Disclaimer: Still don't own Jack and the Pearl.
AN: Okay, the fans have spoken: a sequel will be written after "Magic" is over. An idea sort of popped into my head, so I'll continue this plot in a short sequel. Keep a sharp eye out for it, and enjoy this last chapter!
Chapter 12: Happy Endings:
Narrator's POV:
Life for the Pearl's captain and crew had been relatively blissful since the battle with the Horizon. The crew had gotten healed up in a small Spanish settlement called Port Isabella (which had warmly welcomed the business the Pearl provided), and the ship was now fully stocked with food, water, herbal supplies, and some secret gifts for the future Mrs. Sparrow.
Jack had decided to put off the wedding until every member of the crew was fully functional (a.k.a.: able to get drunk off their rockers during the wedding feast), so now, after a two week rest period, the Pearl was heading to the only respectable place that Jack was willing to set foot in: Port Royal.
A week later: Angela's POV:
She could distinctly feel someone watching her as she began to wake from the depths of sleep. They had left Port Isabella almost a week ago, and for the hundredth time since then, she and Jack had spent another late night arguing over their wedding plans. Before going to bed, Angela realized that her pirate fiancé was up to something, and it was driving her mad. Presently, she was barely restraining herself from smacking Jack in the head and forcing him to tell her.
As she sighed and began to roll over to go back to sleep, she felt an arm slip around her waist, preventing her from turning over. Sighing, she felt soft, warm lips press against hers. Smiling into the kiss, Angela gave in and enjoyed it. As their lips separated, she opened her eyes and saw Jack smiling down at her.
"Ah, my princess awakes," he whispered, leaning in and snuggling his face against her neck.
Angela giggled. "I hardly look like a princess at this time of day," she said before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. As she gazed around the room, she realized that the ship wasn't jerking and swaying the way it usually did when they were at sea. "Jack, why isn't the Pearl moving?" she asked, looking up at him, puzzlement written all over her face.
Jack simply smiled at her. "It's a surprise, darling," he said as he got off the bed, as well as off of her. "Now, why don't ye get dressed and I'll see ye up top?" He quickly left her to her tasks.
"Why is it that every time he says 'it's a surprise,' I always get scared?" Angela muttered.
She put on a crème colored gown, diamond earrings (both surprise gifts from Jack), and her amethyst and black pearl choker before heading on deck. Once on deck, Angela saw that the Pearl had stopped at a simple island, with no visible buildings and didn't even look inhabited! Glancing around, she spotted Jack talking to Mr. Gibbs and Annamaria. Wanting to know what was happening, Angela walked up to them, effectively interrupting their conversation and attracting their attention.
"May I inquire as to why we are visiting an uninhabited island?" she asked, looking at the three pirates. She was surprised when they laughed at her. "What's so funny?" she asked, feeling insulted.
Jack stopped laughing, but kept smiling. "Darling, this island is home to one of the most respectable and most wealthy British colonies in the Caribbean," he said, fluttering his hands around. "This island is the home of Port Royal, and we're just hiding out on the other side of it."
Angela's eyes widened. "Port Royal?" she gasped. "The one from your stories, where you saved the Governor's daughter and got the Pearl back?"
Jack grinned, his gold teeth sparkling. "Ah, so you remember my stories, then, do ye?" He grinned even wider when she nodded. "Good. Then ye won't mind meeting the lovely Elizabeth and her whelp-husband, Will."
Angela didn't know how it happened (though if she thought about it, it was probably the shock of being in a place from Jack's stories), but the next thing she knew, Jack was leading her through the back alleys of Port Royal. As they raced through the streets, Angela realized that she could have passed as a normal citizen, but then, she didn't know where the Turners lived, so she was forced to follow Jack. Not that she minded, though; she enjoyed having his arm around her waist as they walked. Soon enough, Jack stopped in front of a lovely, two-story house with a white picket fence. Angela couldn't help but feel envious of the woman who lived here; she had always wanted a place like this while growing up with her mother in London, but knew she could never have it. She suddenly felt Jack pat her back.
"Don't worry, luv," he said soothingly. "I'll buy ye one that's twice as big as this one!"
