Sail On Silver Girl

Chapter 19

Tentatively Silver stepped onto the grounds of her homeland. Supported by Jack's careful hand, she walked as steadily as the dress and her frantic mind would allow her. Her eyes jumped anxiously from left to right, scanning the scenery that lay before her. Jack let her hand go and stayed behind as she walked slowly across the harbor. The shack-like boat-house was still there, she noticed. Many-a-days in her early youth had she come to play with the boys her age that worked here for a couple of pennies: of course without her father's approval. A princess like her shouldn't have anything to do with a pack of mangy dogs like they were. But the sound of waves bumping against boats and the smell of fresh paint brought back the memory of that cherished playground. She slowly opened the rusty door of the shack, peering inside with nostalgia plaguing her mind, but it too was empty. As deserted as the rest of her beloved city. The heels of her shoes echoed eerily in the silence as she wandered into the cobble-stone alleys: the "Treasure Island", host of the captains and crew coming for trade looked bleaker than ever without the brawls of drunkards; to her right the bookstore, whose endless rows of wooden shelves filled with books had never ceased to amaze her – yes, even the old bakery was still there. And the doors and windows of every single building, without exception, were covered with black satin, billowing in the breeze. Everything looked so dreary and dark that Silver turned around to Jack for comfort, who was looking at her from the harbor amidst the sea of black; to him she seemed almost like the little child she might have been, fearful and lonely, with no one to help her now.

Jack resolutely stared back at her, though the distressing look mirrored in her face was almost too heartrending for him to take. At his attempt to smile supportively and the sheepish shrug of his shoulders Silver couldn't take it anymore. Turning abruptly away from Jack she lifted her skirts and began running towards the direction she remembered castle of her father to be, her heels echoing loudly in the silence. Since the town was situated on a hill, she was quickly out of breath but did not cease running until she reached her destination located on the highest part of the city.

Captain Jack Sparrow kept his eyes on her diminishing form until she disappeared around the corner. Watching her anxiously he tried to decide whether to follow her, but knowing that she needed some time alone, he settled on letting her be for a while. Turning towards his ship and the curious crew that had lined up on deck, Jack slowly walked back, noticing his steps getting slower and his boots getting heavier with the second. He kept looking back, and was so lost in thoughts, that even Gibbs deep baritone could not distract him

"Jack. Cap'n! Oy! Still on this world, Sparrow?"

After blinking confusedly and feeling caught, Jack shouted back at Gibbs in defense.

"I…" Jack cleared his throat. "I'm thinkin' mate, ye should mind yer own business and leave yer Captain to his, extremely smart and valuable, thoughts once a while!"

Narrowing his eyes at this undeserved haughty comment, Gibbs expression softened after regarding Jack's worried face closely.

"Why don't ye follow 'er. I'd do it. Silver's a great lass. She won't mind..."

At the mention of her name, Jack's eyes became stormy, but he reconsidered the rude remark he was about to holler at Gibbs.

"Suppose yer right…" he mumbled. Elaborating the following words with flamboyant gestures he continued: "I mean, it's not like I'm following her or anything. Nay, I'm simply…making sure that nothing happens to her. I mean, it'd be awful if that lovely dress with that exquisite shade of green was torn and…- oh to hell with it, who am I kidding?" His lips parted in a wide, pleased grin that lit up his entire face and he winked at his crew with sparkling eyes, before storming off towards the streets as excited as a little boy. The crew responded with loud laughter at this unusual sight of their Captain, and Anamaria grinned knowingly. To her it was undeniable: the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow was most definitely in love.


After his first eager attempt to find Silver as soon as possible, Jack had to admit that he had no idea where he was. All alleys looked the same to him. Dark and empty. Astonished he gazed around the deserted city that seemed almost dead. The silence was eerie, and Jack swallowed hard at the bleak sight of shacks as well as beautiful mansions covered in black. He reached the town square and noticed that even the water fountain had run dry. Whatever had happened here? He cursed himself for bringing Silver here and making her upset. Couldn't he just have left everything the perfect way it had been?

The nagging feeling of guilt let him search for Silver with desperation. Jack even tried calling her name a couple of times, but the ghostly echo that had reverberated through the empty streets soon shut him up. His pace quickened though, as the sight of a mansion, even castle, of outstanding beauty and extravagance on the highest peak of the city came into view. The roofs of the three little towers were covered in gold and the grand wooded gate was held by golden nails. The park that led to the entrance was well kept and the most exotic flowers competed for attention with impressive old oaks. Jack's mouth stood agape for a while and his pirate heart beat faster at the sight of such riches. He walked slowly and the gravel crunched underneath his boots, but suddenly, at the white steps of the entrance he seemed to see a figure lying. A figure in a green dress.

"Silver!" Jack gasped, and ran towards her, taking the direct way through the trees. Catching for breath and looking up before he reached her though, Jack faltered and jumped behind one of the great oaks. Peeking out from behind it, he could see Silver lying at the ground, sobbing, her face buried in her arms. The compassion he felt for her almost broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to enclose her in his arms forever.

But she was not alone. Kneeling beside her was a handsome man Jack guessed to be in the late twenties. He was talking soothingly to Silver, his hand stroking her hair. Jack could barely make out Silver's whispers.

"But…Jonathan, it cannot be. My father…he..."

He couldn't decipher the man's answer, but his eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight he witnessed next. Taking her gently by the hand, the young man pulled Silver on her feet and into a hug.

"I must express how glad I am that you have returned.", the man spoke softly, and Jack saw Silver smile weakly. Releasing her, the man took Silver by her hand and ushered her inside. Only when the door fell into its lock did Jack realize that he was grinding his teeth and had clenched his fists.


Ack. Almost no dialogue. I don't know about you guys, but I find chapters/stories with little dialogue quite boring sometimes. Please let me know what you think, and tell me if thatt bothers you too or is ok, so I know what to change. Thanks a million for the feedback! My reviewers – you are the best!

Love,

Sereture