By Kitty =^.^=
Category: Pirates of the Caribbean
Genre: Romance/Action Adventure/Angst/Humour
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: Yay! Another chapter on a story! I'm so proud of myself. I've rarely kept up with a story for three chapters. u_u; I know, pathetic, isn't it? Oh, well, the point is I've got more done! Now some of you think that Jack is being a "scared little teenage boy" glares icily at the Lizard but I can understand this. It's exactly my point! Jack can't have always been a tough, gruff pirate; he was once just a regular guy (apart from the fact that he's dead sexy and more attractive than any other guy in that time period...) I know some of you are a little disappointed about him not being himself. But if you had been paying attention in the first chapter, you would've seen that we catch glimpses of the Jack we know and love desperately. Don't worry; he shall become more like his later self soon! But as I said in the last A/N, will their happiness last?! o_O* You don't know do you??!! So you must read to find out, mwa HA! ........................ Don't try and understand how I think. taps head You try and figure out what's goin' on up there, you'll go nuts trying to comprehend it. Now onto the story!! skips off merrily to the computer La la, lalalaaa...
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Lela looked out at the horizon; the single thread where sea and sky met. Right now, the night made it look like they were two skies, where the stars of one reflected off the other, making even more billions of diamond stars. She felt as though she were out in space, looking out at the endless void that was the universe. She couldn't breathe. Maybe it was because she was envisioning being out in space. Or maybe it was because of whose arms she was in. She smiled. My guess is the latter. She simply couldn't believe this. They had been friends all their lives, always playing, always fighting. And now she was putty in his hands. She had simply melted when he had taken her hand.
Lela frowned. Me? Melt? Because of Jack?! That is not how I'm going to let it go... Lela glanced slightly to the side. Jack was just staring out at the sea. Lela's frown deepened. I'm not giving in so easily, Jack. The corners of Lela's mouth twitched. Not without a fight, I'm not. Her mouth begged to be able to smile, and Lela denied the plea. We'll see who's putty is whose hands, darling. It was painful to not smile and giggle and laugh and scream, but Lela kept a straight face. Let's see exactly what Mr. Sparrow thinks.
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Jack couldn't think straight. What the hell is going on?! He wondered, as his gaze drifted out over the water. I cannot be thinkin' like this, it's just not me. All lovey dovey and such... A scent caught Jack's attention. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, taking in the perfumed smell of... Strawberries 'n cream...delicious... Jack's eyes shot open. What is that? He glanced to the side. Ah. Lela's hair. If he weren't so loathe to letting go of Lela's hand, he would've slapped himself in the head. I am so whipped by the girl. It's most unbecoming... As Jack continued to worry about the situation, he heard Lela speak.
"Jack?" she murmured dreamily.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think people will remember us?"
Jack must've looked confused, for Lela continued in a seemingly unimportant question.
"Look at the sea. It'll be here long after we're gone, and everyone'll know 'bout it. What about us?"
Jack brought a hand up from Lela's waist and held a finger to her chin in a delicate manner. "Of course people will," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. "We're gonna be pirates, 'member? The greatest ever." Jack let the finger trace her cheekbone and he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Everyone will know our names. Now and always." Jack closed his hand around hers once more. "The pirates of the Caribbean..."
Jack couldn't see it, but Lela grinned deviously, delighted that her plan was working perfectly. "Ah, yes. Captain Lela, and her first mate Jack Sparrow."
"Yeah...hang on, what?!" Jack spun Lela around so fast it made her hair fan out behind her. "Whaddya mean Captain Lela, and first mate Jack Sparrow?!" Lela shrugged as much as she could with Jack's hands squeezing her shoulders. "I meant e'zactly wha' I said," Lela replied nonchalantly. "I'm going to be Captain, of course. You couldn't handle the responsibility." Jack was not about to take this lying down.
"Excuse me, love, but I think you mean Captain Jack Sparrow." He grinned, as a wicked sentence entered his head, that he was sure would make Lela infuriated. "You can be the servin' wench," he said shrugging, and he walked past an open-mouthed Lela down towards the beach.
"Servin' wench?!?!?!" she shouted, leaving Jack smiling as he continued to walk, as though unaffected.
"Yeah, s'right!" he called over his shoulder. He neared the rough sand and kicked a few rocks out into the shallow pools that had collected on the beach during high tide. Suddenly, Jack heard the footsteps of Lela running towards him. Ah, he thought smiling, still unsuspectingly walking towards the water, here she comes ready to cry and argue that she's not a wench. As it happened, Jack was right...about one thing. Lela did want to argue that she was not a wench, but...
"You jerk, I'll kill ya!!" Jack was surprised at the screeched death threat that came from Lela, but he was even more surprised when he got a mouthful of salt water and sand as he collided with the wet sea. Lela stood behind Jack whose face was stuck in the waves, with his arms thrashing about and his rump stuck in the air. "Mmm-hmm," she grunted smartly. She brushed her hands and puffed the front of her white shirt. (A/N: Think of Zipporah in The Prince of Egypt when she lets Moses fall down the well. "And that's why Papa says she'll never get married...")
