By Kitty =^.^=
Category: Pirates of the Caribbean
Genre: Romance/Comedy/Action Adventure
Summary: Jack meets up with a childhood friend. And, wait... She's a pirate too? A pirate CAPTAIN? With her own fleet?! And now she's going to try and catch up with the Black Pearl. Interesting name for a ship when her name happens to be... well, anyway... "We're going to pay Jack Sparrow a little visit, savvy?" Then Jack remembers how he felt about her and why he had to leave her. (This is sometimes an introspective look at Jack's past.)
A/N: Ah, well, another wonderful day for fanfiction, isn't it? And it doesn't matter what day it is because EVERY day is a good day for fanfiction!! =^.^= meow meow, please read da kitty's new story for it is very good. And about Jack Sparrow from PotC, what MORE could you people POSSIBLY WANT?!?! Enjoy please! And remember to R'n'R (read and review, not rock and roll, although the latter is acceptable when done with the former...)
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"Oh, Jack!" A barely audible whisper in a black crystal, starlit gem. "They're beautiful..." Lela looked up from the necklace to Jack's face, with dark chocolate eyes, wild hair, and defined cheekbones. "Why? It must have cost a fortune--!" Jack reached up and covered his friend's lips with a gentle touch by rough, calloused hand.
"I wanted to. It's your 14th birthday and I wanted to get you something special." He slowly slid his hand back from Lela's lips, ready to dart back to her mouth if she protested again. "I wanted to," he repeated softly. Then, with a sly smirk, he added, "And you had better like that necklace, savvy? It took me quite a while to, uh, commandeer, it..."
Lela sighed and chuckled slightly. She looked back down at the necklace of dark, silky-smooth black pearls, strung together with a shiny, gossamer silver string. And at the bottom in the center, was a black jewel in the shape of stalking panther with tiny dark emerald green eyes. She gasped again at the beauty of such a little thing. "Oh... Jack... wherever did you get it? It's magnificent! The details of this cat are amazing, I've--!" Lela looked up into Jack's shadowy gaze. "I've never seen its equal..." All of a sudden, Lela realized how close she and Jack were; sitting on the stone fence in the middle of the Jade Sea Meadow. It was their place. Since they were little things of 8 and 10, Jack being the older one. Now it was almost 11 o'clock at night on her 14th birthday. Jack was 16, and both of them were as close as ever... figuratively and, uh, literally.
She quickly looked back down at the necklace and pointed a rather shaky finger at the black jewel in the center. "This... this gem is beautiful. What is it?" Lela could feel her face was hot.
Jack had heard Lela's question about the jewel in the back of his mind somewhere, but he wasn't listening. He was noticing how close he and Lela were. Her hair was next to his fingers, just grazing the stone fence they sat on. It had always been long, but now it was a wild, waist length cascade. Ack! Where did that come from?! CASCADE??!!
"Jack? Alive in there?" Lela lightly punched Jack's arm. He looked up and his mind jumped back onto the road of reality and screeched with halt at the corner of embarrassment and confusion.
"What now?" he mumbled. Lela rolled her eyes and tried to regain her cool composure.
"You're always spacing off these days! I swear your mind is not here!" Lela gave herself a mental shake and wondered if Jack noticed how shaky her voice was. "I-is there some new girl you're involved with? Hmm? Is that why you're never here with me anymore?" She laughed and looked at Jack's face. "Honestly!" she said tartly with mock annoyance in her voice. "It's embarrassing, Jack!" She giggled nervously and again tried to regain her serene poise of smooth confidence that she usually held... She failed miserably.
Yes there's someone, Jack thought sadly. It's YOU. "No, there's no one!" Also trying to appear cool, calm, and collected, Jack lightly yanked a small lock of Lela's silky hair. "Don't be daft, girl." Lela squealed slightly as she felt her hair being tugged.
"Jack!" Lela slapped at his hand and batted it away.
"I didn't do anything," Jack said softly, holding up his free hand and examining the fingernails as he gave another tug with his occupied hand which was still wrapped in Lela's shadowy black hair with red stands running through it.
"Ack!" Lela yelped. "Jack!! Stop that, you twit!" She was beginning very aggravated now...
"What?" Jack asked innocently, with a feral grin plastered on his lips. "That's what you get for saying I'm foolin' around with someone!" He poked her in the side and tickled her till he heard her make a strangled giggle.
"Jack! You're absolutely horrid!" Lela frowned a bit and pushed Jack's chest with her palms. And pushed Jack off the wall. He fell backwards and did a bit of a flip and ended up landing on his backside. At first Lela was scared that she may have hurt him and shouted, "Jack!! Oh, damn, I'm sorry!" Then she stopped, and a sly smile crept over her face. She gave an evil chuckle and purred, "But see? That's what you get for being a bully." She stuck her tongue out. "Mmmnyah!"
Jack just lay back on the grass that was slightly damp from the night dew. Why did she have to say his name so much? She had said it seven times since he had given the necklace to her. Yes, he had counted. No I did NOT count, I'm just guessing!! He thought angrily to himself. Oh, don't try and get out of it! His conscience thought back at him. You counted because you want her to never stop saying anything BUT your name. Jack frowned a little, just enough to put a little purse on his lips. But when he saw Lela smiling like that, like some undomesticated jungle cat about to pounce on its prey, his frown was replaced by a grin. A small one. He didn't want to her to notice anything...