Angela laughed. "No, the Pearl will suit me much better now, Jack," she said. "Now let's go see the Turners!"
They casually went up to the front door and knocked. A moment later, a lovely young woman with light brown hair and dark eyes opened up and gasped before throwing herself at Jack.
"Jack!" she cried, hugging the life out of the pirate. This had to be Elizabeth. "What are you doing here? Get inside before someone sees you!" She quickly grabbed the two of them and pulled them inside before shutting and locking the door. "You two go sit down in the parlor while I get us some tea." Before they could blink, she was gone, and the two admired the interior of the Turner home.
It was very fashionable, with crème and pale gold silk hangings over white walls. There were Ming China vases, delicate silver candlesticks, and a lovely painting of the Turners over the fireplace's white marble mantle. The furniture matched the hangings, all gold and crème fabrics combined with dark wood carvings. Jack escorted Angela to a nearby couch, and the two simply sat and held hands until Elizabeth came bustling in with a tea tray, followed by an equally burdened young man with wavy dark hair and dark eyes, who, according to the painting, had to be the young Will Turner. The Turners set down their trays, and Elizabeth poured tea while Will divided small sandwiches between the four of them. Once everything had been distributed, the four settled in and looked at each other.
"So, Jack," Will said, smiling as he sipped his tea. "Who is your lovely lady, and what brings the two of you to Port Royal?" Jack put down his tea and grinned as he grabbed Angela's hand.
"Well, this is Angela Sharp," Jack introduced, smiling like a maniac. "And I just wanted the two of ye to be the first respectable people to know that this lass and I are getting married!"
Will and Elizabeth choked on their tea before putting the cups down. After a fair amount of coughing, the Turners calmed down before looking at the two in shock.
"Married?" Elizabeth squeaked. The two nodded, and Elizabeth laughed. "Oh, Jack, that's wonderful!" she cried, leaping out of her seat and hugging Angela. "Oh I can't believe it! Isn't it exciting, Will?" She looked at Jack. "I certainly hope that we're invited?"
"Of course ye are!" exclaimed Jack. "Why wouldn't ye be? Of course, ye do realize that we'd have to do it quickly, and without anyone, including Commodore Norrington, knowing about it."
Elizabeth waved that aside. "Of course we do!" she said, smiling as she looked at Angela. "I still have my wedding gown, so you and I could tailor it to you before the big day. And we could have white roses and..." Elizabeth continued to ramble on about wedding plans as Jack and Angela sat and listened, fully content to let the take-charge Governor's daughter take control of their wedding.
Jack's POV:
The big day had finally arrived. After two weeks of planning, tailoring, and a single kidnapping, the wedding was in place. Of course, Angela hadn't approved of them kidnapping a priest to perform the wedding on the Pearl, but there really was no choice. Jack wanted this marriage to be official, and official was what he was going to get!
Now, standing at the helm of the Pearl, adjusting the tight neckline of his pure-white shirt, Jack felt like he was going to either jump for joy, or be sick from nervousness. He was happy to be getting married with all of his friends and crewmembers there, but he was scared that Angela might change her mind, jump off the Pearl and swim away from him! A nudge in the stomach snapped him back to the present.
"Jack, it'll be fine," Will whispered, rolling his eyes. "She loves you, you know that, and she isn't going to change her mind!"
"I'm not nervous," Jack lied, tugging at the collar again. "This thing is too bloody tight, and these new pants are chafing me!" It was sort of true; Jack wasn't used to brand-new clothes, and the black boots, new white shirt, black pants, and black sash were all too stiff for him.
"Well stop fidgeting then!" Will whispered harshly.
"Easy for ye to say, ye aren't the one getting married," Jack muttered.
"No, not today, but I felt the same way when I married Elizabeth," Will said, chuckling slightly.
Jack was prevented from answering when a sudden soft burst of applause went up from the Pearl's crewmen on deck. Elizabeth came first, wearing a soft pink gown and holding a bouquet of pink roses. Annamaria came next, carrying a bouquet of white lilies and wearing a newer set of pirate's garb with a new floppy black hat on her head. Then came Angela, and Jack could feel time stop.
