Okay, this one's gonna be a long one! Promise!
Oh and a note to all the Will fans reading this! 1) He's gonna turn up soon, promise! 2) Believe it or not...I used to be a Will fan! I mean I still like the whelp but CJS is waaaaaaaaay better! So be warned! You could be turned too! Muahahaha!
Disclaimer: MINI APPLE PIES! Sorry...addicted to them at the mo...um where was I? Oh yeah, I don't own PotC...yet! I intend to marry Mickey Mouse and talk him into changing his will and making me the sole owner of PotC, then kill him and run away with CJS! But until then...I don't own PotC. I do own CJS who's trying to get Abberline off the Absinthe and onto the rum! Hee hee!
Wow, to think I was doing so well with short A/N's!
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Chapter 7 (Oooh furthest I've ever gotten! Yay!)
The next morning Meg was woken up by a cold splash of water on her face. She jolted up in bed with a sharp intake of breath and saw Pippa in front of her, with an impish grin on her face. She had an empty bucket in her hands.
"What was that for?" Meg demanded.
"Fun." Pippa smiled.
"Yeah because giving your friends hypothermia is super fun." Meg said, with the sarcastic smile she'd perfected playing on her lips.
"Of course!" Pippa grinned, "Get up. We've got to get to work."
Meg groaned and swung her legs over the side of her bed, pulling off her wet bandanna and running a hand through her dirty hair. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the greasiness of it, making a mental note to ask Jack about getting a wash. She retied her bandanna tightly and got up, rubbing her head.
"What time is it?" Meg asked.
"8am." Pippa replied, sounding far too chirpy for that time of morning.
Meg grunted.
Pippa laughed and headed towards the galley with Meg trailing behind muttering something about no time before 11am existing when it's not a college day.
There was another big pile of potatoes waiting for the girls when the arrived in the galley. Meg looked at her hands, which were still sore from the day before and the back at the great pile of potatoes.
She sighed: "My poor hands!"
Pippa rolled her eyes and approached the potatoes. She tossed one to Meg who caught it expertly in one hand, without even looking. (A/N: People who know me from my Year 7 art class, I would like to refer you to the pencil sharpener incident.)
Pippa stared at her, searching for an explanation.
"I'm good with balls." Meg said, instantly regretting her choice of words.
Pippa wiggled her eyebrows: "Ooh, say that to Jack and he'll be putty in your hands."
Meg rolled her eyes and joined Pippa with the potatoes. She picked up a knife and began to peel them.
"Speaking of, what did you two get up to last night?" Pippa asked, putting her peeled potato and grabbing another one.
"We just talked." Meg said, truthfully.
Pippa stopped mid-peel and looked at Meg with a yeah-right-and-I'm-Jennifer- Lopez look on her face.
"We did!" Meg insisted.
"Well what did you talk about then?" Pippa asked, resuming her peeling.
"Nothing really." Meg lied.
Pippa gave her another look.
"Okay, maybe not nothing." Meg admitted, "But nothing big."
"Miss Carpenter, I do believe you are withholding information from me." Pippa said, in her best authority-type tone.
"Do you now?" Meg said, mimicking Pippa.
"Yes I do!" Pippa turned to face her.
"Well what are you gonna do about it?" Meg asked.
Pippa pondered on this for a moment looking around the galley for some ideas, before spotting two mops lying in a corner. She smiled and went over to them. She picked them up and took them over to Meg. She handed one to her and smiled: "We duel!"
Meg laughed, "You've got to be kidding me!"
Pippa flipped the mop in the air and caught it by the non-mop end. She smiled with a smug look on her face.
Meg rolled her eyes and spun her mop continuously between her fingers, threw it in the air still spinning and caught it as it came down. She stuck her tongue out at Pippa.
Her smile faded when Pippa swung her mop towards Meg, who ducked under it. Pippa was caught off guard as Meg stood up and swung her mop back. The wet, woolly end hitting Pippa across the head. Pippa stepped back, slightly disoriented. It hadn't hurt but it felt horrible. As she got her balance back, Meg was about to take another swing at her, which she managed to duck under. Pippa swept her mop towards Meg's legs. Meg feeling the air rushing towards her legs, jumped as the mop came towards her, landing as it had passed under her. Pippa stood up and began to take a swing at Meg's head, which Meg blocked. The pair parried (A/N: I think that's the word I'm after) with their mops for a few minutes before Pippa played downright dirty.
