Authors Creed: Well! I got a great response for that chapter! I'm on a writing roll! I appreciate all of your reviews! And I plan to add some twists and turns to this story…*grins* Oh there's soooo much I could do!! Lol. Okay, well on to the thanks!
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DramaFreak: Thanks! I tried my best, and I wasn't sure how well the chapter turned out…But I'm glad you enjoyed it! I finally got a good nights sleep and this should be a nice, long chapter for ya!
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Chapter Four ::Going to Port Clara::
Anne wandered the deck of the ship looking up at Jack occasionally to make sure he was concentrating on where he was going, instead of trying to look at the cases of rum that was given to him in Tortuga. She looked into the distance, her home town of Port Clara just about an hour away. Jack looked at the compass that she had bought him, she never truly understood why he still had that broken one. He had explained what had happened to him, but never explained, why he kept the compass.
"We're about thirty minutes away, lass!" Anne looked back and smiled, she'd get to see her father, although he did not approve of her and Jack's relationship, she still loved him, and they visited occasionally, and she hoped that eventually, her father would learn to accept Jack.
Eventually they arrived at the docks and she spotted her father waiting for her. Jack firmly grasped her hips, and hoisted her down, onto the dock. Anne smiled at her father, "Papa! Oh I missed you!" She ran into her fathers arms. He hugged her happily and pulled away, giving Jack the once over.
"Jack Sparrow." He spat.
"Mr. Jacobs." Jack tried to reply somewhat kindly.
"Papa, please don't start that again." Anne begged, "Let's go home, and I'll fix us some tea, and Jack, You, and I can all chat." She stepped back to Jack and held his hand on the walk home, her father occasionally looking back, and rolling his eyes at the two. Although Mr. Jacobs was happy his daughter had found that certain someone, her certainly wasn't happy that it was a pirate.
Once they reached Anne's father's cottage she began making the tea, while Jack and her father sat glaring at each other. **(A/N: If you want to see what her fathers cottage looks like, go here: .)**
Anne walked back in carry a tray and looking at her father, the hatred shining in his eyes. "Papa, be nice." She smiled weakly at him, receiving a small sigh from her father.
Mr. Jacobs proposed they eat dinner, and then retire to their rooms, Jack being given a separate room from Anne.
She snuck down the hall, to Jacks room quietly, her father snoring in the room next to her, was hard to wake, but with the way her luck was going, he'd wake up.
She knocked lightly on Jack's door, "Jack," she whispered, "Jack, are you up?" The door opened, and there was Jack, standing in only his , grinning, "Aye, I'm up love."
Anne stepped inside his room, and sat on the bed, "I can't sleep without you, Jack." She murmured, Jack sat down beside her wrapping his arms around her and lifting her into his lap, "Then stay in here, Bonnie." He kissed the pulse point on her neck, "Jaaack." She whined, "We can't do that here…" Jack grinned, "Why not?" Anne gave Jack a dark glare, "Because, what if Papa walks in?" "You'll just have to be quiet." Jack whispered into her ear.
Anne pulled out of Jack's arms and stood, "I refuse to stay in this room with you, unless you calm your libido!" She placed her hands on her hips and glared.
Jack groaned and mumbled, "Fine. Fine." She smiled sweetly at Jack and crawled into bed with him. Snuggling up against him, she fell into a deep sleep.
Jack awoke to nails digging into his back, with a cry he rolled over, tossing Louie the cat onto the floor with a loud hiss, which woke Anne.
"What's wrong Jack?" She asked, yawning.
"It's that damned bloody cat!" He muttered darkly.
"Oh, you mean Louie…I thought he was dead…hmm." She muttered, falling asleep once again.
"Damn cat, stupid chit…" Jack mumbled incoherently as he tried to go to sleep. The door flew open and there stood Anne's father, "Annabelle Edana Jacobs!" her father cried. Jack rolled over and muttered, "Sparrow." Anne watched as her fathers eyes darted to Jack, "Sparrow? YOU MARRIED HIM?!" Anne shook her head, "No, no, papa!" He father rolled his eyes, "Anne, can I speak to you alone?" she nodded and got out of bed, following her father into the parlor.
"What is it you wish to speak to me about, Papa?" she yawned once again.
"Why did you even get to know the likes of him, Anne? You know he's nothing but trouble, and that he's only using you!" Her father pleaded with her, "Please Anne, tell him to be gone, and never see him again! It's for your best interest!"
"Papa, you don't understand, Jack loves me. I love Jack…That's all you need to know, you should be happy that I've found someone for me…And remember how mother's father treated you when you first met? You told me he couldn't stand you…Give Jack a chance…Please?" She looked at her father, hope shining in her eyes, "I suppose…But if he hurts you…I'll…I'll…."
"Beat me with your Bible?" Jack asked buttoning his shirt up.
Her father gaped, "Why I don't tell the authorities you're here and have them hang you, I'll never understand." Anne grinned, "Because you looooves me!" She sat in front of her father and whispered, "Thank's papa." He smiled and watched as Jack and Anne made their way to the kitchen.
Jack dug through the cabinets and cellars, "Not one damn bottle of rum." He sat down at the kitchen table and commenced sulking.
"Oh hush, you have four boxes of it on the Pearl, you big addict." Anne grinned, until a wave of dizziness hit her, "I think I'm going to be-" She ran to the restroom and vomited.
"Annie?" Jack asked, worry present in his voice.
Anne looked up and asked hoarsely, "What?"
"Love, are you alright?" Anne shook her head, and Jack stood beside her and held her hair back as she got sick again.
After Anne was done, Jack lifted her into his arms and carried her to his room, "Now I want ya to stay in that bed and rest, do ya hear me?" she nodded weakly as he set her down in the bed and covered her up, kissing her forehead lovingly, "I'ma go find a doctor…"
"Jack-" Anne muttered, "No…I just want to be sure, love." Jack slipped out of the room and walked towards the door, "Mr. Jacobs, what is your doctors name?" Jacob's looked up at Jack, "Uhm…Morrison, Shane Morrison…Why? Is there something wrong?" Jack nodded, "Annie got sick, I'm going to fetch a doctor." Jacob's nodded.
Once Jack convinced Shane to come with him to the Jacobs' home, he had Anne checked out, Shane kicked Jack and Mr. Jacobs out of the bedroom and the two were left to sit in the parlor.
"So…" Jacob's started uneasily.
"Aye?" Jack looked at him.
"What's…uh….your boats name?" The elder looked at Jack.
"Her names 'the Black Pearl.'" Jack muttered digging at his nails, nervously.
"Ah."
A uneasy silence fell between them until Jack broke it.
"So, what's your first name, Annie's never called you anything aside from 'Papa.'" Jacob's looked up and smiled at the pirate.
"Paul…My name is Paul Jacobs." Jack made a 'Oh' noise and looked to the bedroom door, which had opened, Shane walked out, a huge smiled plastered on his face.
"Well, what is it Morrison?" Jack stood from his chair, and asked anxiously.
"Mr. Sparrow, you're going to be a father." With that there was a loud thud, and Mr. Morrison and Mr. Jacobs had to lift the pirate up and carry him to a couch.