She was fantastic in Elizabeth's wedding dress. All of those tailoring sessions had truly paid off, and the dress seemed like it had been made for her and not for the Governor's daughter. The white-and-silver dress hung off of Angela's shoulders and revealed quite a bit of cleavage, but she didn't seem to mind. A waist-length veil fell from her head to her back, held in place by a silver and diamond tiara that Jack had found in the treasure from the Heron. A bouquet of white roses and lilies was clutched in her hand. In overall effect, the entire affair made the young witch into a goddess of the sky. As she took her place beside Jack, he felt time start up again as the extremely unhappy priest cleared his throat.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to wed-" the priest was interrupted by Jack clearing his throat.
"Uh, Father, I think we know the drill," Jack said, giving him a pointed look. "Can we please move on with this?"
The priest sighed. "Do you, Captain Jack Sparrow, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, till death do you part?"
"Aye, I do," Jack said, looking into Angela's sparkling violet eyes.
"And do you, Angela Marie Sharp take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, till death do you part?"
She looked up into Jack's anxious face and smiled. "I do."
"Then by the power vested in me by the Church of England, I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest said hurriedly, apparently wanting to get off the Pearl as fast as he could. "You may now kiss the bride."
A huge cheer went up from the deck as Jack grabbed Angela around the waist and kissed her hard. After a moment, Jack (still kissing his new wife) waved his left hand at the crew, clearly indicating that they could go and help themselves to the food and drinks being served in the galley. The crew cheered again and raced down below. The kiss was left uninterrupted until a small cough was heard. The two newlyweds broke their kiss and turned around, finding the priest standing there, shifting from foot to foot. He appeared either very embarrassed or very impatient, but was most likely both.
"Aye, Father, what is it?" Jack asked, looking at the priest with good humor.
"Would one of your crew be willing to take me back to shore?" the priest asked, glancing around. "I have a service I need to perform."
"And we have to get back before my father misses us," Elizabeth quipped from just below the helm.
Jack sighed. "Alright, alright," he said, rolling his eyes.
Angela's POV:
A few minutes and countless goodbyes later, Will, Elizabeth, and the priest were on their way back to Port Royal, the newly dubbed Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow waving goodbye from the deck of the Pearl. The instant the rowboat landed on the island, though, Angela felt Jack swing her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
"Jack, what are you doing?!" she cried, laughing at her husband's antics.
"Taking ye down into our cabin, luv," he said, smiling at her. Kicking the door open, Jack walked across the cabin and gently lay Angela down on the bed, kissing her on the lips before going to lock the door. As he turned back towards his wife, there was a predatory look in his eyes.
Angela swallowed nervously. "Uh, Jack..." she said, her voice faint as her tall, dark, handsome, pirate husband advanced on her.
Jack grinned at her wickedly. "Don't worry, luv," he whispered as he covered her body with his. "I promise to be gentle." He grinned happily as he gently placed his lips on hers and reached for the back of her gown.
Hours later: Angela's POV:
Their wedding night had truly been something that Angela had least expected. Jack had been overeager at first, until he had learned that Angela was still a virgin. After that, he had slowed down considerably so as not to harm her, and the next several hours had been spent in perfect marital bliss. When they had cuddled up together afterwards, Angela could have sworn that she'd felt a slight warm feeling in her belly, but believed it to be the sheer happiness at being married to the greatest, most handsome pirate in the Caribbean. She was about to find out differently...
Nine Months Later: Narrator's POV:
"AHHHHH!" Angela screamed through the door of the captain's cabin. "JACK SPARROW, THIS IS ALLYOUR FAULT!"
Meanwhile, Jack was trying his damnedest to rush into his cabin to help his wife, but was currently incapacitated. Why? Because his bloody first and second mates (a.k.a.: Gibbs and Annamaria) had tied him to the mast, thereby preventing him from going to the aid of his pregnant wife. The rest of the crew continued their duties, trying to ignore their tied up captain as they had since Mrs. Sparrow had begun the birthing that morning, over twelve hours ago.
"Damn it, Gibbs, I've got every right to see my wife and kid!" Jack yelled to his first mate, who was (due to the incapacitated state of the captain) presently steering the ship towards the nearest port.
"Aye, indeed ye do, Cap'n," Gibbs called back. "But if I let ye loose, Annamaria will have both our heads for interfering with the birthing!"