As Jack came up from the water's edge, sputtering and swaggering as though he were drunk, Lela burst into hysterical laughter. "Oh, god, Jack! That was brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Heh haaa hahaha ahaaa!!" She clutched her sides, not noticing that Jack was nearing her. "I mean, oh hoho hhah hahahaa, you-you really should see the look on your face, it--" Giggles and laughs and snickers and guffaws drowned out any other words, but Jack still came closer. Lela opened her eyes and her uproarious laughter trailed down to just uneven breathing. Jack stood before her, almost impossibly close without actually touching her, his black shirt partially open and thoroughly soaked, making it stick to his skin. His untamed hair hung down across his face and framed his defined cheekbones and gunmetal bronze eyes. Lela saw him; he looked as dominating and powerful and compelling as ever. She was almost...frightened...of how fierce he looked, not to mention... Handsome??
Jack placed one damp finger under Lela's chin and tilted her head upwards so that she was looking him dead in the face. "Lela," he began quietly, but in an intimidating tone. "We've been friends eva since we was litt'ul." Lela's shocked, confused countenance was brought closer by Jack's hand to his own face. "Whatuhya you think of me?" I'm tired of beatin' around the bush, he thought, I have to know or else I'll go stark ravin' mad!!
"We-... Well, J-Jack," she started clumsily, "We have been friends..." she tried to collect herself, "fo-...for a long while now, s'true..." Her mind raced. What should I say?! "And... as to what I think of ye... you're me friend..." Jack's heart sank slightly... "I mean, we be more than just friends..." And it rose right back up. "We be, like...best friends... I mean..." And straight back down again. Jack shook his head, getting more and more frustrated with each stuttered sentence she uttered.
"But is that all we is and'll eva be?" he asked his voice growing quieter, and even more frustrated. Lela began to get more nervous.
"We-...I s-suppose, Jack, that we'll always be friends but..."
Jack leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against hers. Lela's eyes widened, and Jack pressed his lips once more to hers. "But this's good too..." Lela mumbled, reciprocating the force against her mouth. Jack wrapped one hand around Lela's waist and the other tangled itself in her hair. Lela's arms slipped around Jack's neck as the two (Author'n'Audience: FINALLY!!) shared a tender, ardent kiss. Maybe there is somethin' to this love nonsense... thought Jack, savoring the feel of Lela's silken lips on his. Perhaps it ain't so bad to be 'putty in Jack's hands'... thought Lela, as she brushed away two twisted dreadlocks away from Jack's face. She pulled away slowly and her eyes drifted open. Jack, feeling Lela draw away, opened his eyes and looked at her. She was smiling.
"What's so funny, love?" he asked grinning slightly.
With a small chuckle, Lela answered, "I was just thinking; you must be a pirate."
"Why's that, darlin'?" Jack inquired, mumbling, as he nuzzled the side of her neck.
"Your lips taste of the sea," she giggled softly, "and of rum."
Jack's eyes shot open and his head raised level with Lela's with a bewildered look upon his features. Then, he laughed. I certainly have the wittiest girl in all the Caribbean, he thought still laughing, and bringing Lela closer to him in a tight embrace, and I've got 'er all to meself!
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"Yeah, s'right," Jack murmured softly in his sleep. "My Lela is the best girl in all the world."
He chuckled delicately as his eyes glided open.
They started to shut again, but then reality, once more like those 7 years ago, took its toll and shoved Jack back into the real world.
The captain of the Black Pearl sat up in his bed, in the captain's chambers aboard the majestic ship, not in the grassy knoll of a little Irish town.
Jack looked down at his hand when he felt the smooth feel of glass against it. He glared at it, now hateful of the one thing that always took him where he wanted to be, but then snatched it away again. The slurred British accent mixed with a hint of Irish snarled a swear. "God-damn rum..."
TBC!!!
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A/N: AH!! They finally kissed!! Man, that's been buggin' me for a while... But wait, '7 years ago'?? What's this?! Hmmm... what do you think? Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Confusions? All are welcome in reviews! Except flames a.k.a. pointless criticism. I want constructive criticism, the kind that makes the story better! I want to know what you think, please. What would you like to see happen? Any suggestions on further plot line should be e-mailed to me please. If I choose to use any, I'd like to keep it a surprise to everyone. (I know; oh, the strange, twisted soul that I am...) Also, anyone wanna be in the story? Apart from you guys! Libby, Kate, you cannot have Jack Sparrow. He belongs to Lela so get over it!! However, I am the author so I am welcomed to him... Aaaagh!! Stop the hitting, stop the hitting!! Okay you guys, it's 4 AM on Sunday night (or Monday morning, however you look at it...) and I be tired so I gotta go upstairs and get some sleep!!
Until the next time, dear readers...
Love,
~*kitty*~
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PS
I also uploaded another chapter to the X-Men fic I'm coauthoring with the Silver Siren of Circe. You're the Only One. little Punjabi man Please go read it, eet ees berry, berry good! the kitty again... Ok, I be off mates!