Disclaimer: They say that the 3rd time is a charm but, I personally think
that the 9th is, so here it goes: I do not own any of the POTC characters
just mine, Miranda and Ismene. By the way, thanks to the five people who
put me on their Author Alert list, I feel so honored! Okay this is the part
where you say, "Shut up and let me read!" Soooooo... on with Chapter 9!
Chapter 9
Jack tossed and turned in his bed, his mind going back to and playing over and over the death of Miranda. He shot straight up, looking around hoping to see his love next to him in the bed, but was greatly disappointed when his dream was confirmed true. He sighed as he laid on his back, gazing up at the ceiling and letting his mind wander. He could still feel her warm breath on his neck whenever she kissed him there. His lips burned reminding him of the passion they felt whenever they kissed. He rubbed his eyes and glanced down at his hand. Moisture. Could it be that the great Captain Jack Sparrow was crying? He quickly wiped them away at the sound of a knock on the door, "Come in." He was expecting Ismene but, imagine his surprise when he saw Nana come in. The poor woman was now looking exceptionally old. Her skin was all red and blotchy, her hair seemed to turn more gray in faster time than it had ever in all those years. Her eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle that they always had. "Nana..." Jack called out affectionately. She smiled weakly as she made her way to Jack's bed and sat down. He looked at her with concern, "Are you well?" Her eyes wandered to the floor, "I've been better..." Tears trickled down her cheeks. Jack gently wiped them away, "Nana, you shouldn't be crying. We have to be strong, for Ismene's sake." His voice was steady, but it was only a cover- up for the way he actually felt. Nana grabbed his hands, and he noticed that they were trembling, "Jack, I know you're hurting more than me, but you don't have to hide it." His heart stopped when she said those last words, he stood up, "A pirate never feels pain, except the wounds one gets in battle." Nana gently put her hand on his chest, on the area where his heart was, "But this pirate, has suffered other wounds that battle could not bestow." She looked into his eyes and watched as the fearless Captain Jack Sparrow, shed a tear. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Miranda awoke just as the sun hit her face. She stretched her arms up, taking out all the knots in her back. She began to undress, she turned around to get her top, "So, are all lady pirates pretty as you?" She looked up, "Good morning, Mr. Jones. Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock? It's impolite to barge in, mate." He flashed her a smile, "Aye, she did. But she did teach me how to win ladies over." Miranda walked up to him, showing him all her glory, "Oh really, Mr. Jones, and how old might you be?" He focused on her breasts, but then realized his impoliteness, and looked up , "Twenty years oldl m'lady." She smirked, "Well, mate, you're too young for me," She turned around, "And I don't think you want to be on bad terms with Jack, savvy?" She walked off to change privately leaving him with a forced smile on his face. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ismene walked out onto the deck of the Princessa Gothica. But to her surprise, she found that she felt awkward here, now that her mother was gone. She remembered as far back as she could, the countless years that she came out here each morning and found her mother at the wheel of the ship, looking out onto the horizon as if waiting for someone to come for her. Miranda's long raven hair would be flowing in the wind, and it was at that moment that Ismene knew what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She wanted to be the next Captain of the Princessa Gothica. She saw her father sitting on the edge of the ship. She smiled weakly wondering how he was doing, she walked towards him and broke into a run as she realized what her father was up to. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sat there with his knife in his hand. He looked at the sharp, shiny point with his expressionless eyes, with a queer smile. Then, in one motion he stuck the blade into his wrist. The blood gushed out of the wound uncontrollably. He screeched with laughter at the stupid act he did. He heard Ismene scream, "No!" fought her father to get the knife out of his wrist. But he merely pushed her back, "Leave me! I want to go with Miranda, I can't do this anymore!" She took out her handkerchief, "She's still alive, I can feel it!" she pulled out the knife as Jack winced, "Aren't you a little old to believe in things that aren't true, give it up Ismene. There's no hope, luv." Ismene finished wrapping his wrist. She put her forehead against his, "There is always hope..." she whispered. Jack looked up, and saw her smile at him. He kissed her forehead as he forced a smile, for Ismene's sake.