"I surrender." She said, letting her mop rest by her side.
"Really?" Meg asked, dropping her mop.
Quicker than a flash, Pippa picked her mop up and swept it towards the backs of Meg's knees, hitting them and causing Meg to fall to the floor. She stood over her holding her mop head towards Meg's throat with a satisfied grin.
"You cheated." Meg said.
(A/N: I think we all know what Pippa's going to say!) "Pirate." Pippa said, trying to suppress a laugh.
She moved the mop away from Meg's throat and helped her up: "Oh that was fun!"
"You weren't the one on the dirty floor." Meg said, pulling her now very dirty crotchet top off.
She looked at the dirt, which had coated the back of it: "Ugh. Have I got dirt on my back?" Meg asked, trying to look over her shoulders at her light pink spaghetti strap tee.
Pippa looked for her: "Yep."
"Oh fab." Meg said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I've got some clothes you can borrow."
Meg looked down at Pippa, who was almost a foot shorter than her: "Thanks for the offer, but somehow I don't think your stuff will fit."
Pippa shook her head: "They're not mine...well they are mine, but they weren't bought for me. They were Will's."
That was the first time Pippa had mentioned Will since the first night Meg had spent with her up on the deck. She was curious to know what happened between the pair but she figured Pippa would tell her when she was willing to share.
"Oh right." Meg said, "That'd be great."
"Stay here. I'll be right back." Pippa wandered out of the galley and returned a few minutes later with clothes piled in her arms. She handed them to Meg.
"Put them on in here. That way no-one will disturb you." Pippa said, turning around. Meg nodded and quickly changed out of her comfy 21st Century clothes and into the not as comfy 17th Century clothes. (A/N: I'm sure PotC was set in the 17th Century...it was either the 17th Century or the 1700's.)
She looked down at herself and aside from being a little paranoid about the split in the shirt, Meg thought she looked pretty good. The brown trousers finished a little below her knees and hugged her J-Lo-esque bum. The creamy white puffy shirt was light and cool. No one would be able to tell that she wasn't from the time period. Although her Skechers (A/N: Skechers rule the world! Ohm!) did look a little out of place.
"You decent?" Pippa asked.
"Yep." Meg said.
Pippa turned round, "Ooh very piratey, Skecher Meg!"
Meg rolled her eyes, "Very funny."
Pippa flashed a quick smile: "Yeah, I know!"
The door to the galley opened and Jack's head popped through with a not too pleased look on his face: "Pippa! Gibbs said he saw ye out of the..."
His angry face turned to one of admiration when he saw Meg in her new outfit: "Ye look great, luv."
Meg's stomach turned to butterflies when she heard Jack complimenting her: "Thank you."
Pippa began to explain her brief spell away from the galley: "Meg fell over and her clothes were all dirty and I..."
"Just don' let it happen again, savvy?" Jack said, tearing his eyes away from Meg and fixing Pippa with a glare.
"Aye, Cap'n." Pippa said.
"Now back ta work." He instructed.
The girls turned back to the pile of potatoes with bored looks upon their faces as Jack left.
Meg sighed with a smile on her face. Seeing Jack admiring her had brightened up her day and made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She peeled the potatoes unaware of the big grin on her face.
The girls peeled in silence for a few minutes before Pippa, being her normal nosey self, piped up: "So what did you and Jack talk about last night?"
"Like I said before, nothing." Meg lied.
Pippa brandished a half peeled potato at her: "Don't make me mop you again, lady!"
Meg rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to fight Pippa with the mop again.
"Okay so maybe not nothing." Meg admitted.
"Maybe not nothing as in?"
Meg sighed: "I told him everything."
"Everything? As in?" Pippa asked.
"Everything as in everything." Meg replied.
"Wow, there really must be something between you two." Pippa said.
Meg shook her head: "Anything between Jack and I is strictly platonic."
It was only partly a lie. There was no denying that Meg had feelings for Jack but nothing as yet had happened.
"Platonic friendship is the time between the first look and the first kiss." Pippa quipped.
"Cute." Meg said.
"It's true." Pippa insisted, "Jack really likes you."
Meg looked at her: "And you would know this how?"
"We talked last night."
**FLASHBACK**
Jack and Pippa were lying on the deck, late at night. Pippa was staring up at the stars and Jack was facing away from her.
"Thinking about Meg, are we?" Pippa asked.
He may have been facing away from her but Pippa knew he was awake. He made no sound.
"I'll take that as a yes." Pippa said.