Jack yelled a few choice curse words before another feminine scream from his cabin interrupted him. His eyes widened, and he began struggling harder against the ropes, hoping that one of his crew had managed to leave some of them loose. He gave up a few moments later when it became obvious that they hadn't. However, that still didn't stop Jack from giving the ropes the occasional pull or tug in hopes of one of his passing crewmen helping him get free.
Another scream pierced the air around the deck, and this time, everyone stopped what they were doing to listen. Suddenly, a smaller, fainter cry came from the cabin, and the crew let out a combined sigh of relief. Jack simply stood still as Annamaria came out of the cabin a few minutes later, drying her hands on a large cloth.
"Alright, Cap'n," she said, grinning at him. "It's time fer ye to go and see yer bonny wife and babe." She finished drying her hands, threw the towel onto her left shoulder and began undoing the ropes. "Just be sure to let the two of them get some sleep, savvy? They'll need it."
Jack hurriedly nodded as the last of the ropes fell away. After he was free, he flew to the cabin, shutting the door behind him. The crew shook their heads as they gathered outside the cabin, eager to hear about the new member of their crew.
Meanwhile, inside the cabin from Narrator's POV:
The instant the cabin door was closed, Jack quietly raced over to the bed where Angela lay propped up on a dozen pillows, holding a small moving bundle.
"Are ye alright, darling?" Jack asked, reaching out and caressing his wife's face. "Ye had me worried there for a while, what with all of the screaming and cursing going on in here." He smiled at his own joke.
She smiled back at him. "I'm fine, though I do remember cursing coming from outside the cabin as well," she replied, sounding both exhausted and amused at the same time.
Jack continued touching her face. "Sorry, luv, but the bloody crew tied me to the mast to keep me from getting to ye," he said. "Remind me to throw them in the brig later." He grinned at her, teeth flashing in the dim light coming from the lit candles on the table.
"But if you do, who will help you run the ship?" Angela teased, her violet eyes twinkling despite her ordeal. "Would you like to hold your daughter?" she whispered, holding up the bundle in her arms.
Jack nodded and carefully took the small bundle from her arms. Looking down at the tiny babe, he noticed that the girl's eyes were a bright blue, like the Caribbean was on a clear morning. Her hair, or what little there was of it, was as black as her mother's, though thick like Jack's. Unable to stop himself, Jack leaned forward and kissed the girl on the head as he stroked one of her hands with a ring-clad finger. As he pulled his lips away from the girl's forehead, he noticed that she had a good grip on his finger, and was occasionally squeezing it.
"She's got a strong grip," Jack whispered, looking over at his wife. "And I noticed that her eyes aren't like either of ours, luv."
Angela shrugged. "I was sort of a fluke in my family," she said, leaning back onto the pillows. "My mother had blue eyes, as did my father, or so I was told. No one else in the family has ever had violet eyes, so you could say that I'm unique." She gazed fondly at her daughter. "Of course, you do realize that she'll be a witch when she grows up, don't you?" she asked, looking back up at her husband. "All women in the family are witches, no exceptions."
Jack smiled at her before turning back to the baby. "Wouldn't have it any other way, luv," he said, his finger still trapped by his little daughter. "So what do we call ye, lass?" he asked the babe, looking down into her deep blue eyes.
"Athena," Angela replied. "It means strength and wisdom, and I think that she'll need both."
Jack nodded, not taking his eyes off of the bundle. "Athena Pearl Sparrow," Jack said, grinning as he heard his wife laugh at the middle name. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" he softly sang to the babe as she drifted off to sleep. Looking up, he saw that his wife had drifted off as well. Still holding his child, Jack quietly opened the door and held a finger over his mouth, indicating quiet.
"This is my baby girl, Athena Pearl Sparrow," he said softly, though loud enough for the crew to hear. His words were greeted with a small round of applause, and he smiled as he looked down at the sleeping bundle in his arms. "Welcome to the Black Pearl, lass."
AN: It's all over! Well, this story, at least. I'll try and crank out a small sequel, because I really want to get started on that other fic of mine before I forget it! Don't forget to leave a review in the little treasure box, and I'll see you all soon!
