Hehe, um, don't kill me, but I think this will be the last chappie. It isn't the greatest, in fact, I think it kinda sucks, but hey, that's life. Schools definitely a bitch. I have two college classes and im only 15. what has this world come to? there will be no sequel, theres just too much going on. I may write some more once I get my schedule more organized, but for now, im not that talented to balance it all out. I spend 7 hours at school, 3 at volleyball, and approximately 2 with homework. That leaves me with 12 hours, but I spend 9 of those sleeping. I get grouchy otherwise. Gah, please don't get mad. I will come back, I promise, it just wont be for a while. Love you all, enjoy the last part ive written:
Before Gemma realized what was happening, she was kissing the mysterious man back. But for some reason, it felt as if she had experienced this utopia before. Her insides began to melt from ecstasy and had she been standing on her feet, Gemma would no doubt have fallen head over heels once more. She withdrew from the kiss, desperately wanting to know who the man was, but with the darkness of the shop, it was nearly impossible to make out any features. The man grabbed hold of her hand and flipped it over, revealing her palm. A small peck of pleasure was given, and Gemma shivered involuntarily. He then bowed like a proper gentleman and ran out of the shop. Behind where he stood was her dress lying in all its glory. She picked it up delicately and scrambled back to Elizabeth, eager to share what happened.
"Gemma! What took you so long?" Liz questioned.
Gemma placed an innocent smile across her lips, "I couldn't find the dress. I did, however, find something else."
Elizabeth shot her eyebrows up displaying her curiosity. "I went in and began to search for my dress, but it proved hopeless. It wasn't until I saw it in a chair I hold most certainly passed numerous times before that I got my surprise." Gemma said happily.
"I went over to get it, but tripped, no big shock there. I would have fallen ungracefully to the floor if it hadn't been for this man. He caught me and then we kissed."
Elizabeth saw the twinkle in her friend's eyes. She knew who that man was. That was what the whole fiasco in the shop had been about when she was in there. At first when Elizabeth was there, she couldn't believe her eyes, and then she blamed the illusion on the horrid lighting, but there was no way she could put aside that distinct smell of rum and seawater, that and his voice. No doubt when Gemma finds out who it is she will go crazy, not that she already isn't. All Elizabeth knew, though, was that tomorrow night her anniversary dinner will be one she will never forget.
Night of the Party:
Maids had been shuffling in and out of the house the entire day. Gemma was going bonkers just watching them all. She decided to take a little walk before her self-preparation and opened the double doors to the patio. A soft breeze filled the empty space around her and she welcomed it with open arms. Her head tilted backwards, getting a lung full of fresh air. It was a little much though because Gemma soon began to shutter with coughs. Forcing herself to stay calm, Gemma sat on a nearby bench for support. There was no use in getting Lizzie all riled up over nothing before her big night. After the overall nausea and dizziness went away, she picked herself up and walked proudly into the sitting room as if nothing was wrong. There was a party tonight, and she intended to have the best damn time possible without the worry of her health.
An hour before guests were supposed to arrive, Gemma found herself in her room struggling for air. No, not from sickness, but from the blasted corset Elizabeth was forcing her to wear. The maids were being rather gentle about it and weren't fastening it too tight, but she found her lack of air a common occurrence as of late. She struggled with her dress; it just wouldn't budge without the corset being tighter. Gemma nodded at the maid telling her it was okay to tighten the laces. Her eyes bulged at the restriction, but did not comment. Another half an hour of preparation and Gemma was ready to go. She glided down the marble staircase without an escort and began to mingle with the guests. She spotted Will not too far and headed off. Her migration was cut short by a hand that grasper her arm. She turned to look at whoever it was, but froze. The man in front of her had a black mask covering half his face as if it were a masquerade ball. His entire attire was black as well and dark silky hair was pulled loosely into a low ponytail. This man was gorgeous!
"Excuse me Mademoiselle, may I have your name?" he asked politely.
Gemma just gaped. The French accent fit him perfectly. "Gemma Doyle at your service." She said, sticking out her hand for him to kiss. He did so, and she tingled with joy.
"I am Jacques Spraw."
"Tis a pleasure to meet you sir." She replied shyly. It didn't even occur to her that Jacques had the same chocolaty brown eyes as a certain pirate she once knew, or how similar the names were. All that Gemma saw was how beautiful this man was.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mademoiselle Doyle. May I have this dance?"
She let off a curt nod and walked hand in hand with Jacques to the ballroom. The music began, but it wasn't traditional English music. It had a risqué sensation that flowed throughout the entire room. Gemma, not used to this in the least, was smiling all the while during the fast pace song. She twisted and turned when necessary and clung to Jacques as if her life depended on it. He as well seemed to be enjoying himself. That is until it was his turn to cling onto Gemma. She had just fainted. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Jacques danced their way to the opening of the room and up the stairs. Picking one of the many bedrooms, he flung the door open and gently laid Gemma's unconscious self down. Withdrawing a knife, he slowly began cutting her dress open.
Gemma felt something prying at her dress from the front and opened her eyes, thus letting out a scream at the sight before her. Not realizing what she was doing, Gemma shot upward causing Jacques to fall. She set her body in a defensive stance, a look in her eyes daring him to come closer.
