Tara was surprised at how safe she felt on the deserted ship. She
walked to the side, and stared into the water, her thoughts mainly on Jack.
She was beginning to remember things from last night. Rum, then a lot of silly laughter...
~~~~~In Tara's Head~~~~~
Tara stared at the stars as Jack drained his bottle of rum.
"Aren't the stars lovely tonight?" she asked absently.
"Not as lovely as you," said Jack.
He leaned closer to her, his eyes semi-closed, ready for the kiss...
Tara fainted just as his lips brushed hers.
~~~~~End of Daydream~~~~~
As the Tara in her head fainted, so did the real Tara. Her eyes closed, her head fell to her chest, and she slumped lifelessly over the side into the dark water.
Jack was climbing onto the Pearl. He was going to talk to Tara. She wasn't going to get out of it. He had to tell her he was sorry. He had never been so sorry.
Then he heard the loud splash of something hitting the water on the other side of the boat.
"Tara!" he shouted.
He ran around, stripping off his hat, coat and various other effects as he went. Then he saw the place where she had fallen, the water disturbed. He dived in.
It was hard to see in the dark. No, scratch that, it was impossible to see. He just swam down, his arms stuck out in front of him, hoping to feel where Tara was. Finally he felt something long and soft- her hair.
He gathered her up in his arms and lifted her to the surface. Her face looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Jack sighed and slowly climbed aboard, finding it difficult with Tara in his arms. He dropped her onto the deck, and knelt beside her. She was fine, still breathing, just out cold.
"Jack!"
Jack looked up into the face of the whelp, and he grinned.
"William!" he exclaimed, standing up to hug his friend. "Everyone's favourite eunuch!"
"I'm not like that, Jack," muttered Will, his eyes on Tara. "Who's that, Anamaria's replacement?"
"Nah, that's Tara."
"Tara who?" asked Will. He knew Miss Tara Waller from parties, so it just proved how much Tara's appearance had changed.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Tara Waller."
"Ah. Your captive."
Jack nodded. "Did Waller send ye with the ransom?"
"No- I came to find you myself. I just fancied a getaway."
Jack nodded again. "Well, yer always welcome here. Though I warn ye, there's hardly any rum. Tara threw it over the side."
"And so you tried to drown her?" asked Will, looking at Tara's wet form.
"Course not!" exclaimed Jack. "She just fainted and fell over."
Will raised his eyebrows. "Where shall I sleep?"
"In the brig, if it's not too much trouble," said Jack. "We're a bit squashed at the moment."
Will nodded and walked off to place his things in the brig. Jack knelt back down beside Tara, who was apparently coming around.
"It's alright," Jack whispered.
She opened her hazel eyes slowly, and saw the chocolate ones yet again.
Tara let out a scream which could wake the dead. Jack panicked, and placed his hand over her mouth.
"Don't you dare bloody bite me," he said.
She glared up at him. He slowly removed his hand. Then he leaned in very close, his rummy breath on her face.
"What are you doing?" asked Tara.
Jack looked confused. "Isn't it obvious?"
Tara slapped him- hard. He turned his head, pain searing through it.
"Mr Sparrow," she said. "I am not one of those women who falls into the arms of the person who saved her- especially when it was his fault in the first place."
Jack scratched his head. "Eh?"
"I'm going to sleep in Anamaria's room, Mr Sparrow," said Tara haughtily, standing up and stalking off, leaving a very confused and irritated Jack Sparrow.
"It's Captain Sparrow!" he called. "Why does nobody get it?"
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There you have it, a biiig update of... I think... 7 chapters? I'm on a roll! Woot! Sadly the story is not even at the halfway mark yet, I think. I was going to stop writing this ages ago but I like this story a lot so I gave it a better plot... anyway, thanks for the reviews, they make my day! Keep them coming. I think it will be one chapter updates from now on.... I'm trying for more reviews... anyway, next chapter: We Don't Want The Rum, Savvy? It should be up tomorrow.
