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etc. from it. It belongs to Disney.
Jack sighed heavily as he and Jen climbed into bed that night.
"Dinner was a fun event." Jen remarked dryly, sliding under the covers. Jack gave her a distracted half smile.
"Yes, it was." He murmured. Jen rolled her eyes, trying to appear nonchalant. However, she was worried. Jack had only drank half of the rum set in front of him. Of course, every time he had gotten halfway finished, it was filled again. But still, it was unlike Jack to not drink it all. Dinner had been quiet. Anyone else would've said it was amazingly noisy. Elizabeth agreed entirely. She thought it had been so noisy the neighbors must've thought they were having a party. What with the two little boys screaming and yelling and laughing and throwing peas at each other, they made enough noise for ten grown men. And Jen and Elizabeth chatted away the entire time. What Elizabeth had failed to notice was the quietness of Jack and the vicious looks Will kept sending him.
"Jack?" Jen murmured, rolling over. She lay her arm across his chest. Jack looked over at her.
"Yes luv?"
"I love you, all right?" Jen said quietly. Jack smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"Love you too, Jen. Good night." He said, and then blew out the candle. It didn't take long. Jen only took thirty minutes to fall asleep. Still, Jack hesitated. Could he leave his family, face nearly certain death? Jack remained motionless. But another force called him away, equaling his love of his family. His love for the ocean and her depth and the wind was beckoning. The chance of adventure was calling him. Jack was an hour behind schedule. He hadn't planned on feeling regret at leaving, if only for awhile. He removed Jen's arm and tucked the covers around her. He pulled on his shirt and strapped his sword around his waist. He pulled on his coat and plunked his hat firmly on his head. He held his boots in his hand, not wanting to make noise until he had to. Nothing seemed to be going right though. The door creaked so loudly as Jack closed it he thought even the neighbors had heard. Still, the house slept. The floorboards creaked every time he moved, even if his feet didn't. He opened the door to Charlie's room, where L.J was sleeping.
"Adios, mate." He whispered. The door shut quietly. And then luck really ran out. Jack had reached the top of the stairs. The boots slipped out of his hands. One boot bounced down the stairs, seeming to thump extra hard on each step. The other landed with a hard crack in front of Jack. Cursing silently, Jack bent over to pick it up. And fate pushed him right over. The boot went with him, and together they rolled, bounced, and slid down the stairs. Jack landed with such a loud thump that he was certain the entire neighborhood was awake. He was sure that any second frantic neighbors would be knocking on the door, Charlie would be screaming bloody murder and waving his little sword, Jen would come silently and lethally from her room, a knife in her hand, ready to defend herself and her baby from an intruder. L.J would come out brandishing his mini sword, and Will would run from his room with his long sword shining warningly in the moonlight after ordering Elizabeth to stay put. Jack winced. But nothing. The house remained silent and slept on, unaware. Jack sighed with relief and pulled on his boots. He opened the door and looked out into the quiet, cool night air. He glanced upstairs once more.
"Well, I'm getting that horizon!" He muttered, not wanting to say goodbye. Then he was off, racing silently through the streets. He arrived at the Pearl shortly, where the crew was waiting lined up, silent and stony faced as he approached. Anamaria was shaking her head slowly and her fingers were close to her face, like she was ready to bite them. Gibbs stepped up to Jack first.
"So yeh really left them?" He asked slowly. Jack scowled.
"Temporarily, mate. I thought you didn't like Jen? And remember, women are bad luck, savvy?" Jack reminded Gibbs. Gibbs sighed heavily.
"Those two never brought us bad luck. I feel like we're trying to catch a wind without sails." Gibbs muttered. Jack felt the ill words sink in, but his stoic face returned almost instantly.
"To your positions, you scurvy sea dogs! Into the mainmast with you! Raise anchor! We've got a treasure to find!" Jack shouted. The crew instantly sprang into action. Jack took the wheel, Anamaria lagging at his heels. She seemed nervous, something Jack had never seen in her. The ship groaned and then took to the sea again. Jack glanced so quickly over his shoulder he may as well have been staring into the sails the entire time. He couldn't help feeling bad, and he couldn't help feeling good. But either way, Jack Sparrow would do what he wanted.
And when the morning came, he was so far gone he couldn't hear the scream that woke most of Port Royal. Captain Sparrow was so set in his adventure he didn't hear the scream of a shaken tigress.