"Ye know, if the whelp hadn't made me promise ta keep ye safe I'd have thrown ye overboard by now." Jack said, not moving from his spot.
Pippa smiled. She knew Jack didn't like her very much and she didn't care: "Ooh, somebody's cranky."
Jack grunted.
"You really like Meg, don't you?"
"I could say ye just fell overboard, ye know!" Jack said, sitting up and fixing Pippa with a stern gaze.
Pippa shut up and Jack lay down again, closing his eyes.
"But you like her?" Pippa asked.
"Pippa, ye have got ta be the most infuriating female in the entire world! An' I've known many!" Jack snapped.
"Thanks!" Pippa smiled, "It's good to know I'm the best at something!"
Jack ignored her.
"But you do like Meg, don't you?"
Jack sighed: "If it'll shut ye up! Yes I do! I can't stop thinkin' about her!"
There was a moment of silence before: "Thought so."
"Pippa, I'm trying ta get ta sleep, do ye mind keeping quiet!" Jack snapped.
"Sorry Cap'n." Pippa said.
"Thank ye." Jack relaxed, closed his eyes and allowed himself to begin to drift off.
"She likes you too, you know."
Jack grunted pulled his bandanna off and stuffed it in Pippa's mouth then turned over and tried to get back to sleep.
"Migh' Cap'm" Pippa said, muffled.
**END FLASHBACK**
"So technically, you talked and he threatened you a lot." Meg said.
"Well he admitted he liked you!" Pippa said, "That's got to count for something, eh?"
"He said it to shut you up." Meg noted.
"Minor factor, point is he still said it and you saw the way he looked at you earlier." Pippa said, "He's completely smitten!"
"Pips, we seem to be forgetting one other thing." Meg said.
"What would that be?" Pippa asked.
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow." Meg replied, "He doesn't get smitten. He doesn't stick with one woman. He's a man-slut for want of a better phrase. No matter how much I feel for him he would never stick with me!"
"How would you know? The only Jack Sparrow you know about is the one from the movie! You don't know the real guy! How would you know if he would stick by you or not?! They aren't all the way they were in the movie you know!" Pippa snapped, "Stop being so naïve!"
"You should stop interfering into other peoples lives you nosey bitch!"
Pippa glared at her. She carried on peeling the potatoes in silence. Meg felt guilty for snapping at Pippa but she was pissing her off. She picked up another potato and began peeling it huffily, thinking about what Pippa had said.
Meg was a pessimist. She couldn't help it. After what she'd been through she'd have been surprised to turn out any other way. She really liked Jack. He was always on her mind. Every time she saw him all she could think about was what it would be like to be in his arms or to kiss him.
But that's never going to happen, Meg thought.
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The crew were once again hungrily devouring the food Pippa and Meg had prepared for them and again Meg had excused herself and was sat staring out at the stars on the deck. Only this time she wasn't paying attention to how beautiful the stars were. She was staring at them blankly and thinking about Jack. Ever since she'd admitted to Pippa that she had feelings for him he was all she could think about.
Meg could hear footsteps coming up behind her. She turned round expecting to see Jack but found Pippa with a sorry look upon her face.
"I came to apologize." Pippa said.
Meg felt guilty. She walked over to Pippa and hugged her: "You don't need to apologize. I do."
She pulled out of the hug: "You're right. I am being naïve. I don't know what the real Jack Sparrow's like. I just know the character. I shouldn't jump to conclusions."
"Yeah but you're right too! I am a nosey bitch!" Pippa said, "I just don't want to see you make the same mistake with Jack that I made with Will."
Pippa was finally ready to open up to Meg and tell her what had happened between her and Will.
"What happened between you two?" Meg asked.
"We..."
Pippa was interrupted by Jack's sudden appearance on deck.
"Jack!" Meg chirped.
Pippa turned round to see the Captain stood behind her.
"Meg, can I talk ta ye?" Jack asked.
Meg looked at Pippa, who was not so subtly mouthing 'go with him you fuckmook!' (A/N: Best insult ever!). She looked to Jack who was looking hopeful.
"Well Pippa was kinda about to tell me something." Meg said.
She wasn't about to dump Pippa for some guy, even if that guy was the sexiest person she'd ever met.
"Say no more." Jack turned to Pippa. It took all of his willpower not to threaten her: "Can I steal Meg away from ye?"
Pippa nodded, "Aye, Cap'n."
"Ta." Jack said.
