Title: Familiarity- First part of Chapter 6 of "Siren's Song"
Author: CaliScrapnMom AKA Nancy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Katherine (OFC)/Jack
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Disclaimer: all the PotC belong to the Mouse, Katherine is mine...all mine!
Notes: Pre-Movie and from Katherine's POV

Sitting up near the bow in my usual spot I opened my journal to start collecting my thoughts. All of that faded when a small blue bead rolled into my hand. Clasping it tight I looked around, and then scolded myself, I wasn't going to see him. It would be foolish of him to come down to the dock at this time, yet he had, to leave this for me. After a while of watching the crew and starting to write a sentence or two it became clear that writing could not do justice to organize all the things bounding around inside my head. I was not going to accomplish what I wanted with words, I wanted to capture him too look back on as time faded the memory.

Almost as if it didn't belong to me my pen began sketching on the page. Those ever alert eyes started to take shape, a hint of suspicion and plotting lurked there. He knew things were not what they seemed. What I would recall even more was the glint of something entirely untoward of proper thought. The expression there was amplified by a mouth framed by pursed lips, in contemplation of his current situation, most likely. My thoughts drifted to the other shapes I'd seen his mouth take, that memory was not going to make this easy. Bringing myself back to the moment at hand I focused instead on his beard with its, ah, interesting ornamentation. This was going to be more difficult than I thought. I chuckled a bit to myself; it's hard to draw the man who drove you to distraction. Focusing on the details brings them into sharp view, laying them bare before an appraising eye. I started to wonder if this was such a good idea. Nevertheless, as his face took shape on the page I focused what I wanted to show. It was an expression I'd seen several times over the previous days, usually in the quiet moments when I was pretending not to look at him. His mind did not rest and his body never really did either, his fingers constantly moved in some way. Always at the ready to grasp either his gun or sword perhaps, or, again my thoughts trailed off into territory not conducive to eliciting the proper memories. As my pen flew over the paper I tried to recall the shape of that interesting ring, it had the most beautiful stone that shone green sometimes and black at others. Blowing gently on the page to help the ink dry faster I smiled at the figure beginning to stride forth from the page. I had the elements there, a purposeful walk, the swing of his coat, yet something was missing and I frowned a bit trying to figure it out. His hat, I had only seen it for a brief time but it definitely put the finishing touches to the overall persona. How it stayed on over that hair with all the things he had braided in I'll never know, although it would be fun to find out. All right, again with the trailing off the matter at hand and into realms that should not be at the forefront of my thoughts. As a final touch I added in the earring he'd purveyed from the wrinkled sheets just a few hours ago.

With satisfaction I looked at the finished product. It was followed by a twinge of something sad, what greeted me on the page was something I would like to compare with the real subject. Closing the cover I looked out to the horizon and toward our eventual destination. I was being silly, I teased Elizabeth for such flights of fancy, I needed to be more careful and not give in to mine. Yet I would wear this bead for years to come, near to my heart, as anything would be for some time.