Jack sighed heavily as he and Jen climbed into bed that night.
"Dinner was a fun event." Jen remarked dryly, sliding under the covers. Jack gave her a distracted half smile.
"Yes, it was." He murmured. Jen rolled her eyes, trying to appear nonchalant. However, she was worried. Jack had only drank half of the rum set in front of him. Of course, every time he had gotten halfway finished, it was filled again. But still, it was unlike Jack to not drink it all. Dinner had been quiet. Anyone else would've said it was amazingly noisy. Elizabeth agreed entirely. She thought it had been so noisy the neighbors must've thought they were having a party. What with the two little boys screaming and yelling and laughing and throwing peas at each other, they made enough noise for ten grown men. And Jen and Elizabeth chatted away the entire time. What Elizabeth had failed to notice was the quietness of Jack and the vicious looks Will kept sending him.
"Jack?" Jen murmured, rolling over. She lay her arm across his chest. Jack looked over at her.
"Yes luv?"
"I love you, all right?" Jen said quietly. Jack smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"Love you too, Jen. Good night." He said, and then blew out the candle. It didn't take long. Jen only took thirty minutes to fall asleep. Still, Jack hesitated. Could he leave his family, face nearly certain death? Jack remained motionless. But another force called him away, equaling his love of his family. His love for the ocean and her depth and the wind was beckoning. The chance of adventure was calling him. Jack was an hour behind schedule. He hadn't planned on feeling regret at leaving, if only for awhile. He removed Jen's arm and tucked the covers around her. He pulled on his shirt and strapped his sword around his waist. He pulled on his coat and plunked his hat firmly on his head. He held his boots in his hand, not wanting to make noise until he had to. Nothing seemed to be going right though. The door creaked so loudly as Jack closed it he thought even the neighbors had heard. Still, the house slept. The floorboards creaked every time he moved, even if his feet didn't. He opened the door to Charlie's room, where L.J was sleeping.
"Adios, mate." He whispered. The door shut quietly. And then luck really ran out. Jack had reached the top of the stairs. The boots slipped out of his hands. One boot bounced down the stairs, seeming to thump extra hard on each step. The other landed with a hard crack in front of Jack. Cursing silently, Jack bent over to pick it up. And fate pushed him right over. The boot went with him, and together they rolled, bounced, and slid down the stairs. Jack landed with such a loud thump that he was certain the entire neighborhood was awake. He was sure that any second frantic neighbors would be knocking on the door, Charlie would be screaming bloody murder and waving his little sword, Jen would come silently and lethally from her room, a knife in her hand, ready to defend herself and her baby from an intruder. L.J would come out brandishing his mini sword, and Will would run from his room with his long sword shining warningly in the moonlight after ordering Elizabeth to stay put. Jack winced. But nothing. The house remained silent and slept on, unaware. Jack sighed with relief and pulled on his boots. He opened the door and looked out into the quiet, cool night air. He glanced upstairs once more.
"Well, I'm getting that horizon!" He muttered, not wanting to say goodbye. Then he was off, racing silently through the streets. He arrived at the Pearl shortly, where the crew was waiting lined up, silent and stony faced as he approached. Anamaria was shaking her head slowly and her fingers were close to her face, like she was ready to bite them. Gibbs stepped up to Jack first.
"So yeh really left them?" He asked slowly. Jack scowled.
"Temporarily, mate. I thought you didn't like Jen? And remember, women are bad luck, savvy?" Jack reminded Gibbs. Gibbs sighed heavily.
"Those two never brought us bad luck. I feel like we're trying to catch a wind without sails." Gibbs muttered. Jack felt the ill words sink in, but his stoic face returned almost instantly.
"To your positions, you scurvy sea dogs! Into the mainmast with you! Raise anchor! We've got a treasure to find!" Jack shouted. The crew instantly sprang into action. Jack took the wheel, Anamaria lagging at his heels. She seemed nervous, something Jack had never seen in her. The ship groaned and then took to the sea again. Jack glanced so quickly over his shoulder he may as well have been staring into the sails the entire time. He couldn't help feeling bad, and he couldn't help feeling good. But either way, Jack Sparrow would do what he wanted.
And when the morning came, he was so far gone he couldn't hear the scream that woke most of Port Royal. Captain Sparrow was so set in his adventure he didn't hear the scream of a shaken tigress.