He gently grabbed Meg's wrist sending a wave of light-headedness through Meg's body and led her down to the Captain's cabin. As they were going below deck, Meg could see Pippa out of the corner of her eye making her hands talk like puppets and kiss each other.
She shot daggers at her but Pippa just laughed them off. Pippa knew she was ready to tell Meg what had happened between her and Will. And she would be able to tell the whole story not just the snippets that she'd told everyone else.
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(A/N: For this part...I suggest listening to 'If I Could Say The Words' by H & Claire...it's on the DJ single! Also *___* is Jack's nasty little voice thinking. '___' is Jack Jack thinking.)
There was a soft orange glow coming from the Captain's cabin. As Jack led Meg in, she could see it was coming from a lone candle stood on the table where Jack's books and maps had been the night before. Jack shut the door behind him and approached Meg who was stood in the middle of the room.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Meg asked.
Jack turned to face her. He spent a brief moment studying everything about her. The soft light from the candle made her look even more beautiful than she had ever looked before. Her eyes were deep enough to swim in. (A/N: I stole that off 'I Gotta Go Home' by Will Smith – top song!). Her mouth was smiling, causing small dimples to appear in her cheeks. Her long wavy dark hair, flowed from under her bandanna and cascaded round her shoulders. She was, in Jack's eyes, a picture of perfection.
"Jack?"
Okay, Jack thought, I can do this.
Meg walked towards him and lay a hand on his arm: "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I...I..."
*What was this? Captain Jack Sparrow lost for words?* A little voice in the back of Jacks head said to him.
'I'm not lost for words!' Jack insisted to himself.
*Which is why ye can't tell her*
'I can tell her! I've just never said this an' meant it before!'
*What makes ye think ye mean it this time*
'I've never felt this way about a girl before, that's why. I'm like the whelp was about his bonnie lass.'
Meg was stood looking at Jack confused. He seemed to be silently talking to himself.
"Jack? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, luv." Jack said.
*Look at her, she's hardly the prettiest lass, ye've ever come across. Ye can do better than her*
'No I can't'
*Fine, then tell her...*
'I will!'
"Meg, I..." Jack started.
"You what?" Meg asked, looking deep into Jack's dark brown eyes.
"I..."
Jack was stunned into silence. He knew what he wanted to say but actually saying it was another matter.
*Ye can't do it, can ye?*
'I can!'
"I..." Jack tried again.
Jack smiled at Meg, she was being very understanding.
Finally Jack managed to get his words out but they weren't what he'd planned: "I think ye should stay with Pippa tonight."
As soon as the words left his lips he regretted them.
*Knew ye couldn't do it!*
"Oh okay." Meg said.
Jack could hear the disappointment in her voice.
"Anything else?" She asked, hopefully.
*Go on, do it...do it. (A/N: Sorry...Starsky & Hutch moment there!)*
Jack shook his head: "No, that's all."
"Okay." Meg said, with a sigh, "Well I'll go then. Goodnight Captain."
She took her hand off Jack's shoulder and left the room, shutting the door behind her. She bit her lip in hope of holding back the tears and headed back up to the deck, where she found Pippa already asleep. She'd obviously thought that Meg and Jack would have been down there for a while and she'd gone to sleep. The other makeshift bed was lying next to her made up. Meg climbed into it and let the tears roll off her cheeks. Pippa had given it 3 days until Meg fell for the Captain, Meg had gone and done it in two.
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Jack was sat below in his cabin, cursing himself for being unable to tell Meg how he felt. He'd never told a woman that he loved her. He'd never needed to. They'd always just fallen into his arms...or rather he'd fallen into theirs.
He'd been going over how to tell Meg in his head all day. If everything had gone to plan then at that moment he would have been kissing Meg, running his hand over every curve, every part of her. Instead he was sat alone in his cabin, wishing he could turn back time and tell her.
He picked up one of his log books from under the bed, where he'd put them before bringing Meg in and began to write...
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Jeeeeeezzzzeeeeee Louise! I can't believe I wrote so much! Jeepers! 10 pages on Word! Mind you I've been writing almost non-stop since 11 this morning and it's now 5. So 10 pages for a days work is quite good!
I seem to be saying this a lot lately but that chapter's a bit dodgy, well towards the end anyway! So I'm sorry if people don't like it!
Anyhoo, R&R please...it's that little purple button down there. Go on, do it...do it...do it! (Sorry I saw the film on Friday and have now become addicted to that phrase!) Do it!
