Cheesy! Yep, that was a warning! Might be a little cheesy. I don't know yet cuz I haven't started writing, but I have my suspicions :D. That last chapter was too, I know, I'm sooorry. I'm a sucker for that kinda stuff ;-)

Sail On Silver Girl

Chapter 11

"Lovie…" he forced a fake smile and wiggled his hands about in explanation. "…I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

Silver looked at him in confusion and dared him to go on. He sighed exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes skyward.

"I can't bloody get attached to some…some woman." Silver's eyes flashed with anger at his condescending tone of voice.

"It's a wench in every port fer me, fer us pirates…savvy? I jest wanted t'be sure ye know that before we… continue…" he finished, winked and smirked smugly. He'd decided that he had been entirely too open with her – she had almost managed to come crashing right through his carefully built-up façade. And he couldn't have that. Besides, there was some truth to his point. Settling for one woman would only cause troubles – and his reputation wouldn't benefit much from it either, he dared say. Silver on the other hand couldn't believe what she was hearing. She rose defiantly and placed her hands to her hips.

"I – you're – I can't ---" she sputtered and searched for words, trying to cover up her actual embarrassment. Jack Sparrow leaned back comfortably – he knew he had regained the upper hand and nothing could throw him off track now. He gestured her to go on. "You were saying, luv…?"

"Shut your hole, you sorry excuse for a Captain!" Silver spat at him. "You're…you're just despicable!" With that she spun on her heel and stormed away. The thought that she had no idea were she was or where she headed to didn't come to her.

Jack jumped up unconsciously when he saw Silvers form quickly disappearing, dissolving with the early dawn of day. He had gone too far this time. It didn't feel right to see her running from him like this– they couldn't part this way, he just had to make her understand.

"Wait wait wait wait, luv" he shouted and ran after her, arms flailing up and down to keep him balanced. He really had had an awful lot of rum. Out of breath he caught up to Silver and held her by her shirt. She twisted to escape his grip and faced him. Beneath the mask of anger, Jack was surprised to see that tears had stained her cheeks. Why was she so upset? She couldn't have – 'no, you're right, she couldn't. Just stop it' Jack told himself.

"What do you want?!" she hissed and wiped angrily at her face.

He grinned cheekily. "Well, I wouldn't want t'go looking fer you a second time, would I?"

He'd expected the slap; actually he had intentionally provoked it. Maybe releasing her anger would make her feel better. It usually worked for women, he thought grinning to himself – simultaneously wincing at the stinging sensation. Working aboard his ship had obviously made her a lot stronger than he'd expected…

Would she listen to him now…?

"I most definitely deserved that…" he admitted quietly and Silver nodded vigorously, still trying to get away from his tight hold on her.

"Would you just listen to me fer a minute!" he said exasperatedly as she struggled with him. Hellcat, hellcat, damn hellcat! he repeated over and over in his head while trying to control his temper. He wondered if she and Anamaria were related. They sure had the same temper…

Suddenly Silver ceased her attempts to escape and looked him square in the eye. The gleaming gray sparkle he found in her eyes scared him a little. What was she up to…?

"Listen to you?" she asked disgustedly. "Believe me, I heard enough. You're just like the others. Egoistical, disgusting and arrogant." Jack mockingly winced at each insult but suddenly let his arms drop and released her.


Silver didn't know what to do. What was he up to…? Reason and another, indefinable but strong sentiment were fighting an inner battle. One urged her to just get away as quick as possible and forget Jack Sparrow for good. The other told her that she couldn't just forget him, couldn't just leave.

She stayed rooted to her spot and narrowed her eyes suspiciously, gazing into Jack's dark chocolate orbs. She realized that this was the first time she had ever carefully regarded his eyes. They were so…beautiful. Mysterious. Deep. And the kohl…he was probably the only man that could wear it without looking completely foolish. Her lips curled up into an involuntary grin as they stood eye locked, neither saying a word.