AN: Okay, the fans have spoken: a sequel will be written after "Magic" is over. An idea sort of popped into my head, so I'll continue this plot in a short sequel. Keep a sharp eye out for it, and enjoy this last chapter!
Chapter 12: Happy Endings:
Narrator's POV:
Life for the Pearl's captain and crew had been relatively blissful since the battle with the Horizon. The crew had gotten healed up in a small Spanish settlement called Port Isabella (which had warmly welcomed the business the Pearl provided), and the ship was now fully stocked with food, water, herbal supplies, and some secret gifts for the future Mrs. Sparrow.
Jack had decided to put off the wedding until every member of the crew was fully functional (a.k.a.: able to get drunk off their rockers during the wedding feast), so now, after a two week rest period, the Pearl was heading to the only respectable place that Jack was willing to set foot in: Port Royal.
A week later: Angela's POV:
She could distinctly feel someone watching her as she began to wake from the depths of sleep. They had left Port Isabella almost a week ago, and for the hundredth time since then, she and Jack had spent another late night arguing over their wedding plans. Before going to bed, Angela realized that her pirate fiancé was up to something, and it was driving her mad. Presently, she was barely restraining herself from smacking Jack in the head and forcing him to tell her.
As she sighed and began to roll over to go back to sleep, she felt an arm slip around her waist, preventing her from turning over. Sighing, she felt soft, warm lips press against hers. Smiling into the kiss, Angela gave in and enjoyed it. As their lips separated, she opened her eyes and saw Jack smiling down at her.
"Ah, my princess awakes," he whispered, leaning in and snuggling his face against her neck.
Angela giggled. "I hardly look like a princess at this time of day," she said before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. As she gazed around the room, she realized that the ship wasn't jerking and swaying the way it usually did when they were at sea. "Jack, why isn't the Pearl moving?" she asked, looking up at him, puzzlement written all over her face.
Jack simply smiled at her. "It's a surprise, darling," he said as he got off the bed, as well as off of her. "Now, why don't ye get dressed and I'll see ye up top?" He quickly left her to her tasks.
"Why is it that every time he says 'it's a surprise,' I always get scared?" Angela muttered.
She put on a crème colored gown, diamond earrings (both surprise gifts from Jack), and her amethyst and black pearl choker before heading on deck. Once on deck, Angela saw that the Pearl had stopped at a simple island, with no visible buildings and didn't even look inhabited! Glancing around, she spotted Jack talking to Mr. Gibbs and Annamaria. Wanting to know what was happening, Angela walked up to them, effectively interrupting their conversation and attracting their attention.
"May I inquire as to why we are visiting an uninhabited island?" she asked, looking at the three pirates. She was surprised when they laughed at her. "What's so funny?" she asked, feeling insulted.
Jack stopped laughing, but kept smiling. "Darling, this island is home to one of the most respectable and most wealthy British colonies in the Caribbean," he said, fluttering his hands around. "This island is the home of Port Royal, and we're just hiding out on the other side of it."
Angela's eyes widened. "Port Royal?" she gasped. "The one from your stories, where you saved the Governor's daughter and got the Pearl back?"
Jack grinned, his gold teeth sparkling. "Ah, so you remember my stories, then, do ye?" He grinned even wider when she nodded. "Good. Then ye won't mind meeting the lovely Elizabeth and her whelp-husband, Will."
Angela didn't know how it happened (though if she thought about it, it was probably the shock of being in a place from Jack's stories), but the next thing she knew, Jack was leading her through the back alleys of Port Royal. As they raced through the streets, Angela realized that she could have passed as a normal citizen, but then, she didn't know where the Turners lived, so she was forced to follow Jack. Not that she minded, though; she enjoyed having his arm around her waist as they walked. Soon enough, Jack stopped in front of a lovely, two-story house with a white picket fence. Angela couldn't help but feel envious of the woman who lived here; she had always wanted a place like this while growing up with her mother in London, but knew she could never have it. She suddenly felt Jack pat her back.
"Don't worry, luv," he said soothingly. "I'll buy ye one that's twice as big as this one!"
Angela laughed. "No, the Pearl will suit me much better now, Jack," she said. "Now let's go see the Turners!"