"What were you doing?" she hissed at him.
Jacques gave off an innocent smile, "I was unfastening your dress Mademoiselle."
"I can see that. But why?"
"Do you not remember?" he questioned her.
She shook her head no. "We were dancing and you fainted. I did the first thing I thought of, and brought you up to a room to…" at this he just blushed slightly.
"To what?" she demanded.
"To unlace your corset."
Gemma watched the peculiar man in front of her. Why is it that she believed him? She looked at him closely, noting the concern showing in his eyes.
"Well then, shoo. I suppose I will just finish what you started. This thing obviously hasn't done me any good. I thank you for your care."
"I was more than happy to be of service. But I insist, let me help you with that. After all, no one else is here to assist you, and no doubt it is almost impossible to do it solo."
Gemma thought for a moment. It was completely and totally improper for her if she were to let him help her. But, then again, she was a pirate, and the longing for his touch was present as well. She walked over to the doors and shut them, hoping that was a good enough answer for Jacques. He stepped nearer and began slipping her dress off her shoulders. His breath was hot on her back, and this feeling was unlike any other she had before. Except of course, with Jack. Oh Jack, she thought, why, why did you do that? Jacques fingers began unlacing her corset gracefully, making it seem like he has had much practice. He was just getting to the bottom when Gemma spun around and faced him. She lifted her small hand and caressed the side of his face. This is all wrong, she told herself, I still love Jack. She picked at the edge of his mask and slowly pulled it down. A weathered yet handsome face stared back at her, high cheekbones clearly distinguishable without any scruff. Her palm brushed against the smoothness of his chin as she looked him in the eye. It was then that she knew who Jacques really was.
"Jack…" she whispered, not believing it was true. She backed away, taking the whole man in, and sighed. It wasn't possible for him to be alive. Maybe this was just one big dream.
"Hello love." He said in a regular English accent. No one else sounded like that. It had to be him! She ran over and leaped into his arms, crying softly.
"It's ok Gem, I'm here." He reassured her.
"No, it can't be you, you're dead. Dead!"
Jack squeezed her tightly before setting them both down on the bed. He petted her head and pushed it against his shoulder.
"I can explain it all. Now I'm pretty sure you heard the story about me and ol' Barbossa back in the day, aye?" he asked. Gemma nodded. "Well then, I pocketed a coin before I left the Pearl. So really, I was dead, but just not in that sense I suppose."
Jack smiled at Gemma, hoping it would be helpful and to not cause anger to well up inside of her. She snarled back at him, held up her fist, and punched him smack in the face. The blow was so powerful, despite the fact that she was sitting down, that Jack fell off the bed. He grabbed his jaw and rubbed it painfully.
"No why you gotta go n' do that, eh?"
"Don't you be expecting any sympathy from me Jack Sparrow! Why didn't you come back sooner?"
"I had to make sure the thought I was dead before I made an appearance. I came back to Port Royal last week."
"So it was you who kept following me! And it was you in the shop!" she yelled, clenching her fists in fury.
"Aye, that it was. For a pirate, I'm not very sneaky then, eh?"
"Unbelievable! I haven't seen you in over a year, thought you were dead, and you're commenting on how you're as stealthy as a bore?"
"Well, yes…" he said unsurely.
Gemma started pounding his chest ferociously, at which he looked amused. It wasn't meant for harm, merely to release all the anger built up inside of her. Jack grabbed her wrists to make her stop.
"Now it's my turn for a question, love." He said, looking at her with nothing but the utmost seriousness.
"Why did you faint on me earlier?"
She didn't reply. Instead, she found her feet a rather entertaining spot to watch. It didn't last long though, Jack tilted her chin up with two of his fingers.
"Just tell me. I can always ask good ol' Lizzie."
"Elizabeth? She knew?"
Jack shook his head guiltily. Gemma understood now. If it was him in the shop when she was alone, he must also have been the reason for Liz's sudden disappearance.
"Truthfully, I don't know what's wrong with me. My health hasn't been the best though."
With her last words, Gemma sprouted tears. She cradled herself in Jack's lap while he rubbed her back in a soothing manner.
"I don't understand it! I just found you again! And now…and now, ergh, I don't think I can put up with this for longer."
"Don't talk lass, just sleep." He advised. She did as told, but not before sleepily taking off her the rest of her garment which left her in her shift. She snuggled underneath the covers, and Jack lay next to her offering her warmth. Within minutes, she was sound asleep. Jack grinned to himself as he watched his one true love fall asleep in his arms.
ok, um, im not sure what to do. Its nice for the story to end like this, even if it wasn't beneficial in the facts department. But you know, I have another part written for after this, but it was kinda hard to write Jack's part. I mean, how do you have dialogue for a caring and worried Jack. It's totally OOC. I had him saying stuff like 'I've heard bout that. People say once it starts, you don't live long after' that's after a convo between him and Liz about Gemma's health the next morning. If you want, I can post it, but it just didn't fit. Im not in a romancey mood right now. Please forgive me. Go ahead and flame me if you want, I will just use them to roast marshmallows with. A new technique for gaining weight, you see. Big smiley face to all