Chapter Five
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me! We pillage we plunder, we rifle and loot Drink up me hearties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot Drink up me hearties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!
We extort, we pilfer, we filch and we sack Drink up me hearties yo ho! Maraud and embezzle and even hijack Drink up me hearties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me! We kindle and char, inflame and ignite Drink up me hearties yo ho! We burn up the citiy we're-"
"Ye know i' 's well, then, aye?"
Finn had been singing to himself vaguely, while tending to the tiller. His head snapped up out of his reverie as Jack spoke
"Wha? Oh, Jack. Ye 'ave an uncanny way o' sneakin' up on me whenever I'm alone, y' know that?" Jack grinned impishly, tipping his hat at Finn
"My pleasure." Finn looked askance at Jack, he was sure he did it on purpose; he did.
"'Ow'd ye sleep las' night?" Finn looked at the man standing before him, noting that his hips were swaying slightly more that usual- he continued looking, fascinated by the sinuous grace Jack seemed to unwittingly possess. Jack smirked, and bent down to meet Finn's eyes.
"Ye go' yer eyeful, then love?" Finn looked up suddenly
'What did he call me?'
"Whassat? Oh, neh- why'd ye ask? Wait fer it, don' tell me- ye were up drinkin' werncha?" Jack flung out his hands, swaying in a most self- explanatory manner.
"I couldn' sleep- 's not my fault. I was 'avin' most disturbin' dreams- 'ad t' stay up." Finn smirked- he'd had similar dreams to Jacks, but unlike the unusually shy Captain, he'd loved his.
"I know exactly what ye mean... love." Jack thought nothing of the sentiment, however, and produced, from somewhere in the depths of his coat, a leather flask. He took a pull on it and sighed, re-corked it and stuck it back in a pocket.
"So- 'ow'd ye sleep las' night?" Finnbarr grinned at Jack
"I slept won'erfully, thank ye." Jack looked Finn in the eyes and, gesticulating with his hands, swayed closer and closer until he could feel his rum-riddled breath on his face. (A/N-think when he's asking Will not to do anything stupid in the pirates cave)
"Lovely." He wandered away, leaving Finn alone with no company but the tiller
'He called me 'love'. What does that mean? Could he... love, like me? He doesn't know I love him, does he? I mean, how could he?' Finn rubbed his eyes- this was getting more confusing by the minute.
Suddenly he realized the rudder had drifted off to the side; he rushed over to set it back to its proper position, and growled at it.
"Fool rudder, blast ye, can't ye stay in place fer a minute!? One minute 's all I ask, but nooooo, ye can' do that- can' make it to easy fer me can ye, no, I's go'a be as hard as possible fer me, dunnit? Aye, tha's wha' I thought." He trailed off, this outburst at the tiller having given him no further wisdom.
"Gah..." he wandered off, busying himself in the rigging.
Later that day, Jack stood at the helm, lost in thought, absently caressing the wheel of his beloved Pearl. The irksome voice in the back of his head was getting louder;
Look at him, wandering about like that- he's restless- so're you, don't deny it
'I'm not denying it.'
You want him
'Shut up'
You do
'Don't make me break down in front of my crew- not now.'
Talk to him, he'll understand
'What in hellfire am I supposed to say?'
Tell him you love him
'I can't just go up to him and tell him I love him- that's thick'
The act yourself- be Captain Jack Sparrow- that's who he loves. You can be seductive, this is not new territory
'But I love him- I don't just want one good night. That's all I know about, I don't know how to be sincere –even if I mean it'
Have you ever tried?
'No, I'm... I'm... afraid'
Jack had trouble admitting it even to himself. This was new territory. What he wanted- what they both wanted- was a loving, mutual, long-term relationship. He knew nothing about love. Sure he knew everything there was to know about desire, lust, sexual pleasure; but that was not what either of them wanted and needed. It might be an added bonus, sure, but no... He sighed. It was so unlike him, this confusion. Jack Sparrow was dashing and confident, assured, with a roguish smile always at the ready; not uncertain, trapped, confused, what was happening to him?
"Jack, we're-"
"It's Captain Jack, ye bleedin' imbecile! Captain! I's no' that difficult! Now bugger off an' ge' back t' work, ye goddamned bilge-sucker!"
Joshamee Gibbs stood behind his captain, looking rather dumbfounded. He opened and closed his mouth several times like a fish, and then nodded
"Right-ho, Cap'n. Jus' thought ye ought t'know: land's been spotted, an' Jim's seen what looks like some right foul weather we're comin' up on."
"Thank ye, Mr. Gibbs, I'll see t' that." Jack scowled at the horizon he usually so loved, seeing the black smear of storm cloud he should have noticed.