Oh and a note to all the Will fans reading this! 1) He's gonna turn up soon, promise! 2) Believe it or not...I used to be a Will fan! I mean I still like the whelp but CJS is waaaaaaaaay better! So be warned! You could be turned too! Muahahaha!
Disclaimer: MINI APPLE PIES! Sorry...addicted to them at the mo...um where was I? Oh yeah, I don't own PotC...yet! I intend to marry Mickey Mouse and talk him into changing his will and making me the sole owner of PotC, then kill him and run away with CJS! But until then...I don't own PotC. I do own CJS who's trying to get Abberline off the Absinthe and onto the rum! Hee hee!
Wow, to think I was doing so well with short A/N's!
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Chapter 7 (Oooh furthest I've ever gotten! Yay!)
The next morning Meg was woken up by a cold splash of water on her face. She jolted up in bed with a sharp intake of breath and saw Pippa in front of her, with an impish grin on her face. She had an empty bucket in her hands.
"What was that for?" Meg demanded.
"Fun." Pippa smiled.
"Yeah because giving your friends hypothermia is super fun." Meg said, with the sarcastic smile she'd perfected playing on her lips.
"Of course!" Pippa grinned, "Get up. We've got to get to work."
Meg groaned and swung her legs over the side of her bed, pulling off her wet bandanna and running a hand through her dirty hair. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the greasiness of it, making a mental note to ask Jack about getting a wash. She retied her bandanna tightly and got up, rubbing her head.
"What time is it?" Meg asked.
"8am." Pippa replied, sounding far too chirpy for that time of morning.
Meg grunted.
Pippa laughed and headed towards the galley with Meg trailing behind muttering something about no time before 11am existing when it's not a college day.
There was another big pile of potatoes waiting for the girls when the arrived in the galley. Meg looked at her hands, which were still sore from the day before and the back at the great pile of potatoes.
She sighed: "My poor hands!"
Pippa rolled her eyes and approached the potatoes. She tossed one to Meg who caught it expertly in one hand, without even looking. (A/N: People who know me from my Year 7 art class, I would like to refer you to the pencil sharpener incident.)
Pippa stared at her, searching for an explanation.
"I'm good with balls." Meg said, instantly regretting her choice of words.
Pippa wiggled her eyebrows: "Ooh, say that to Jack and he'll be putty in your hands."
Meg rolled her eyes and joined Pippa with the potatoes. She picked up a knife and began to peel them.
"Speaking of, what did you two get up to last night?" Pippa asked, putting her peeled potato and grabbing another one.
"We just talked." Meg said, truthfully.
Pippa stopped mid-peel and looked at Meg with a yeah-right-and-I'm-Jennifer- Lopez look on her face.
"We did!" Meg insisted.
"Well what did you talk about then?" Pippa asked, resuming her peeling.
"Nothing really." Meg lied.
Pippa gave her another look.
"Okay, maybe not nothing." Meg admitted, "But nothing big."
"Miss Carpenter, I do believe you are withholding information from me." Pippa said, in her best authority-type tone.
"Do you now?" Meg said, mimicking Pippa.
"Yes I do!" Pippa turned to face her.
"Well what are you gonna do about it?" Meg asked.
Pippa pondered on this for a moment looking around the galley for some ideas, before spotting two mops lying in a corner. She smiled and went over to them. She picked them up and took them over to Meg. She handed one to her and smiled: "We duel!"
Meg laughed, "You've got to be kidding me!"
Pippa flipped the mop in the air and caught it by the non-mop end. She smiled with a smug look on her face.
Meg rolled her eyes and spun her mop continuously between her fingers, threw it in the air still spinning and caught it as it came down. She stuck her tongue out at Pippa.
Her smile faded when Pippa swung her mop towards Meg, who ducked under it. Pippa was caught off guard as Meg stood up and swung her mop back. The wet, woolly end hitting Pippa across the head. Pippa stepped back, slightly disoriented. It hadn't hurt but it felt horrible. As she got her balance back, Meg was about to take another swing at her, which she managed to duck under. Pippa swept her mop towards Meg's legs. Meg feeling the air rushing towards her legs, jumped as the mop came towards her, landing as it had passed under her. Pippa stood up and began to take a swing at Meg's head, which Meg blocked. The pair parried (A/N: I think that's the word I'm after) with their mops for a few minutes before Pippa played downright dirty.
"I surrender." She said, letting her mop rest by her side.
