Chapter 10 – Jacky Boy returns home

Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love...

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots. I still do not own jack.... but Kira Ryan and her past present and future do belong to me......

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They wandered for at least a half an hour down an array of ominous back alleys and disgusting cobbled streets towards the other side of town. As they walked, the modest clumped wooden houses slowly dwindled and were farer between. Soon they started to near the captains' houses each distinctly white with handsome yellow stoned walls that kept the out side away from their richer reality.

As they kept going down the now dirt road, Kira began to question Jack about where they were heading. "Right heres luv," he said pointing to a similarly expensive home to those that scattered the apparently rich neighborhood.

As she looked at it with intent she realized that jack couldn't possibly know any one that lived here. One thought came to her mind. 'He's trying to rob this house!' "Jack, no offense, but didn't you just warn your crew not to get in any trouble. We could get hanged for probably even staring at a house like that not to mention ransacking it" He looked at her oddly.

"What makes ye think I'll be ransacking it? He asked. "Well let's look at the facts. One you're a pirate. Number two, I bet you could have all the girls, booze, and rum ya wanted if ya just stole their doorknob. And three, you're a pirate, that's what pirates do!" she ranted trying to support her thoughts while counting the numbers bluntly off on her own hand.

He just smirked, "I am not just any pirate though, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. I can already have any lass I wants... with the exception of ye o'course," he said and then muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like "pity" while he glanced momentarily at her then continued with his thought. "And I gots me enough booze and rum, this is just a personal call to some old relations..." "Such as...." Jack looked somewhat sheepish, "Me aunt..." he said so quietly you could barely have heard him if he were talking directly into your ear.

He waited for her to laugh, but was surprised when she didn't. "Your aunt? I get to meet a real relative of yours!" she said enthusiastically, then her face kind of crinkled up, "She's not like you... is she?" "What do ye mean is she like me?" taking immediate offense "Well...you're not the most... normal slash civilized person in the world." "Well she's lots more worse than me I can tell you that. A horrid lady she is always fusing and yelling ugh the headaches...." He said with a drunken brawl holding his head in his hands. "Alas, It was my mother's dying wish that I look after her. She could have asked that for a special mark on her grave, or a glass of whisky, but no she had to bloody ask that I take care of me fart of an aunt." He said with a scowl.

Kira rolled her eyes and started slowly towards the gate. Jack ran to catch up with her and they walked silently towards through the unguarded gate and up the magnificent stone steps to the front door. The door was a rich cherry wood with delicate carvings engraved in its twisting grains.

The knocker was an exceedingly oversized brass circle that weighed at least a good ten pounds. Jack raised it easily as far up as it would go with his hard earned muscles and then let it go quickly. It thudded hard into the beautiful door making it and the surrounding doorframe shake as it admitted a loud noise. Kira hit him hard in his upper arm for his carelessness. "Bloody hell woman that hurt!" "As well it should have" she said with disdain, and then with much more grace used it to knock twice. He pouted, as the door opened for her, and a maid slowly opened the door.

She was a small English woman and wore a plain pink dress and a bonnet on her head. She smiled nicely toward Kira, bowing her head almost as if she was a revered official of some sorts. "Good day milady" she said softly with out command. "Good day," Kira replied out of courtesy before asking if the Lady of the house was in. "Yes milady, come with me." She opened the heavy door all the way, revealing a wide stair case which wound all the up to the second floor with beautiful red carpets and a glass chandelier that hung an array of candles and glittered in the afternoon light.

The two pirates were led down a narrow hallways assorted with pictures of older relatives, some with a very keen likeness to jack himself, Kira noted. No matter how much he might have looked like his predecessors, the maid did not make the connection and was constantly eyeing Jack uneasily. "What a friendly homecoming," Kira muttered to him while she was not within hearing range. He grumbled something unremarkable as they entered into a small parlor room with a spectacular view of the sea.

She walked to the window slowly staring out to see the waves slowly break on the shore. "The lady will be with you presently," the maid said before ducking out leaving them to their own thoughts. "Gorgeous ain't it?" jack mumbled into her ear. She popped out of her trance like gaze and turned hurriedly towards him embarrassed at being so enthralled by just a view. She bumped into him as she turned, him being so close, and their heads were almost nose-to-nose despite a slight height difference. She looked up at him, daring to really look into his eyes for the first time. They were brown and dark, almost black. She had always thought them somewhat cold and unforgiving but at that moment they held warmth and emotion that he characteristically never showed. After a few seconds his eyes boring into her soul became too much and she back away and turned again to the window. She could feel his eyes containing to stare at her questioningly, but she pretended to ignore it until finally a noise from behind.

A petite Hispanic lady entered the room. She was tall and regal, looking every bit of her station with a gorgeous cream dress that was bordered with expensive silk ribbon around every edge. She was not old, looking no more than in her late thirties with little or no wrinkles and her hair still as black as midnight. Her skin was tan and set off he handsome dress making her appear every inch the beauty she was. She saw Jack, and her eyes instantly widened, "Jack? Oh Jacky boy, you are alive." She said rushing towards him abandoning any lady like behavior and flung her self at him smothering him in a huge hug. Kira almost laughed at his nickname but did not wish to spoil the moment though it looked as if Jack would have welcomed it with open arms.

"I've prayed every day on your mother's grave that you would return alive," she reprimanded in her heavy accent. "Aye me, what she would do if she knew what you devilish things you do to her poor sister. I wait every day for a letter or news that you are well, but no word nada. If I was not as kind as me you would have been out on the streets as a child, I took you in and this is how you pay me?" she asked emotionally. Jack opened up his mouth to answer but she cut him off. "Aye Maria, lo que tu madre diría si ella vio tu esta manera, pareciendose a usted hace. Ella arrollará sobre en su tumba pobre si ella supo se parece a esto."1 She said breaking Spanish as she flailed her arms around dramatically in her rant. It was clear then why Jack did not favor his aunt, it was because she was the only one that could control him. This concept was demonstrated when jack tried to be brave and told his aunt mid rant that he was leaving right now. "Siéntete! cómo le te atreve sale cuando hablo con tu. Su madre no le habría permitido ser tan irrespetuoso!"2 For the second time that day he looked sheepish and simply said yes ma'mam before retuning to his chair.

During this whole exchange Kira just looked on amused as jack's ego got a beating. It wasn't till his aunt had reached the end of her rope that she seemed to notice that their was another person in the room. "Aye jack, how come you did not tell me that you brought a guest. You just let her sit there while i ranted on a like an old woman?" again he tried to speak but no words came out. "May i ask what your name is?" she asked polietly towards her. "Kira Ryan milady." "Ah, you name suits you it means dark lady no?" she nodded yes and she smiled kindly at her. "You look like you have had a long day let me take you to a room to bathe and have a rest. We can talk later over dinner." "That would be great." Kira repiled following her out of the room. As she left she could her jack mutter, "Of course, i get me ears bloody yelled off and she gets.." She didn't get to hear the rest as the lady of the house led her up the back stair well.

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1 Aye Maria, what you mother would say if she saw you this way, looking like you do. She will roll over in her poor grave if she knew you look like this.

2 Sit down! how dare you leave when i am speaking to you. Your mother would have never allowed you to be so disrespectful