"Blast." He muttered under his breath
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me! We pillage we plunder, we rifle and loot Drink up me hearties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot Drink up me hearties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!
We extort, we pilfer, we filch and we sack Drink up me hearties yo ho! Maraud and embezzle and even hijack Drink up me hearties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me! We kindle and char, inflame and ignite Drink up me hearties yo ho! We burn up the citiy we're-"
"Ye know i' 's well, then, aye?"
Finn had been singing to himself vaguely, while tending to the tiller. His head snapped up out of his reverie as Jack spoke
"Wha? Oh, Jack. Ye 'ave an uncanny way o' sneakin' up on me whenever I'm alone, y' know that?" Jack grinned impishly, tipping his hat at Finn
"My pleasure." Finn looked askance at Jack, he was sure he did it on purpose; he did.
"'Ow'd ye sleep las' night?" Finn looked at the man standing before him, noting that his hips were swaying slightly more that usual- he continued looking, fascinated by the sinuous grace Jack seemed to unwittingly possess. Jack smirked, and bent down to meet Finn's eyes.
"Ye go' yer eyeful, then love?" Finn looked up suddenly
'What did he call me?'
"Whassat? Oh, neh- why'd ye ask? Wait fer it, don' tell me- ye were up drinkin' werncha?" Jack flung out his hands, swaying in a most self- explanatory manner.
"I couldn' sleep- 's not my fault. I was 'avin' most disturbin' dreams- 'ad t' stay up." Finn smirked- he'd had similar dreams to Jacks, but unlike the unusually shy Captain, he'd loved his.
"I know exactly what ye mean... love." Jack thought nothing of the sentiment, however, and produced, from somewhere in the depths of his coat, a leather flask. He took a pull on it and sighed, re-corked it and stuck it back in a pocket.
"So- 'ow'd ye sleep las' night?" Finnbarr grinned at Jack
"I slept won'erfully, thank ye." Jack looked Finn in the eyes and, gesticulating with his hands, swayed closer and closer until he could feel his rum-riddled breath on his face. (A/N-think when he's asking Will not to do anything stupid in the pirates cave)
"Lovely." He wandered away, leaving Finn alone with no company but the tiller
'He called me 'love'. What does that mean? Could he... love, like me? He doesn't know I love him, does he? I mean, how could he?' Finn rubbed his eyes- this was getting more confusing by the minute.
Suddenly he realized the rudder had drifted off to the side; he rushed over to set it back to its proper position, and growled at it.
"Fool rudder, blast ye, can't ye stay in place fer a minute!? One minute 's all I ask, but nooooo, ye can' do that- can' make it to easy fer me can ye, no, I's go'a be as hard as possible fer me, dunnit? Aye, tha's wha' I thought." He trailed off, this outburst at the tiller having given him no further wisdom.
"Gah..." he wandered off, busying himself in the rigging.
Later that day, Jack stood at the helm, lost in thought, absently caressing the wheel of his beloved Pearl. The irksome voice in the back of his head was getting louder;
Look at him, wandering about like that- he's restless- so're you, don't deny it
'I'm not denying it.'
You want him
'Shut up'
You do
'Don't make me break down in front of my crew- not now.'
Talk to him, he'll understand
'What in hellfire am I supposed to say?'
Tell him you love him
'I can't just go up to him and tell him I love him- that's thick'
The act yourself- be Captain Jack Sparrow- that's who he loves. You can be seductive, this is not new territory
'But I love him- I don't just want one good night. That's all I know about, I don't know how to be sincere –even if I mean it'
Have you ever tried?
'No, I'm... I'm... afraid'
Jack had trouble admitting it even to himself. This was new territory. What he wanted- what they both wanted- was a loving, mutual, long-term relationship. He knew nothing about love. Sure he knew everything there was to know about desire, lust, sexual pleasure; but that was not what either of them wanted and needed. It might be an added bonus, sure, but no... He sighed. It was so unlike him, this confusion. Jack Sparrow was dashing and confident, assured, with a roguish smile always at the ready; not uncertain, trapped, confused, what was happening to him?
"Jack, we're-"
"It's Captain Jack, ye bleedin' imbecile! Captain! I's no' that difficult! Now bugger off an' ge' back t' work, ye goddamned bilge-sucker!"
Joshamee Gibbs stood behind his captain, looking rather dumbfounded. He opened and closed his mouth several times like a fish, and then nodded
"Right-ho, Cap'n. Jus' thought ye ought t'know: land's been spotted, an' Jim's seen what looks like some right foul weather we're comin' up on."
"Thank ye, Mr. Gibbs, I'll see t' that." Jack scowled at the horizon he usually so loved, seeing the black smear of storm cloud he should have noticed.
"Blast." He muttered under his breath