They casually went up to the front door and knocked. A moment later, a lovely young woman with light brown hair and dark eyes opened up and gasped before throwing herself at Jack.
"Jack!" she cried, hugging the life out of the pirate. This had to be Elizabeth. "What are you doing here? Get inside before someone sees you!" She quickly grabbed the two of them and pulled them inside before shutting and locking the door. "You two go sit down in the parlor while I get us some tea." Before they could blink, she was gone, and the two admired the interior of the Turner home.
It was very fashionable, with crème and pale gold silk hangings over white walls. There were Ming China vases, delicate silver candlesticks, and a lovely painting of the Turners over the fireplace's white marble mantle. The furniture matched the hangings, all gold and crème fabrics combined with dark wood carvings. Jack escorted Angela to a nearby couch, and the two simply sat and held hands until Elizabeth came bustling in with a tea tray, followed by an equally burdened young man with wavy dark hair and dark eyes, who, according to the painting, had to be the young Will Turner. The Turners set down their trays, and Elizabeth poured tea while Will divided small sandwiches between the four of them. Once everything had been distributed, the four settled in and looked at each other.
"So, Jack," Will said, smiling as he sipped his tea. "Who is your lovely lady, and what brings the two of you to Port Royal?" Jack put down his tea and grinned as he grabbed Angela's hand.
"Well, this is Angela Sharp," Jack introduced, smiling like a maniac. "And I just wanted the two of ye to be the first respectable people to know that this lass and I are getting married!"
Will and Elizabeth choked on their tea before putting the cups down. After a fair amount of coughing, the Turners calmed down before looking at the two in shock.
"Married?" Elizabeth squeaked. The two nodded, and Elizabeth laughed. "Oh, Jack, that's wonderful!" she cried, leaping out of her seat and hugging Angela. "Oh I can't believe it! Isn't it exciting, Will?" She looked at Jack. "I certainly hope that we're invited?"
"Of course ye are!" exclaimed Jack. "Why wouldn't ye be? Of course, ye do realize that we'd have to do it quickly, and without anyone, including Commodore Norrington, knowing about it."
Elizabeth waved that aside. "Of course we do!" she said, smiling as she looked at Angela. "I still have my wedding gown, so you and I could tailor it to you before the big day. And we could have white roses and..." Elizabeth continued to ramble on about wedding plans as Jack and Angela sat and listened, fully content to let the take-charge Governor's daughter take control of their wedding.
Jack's POV:
The big day had finally arrived. After two weeks of planning, tailoring, and a single kidnapping, the wedding was in place. Of course, Angela hadn't approved of them kidnapping a priest to perform the wedding on the Pearl, but there really was no choice. Jack wanted this marriage to be official, and official was what he was going to get!
Now, standing at the helm of the Pearl, adjusting the tight neckline of his pure-white shirt, Jack felt like he was going to either jump for joy, or be sick from nervousness. He was happy to be getting married with all of his friends and crewmembers there, but he was scared that Angela might change her mind, jump off the Pearl and swim away from him! A nudge in the stomach snapped him back to the present.
"Jack, it'll be fine," Will whispered, rolling his eyes. "She loves you, you know that, and she isn't going to change her mind!"
"I'm not nervous," Jack lied, tugging at the collar again. "This thing is too bloody tight, and these new pants are chafing me!" It was sort of true; Jack wasn't used to brand-new clothes, and the black boots, new white shirt, black pants, and black sash were all too stiff for him.
"Well stop fidgeting then!" Will whispered harshly.
"Easy for ye to say, ye aren't the one getting married," Jack muttered.
"No, not today, but I felt the same way when I married Elizabeth," Will said, chuckling slightly.
Jack was prevented from answering when a sudden soft burst of applause went up from the Pearl's crewmen on deck. Elizabeth came first, wearing a soft pink gown and holding a bouquet of pink roses. Annamaria came next, carrying a bouquet of white lilies and wearing a newer set of pirate's garb with a new floppy black hat on her head. Then came Angela, and Jack could feel time stop.
