A/N I don't own anything that you have seen or heard from POTC.
Jack listened very patiently while I told him all about my past, everything I and worked so hard to hide. But what did I have to lose? So I told him everything. Except… I kept the treasure a secret. I didn't want to have to split it… I deserved every coin for all that Chris did to me. Those days when I waited for him to decide what to do with me were torture… literally. His crew tortured me, scarring my skin, making deep cuts and pressing alcohol and matches onto the wounds. This was another thing I did not tell Jack… He did not need to know that my body is scarred. It's not like he'll ever see anything. Not like I want him to.
But after I finished telling him everything, I was scared that he might leave, or not want to help anymore. But it was the chance I had to take… I wanted him to know so he could decide for himself whether to trust me.
But I was becoming painfully aware that in a tight situation, in which I might have to abandon Jack, I might not be able to do it. I could see Jack was thinking.
"Alright, love. Here's how I see it… there's trust between us, right? Well, at some point, I might say something so that it seems like I'm betraying you, but I won't. I swear to god I won't… you understand?"
"I understand…" I told him, but there was something nagging at my mind at the word 'understand.' "You should learn French, Jack."
Jack just shrugged.
"French might be useful for you to learn… I will speak it with Luna." I told him. He shook his head.
"Think I'll stick with English for now."
I just shrugged, and looked at the one bed in the room.
"I'll split it with you." Jack said. But I had other ideas. I grabbed the blanket off the bed, and the pillow. There was another for Jack, but he would have to live with no blanket.
I lay in a corner, head propped on the pillow leaning against the wall, and then I put my hands behind my head. Jack lay on the mattress, and after a minute, I heard him say;
"Can you sing, Hope?"
"A little." I told him, lying. Hell yes I could sing! I sing beautifully.
"Have you heard the song 'Yo Ho'?"
"Yes…" I said, unsure what he was asking.
"Sing it." He said, prodding me on.
"No." I laughed.
"But you do know the song… and you do know the meaning of pirate, so you're not that bad a pirate." He said.
"That doesn't make you a pirate." I told him.
We were both quiet until finally, I fell asleep.
But then I heard a noise. It was very soft, but somehow I am too light a sleeper. I couldn't help it… whatever it was had woken me up. I heard something right next to me, and then uneven breathing.
Jack was not asleep.
The stupid jerk couldn't even learn to be quiet. I suppose if you were hiding fro redcoat it would work, but you have to be much quieter than that if you're going to try and sneak up on me. I hear everything.
"Jack, would you go to sleep and stop staring at me?" I told him, keeping my eyes closed. I could feel his surprise… he jumped slightly when I opened my mouth.
"Of course, love, I was just testing…" He lied. I could tell it was a lie… but I couldn't figure out why he would just sit there and stare at me. It was unsettling.
"Well, don't." I told him, and he got up to go back to the bed.
"Thanks for taking the floor, love."
"I don't like pet names."
"Fine. Hope."
"You're welcome."
"Really, I've never had a woman sleep on the floor before."
I was now extremely curious.
"So… you have had a woman sleep in your bed before?"
"Of course!"
"Without you in it?"
"Um…"
"That's what I thought."
"And this matters because?"
"Never mind."
"No, really. Why do you care?"
"I don't, okay?" I don't understand why he was making such a big deal out of this.
"Okay…"
But it was quite obvious that he thought I was somewhat bothered by the new information. Of course not. Actually, this wasn't new to me… rumors following him had told me of his loose ways with women. But what did it matter?
"Actually," I told him. "I can't sleep, so I think I'll go downstairs"
"I'd be glad to join you for more rum, if that's what you're doing." He said, sitting up.
"Well, feel free to just tag along behind me everywhere, like a little puppy dog."
"I would be honored."
"Are you honestly going to come?"
He paused for a moment. "Actually, I think I'll just try to sleep some more."
"Alright then, see you in the morning."
And I went downstairs to the bar.
Jack's POV:
I fully expect that when I go down there in the morning, she will be drunk.
Oh well. Good night.