Almost twenty reviews... yay! Well, I'm tired right now so I'm not
guaranteeing how much sense this'll make.
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Tara opened her eyes. Two chocolate brown ones looked down on her.
"Jack!" she squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Good morning!" he grinned.
Tara yawned. "Already? And I was having such a lovely dream."
Jack smirked. "The real thing is better."
She smiled. "Very true."
She slid out of bed and pulled on her boots, which were, for once, together on the floor.
"Ye may well want to tie back yer hair," Jack said. "'Tis is a little breezy."
"Could you help me braid it?" asked Tara, producing a scarf from her pocket.
Jack conformed, loving the feeling of her soft hair in his fingertips. He braided it loosely and tied it with an elaborate knot.
"Beautiful," he confirmed. "Just like ye."
She smiled at him, and they walked out onto deck. A cheer arose from the crewmates. Tara blushed.
"Is there anything that needs doing?" she asked.
"Captives rarely help out," pointed out Jack, reminding her that once again she was not aboard of her own free will.
"I don't mind," she smiled.
Jack opened his mouth, but his words were drowned out by Will, who was in the crow's nest.
"Jack, Muse's ship is on the horizon!" he shouted.
Jack sighed.
"How far to the Isla De Muerta?" Tara asked nervously.
"We should be there by sundown," said Jack. "But Muse's ship is going faster than the Pearl right now; I don't know if we can hold them off till then."
Tara stared at him. "The Black Pearl is unmatchable for speed!"
He glanced at her. "Tara, that's the stuff of fairytale and folly. No ship is perfect when it's been smashed in battle."
"Sma-?"
"I've no time to explain," said Jack. "Go into the brig, there's a weapons cupboard. Take what you need."
Tara glanced at him, then ran down. There was indeed a weapons cupboard. She took from it a sheathed sword, a pistol and a hooked knife. Jack walked down.
"There's something I want you to have," he said.
"Oh?"
He pulled from his pocket the golden sparrow. "Here," he said, fastening it around her neck.
"Thank you," she said, her eyes becoming misty with tears.
Jack hugged her. "I love you."
"I know, Jack."
"It'll be okay."
"You don't believe that."
"I do," lied Jack, his own eyes becoming teary.
"Oh, Jack."
They finally broke apart.
"I've got to go tell the crew what's happening," said Jack. "I want you to just stay here."
"I'm part of the crew too," she said huffily.
Jack arched an eyebrow.
"Seriously, Jack, when all this is over, I'm not going back to Port Royal. I'm staying here, with you."
Jack kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Jack pulled away.
"I've got to go," he said. "Come if you like."
They walked out on deck. The crew were all assembled.
"We're going to have a fight," Jack announced, holding Tara's hand. "A big one. With Muse on the Isla De Muerta tonight."
"Aye, captain!"
"Miss Waller here-" began Jack.
"Tara," interrupted the woman of that name.
"- aye, her, she must be protected at all cost. Do I make meself clear?"
"Aye captain!" the crew chanted.
"Prepare to fight!" shouted Jack. "And get this ship going as fast as possible, savvy?"
The crew dispersed. Tara sighed, chewing her bottom lip nervously. Jack left her in pursuit of working out a plan of action. Tara walked to her cabin.
She looked at her doodles from last night. They filled her with hope in way she couldn't quite describe. Humming, she tidied up a little and lay down on the bed, her thoughts on Muse. What an evil man. Jack didn't seem too confident. This scared her, because Jack always seemed confident. What would happen to her if Muse got hold of her?
She forced herself to think of other things, and one topic fixed itself in her head. How was she going to break the news to her father? How could she tell him that she was in love with the infamous Jack Sparrow, and not only that but she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him on his ship? He would be heartbroken after all the trouble he went to to fix up a marriage to Lieutenant Gillette.
Sighing, she rolled herself up into a small ball, trying to stay calm but feeling her heart racing in her chest. This would either be the beginning of great things, or the end of everything. Her breathing became shallow- she was having what is now commonly known as a panic attack.
She gasped for breath, the world a blur around her.
She rolled off the bed, trying to shout for help, instead making a squeaky noise.
The door opened.
"Tara!"
It was Will. He ran over to her, knelt beside her, and looked over her.
"Dear god!" he exclaimed. "Jack! Jack, get in here!"
He looked at Tara, who gave one last shuddering breath and fainted.
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Ah, yes, another classically short chapter from Pineapple*Ice. Well, please review, and there'll be more wholesome Jack Sparrow goodness at the same time tomorrow evening *cue cheesy wink*.
