I have a Jack Book. Yeah!!!! For anyone not following which is like probably half the world. My jack book is my most prized possession. Because of the following reasons
1. because it's my Jack book
2. it holds my fanfic and
3. oh yeah it's my Jack book
To explain how to have a jack book just like mine is easy follow these simple steps
1. find a sexy picture of Jack - shouldn't be very hard
2. by notebook with see through cover
3. stick Jack picture on front – budder bing, Budder boom one Jack Book
Now we all know how to get a jack book on with the chapter.
I should of done this in the last chapter and certainly before the whole Jack Book thing. I have to thank every one who reviewed the last chapter, especially my very first reviewer ange7snow thanks a lot.
Disclaimer: Don't own now I told ya, so ya can't sue. It belongs to Disney and all those other people.
Chapter Three
As they got closer to the ship, Will began to recognise it What the hell was Jack doing in Port Royal, he knew that if Norrington caught wind of his unusual guest, he'd be hanging in the noon breeze before he could say Savvy. Will didn't understand and what made matters worse was this woman was swimming toward the Pearl, and while Jack may not be Barbossa he was still a pirate after all, and that meant this girl could be in a lot of trouble.
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Roseanna couldn't believe the mess she'd gotten herself into this time. This was bad, so very bad. She'd been stuck in a jail with an uptight prick and knowing her luck this jerk was probably a prude or something, and very, very likely to report her and the entire crew to Norrington. But then again he was hot enough to have been receiving female attention since he was old enough to talk, so he probably wasn't a prude, she just whished he wasn't such a jerk, but then again how many guys had she known that hadn't been total jerks. Maybe it was the secret mission of the entire male race to be jerks, maybe there was a chapter on being a jerk in the male handbook to life or maybe men had been getting away with being jerks for so long society had started to expect it of them. Hey, that's it, they just think it's expected of them or something. The men on the Pearl were just strange. Association with Jack was probably the key.
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They were within hearing distance of the pearl, so Roseanna stopped and treaded water with her left hand. She brought her right hand to her mouth and let out an ear-piercing
whistle. Immediately Gibsy's head came over the side of the boat followed closely by his fathers, the disreputable old brute Mr Gibbs. They smiled when they saw her and threw her a rope. She swam towards it, forgetting completely about the man behind her. Grabbing hold of the rope, she gave it a hard tug and for them to pull her up. Rosanna was already waist height out of water before the young man made his presence known again.
Grabbing onto her arm the man pulled her off the rope. Noticing that the load on the end of the rope had lightened considerably Gibsy looked over the edge to find Roseanna trying to drown some poor sod. How the hell had he gotten here, he must have been behind her when she'd whistled. Jack was not going to be happy, thought Gibsy
" Oy, Roseanna yer wanna hand up or shall I leave you to drown?" he yelled to her. She looked up and while her gaze was turned, he man behind her grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down. Swimming passed her, he grabbed the rope and began to climb up it. Roseanna surfaced, saw him climbing up the side of the boat, fixed him with a death glare and began her own ascent.
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While on board, Ana Maria stood by a severely ticked off Jack and looked over, she caught Gibsy's somewhat worried expression. Leaving her position at Jack's side, she went to stand beside Gibsy. He pointed down wordlessly. Ana Maria watched the young man make his way up the side of the boat, and then turned to look at Roseanna, who had only just began to climb out of the water. Ana Maria saw the waistband of her skirt and turned to Mr Gibbs.
"Fetch the lass a blanket Mr Gibbs, she's wearing a white skirt."
Mr Gibbs gave her a questioning look before scurrying to get a blanket.
Will was the first to make it over the side and was immediately grabbed and held in place, with a sword at his throat . Roseanna followed soon after, however, unlike Will, she was immediately handed a blanket. She looked at it before glaring at the man holding it and threw it back in his face.
'I don't need a ****ing blanket Mr Gibbs." Mr Gibbs turned to Ana Maria who turned to Roseanna and stated calmly,
"Lass your in a white skirt" looking down Ana Maria smiled, the girl was learning, under her white skirt she wore a pair of tight black breeches. They would have looked perfectly indecent by themselves but under the sopping wet skirt, they looked just fine.
"Your learnin' lass!"
"Aye I am, we all know what happens to white when it gets wet." Both females smiled.
Their joy was short lived because it was than that Jack decided to appear.
" What the hell did you think yer were doing?" he yelled.
" Going after new experiences, broadening my horizons, continuing my education…" she stole a look at the disbelieving look on Jack's face. "Alright, alright, I wanted to be able to tell people I escaped from Port Royal." She looked defiantly at him, daring him to laugh. Jack surprised her by answering.
" Yeah fair enough, but you got caught. How could you? Me own daughter caught by that poncy English commodore…" Jack was cut short.
