There'll be no livin' with her after this
Chapter 30-Epilogue
Disclaimer: No, I don't own POTC...
It was just past dawn; there was no morning sunlight streaming through the windows to wake them this time, but they were just awake, nonetheless.
Jack was sitting half-up, lying against the pillow. Jade lie close to him, her head on his shoulder; feeling his warmth and taking in his scent.
He absently brushed his hands along her back, to her waist, and then sighed.
He looked at her, giving her that Captain-Jack-Sparrow grin. "'Mornin', love."
She smiled back, and kissed him. "Already?"
She expected him to respond with a charming remark or gesture, but he turned serious.
"What is it, Jack?"
"Weather..."
"It's dark..." she looked out the ship's window, at the ominous sky, filled with dark clouds. The storm had obviously not gotten any better. "Is that something to worry about?"
"Could be."
He was being vague, and had that contemplative look in his mysterious eyes.
"Jack..." she muttered in his ear.
He met her sparkling eyes. "Are you being un peu superstitious?"
He stroked his soul patch momentarily, before replying. "There's been a change in the wind, lass."
"Oh?", she said in slight mockery.
"Look here." He reached over to the bedside table, and showed Jade his compass.
"Your compass."
"Aye, me compass. Ye know it's not a normal compass, eh?"
"Oui, it doesn't point north."
"Aye! But look, lass!"
She looked down at the compass, then back at Jack in incredulity. "It's...it's pointing north, Jack."
"I'tis. Ye know what tha' means, love? It's an omen, i'tis."
"An omen?" she answered, now in most disbelief.
"Me compass only acts oddly when there's somethin' amiss. An' I believe I know what i'tis."
"Your imagination running wild with you?" Jade provoked jestingly.
He tugged her closer, ending in a kiss. "No..." She frowned at the end of the kiss. "Maybe..." he grinned. "Yes..." he kissed her again.
She laughed as he tickled her.
"But, in all serious now..." he began again, warding-off further temptation. "What the problem is, is tha' this bloody weather won't allow fer a smooth sailin' out of here. If ye want to go, tha' is."
Jade was relieved for the simplicity of this. "Is that all?"
"What d'ye mean, is that all?" Jack grumbled in slight offense. "Don't know about yerself, but I'd fancy getting' out of here."
"Oh, Jack, like un peu of bad weather will stop you? And anyway, staying here a tad longer won't do any harm to either of us."
"Oh Jade!" he groaned. "Imagine if we stayed; myself, suffer the grave humiliation of—"
"Of being the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow?" Jade interrupted laughingly.
"Indeed! And, have to watch in...in utter repulsion ol' Norrington and the Governor—"
"Jack!"
"And!" he stopped her from going further. "What about Will and Elizabeth?"
"Well...", she thought slowly. "We were going to see them, and when the baby comes..."
"Aye! So that's why we must be off!" Jack decided as he got up.
Jade laid back, her arms folded, baffled at how easily the discussion was settled.
After Jack had quickly dressed he looked at her, still in that same position. He smirked at her.
She caught his look of mischievous triumph.
"Jack..." she sighed, a resolute expression on her face. "We're leaving? But I thought you were concerned about the weather."
He sat down on the side of the bed. "Naught in the least."
Jade tried to read his expression, but it was completely serious. She never could read behind those enigmatic eyes. The more she looked at them, the more she went under his spell...
"Je suis so confondre now, Jack! Merci!"
"Tu el le bienvenue", he answered coolly.
She flashed her eyes at him in annoyance. "You will never let me understand you, will you, Mr. Sparrow?"
He leaned over to her. "You already know everything, darling."
"Do I?"
"Well, let's see if ye remember", he answered, leaning on the bedpost.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
She rolled her eyes.
"One of the fiercest and all-knowin' pirates in the Spanish Main...the entire ocean...the entire world, love."
He locked eyes with her. "Ring a bell?"
She smiled at him. "And the most attractive...and alluring...and...Jack, don't give me that look! You know I can't decline it!"
"I know exactly what you mean, love."
"Jack...Jack..." she gave a muffled shriek as he moved onto the bed, ceasing her protests with a kiss.
"Stop, Jack...Jack!"
"What, lass?"
She blew out her breath. "Alright, I know I started it, mais, what're we going to do?"
"Well..." his eyes lighted playfully as he moved to kiss her again.
"No!" she pouted in impatience, knowing the little game he was playing, but he only smirked at her.
He laughed. "Blast! Thought that's what ye meant! Well, ye'd want to stay fer the wedding of the year, wouldn't ye? Even though I would personally omit it form the agenda...Then we'll scurry aboard fer news of the little Turner, eh? What say you to that?"
"How pirate of vous."
"I'd rather hope to keep my reputation as such, Miss Rochet."
"Et, what of mes réputation? Skipping a wedding de mon ami?"
"Exactly; how pirate of you."
A couple months later...
The subject was never really brought up thoroughly again, as Jade had been occupied with helping Belle with her wedding, and Jack occupied with getting certain other matters in order...and Jack and Jade being occupied with each other. Jade did end up attending, as did Jack, for she dragged him with her.
Belle Berneray was officially Belle Norrington, or more stately called, Mrs. Commodore. Jack had always been skeptical of the whole ordeal (telling Jade secretly, that he knew Norrington was eunuch, and he was just always desperate for a lass for social purposes, but he was really cheating on Belle with Gillette) Jade, of course, was supportive of her friend, therefore supportive of her marriage, so she ignored Jack's logic as best she could.
(One evening, while Jade laid next Jack, getting ready to sleep, she whispered to him that Norrington was not a eunuch. To this day, she thinks it one of the best tricks she'd played on him, while he got quite angry and rough, thinking it the cruelest trick)
Governor Swann visited Mr. and Mrs. Turner's; his last visit being when Elizabeth was sixth months along. She was fine, but the only thing that Will was baffled by, was that Elizabeth did not at all appear as though she was with child. She still looked quite thin, with minor differences. Elizabeth calmed him down, however, explaining that it was not a problem. She was actually quite relieved about it, because it was more comfortable.
By the time Jack and Jade were on their way to France, Elizabeth was to be expecting in a mere few days; Will was nervous about it—Elizabeth as well, though she was quite placid, to which Will was very relieved after all the stress she'd had. He had begun to worry over the nightmare or two she'd had, but was reassured when she insisted it was nothing but what it was...even though she still disliked apples. She settled upon pears instead. Elizabeth had actually received news of the whereabouts of her ungrateful cousin, whom Elizabeth cared for, nonetheless. Katrina had been spotted around Tortuga, of all the likely places.
All's well that ends well...poppet.
And the yellow dog's like, "Grr!" and the cat's like, "Hiss!"...and so was the attitude of Belle Norrington's yellow dog, who had really always been a crazy dog. But, at least he didn't carry around that blasted gold key anymore. Not that chasing the same cat everyday was any better.
Confondre: confused