Why was she grinning? Jack thought, thoroughly baffled. Had she lost her mind? No, he had to admit it was the other way around. He had lost his, specifically in her eyes. He realized that this was the first time he had ever carefully regarded her eyes. They were a pair of shimmering pools that could change ever so quickly. Even now, the bright gray faded into a darker one as she smiled. Her lashes were dark and thick, thus making the contrast even stronger. He noticed the sparkle that formed as she smiled oh-so-faintly and had to grin himself. This is absurd, he thought.

And it was. If there had been any onlookers they must have thought them crazy, their two ragged figures standing there grinning like Cheshire cats.


"I'm sorry, I – I didn't know…" Silver whispered quietly. Jack shrugged his shoulders, clearly uncomfortable.

"Aye, well, I got over it." He muttered. "Never mind now, I…I don't even know why the bloody hell I told ye. Doesn't make a difference now anyways."

"But it does, it does!" Silver said urgently and stretched out her hand to tentatively touch Jack's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. In response Jack only downed the last quarter of the bottle he had sometime during the last hour fished out of his coat pocket.

He really didn't know why he had poured out his heart to her. To make her feel piteous for him? Certainly not.

To get her into bed by telling a touching story? Possibly, but not quite. Jack Sparrow tried to push one thought that kept penetrating his mind as far back as possible.

You care about her, don't ye? Jack Sparrow shook his head angrily.

Ye wanted her to know so she'd understand why you acted this way, didn't you?

You want her to feel for you the way you feel for her, don't you? To love you…

"No, no, no!" Jack Sparrow's fist thumped into his palm, accentuating his denial. Silver withdrew her hand quickly and her eyes took on a hurt expression.

This night she had seen a completely different side of the Jack she knew. Aye, she had always felt like she knew him better than anyone, despite the fact they had only met two weeks ago. But Jack's tale tonight had been heart breaking. She had all reason to assume that he was bluffing, but he had sounded so heartfelt that she couldn't imagine it. The fact that her tale was so closely allied with his made her feeling of sympathy for him even more intense. Even though that was probably the last thing he wanted: pity.

He had lost his father at six, had been sold and abandoned by his mother to work as a slave, had been betrayed by the only friend he had and after his decision to involve in piracy he had to face mutiny against him more than once. After the years he had learned his lesson: trusting is dangerous. His life had been one of solitude and he had never been able to regain that certain intimacy and trust shared with people dear to one. Aye, he had no doubt that his crew was loyal – but he would never go as far as to trust them with his life. After all, they were pirates and had to keep to the code. And neither had he ever loved and trusted a woman. And here she was, scattering all the good intentions he had had into the winds and almost causing him to open up again. And now she had succeeded. If only he knew surely whether he had done the right thing…

Silver didn't know what to think. Of course, none of this excused his actions towards her and she still felt like giving him a solid slap after his disrespectful words, but her anger had decreased considerably. All she really felt like doing now was hold him close and cry with him, open herself up to him like he had done – but he was Captain Jack Sparrow and his mood changed like the weather. She didn't dare talk to him yet. No, she had to trust him more before she would reveal her secret…

"And that's why I. Bloody. Don't. Feel. Like. Becoming. Attached." Jack Sparrow slurred drunkenly, more to himself, and thumped his bottle to the ground, interrupting Silver's thoughts.

She had expected something like this. He probably regretted telling her his story. But, if he liked it or not, his statement had revealed his true feelings. If there was any need denying it, then he was probably on the best way of becoming attached to her. Silver took a deep breath and wondered if this wasn't going to prove a mistake. Then she whispered, so only Jack could hear it,

"It's too bad then that I already am…" and with that she pulled him down to feel his full lips on hers.


A/N: Really sorry for the long wait! Every chapter is getting harder to write and I don't even know why! They are certainly not getting better in quality…Any ideas on how to improve?

Thank you to Jackanory, psychotickitten (I'll try to make Jack more stubborn and not as uncomfortable :D) and LaurenLiz19 for your advice and all the other reviewers for your kind words! :-)

Till next time,

Sereture