"Uh, I'd just like to state Jack, that you were also caught by Norrington not once but twice, and if it hadn't been for me you'd have been hanging in the noon breeze, long ago." Everyone turned to stare at the man, who was suicidal brave enough to contradict Captain Jack Sparrow. In living memory the only people who had been able to get away with that feat and live where Ana Maria and Rosanna.
Will stood under their gaze for a few minutes before Ana Maria spoke,
"Aye if it isn't the son of Bootstrap Bill." Jack looked at him.
"Will Turner what would you be doing here?"
'Ask her," he answered pointing at Roseanna
Once again everyone turned their attention to her, she looked down at her feet, before staring up defiantly.
"If he hadn't gotten in my way, he wouldn't be here!!" she told them indignantly.
"Once again it was you that knocked me off the fort wall."
" Well actually you weren't standing on the wall and it was you who moved at the last second, you saw me first, and I certainly wasn't going to go back to that stuffy little cell and that bloody awful Matthew."
Jack heard a man's name and took in his daughters appearance. Grabbing her arm he looked into her eyes.
" What the hell happened to yer? Did this, this Matthew touch yer?" he asked her worriedly. " Cause if he did, I swear he wont ever do it again and I'll make him a soprano before yer know it savvy."
The rest of the crew finally looked at her, really looked at her. They took in the bruise that was taking the form of a handprint on her cheek, her ripped bodice and the bruises on her arms where someone had obviously been holding onto her tightly. Matthew had obviously been stronger than she thought; she hadn't noticed the bruises before. He must've been holding onto her pretty tight. With a shudder Roseanna finally realised her prank could have backfired big time.
'Aye he touched me, but not the way yer thinking." She added quickly as Jack moved toward the side of the boat. " T'was me own fault, it was part of me escape plan, the only marks what came from him are on me arms. T'was I that ripped me bodice and I slapped me own face." Jack looked at her. "I'll be wantin' to hear this plan of your's and it better not be what I think it is, cause from the look of those bruises on yer arms it could have backfired big time."
"Aye papa I'm aware of that," Roseanna answered quietly, lowering her gaze and grabbing one of the black ringlets that hang around her face.
Jack looked at her. Her stance told him that she was thinking about it, but the slip back into the childhood term of Papa told him that she knew today she'd played with fire and
she was damn lucky she hadn't been burned. He walked over to her gathered her into his arms and held her close. He promised her mother he'd take good care of her, and by God he intended to do so.
Roseanna hugged her father back, It had been a long time since anyone had hugged her like this, even longer still since she'd called Jack Papa. She shook her head and tugged on the bone hanging from Jack's hair.
"Jack I have a problem"
"what's that sweet?"
"I need to cry and I refuse to do that in front of the crew."
Jack had barely heard the last comment it had been said so quietly. He didn't quite understand his daughter. She was argumentative and difficult. Yet she was strong and a valuable member of his crew, she also had the pride of a noble women, where she'd gotten it from he had no idea, all he knew was that it was the one thing he respected most about her. Her pride.
He turned to the crew to find them watching the unexpected show of fatherly affection intently. Jack took a deep breath and yelled;
"Get back to work yer scallywags." The crew jumped and ran to their respective places. Ana Maria waited patiently at Jack's side. He looked down at her then at Roseanna, before sighing and nodding his head toward the wheel. He watched her walk over warily. This was his ship and she had better not get any ideas. A small sniffle interrupted his malicious thoughts and brought him back to the matter at hand. Roseanna was on the point of breaking. He patted her back and kissed the top of her head softly. With a mumbled excuse to Will he led Roseanna of deck and into her cabin. As soon as the door had been closed behind her Roseanna threw herself onto the bed and began to sob. Jack looked at her and sighed before crossing the room and sitting beside his daughter.
Roseanna sobbed like she'd never sobbed before. While Jack crooned soothing words to her, just as he had when she was a child. Her nose ran and her eyes streamed, her chest was tight and yet she couldn't stem the flow. The daftest thing was that she really didn't know what was hurting her most. The fact she got caught, that she was about to be hung , that she'd come up with a really stupid escape plan, or most importantly that she'd shamed Jack. That had to be it the fact that she had embarrassed Jack. It was really stupid though, she wasn't five anymore she wasn't daddy's little girl vying for attention. She was a pirate and Pirates didn't cry.
Jack stroked her long black locks. So much like him, so very little like her mother. Jack remembered the many sleepless nights with Roseanna after the death of her mother. She was only days old yet it was if she realised that something in her tiny life had changed. As if she knew that something so very precious had been ripped out of her life. It was either that or she was constantly hungry – he hadn't quite got the father thing down-pat yet. Thank God he had found Ana Maria in Tortuga soon after.
Roseanna finished crying and wiped her nose on Jack's sleeve, just as she had as a child, and Jack grimaced just as he had when she was a child. Once again Jack remembered back to Roseanna's childhood. He'd done a lot of that since she'd been caught. Was it what most fathers went through or was he just strange. Maybe he should ask Mr Gibbs he was a father, the only other father Jack new.