WHAT?! Why do I care if she sees me smiling? It's not like I'm sweet on 'er or anythin'... The little voice inside Jack's head said, Oh, AREN'T you? Then why, pray tell, do you want to wrap her in your arms so no one else can have her every time she smiles or laughs or cries or any other man looks at her? Hmm? Can you answer that? Jack almost visibly flinched at the internal question. I-I-I DON'T do that! She... she's just a girl... If Jack's conscience had been manifested into a person, it would have worn an arrogant smirk on its face while it beguiled in a clandestinely devious voice, Yes, Jack. A deliciously gorgeous girl... Jack's eyes widened at his own thoughts that he barely seemed to think on his own.
"You're right," Jack exclaimed suddenly. Lela closed her mouth and stared at her friend, confused. "I was being a bit of a bully. But..." Jack lifted up his leg slowly till the foot was resting on the small stonewall, right next to Lela's side. I'll show this girl how to play. "You've got to admit..." murmured Jack, brushing his bare toes against the girl's thigh and making her take a quiet sharp intake of breath, "That you've had your moments too..." Jack kicked her off the wall and onto the ground next to him. "And that's what you get," he shouted triumphantly, "for saying that pushing me onto the ground is what I got for being a bully!" Jack rolled with laughter as Lela flopped onto the meadow grass. Her eyes narrowed and she simpered a sly smile as she crawled over to Jack. While the lad still snickered, the lass quietly crept towards him. As soon as her hands were close enough to his stomach...
"Oh, El, that fall was priceless! Ha ha ha h—AAAAAGGGHH!! Stop that, Lela!"
Lela dug her nails into Jack's ribs and tickled him more. "Oh, no, I think not!" she smiled smugly. "Now you're really laughing!" More tickling ensued.
After a wild brawl with wrestling and tickling and laughing and screaming, Lela and Jack finally lay back on the grass, flattening the emerald blades. Lela looked up at the stars, and Jack looked at Lela. Her tresses of shadowy black were ruffled and mussed considerably, and bits of grass were stuck in between the strands. Jack watched as Lela's eyes fluttered close and her chest rose and fell with a deep sigh. She was so pretty after they fought like that, and like all the times before; he smiled. Then he slapped a hand against his forehead.
Why did he have to think like this? This. Is. TERRIBLE. I am in such shit! She is my best friend. Not my lover... Lela kicked her legs up onto the little stone fence. And, damn it, that's just NOT fair. She IS the greatest friend I ever had and she ISN'T my girl... Jack glimpsed at the creamy pastel-skinned, dark-haired sprite next to him again. He wryly smiled. But she should be. Jack leaned back into the deep grass and closed his eyes...
And then there was that little psyche imp darted back into Jack's head. Yes, well, at least you confessed to your love for her. Just to yourself, not to her, but can't have everything can you? Jack's overcast coffee eyes snapped open. And the demon snickered. Yeah, that's right. Admit it, Jack. You desire her like a thirsting man does water. You hunger and ache for her lips against yours! And, not only that... The materialization of thought would leer even more now. Not only that, but are we possibly entering the realm of a certain four-lettered 'L' word that is, say, more than comradeship?
Jack's breath caught in his throat. Can that be right? Do I lo... love her? Jack looked over at Lela again, at her tousled hair and the little fragments of grass spread through out the raven locks of hair. Her hazy sapphire eyes flickered and looked into his as he brushed a few pieces away. She sat up a little, hovering over Jack, and sleepily giving a small smile. And Jack watched Lela as she stuck her tongue out at him. And while she flopped down on her stomach as she sidled up to him and wrapped her arms around his chest. She closed her eyes once more with a contented sigh and a blissful smile. Jack smiled and slid one hand to her waist and the other to her neck under her long hair that matched the midnight sky. He gave her a tight squeeze and sighed. Yup. He loved her all right.
And it scared him senseless. (Not that he really had much sense to begin with...)
But Jack was apprehensive of the situation. The girl he loved was now in his arms, her arms encircling him. They were out in a meadow, at night, with no one else around... Jack began to worry. He didn't trust himself very often, and... The roguish conscience of Jack kept repeating an earlier proposal that it had schemed: You desire her like a thirsting man does water. You hunger and ache for her lips against yours! Jack's hand gripped Lela's hip tightly. And no one is around, Jack. She is lying in your arms, practically begging for you to kiss her...
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A/N: Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm huummm, hah hah HAH HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!! Well, are you angry with me yet? If you are I hope its because I ended with a devious little cliffy, and not because you hate the story. I know Jack really seems like a pansy at the moment but he becomes more like himself in the next few chapters. And Lela is NOT just another stupid little Mary-Sue. Personally, I really detest them. She's no ordinary "Oh, look at me! I'm the gorgeous heroine who really has to let my true love save me because if I did anything, I might break a nail!!" girl, if that makes ANY sense at all. Don't worry you'll see what I mean later. Please review! =^.^= Oh, yeah, and there's another chapter next, so go read it! You didn't REALLY think that I would leave you with that cliffy and not give you another chapter at least so you can find out what's happening. I know it all seems a little confusing right now, but after the second chapter it will make more sense. I'm thinkin' this is gonna be a looooong story, so hang onto your hats, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!!
Love,
~*Kitty*~
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