She was fantastic in Elizabeth's wedding dress. All of those tailoring sessions had truly paid off, and the dress seemed like it had been made for her and not for the Governor's daughter. The white-and-silver dress hung off of Angela's shoulders and revealed quite a bit of cleavage, but she didn't seem to mind. A waist-length veil fell from her head to her back, held in place by a silver and diamond tiara that Jack had found in the treasure from the Heron. A bouquet of white roses and lilies was clutched in her hand. In overall effect, the entire affair made the young witch into a goddess of the sky. As she took her place beside Jack, he felt time start up again as the extremely unhappy priest cleared his throat.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to wed-" the priest was interrupted by Jack clearing his throat.
"Uh, Father, I think we know the drill," Jack said, giving him a pointed look. "Can we please move on with this?"
The priest sighed. "Do you, Captain Jack Sparrow, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, till death do you part?"
"Aye, I do," Jack said, looking into Angela's sparkling violet eyes.
"And do you, Angela Marie Sharp take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, till death do you part?"
She looked up into Jack's anxious face and smiled. "I do."
"Then by the power vested in me by the Church of England, I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest said hurriedly, apparently wanting to get off the Pearl as fast as he could. "You may now kiss the bride."
A huge cheer went up from the deck as Jack grabbed Angela around the waist and kissed her hard. After a moment, Jack (still kissing his new wife) waved his left hand at the crew, clearly indicating that they could go and help themselves to the food and drinks being served in the galley. The crew cheered again and raced down below. The kiss was left uninterrupted until a small cough was heard. The two newlyweds broke their kiss and turned around, finding the priest standing there, shifting from foot to foot. He appeared either very embarrassed or very impatient, but was most likely both.
"Aye, Father, what is it?" Jack asked, looking at the priest with good humor.
"Would one of your crew be willing to take me back to shore?" the priest asked, glancing around. "I have a service I need to perform."
"And we have to get back before my father misses us," Elizabeth quipped from just below the helm.
Jack sighed. "Alright, alright," he said, rolling his eyes.
Angela's POV:
A few minutes and countless goodbyes later, Will, Elizabeth, and the priest were on their way back to Port Royal, the newly dubbed Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow waving goodbye from the deck of the Pearl. The instant the rowboat landed on the island, though, Angela felt Jack swing her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
"Jack, what are you doing?!" she cried, laughing at her husband's antics.
"Taking ye down into our cabin, luv," he said, smiling at her. Kicking the door open, Jack walked across the cabin and gently lay Angela down on the bed, kissing her on the lips before going to lock the door. As he turned back towards his wife, there was a predatory look in his eyes.
Angela swallowed nervously. "Uh, Jack..." she said, her voice faint as her tall, dark, handsome, pirate husband advanced on her.
Jack grinned at her wickedly. "Don't worry, luv," he whispered as he covered her body with his. "I promise to be gentle." He grinned happily as he gently placed his lips on hers and reached for the back of her gown.
Hours later: Angela's POV:
Their wedding night had truly been something that Angela had least expected. Jack had been overeager at first, until he had learned that Angela was still a virgin. After that, he had slowed down considerably so as not to harm her, and the next several hours had been spent in perfect marital bliss. When they had cuddled up together afterwards, Angela could have sworn that she'd felt a slight warm feeling in her belly, but believed it to be the sheer happiness at being married to the greatest, most handsome pirate in the Caribbean. She was about to find out differently...
Nine Months Later: Narrator's POV:
"AHHHHH!" Angela screamed through the door of the captain's cabin. "JACK SPARROW, THIS IS ALLYOUR FAULT!"
Meanwhile, Jack was trying his damnedest to rush into his cabin to help his wife, but was currently incapacitated. Why? Because his bloody first and second mates (a.k.a.: Gibbs and Annamaria) had tied him to the mast, thereby preventing him from going to the aid of his pregnant wife. The rest of the crew continued their duties, trying to ignore their tied up captain as they had since Mrs. Sparrow had begun the birthing that morning, over twelve hours ago.
"Damn it, Gibbs, I've got every right to see my wife and kid!" Jack yelled to his first mate, who was (due to the incapacitated state of the captain) presently steering the ship towards the nearest port.
"Aye, indeed ye do, Cap'n," Gibbs called back. "But if I let ye loose, Annamaria will have both our heads for interfering with the birthing!"