She was beginning to remember things from last night. Rum, then a lot of silly laughter...
~~~~~In Tara's Head~~~~~
Tara stared at the stars as Jack drained his bottle of rum.
"Aren't the stars lovely tonight?" she asked absently.
"Not as lovely as you," said Jack.
He leaned closer to her, his eyes semi-closed, ready for the kiss...
Tara fainted just as his lips brushed hers.
~~~~~End of Daydream~~~~~
As the Tara in her head fainted, so did the real Tara. Her eyes closed, her head fell to her chest, and she slumped lifelessly over the side into the dark water.
Jack was climbing onto the Pearl. He was going to talk to Tara. She wasn't going to get out of it. He had to tell her he was sorry. He had never been so sorry.
Then he heard the loud splash of something hitting the water on the other side of the boat.
"Tara!" he shouted.
He ran around, stripping off his hat, coat and various other effects as he went. Then he saw the place where she had fallen, the water disturbed. He dived in.
It was hard to see in the dark. No, scratch that, it was impossible to see. He just swam down, his arms stuck out in front of him, hoping to feel where Tara was. Finally he felt something long and soft- her hair.
He gathered her up in his arms and lifted her to the surface. Her face looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Jack sighed and slowly climbed aboard, finding it difficult with Tara in his arms. He dropped her onto the deck, and knelt beside her. She was fine, still breathing, just out cold.
"Jack!"
Jack looked up into the face of the whelp, and he grinned.
"William!" he exclaimed, standing up to hug his friend. "Everyone's favourite eunuch!"
"I'm not like that, Jack," muttered Will, his eyes on Tara. "Who's that, Anamaria's replacement?"
"Nah, that's Tara."
"Tara who?" asked Will. He knew Miss Tara Waller from parties, so it just proved how much Tara's appearance had changed.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Tara Waller."
"Ah. Your captive."
Jack nodded. "Did Waller send ye with the ransom?"
"No- I came to find you myself. I just fancied a getaway."
Jack nodded again. "Well, yer always welcome here. Though I warn ye, there's hardly any rum. Tara threw it over the side."
"And so you tried to drown her?" asked Will, looking at Tara's wet form.
"Course not!" exclaimed Jack. "She just fainted and fell over."
Will raised his eyebrows. "Where shall I sleep?"
"In the brig, if it's not too much trouble," said Jack. "We're a bit squashed at the moment."
Will nodded and walked off to place his things in the brig. Jack knelt back down beside Tara, who was apparently coming around.
"It's alright," Jack whispered.
She opened her hazel eyes slowly, and saw the chocolate ones yet again.
Tara let out a scream which could wake the dead. Jack panicked, and placed his hand over her mouth.
"Don't you dare bloody bite me," he said.
She glared up at him. He slowly removed his hand. Then he leaned in very close, his rummy breath on her face.
"What are you doing?" asked Tara.
Jack looked confused. "Isn't it obvious?"
Tara slapped him- hard. He turned his head, pain searing through it.
"Mr Sparrow," she said. "I am not one of those women who falls into the arms of the person who saved her- especially when it was his fault in the first place."
Jack scratched his head. "Eh?"
"I'm going to sleep in Anamaria's room, Mr Sparrow," said Tara haughtily, standing up and stalking off, leaving a very confused and irritated Jack Sparrow.
"It's Captain Sparrow!" he called. "Why does nobody get it?"
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There you have it, a biiig update of... I think... 7 chapters? I'm on a roll! Woot! Sadly the story is not even at the halfway mark yet, I think. I was going to stop writing this ages ago but I like this story a lot so I gave it a better plot... anyway, thanks for the reviews, they make my day! Keep them coming. I think it will be one chapter updates from now on.... I'm trying for more reviews... anyway, next chapter: We Don't Want The Rum, Savvy? It should be up tomorrow.