"Really?" Meg asked, dropping her mop.
Quicker than a flash, Pippa picked her mop up and swept it towards the backs of Meg's knees, hitting them and causing Meg to fall to the floor. She stood over her holding her mop head towards Meg's throat with a satisfied grin.
"You cheated." Meg said.
(A/N: I think we all know what Pippa's going to say!) "Pirate." Pippa said, trying to suppress a laugh.
She moved the mop away from Meg's throat and helped her up: "Oh that was fun!"
"You weren't the one on the dirty floor." Meg said, pulling her now very dirty crotchet top off.
She looked at the dirt, which had coated the back of it: "Ugh. Have I got dirt on my back?" Meg asked, trying to look over her shoulders at her light pink spaghetti strap tee.
Pippa looked for her: "Yep."
"Oh fab." Meg said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I've got some clothes you can borrow."
Meg looked down at Pippa, who was almost a foot shorter than her: "Thanks for the offer, but somehow I don't think your stuff will fit."
Pippa shook her head: "They're not mine...well they are mine, but they weren't bought for me. They were Will's."
That was the first time Pippa had mentioned Will since the first night Meg had spent with her up on the deck. She was curious to know what happened between the pair but she figured Pippa would tell her when she was willing to share.
"Oh right." Meg said, "That'd be great."
"Stay here. I'll be right back." Pippa wandered out of the galley and returned a few minutes later with clothes piled in her arms. She handed them to Meg.
"Put them on in here. That way no-one will disturb you." Pippa said, turning around. Meg nodded and quickly changed out of her comfy 21st Century clothes and into the not as comfy 17th Century clothes. (A/N: I'm sure PotC was set in the 17th Century...it was either the 17th Century or the 1700's.)
She looked down at herself and aside from being a little paranoid about the split in the shirt, Meg thought she looked pretty good. The brown trousers finished a little below her knees and hugged her J-Lo-esque bum. The creamy white puffy shirt was light and cool. No one would be able to tell that she wasn't from the time period. Although her Skechers (A/N: Skechers rule the world! Ohm!) did look a little out of place.
"You decent?" Pippa asked.
"Yep." Meg said.
Pippa turned round, "Ooh very piratey, Skecher Meg!"
Meg rolled her eyes, "Very funny."
Pippa flashed a quick smile: "Yeah, I know!"
The door to the galley opened and Jack's head popped through with a not too pleased look on his face: "Pippa! Gibbs said he saw ye out of the..."
His angry face turned to one of admiration when he saw Meg in her new outfit: "Ye look great, luv."
Meg's stomach turned to butterflies when she heard Jack complimenting her: "Thank you."
Pippa began to explain her brief spell away from the galley: "Meg fell over and her clothes were all dirty and I..."
"Just don' let it happen again, savvy?" Jack said, tearing his eyes away from Meg and fixing Pippa with a glare.
"Aye, Cap'n." Pippa said.
"Now back ta work." He instructed.
The girls turned back to the pile of potatoes with bored looks upon their faces as Jack left.
Meg sighed with a smile on her face. Seeing Jack admiring her had brightened up her day and made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She peeled the potatoes unaware of the big grin on her face.
The girls peeled in silence for a few minutes before Pippa, being her normal nosey self, piped up: "So what did you and Jack talk about last night?"
"Like I said before, nothing." Meg lied.
Pippa brandished a half peeled potato at her: "Don't make me mop you again, lady!"
Meg rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to fight Pippa with the mop again.
"Okay so maybe not nothing." Meg admitted.
"Maybe not nothing as in?"
Meg sighed: "I told him everything."
"Everything? As in?" Pippa asked.
"Everything as in everything." Meg replied.
"Wow, there really must be something between you two." Pippa said.
Meg shook her head: "Anything between Jack and I is strictly platonic."
It was only partly a lie. There was no denying that Meg had feelings for Jack but nothing as yet had happened.
"Platonic friendship is the time between the first look and the first kiss." Pippa quipped.
"Cute." Meg said.
"It's true." Pippa insisted, "Jack really likes you."
Meg looked at her: "And you would know this how?"
"We talked last night."
**FLASHBACK**
Jack and Pippa were lying on the deck, late at night. Pippa was staring up at the stars and Jack was facing away from her.
"Thinking about Meg, are we?" Pippa asked.
He may have been facing away from her but Pippa knew he was awake. He made no sound.
"I'll take that as a yes." Pippa said.