Jack yelled a few choice curse words before another feminine scream from his cabin interrupted him. His eyes widened, and he began struggling harder against the ropes, hoping that one of his crew had managed to leave some of them loose. He gave up a few moments later when it became obvious that they hadn't. However, that still didn't stop Jack from giving the ropes the occasional pull or tug in hopes of one of his passing crewmen helping him get free.
Another scream pierced the air around the deck, and this time, everyone stopped what they were doing to listen. Suddenly, a smaller, fainter cry came from the cabin, and the crew let out a combined sigh of relief. Jack simply stood still as Annamaria came out of the cabin a few minutes later, drying her hands on a large cloth.
"Alright, Cap'n," she said, grinning at him. "It's time fer ye to go and see yer bonny wife and babe." She finished drying her hands, threw the towel onto her left shoulder and began undoing the ropes. "Just be sure to let the two of them get some sleep, savvy? They'll need it."
Jack hurriedly nodded as the last of the ropes fell away. After he was free, he flew to the cabin, shutting the door behind him. The crew shook their heads as they gathered outside the cabin, eager to hear about the new member of their crew.
Meanwhile, inside the cabin from Narrator's POV:
The instant the cabin door was closed, Jack quietly raced over to the bed where Angela lay propped up on a dozen pillows, holding a small moving bundle.
"Are ye alright, darling?" Jack asked, reaching out and caressing his wife's face. "Ye had me worried there for a while, what with all of the screaming and cursing going on in here." He smiled at his own joke.
She smiled back at him. "I'm fine, though I do remember cursing coming from outside the cabin as well," she replied, sounding both exhausted and amused at the same time.
Jack continued touching her face. "Sorry, luv, but the bloody crew tied me to the mast to keep me from getting to ye," he said. "Remind me to throw them in the brig later." He grinned at her, teeth flashing in the dim light coming from the lit candles on the table.
"But if you do, who will help you run the ship?" Angela teased, her violet eyes twinkling despite her ordeal. "Would you like to hold your daughter?" she whispered, holding up the bundle in her arms.
Jack nodded and carefully took the small bundle from her arms. Looking down at the tiny babe, he noticed that the girl's eyes were a bright blue, like the Caribbean was on a clear morning. Her hair, or what little there was of it, was as black as her mother's, though thick like Jack's. Unable to stop himself, Jack leaned forward and kissed the girl on the head as he stroked one of her hands with a ring-clad finger. As he pulled his lips away from the girl's forehead, he noticed that she had a good grip on his finger, and was occasionally squeezing it.
"She's got a strong grip," Jack whispered, looking over at his wife. "And I noticed that her eyes aren't like either of ours, luv."
Angela shrugged. "I was sort of a fluke in my family," she said, leaning back onto the pillows. "My mother had blue eyes, as did my father, or so I was told. No one else in the family has ever had violet eyes, so you could say that I'm unique." She gazed fondly at her daughter. "Of course, you do realize that she'll be a witch when she grows up, don't you?" she asked, looking back up at her husband. "All women in the family are witches, no exceptions."
Jack smiled at her before turning back to the baby. "Wouldn't have it any other way, luv," he said, his finger still trapped by his little daughter. "So what do we call ye, lass?" he asked the babe, looking down into her deep blue eyes.
"Athena," Angela replied. "It means strength and wisdom, and I think that she'll need both."
Jack nodded, not taking his eyes off of the bundle. "Athena Pearl Sparrow," Jack said, grinning as he heard his wife laugh at the middle name. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" he softly sang to the babe as she drifted off to sleep. Looking up, he saw that his wife had drifted off as well. Still holding his child, Jack quietly opened the door and held a finger over his mouth, indicating quiet.
"This is my baby girl, Athena Pearl Sparrow," he said softly, though loud enough for the crew to hear. His words were greeted with a small round of applause, and he smiled as he looked down at the sleeping bundle in his arms. "Welcome to the Black Pearl, lass."
AN: It's all over! Well, this story, at least. I'll try and crank out a small sequel, because I really want to get started on that other fic of mine before I forget it! Don't forget to leave a review in the little treasure box, and I'll see you all soon!