like a proper lady.
"It's good to see you, Will." Once you both regain your original stance, you hug one another, just as always. You are happy to know that, even though Will has joined the class of pirates, he is still the same as the day that you met. Well, more or less. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. And you?"
"Fairly decent," you say, with a smile. "I have an idea," you exclaim, as a stray thought drifts into your head. "Why don't we all go back to my house. My father and mother are away for the season, so the house is ours, so long as you don't mind a few servants roaming around."
"Sounds like fun," Elizabeth agrees, knowing already that the house was free for a while. "Will?"
"Sounds fine to me," he says, with a smile. "How about you Jack?" The expression on your face freezes for a moment, as the thought of having a pirate in your private living quarters rakes its way over your skin; as far as you are concerned, being mauled by a bear would be less painful.
"I don't think so, Will," you hear Jack say, and you are able to catch what seems to be a hint of disappointment in Jack's voice. "Judging by the look on the lady's face, I don't think that I am much welcome." You hear his final words, and look at him, for the first time realizing that you have a look of thoughtful disgust laying across your face.
"(You)?" Will asks, almost pleading. "Would you prefer that Jack stay behind?" You know that you have to make a decision, and you hate to do it, but you know how much this man means to your friends.
"Of course he is, Will," you assure him. You look up at Jack, and give as sincere a smile as you can, without making it appear fake. "Come, Captain Sparrow. My home awaits us all." Jack nods, and shifts his body from the right to the left.
"Why, thank ye', luv," he accepts, with a smile. While silently considering what you have just done, you can't help but feel as if you might have fun getting to know this Captain Jack Sparrow. You shake your head, hoping to get rid of any thoughts of gaining a new friend in this man. No matter how much he means to your friends, the man is still a pirate, and familiarity with such an individual is something that you simply will not have.
Author's Note: Chapter three is on the way, I promise. I also plan to make the next few chapters longer, so I hope that you will keep reading! I am also anxious to read your reviews about this chapter, whether or not you think that I should continue, as well as where you would like the story to go. (I am always curious about this in a chaptered story). Well, I await your thoughts! Until the next chapter...