"Ye know, if the whelp hadn't made me promise ta keep ye safe I'd have thrown ye overboard by now." Jack said, not moving from his spot.
Pippa smiled. She knew Jack didn't like her very much and she didn't care: "Ooh, somebody's cranky."
Jack grunted.
"You really like Meg, don't you?"
"I could say ye just fell overboard, ye know!" Jack said, sitting up and fixing Pippa with a stern gaze.
Pippa shut up and Jack lay down again, closing his eyes.
"But you like her?" Pippa asked.
"Pippa, ye have got ta be the most infuriating female in the entire world! An' I've known many!" Jack snapped.
"Thanks!" Pippa smiled, "It's good to know I'm the best at something!"
Jack ignored her.
"But you do like Meg, don't you?"
Jack sighed: "If it'll shut ye up! Yes I do! I can't stop thinkin' about her!"
There was a moment of silence before: "Thought so."
"Pippa, I'm trying ta get ta sleep, do ye mind keeping quiet!" Jack snapped.
"Sorry Cap'n." Pippa said.
"Thank ye." Jack relaxed, closed his eyes and allowed himself to begin to drift off.
"She likes you too, you know."
Jack grunted pulled his bandanna off and stuffed it in Pippa's mouth then turned over and tried to get back to sleep.
"Migh' Cap'm" Pippa said, muffled.
**END FLASHBACK**
"So technically, you talked and he threatened you a lot." Meg said.
"Well he admitted he liked you!" Pippa said, "That's got to count for something, eh?"
"He said it to shut you up." Meg noted.
"Minor factor, point is he still said it and you saw the way he looked at you earlier." Pippa said, "He's completely smitten!"
"Pips, we seem to be forgetting one other thing." Meg said.
"What would that be?" Pippa asked.
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow." Meg replied, "He doesn't get smitten. He doesn't stick with one woman. He's a man-slut for want of a better phrase. No matter how much I feel for him he would never stick with me!"
"How would you know? The only Jack Sparrow you know about is the one from the movie! You don't know the real guy! How would you know if he would stick by you or not?! They aren't all the way they were in the movie you know!" Pippa snapped, "Stop being so naïve!"
"You should stop interfering into other peoples lives you nosey bitch!"
Pippa glared at her. She carried on peeling the potatoes in silence. Meg felt guilty for snapping at Pippa but she was pissing her off. She picked up another potato and began peeling it huffily, thinking about what Pippa had said.
Meg was a pessimist. She couldn't help it. After what she'd been through she'd have been surprised to turn out any other way. She really liked Jack. He was always on her mind. Every time she saw him all she could think about was what it would be like to be in his arms or to kiss him.
But that's never going to happen, Meg thought.
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The crew were once again hungrily devouring the food Pippa and Meg had prepared for them and again Meg had excused herself and was sat staring out at the stars on the deck. Only this time she wasn't paying attention to how beautiful the stars were. She was staring at them blankly and thinking about Jack. Ever since she'd admitted to Pippa that she had feelings for him he was all she could think about.
Meg could hear footsteps coming up behind her. She turned round expecting to see Jack but found Pippa with a sorry look upon her face.
"I came to apologize." Pippa said.
Meg felt guilty. She walked over to Pippa and hugged her: "You don't need to apologize. I do."
She pulled out of the hug: "You're right. I am being naïve. I don't know what the real Jack Sparrow's like. I just know the character. I shouldn't jump to conclusions."
"Yeah but you're right too! I am a nosey bitch!" Pippa said, "I just don't want to see you make the same mistake with Jack that I made with Will."
Pippa was finally ready to open up to Meg and tell her what had happened between her and Will.
"What happened between you two?" Meg asked.
"We..."
Pippa was interrupted by Jack's sudden appearance on deck.
"Jack!" Meg chirped.
Pippa turned round to see the Captain stood behind her.
"Meg, can I talk ta ye?" Jack asked.
Meg looked at Pippa, who was not so subtly mouthing 'go with him you fuckmook!' (A/N: Best insult ever!). She looked to Jack who was looking hopeful.
"Well Pippa was kinda about to tell me something." Meg said.
She wasn't about to dump Pippa for some guy, even if that guy was the sexiest person she'd ever met.
"Say no more." Jack turned to Pippa. It took all of his willpower not to threaten her: "Can I steal Meg away from ye?"
Pippa nodded, "Aye, Cap'n."
"Ta." Jack said.