Roseanna's childhood wasn't the only thing he was remembering a lot lately. He was also remembering the final promise he made to his sweet Irish Lass.
"You take care of her Captain Jack Sparrow, or else I'll claw myself from the grave to rip your heart out!"
Even on her death bed she was still wanting to rip his heart out.
"I know you will Lass, I know you will." He replied meekly not wanting to get her to riled up. She had died clutching their daughter to her chest, while making him promise she'd be brought up right. Hell maybe he should've tried harder. Maybe he should take her back to mothers family in Ireland. She'd be better off, she'd have a stable home and a sable routine. He'd tried that before. She wouldn't stay and now she was older it would be a lot worse. Besides he'd left her to many times, now he just wanted her by his side for a while.
Roseanna looked up at Jack. He was staring off into the distance.
"Jack?" she asked waving her hand in front of his face. His eyes refocused and he stared at her.
"Now what was all that about ?" he asked.
"Never mind it's not important." Roseanna answered looking down at her feet
"I promised your Ma I'd take good care of yer I guess I kinda let her down huh?"
"Never Jack Never, if anyone let her down it was me."
"Don't be an idget Rosie, yer Ma would've been proud of yer."
"Thanks Jack." Roseanna stopped then looked down at her hands.
"Jack?" Roseanna stopped this was a really stupid question.
"Yeah? Come on Rosie don't hold back yer, know yer can tell me anything."
" Are yer Proud of me?"
Jack looked into her brown eyes and a sudden realization came to his own.
"Rosie, course I am ,course."
"it's just that after today then you started talking 'bout screwing up as a parent I just thought maybe, yer know."
"Ah Lass, you're a great daughter and one of the best Pirates I know, it's just that yer ma wanted yer to be a lady, Savvy."
Roseanna looked up again and smiled cheekily.
"Jack yer tried the whole lady thing when I was a kid, it didn't work. Remember Great Aunt Lucy." Jack looked at her seriously for a moment before catching her grin and bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Within moments both where hysterical. Roseanna's Great Aunt Lucy had been a formidable old women of eighty-five, when Roseanna had gone to her creaky old house in Dublin at the tender age of five. She'd gotten there and immediately hated it. Two days after Jack's departure found her in an unseaworthy row boat, trying to get back to her father and the Pearl.
Jack had come back a week later with his new first mate Barbossa, to find Roseanna locked in her room, and a very ticked off Aunt Lucy. Upon finding out about his daughters brush with death he'd laughed hysterically, before informing Aunt Lucy what an unfit guardian she had been, bolting up the stairs packing Roseanna's bag and taking her back to the Pearl. That was his first fatal mistake. After that things had gone decidedly downhill. The only right decision he had made was by leaving Roseanna in Tortuga with Ana Maria before setting out for Isle de Muerta.
Ana Maria there was a strange woman. She had a shady past Jack knew that. Yet she had been the only mother Roseanna knew. He had known that when he had rescued her from that other pirate it had been a wise move. He hadn't known how wise until he'd brought her back to the Pearl and to Roseanna. She'd immediately taken the babe from the Pirate Jack had left her with and set about settling her. Jack still remembered how Ana Maria had taught him everything he'd needed to know about caring for his daughter. She'd stayed with him for three years and proved herself many times during Storms and also during the trials of being a single Pirate trying to bring up his daughter on the open sea. She had stayed long enough for Jack to learn all he could from her before she went back to Tortuga. He had not seen her again, until he had needed a safe place for Roseanna while he went to get the treasure. He said he'd only be gone a couple of months. Well there'd been a mutiny and a curse and well let's just say it hadn't quite worked out as planned. She'd never let Roseanna's young mind forget about her father telling her endless stories about how they'd met and stories about his escapes from various places and the likes. Jack could never thank her enough for that, it had made it easier to explain himself when he had gotten the Pearl back. Yet Ana Maria had expected nothing from him, and the only thing she'd ever really ever been angry at him for, was stealing her boat, which since the return of the Pearl and her position as First Mate had been forgiven and forgotten. He owed Ana Maria so much and Roseanna too. The Return of the Black Pearl had been a whole new beginning for both of them, and now they had the strongest bond any Father and Daughter could have.
Jack looked at his daughter and smiled as she turned to him stating simply
"I need Rum."
"A wonderful idea."
Jack slapped Roseanna's thigh before helping her to her feet.
"But first we must take back the wheel from Ana Maria before she gets any ideas.'
Roseanna laughed before racing Jack to the door.
Ok this is a pretty Sloppy chapter but hey we needed to know about Roseanna's past and stuff like that. It saves trying to explain later. Also I wasn't trying to be sexist by making Ana Maria a mother figure. It's just that some of you asked why Ana Maria wasn't her mother. So it's kind of a compromise, Ana Maria is Rosie's surrogate mother that's it. Please Review !! and sorry about the lateness of review but it was explained in the Authors note.