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A big thank you to black magic, untouchable and Moulin, here's another chapter to keep you going, hope you like it.
"So is the chase back on Captain?" Sasha smiled as she pulled her body back into her dress. Jack glanced over at her, a grin crawling across his mouth.
"There's no chase darling, you'll give me my part of the deal and we'll be on our merry ways." he pulled up his breaches and tightened the waist band. Sasha licked her dry bruised lips and studied the pirate.
"You really want to live forever?" she asked sitting down on the damp grass and playing absent mindedly with a lock of her tousled hair. Jack glanced over and cocked his head to the side.
"Doesn't everybody?" he took up place beside her still watching her face.
"If I did then I would have drunk the cursed stuff ages ago." she smiled and lent back on her elbows, "Watching the people you know and love die around you, meeting new friends and loved ones and then watching them die too," she shook her head, "its not for me Captain, only the people who are completely incapable of love can benefit. Its not a blessing it's a curse." she stole a look at him to watch for a reaction. He frowned.
"Why did you steal it then, if you have no intention of using such a thing?"
"I was greedy then, wanted to be the person who had Gabreils Tears," she shrugged, "I did at one point think of using it but I'm not a strong person, I don't think I could handle an eternity locked in this body and life." Jack grinned and looked down at his own body.
"I could." he commented and Sasha rolled her eyes.
"Immortality changes people Jack, you should know all about that." This particular comment made Jack ponder, of course it would change him, nobody would be able to kill his weasly ass but in doing so would it drive him on further. He didn't want to end up like Barbossa, black hearted and inhuman.
"Wouldn't change me that much." he answered softly still musing on her words.
"Would it not make you braver Jack?" he nodded, "Then you'd be brave enough to engage in more fights, kill more people. When would you stop Jack?"
"We don't need to be having this conversation love, its mine and I'll use how I please." he made a move to stand but Sasha snagged his wrist.
"Have you ever been in so much pain Jack that you pleaded and prayed that death would come soon?" Jack's eyes darkened and he did not answer, that feeling was all too familiar with him on several occasions. Sasha stared hard into his eyes seeing this hidden answer, "Imagine that death would never come, never an end to that pain. It would eat you alive, corrupt you." she let go of his wrist and turned her gaze to the distant lights of the manor. "You'll thank me when your time comes, that I didn't give you it." Jack stayed silent for a long moment. Her intention had been to put him off the idea and it had worked but on his other hand, he loved his life, he wanted to keep it for as long as possible, the thought of dying was to him, boredom.
"Where is it love?" he asked softly letting her eyes find his. She smiled gently and Jack saw for the fleeting of moments the innocence in her, a face that no longer carried that hungry look of desire and mischief and for that moment she looked just like a child.
"I hid it." she turned away again and Jack caught her chin with a single finger.
"Where?" he tilted her head back to search her eyes.
"I don't remember, I know the where abouts roughly but I don't know exactly." Jack snorted.
"Don't you bullshit me darling, you don't just FORGET the whereabouts of such a thing." his hand pulled her head back with more force than intended and she winced at the power of his move. He drew his hand away immediately feeling like a brute, a bully.
"If your not inclined to use it and I am then what harm is it for you to give me it?" Anger flashed in her eyes suddenly and she straightened up.
"Because you didn't see him Jack." her voice was rough, dark with the memories that she had carried.
"Who?" his frustration was lost to him and he grabbed her by the shoulders biting back the urge to shake out the location and whatever fool she was twittering on about.
Pulling away, Sasha slapped at his hands and shuffled further away from him.
"John Louter. The first man that encountered the Tears." he straitened her skirt and pondered briefly wither to go on, the look on Jack's face suggested she had no choice.
"There was two bottles originally, one from each of the angel Gabriel's eyes," she waved a hand in the air, "or so the myth says. Louter was the first man to encounter them, his intentions to take one and give the other to his sweetheart. On his travels back he was attacked by the French fighters and looted. Fearing his death he took the liquid and lost the other to the soldiers. This was about a hundred or so years ago. Lost for the time being the second bottle of Tears was bought and sold, never used until it landed in the hands of the previous owner before me. Louter, about a century and a half old by now followed the traces and also landed in the hands of the previous." she sighed, "Locked him up, he'd gone mad. I visited him one day down in the basement cells. Thinking it could never be as bad as Gerald said but I was mistaken. He was a hansom man John Louter, hadn't aged a bit. But his eyes Jack. He looked at me, scared me half to death." she paused to take in a much needed breath. "Then the wailing started, screams, begging for death to come to him, he rolled about on the floor as if some unknown force was tearing at his insides. Screaming, crying." she lowered her eyes trying to push the thought from her mind. "The Tears are no good to the wrong hands." Jack watched her thoughtfully as she finished, then bringing his own hands up to her he smiled softly.
"Are these hands not the right ones?" Sasha's wistful smile returned and she took hold of one of his hands, letting her thumb rub over his palm.
"No Jack, these hands belong to a good man, and like I said before only and bad man will benefit for immortality." she sighed and looked up at him hoping she'd got through to him.
"I'm as bad as they come love, I'll benefit just fine." he grinned and bounced a kiss off her forehead before standing, stretching his back and arms.
"We leave tomorrow, make arrangement with your crew to meet up with you in a few weeks, I'll be expecting you abort the Pearl before this night ends." he began making his way across the preened gardens, "Your company tonight was…" he threw a roguish grin over his shoulder, "rather pleasant, perhaps not last of such nights darling." with a mocking bow and a final wink he melded into the darkness leaving Sasha alone and afraid of what she was about the get into. A few things unmentioned, but not forgotten troubled her. An adventure to begin? Or perhaps a nightmare.