He gently grabbed Meg's wrist sending a wave of light-headedness through Meg's body and led her down to the Captain's cabin. As they were going below deck, Meg could see Pippa out of the corner of her eye making her hands talk like puppets and kiss each other.
She shot daggers at her but Pippa just laughed them off. Pippa knew she was ready to tell Meg what had happened between her and Will. And she would be able to tell the whole story not just the snippets that she'd told everyone else.
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(A/N: For this part...I suggest listening to 'If I Could Say The Words' by H & Claire...it's on the DJ single! Also *___* is Jack's nasty little voice thinking. '___' is Jack Jack thinking.)
There was a soft orange glow coming from the Captain's cabin. As Jack led Meg in, she could see it was coming from a lone candle stood on the table where Jack's books and maps had been the night before. Jack shut the door behind him and approached Meg who was stood in the middle of the room.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Meg asked.
Jack turned to face her. He spent a brief moment studying everything about her. The soft light from the candle made her look even more beautiful than she had ever looked before. Her eyes were deep enough to swim in. (A/N: I stole that off 'I Gotta Go Home' by Will Smith – top song!). Her mouth was smiling, causing small dimples to appear in her cheeks. Her long wavy dark hair, flowed from under her bandanna and cascaded round her shoulders. She was, in Jack's eyes, a picture of perfection.
"Jack?"
Okay, Jack thought, I can do this.
Meg walked towards him and lay a hand on his arm: "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I...I..."
*What was this? Captain Jack Sparrow lost for words?* A little voice in the back of Jacks head said to him.
'I'm not lost for words!' Jack insisted to himself.
*Which is why ye can't tell her*
'I can tell her! I've just never said this an' meant it before!'
*What makes ye think ye mean it this time*
'I've never felt this way about a girl before, that's why. I'm like the whelp was about his bonnie lass.'
Meg was stood looking at Jack confused. He seemed to be silently talking to himself.
"Jack? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, luv." Jack said.
*Look at her, she's hardly the prettiest lass, ye've ever come across. Ye can do better than her*
'No I can't'
*Fine, then tell her...*
'I will!'
"Meg, I..." Jack started.
"You what?" Meg asked, looking deep into Jack's dark brown eyes.
"I..."
Jack was stunned into silence. He knew what he wanted to say but actually saying it was another matter.
*Ye can't do it, can ye?*
'I can!'
"I..." Jack tried again.
Jack smiled at Meg, she was being very understanding.
Finally Jack managed to get his words out but they weren't what he'd planned: "I think ye should stay with Pippa tonight."
As soon as the words left his lips he regretted them.
*Knew ye couldn't do it!*
"Oh okay." Meg said.
Jack could hear the disappointment in her voice.
"Anything else?" She asked, hopefully.
*Go on, do it...do it. (A/N: Sorry...Starsky & Hutch moment there!)*
Jack shook his head: "No, that's all."
"Okay." Meg said, with a sigh, "Well I'll go then. Goodnight Captain."
She took her hand off Jack's shoulder and left the room, shutting the door behind her. She bit her lip in hope of holding back the tears and headed back up to the deck, where she found Pippa already asleep. She'd obviously thought that Meg and Jack would have been down there for a while and she'd gone to sleep. The other makeshift bed was lying next to her made up. Meg climbed into it and let the tears roll off her cheeks. Pippa had given it 3 days until Meg fell for the Captain, Meg had gone and done it in two.
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Jack was sat below in his cabin, cursing himself for being unable to tell Meg how he felt. He'd never told a woman that he loved her. He'd never needed to. They'd always just fallen into his arms...or rather he'd fallen into theirs.
He'd been going over how to tell Meg in his head all day. If everything had gone to plan then at that moment he would have been kissing Meg, running his hand over every curve, every part of her. Instead he was sat alone in his cabin, wishing he could turn back time and tell her.
He picked up one of his log books from under the bed, where he'd put them before bringing Meg in and began to write...
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Jeeeeeezzzzeeeeee Louise! I can't believe I wrote so much! Jeepers! 10 pages on Word! Mind you I've been writing almost non-stop since 11 this morning and it's now 5. So 10 pages for a days work is quite good!
I seem to be saying this a lot lately but that chapter's a bit dodgy, well towards the end anyway! So I'm sorry if people don't like it!
Anyhoo, R&R please...it's that little purple button down there. Go on, do it...do it...do it! (Sorry I saw the film on Friday and have now become addicted to that phrase!) Do it!