There'll be no livin' with her after this
Chapter 15-True confessions
Disclaimer: No, I don't own POTC…
interruptedxthought-I was thinking, yes, Jade is a bit surreal. She is not sure what she wants. She knows that she loves Jack, but isn't sure how to take it. Jack is just acting like himself. Do you think I wrote that too abruptly? But Jade has some issues emotionally. For example, she's been getting over her sadness, and what came with it, and happened to have an incident last night. This makes it rather awkward and angst-y…
CaptianAnna13-I'm on my break, so I'm having fun writing, but I won't be able to write for like, a long time after school starts, though.
Jade awoke to find herself in her bed; the sun was just rising. She became aware that she was in no more than her corset.
"Bloody stupid fatigue!" she cursed to herself. She felt embarrassed that one of these episodes had happened at such a time.
'He should find un mademoiselle that is actually fit to his standards. God, why must I be such high-maintenance! I'm sure Jack thinks me a turn off…'
Then she felt ashamed at herself for thinking of Captain Sparrow in such a way.
'But he is a pirate, so it's expected, but…'
Jade was confused as to why Jack had not continued, nonetheless. She put these thoughts aside, and looked across the table, where a cup of tea was set.
She sat up, and was thankful her head was clear.
"Mais ceci ne finira jamais?" she sighed despairingly, as she reached for the tea cup, which was, surprisingly, still hot. She began to think about Jack as she drank it, but stopped herself.
"I will never be worthy of Jack. He shouldn't have to go through this", she said audibly, meaning to say it to herself.
"What's this then?"
She looked up, and saw him leaning against the doorway.
"Mr. Sparrow!" she said in surprise. "Oh, I'm utterly exposed…" she quickly wrapped the sheets around her.
He chuckled. "And who's a pirate to care about modesty, love?" He walked towards her.
"See, I knew it!" she exclaimed. "You are a pirate for heaven's sake, Jack!" She scrambled up before he could reach her. As she stood and backed away from him, she breathed heavily, as she underwent another spell. But she forced herself not to let it interfere with what needed to be done.
Still breathing very much, she managed, "It's my fault that this happened, and you shouldn't have to deal with someone like me…Find someone else…You should leave"
Jack had a hurt look on his face. Jade took in what she had said. Her head was spinning. She caught her breath as she felt a sharp pain through her body, and started to collapse.
Jack rushed to her, catching her by the arms, and held her. She shuddered, and began to shed tears.
"S'alrigh', lass", he said, as he stroked her hair.
"I don't mean it…I'm not…myself."
"I know", he said.
"But…"
"I care about ye, Jade. Tha's why. Ye should know that."
"Last…"
"Aye, I used to be that way…back in the bloody, wanderin' Tortuga days."
Jade was about to speak again, but Jack hushed her, and just hugged her.
Governor Swann was walking through the halls, on his way to the kitchen for breakfast, when he came to Jade's room.
"Well, I say…!" he started. But he caught Jack's angry glare, and he quickly moved on.
"I'm just going to force myself to...let it go. Really, now, what happened to decorum?
Jack closed to the door with his foot (now wary of passersby).
Jade heard the door click, and stepped away from Jack. "No, this isn't right…"
Jack kept his hand on her back, in case something happened. She reached for her negligee, but weakened.
Jack took her by the shoulders, and set her in the armchair. He handed over the negligee, which she wrapped herself with.
"Really, lass. Demureness doesn't bloody take a part, if ye get me gist."
He gave her the cup of tea. "What the bloody hell is ever right, Jade? Ye've changed me…as well as yerself."
"Jack…" She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I know things have changed—"
"Fer the better, savvy?"
"But I don't want you to be burdened with…this. Moi."
Jack kneeled down, so that he was level with her. "Why do ye think that, love?"
Jade was taken aback.
"Do ye truly comprehend my love for you?"
Jade broke down.
"Jack, of course I do, but, I was cautious of going too far with you. And my weakness…"
"It was yer time in bloody Port Royale, lass", Jack broke in. "It—"
"Oui. But I didn't want to go far, because…"
"Tell me, love."
"Because you're a pirate."
Jack looked sympathetic, and then smiled a bit.
"An' ye were afraid to turn pirate yerself, is that it?"
"No…" Jade remained serious. "I know the life. You go to places like Tortuga, and get with numerous filles. I thought it would be the same, and I would just be…un fille out of many."
"No, Jade!" Jack cried out, in disbelief. "You will never just be un fille. You're much more to me…than I could ever bloody imagine savvy? Definitely, it was enjoyable while it lasted, but…"
Jack lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes.
"Jade, love" He stroked her cheek with his hand. "After these 5 months of knowing ye, I've learned a whole bloody lot."
"Jack…"
"Now that Will's married, I'm basically free, an' it would be so like Captain Jack to go waste himself in Tortuga. S'more ter life than that. Life's me ship, the Pearl, an' you."
"Oh, Jack…I have so much affection towards you…I was worried of losing you.'
Jack kissed her forehead.
"You needn't worry, love." He stood up. "My, look at this! I've kept ye in here long enough. We'd best be off a'fore they send out a search party."
"Oui, monsieur, but you've mesmerized me."
Jack extended his hand, and helped Jade up. "Are ye alright? About everything?" he asked concernedly.
"Yes…I'm recovered."
"Listen, love, if I've taken things too quickly…"
"It's okay…"
Suddenly, the bell rang, calling breakfast, which surprised them a bit.
"Alright..." Jack started, taking her arm.
"Oh, I can't go out looking like this."
"An' do ye think I'm any better?" Jack responded with a laugh.
Jade looked at him curiously. "You're perfectly fine!"
"I don't have my effects. Not going anywhere without my effects, love."
Jade laughed. "Of course. No, but, really…."
"Aye", Jack said in defeat, throwing his hands up. "I'll be waitin' for ye."