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Tara opened her eyes. Two chocolate brown ones looked down on her.
"Jack!" she squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Good morning!" he grinned.
Tara yawned. "Already? And I was having such a lovely dream."
Jack smirked. "The real thing is better."
She smiled. "Very true."
She slid out of bed and pulled on her boots, which were, for once, together on the floor.
"Ye may well want to tie back yer hair," Jack said. "'Tis is a little breezy."
"Could you help me braid it?" asked Tara, producing a scarf from her pocket.
Jack conformed, loving the feeling of her soft hair in his fingertips. He braided it loosely and tied it with an elaborate knot.
"Beautiful," he confirmed. "Just like ye."
She smiled at him, and they walked out onto deck. A cheer arose from the crewmates. Tara blushed.
"Is there anything that needs doing?" she asked.
"Captives rarely help out," pointed out Jack, reminding her that once again she was not aboard of her own free will.
"I don't mind," she smiled.
Jack opened his mouth, but his words were drowned out by Will, who was in the crow's nest.
"Jack, Muse's ship is on the horizon!" he shouted.
Jack sighed.
"How far to the Isla De Muerta?" Tara asked nervously.
"We should be there by sundown," said Jack. "But Muse's ship is going faster than the Pearl right now; I don't know if we can hold them off till then."
Tara stared at him. "The Black Pearl is unmatchable for speed!"
He glanced at her. "Tara, that's the stuff of fairytale and folly. No ship is perfect when it's been smashed in battle."
"Sma-?"
"I've no time to explain," said Jack. "Go into the brig, there's a weapons cupboard. Take what you need."
Tara glanced at him, then ran down. There was indeed a weapons cupboard. She took from it a sheathed sword, a pistol and a hooked knife. Jack walked down.
"There's something I want you to have," he said.
"Oh?"
He pulled from his pocket the golden sparrow. "Here," he said, fastening it around her neck.
"Thank you," she said, her eyes becoming misty with tears.
Jack hugged her. "I love you."
"I know, Jack."
"It'll be okay."
"You don't believe that."
"I do," lied Jack, his own eyes becoming teary.
"Oh, Jack."
They finally broke apart.
"I've got to go tell the crew what's happening," said Jack. "I want you to just stay here."
"I'm part of the crew too," she said huffily.
Jack arched an eyebrow.
"Seriously, Jack, when all this is over, I'm not going back to Port Royal. I'm staying here, with you."
Jack kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Jack pulled away.
"I've got to go," he said. "Come if you like."
They walked out on deck. The crew were all assembled.
"We're going to have a fight," Jack announced, holding Tara's hand. "A big one. With Muse on the Isla De Muerta tonight."
"Aye, captain!"
"Miss Waller here-" began Jack.
"Tara," interrupted the woman of that name.
"- aye, her, she must be protected at all cost. Do I make meself clear?"
"Aye captain!" the crew chanted.
"Prepare to fight!" shouted Jack. "And get this ship going as fast as possible, savvy?"
The crew dispersed. Tara sighed, chewing her bottom lip nervously. Jack left her in pursuit of working out a plan of action. Tara walked to her cabin.
She looked at her doodles from last night. They filled her with hope in way she couldn't quite describe. Humming, she tidied up a little and lay down on the bed, her thoughts on Muse. What an evil man. Jack didn't seem too confident. This scared her, because Jack always seemed confident. What would happen to her if Muse got hold of her?
She forced herself to think of other things, and one topic fixed itself in her head. How was she going to break the news to her father? How could she tell him that she was in love with the infamous Jack Sparrow, and not only that but she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him on his ship? He would be heartbroken after all the trouble he went to to fix up a marriage to Lieutenant Gillette.
Sighing, she rolled herself up into a small ball, trying to stay calm but feeling her heart racing in her chest. This would either be the beginning of great things, or the end of everything. Her breathing became shallow- she was having what is now commonly known as a panic attack.
She gasped for breath, the world a blur around her.
She rolled off the bed, trying to shout for help, instead making a squeaky noise.
The door opened.
"Tara!"
It was Will. He ran over to her, knelt beside her, and looked over her.
"Dear god!" he exclaimed. "Jack! Jack, get in here!"
He looked at Tara, who gave one last shuddering breath and fainted.
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Ah, yes, another classically short chapter from Pineapple*Ice. Well, please review, and there'll be more wholesome Jack Sparrow goodness at the same time tomorrow evening *cue cheesy wink*.