A/N: Now I know what you're thinking, "Miranda, you took that line, 'There is always hope from LOTR: The Two Towers!' Well,you're right! I'm sorry to say that as of 3 weeks, I haven't gotten a single review :( Oh well, but that will change, right? Okay see you next chapter!
-Miranda de la Costa
Chapter 9
Jack tossed and turned in his bed, his mind going back to and playing over and over the death of Miranda. He shot straight up, looking around hoping to see his love next to him in the bed, but was greatly disappointed when his dream was confirmed true. He sighed as he laid on his back, gazing up at the ceiling and letting his mind wander. He could still feel her warm breath on his neck whenever she kissed him there. His lips burned reminding him of the passion they felt whenever they kissed. He rubbed his eyes and glanced down at his hand. Moisture. Could it be that the great Captain Jack Sparrow was crying? He quickly wiped them away at the sound of a knock on the door, "Come in." He was expecting Ismene but, imagine his surprise when he saw Nana come in. The poor woman was now looking exceptionally old. Her skin was all red and blotchy, her hair seemed to turn more gray in faster time than it had ever in all those years. Her eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle that they always had. "Nana..." Jack called out affectionately. She smiled weakly as she made her way to Jack's bed and sat down. He looked at her with concern, "Are you well?" Her eyes wandered to the floor, "I've been better..." Tears trickled down her cheeks. Jack gently wiped them away, "Nana, you shouldn't be crying. We have to be strong, for Ismene's sake." His voice was steady, but it was only a cover- up for the way he actually felt. Nana grabbed his hands, and he noticed that they were trembling, "Jack, I know you're hurting more than me, but you don't have to hide it." His heart stopped when she said those last words, he stood up, "A pirate never feels pain, except the wounds one gets in battle." Nana gently put her hand on his chest, on the area where his heart was, "But this pirate, has suffered other wounds that battle could not bestow." She looked into his eyes and watched as the fearless Captain Jack Sparrow, shed a tear. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Miranda awoke just as the sun hit her face. She stretched her arms up, taking out all the knots in her back. She began to undress, she turned around to get her top, "So, are all lady pirates pretty as you?" She looked up, "Good morning, Mr. Jones. Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock? It's impolite to barge in, mate." He flashed her a smile, "Aye, she did. But she did teach me how to win ladies over." Miranda walked up to him, showing him all her glory, "Oh really, Mr. Jones, and how old might you be?" He focused on her breasts, but then realized his impoliteness, and looked up , "Twenty years oldl m'lady." She smirked, "Well, mate, you're too young for me," She turned around, "And I don't think you want to be on bad terms with Jack, savvy?" She walked off to change privately leaving him with a forced smile on his face. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ismene walked out onto the deck of the Princessa Gothica. But to her surprise, she found that she felt awkward here, now that her mother was gone. She remembered as far back as she could, the countless years that she came out here each morning and found her mother at the wheel of the ship, looking out onto the horizon as if waiting for someone to come for her. Miranda's long raven hair would be flowing in the wind, and it was at that moment that Ismene knew what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She wanted to be the next Captain of the Princessa Gothica. She saw her father sitting on the edge of the ship. She smiled weakly wondering how he was doing, she walked towards him and broke into a run as she realized what her father was up to. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sat there with his knife in his hand. He looked at the sharp, shiny point with his expressionless eyes, with a queer smile. Then, in one motion he stuck the blade into his wrist. The blood gushed out of the wound uncontrollably. He screeched with laughter at the stupid act he did. He heard Ismene scream, "No!" fought her father to get the knife out of his wrist. But he merely pushed her back, "Leave me! I want to go with Miranda, I can't do this anymore!" She took out her handkerchief, "She's still alive, I can feel it!" she pulled out the knife as Jack winced, "Aren't you a little old to believe in things that aren't true, give it up Ismene. There's no hope, luv." Ismene finished wrapping his wrist. She put her forehead against his, "There is always hope..." she whispered. Jack looked up, and saw her smile at him. He kissed her forehead as he forced a smile, for Ismene's sake.
A/N: Now I know what you're thinking, "Miranda, you took that line, 'There is always hope from LOTR: The Two Towers!' Well,you're right! I'm sorry to say that as of 3 weeks, I haven't gotten a single review :( Oh well, but that will change, right? Okay see you next chapter!
-Miranda de la Costa
