A/N: This is a sort of 'deleted scene', set near the end of Harry and the Pirate. Written as a reply to a drabble challenge over at the MSN group, Black Pearl Sails. Theme: Scars
Disclaimer: Disney's (except for Harry).
I'll Show You Mine…
The light was fading to gold in the cabin by the time he'd finished his stories.
"So that's the last of 'em. The ones I've evidence of, at least."
Harry shook her head in wonder and leaned back against the banked pillows. "You're like some fabulous storybook—with pictures!"
Jack gave a snort of laughter and sat down on the bed at her feet. "Not so pretty as you, am I?"
She held out her arms and, as he crawled up and into them, murmured, "Don't be absurd."
After a while she said, in a voice meant to impress, "I've a scar, too, you know."
"Do you?" Interested, he moved off her again, looking but finding nothing that marred her beauty.
"It's here!" she said, drawing up one leg and pointing to a thin, silvery line just below her knee. "I fell and cut it when I was eight. They had to sew it up, too. Five stitches!"
"Five!" Jack pretended to be impressed, his eyes twinkling.
"Yes. I was very brave."
The eyes rolled now. "I'll wager you squealed like a stuck pig."
"Not at all!" She fought down a smile at his skeptical look, and tilted her chin up. "We Swanns would never lower ourselves to squeal like pigs."
"Oh? Like a banshee, perhaps."
She chuckled. "Perhaps. I must admit, it was one of the few times I was supremely thankful for Weatherby's interference. He finally made the doctor give me laudanum, which the man had said I was too young to take, and then stayed with me for hours in fear I would slip away. But, happily, I did not, as you see."
"Happily, indeed," Jack agreed, amused, and kissed the knee before moving on in a gratifyingly leisurely manner to more interesting locales. §