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Chapter 20 – Decisions, Decisions

A/N: (Jack) I have some rather unfortunate news mates, well to some of ye it may be joyful….Jo, is dead. And as her loyal pirate Captain, it is my duty to update these next few chapters in memory of her. –bows head and snickers- After all, we all miss her. –snorts-

"Carnations?"

"No." I moaned.

"Roses?"

"No."

"How about weeds!"

"What!" I exclaimed looking at my mother.

"You are too picky my darling. You act as if you do not want to get married."

"I do!" I said startled.

"Save those words for the wedding."

"Ok." I muttered. I looked at my mother and noticed that she had aged quite a bit. Her hair was no longer the gorgeous auburn it used to be; it was grey and dull. Her face had become wrinkly almost like a prune and she looked so very fragile.

"Daffodils?" She asked turning around with a bouquet in her hand. "What?"

"You look…different."

"It's called aging dear. Now, daffodils? Yes or no?"

"Yes." I sighed. She piled millions of them into my hands and pretty soon…I was blind. "Um, mama where are you?"

"This way darling." She called from a distance. "Follow the sound of my voice." I walked very slowly towards her, well I hoped I was walking towards her. I stretched one hand out in front of me and held the flowers with the other. The flowers began to teeter to one side and then they would shift to the other side. I felt a hand grab mine except it wasn't my mothers.

"Piper?"

"Try Will."

"Oh, Hi Willy." I smiled as he led me over to the table. I dropped all the flowers onto it and waited as the flouriest washed, cut and arranged the flowers for me. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." He replied with a concerned look on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked nervously.

"You are doing the wrong thing."

"Will, for God sakes, if I could change it I would but I can't…the wedding is in three days!"

"Well, at least go talk to Jack one last time."

"Oh, Will. I can't…I'm to, afraid."

"You are never afraid! You're Samantha DiBattista, you fear nothing."

"No…"

"Samantha." Will growled.

"Ok." I gave in.

"Go now. I'll take of these flowers and your mother."

Alright." I began to walk out of the shop but stopped. "Will?"

"Yes." He said looking at me.

"I love you."

He smiled. "I love you too Sam." I ran off to the cells and jumped down the steps two at a time. I slipped and fell on the last one.

"Ow." I muttered standing up. "Stupid dark cells."

"Samantha? Is that ye luv?"

"Nope, it's the boogeyman." I smiled walking over to Jack's cell.

"Ye look gorgeous." He smiled taking me in. I had bathed, fixed my hair and I had a dress on.

"I hate the dress. The shirt and breeches were better."

"Luv, ye look sad." I frowned.

"Jack, I tried everything I could but they moved the wedding sooner."

"What?" Jack yelled.

"Sh, not so loud." I whispered. "It's in three days."

"Why didn't ye try to postpone it?" Jack asked glaring at me.

"I did!" I said defensively.

"Well, ye didn't do a good job." Jack muttered.

"Why on earth are you blaming me?" I asked angrily.

"Well, ye are the princess, yer father should be able ta do somethin' for ye!"

"He didn't do anything…all he did was yell at me. He wants me to marry Norrington." I said.

"Seems ta me like ye do to." I stared at Jack with my mouth wide open. How dare he make me out to be the bad guy...girl. He knew I didn't want to marry him and now, he just makes things worse. That's when I realized it, he blamed me for kidnapping me, he blamed me for the Royal Navy coming and now he was blaming me for the one thing in the world I didn't want to happen.

"I hate you." I whispered through gritted teeth.

"Wha'?" Jack asked alarmed.

"I hate you Sparrow."

"Good for ye Samantha." Jack replied coolly not looking me in the eye.

"You shall address me as Princess Samantha DiBattista." I hissed and walked away.

"Goodbye…Princess." I ran out of the jail and all the way home. I burst open the doors and leaned against them. I lost it and slid to the floor in frustration. That's when the fucking tears came again…I hate this. I tried to stop but I couldn't. These emotions were starting to bother me a lot. I picked up the necklace Jack had given me and ripped it off my neck. I stared at it and then threw it across the room. I wanted to stop crying, I felt childish and to feminine when I cried. I was tough, not a wimp.

"Samantha?" Elizabeth asked from the stairs. "Are you alright?"

"Does it look like I'm alright?" I snapped.

"No need to yell."

"Oh there is!" I shouted standing up. "I curse the day I met Jack Sparrow."

"You don't mean that." She gasped.

"I HATE HIM!" I sobbed. Elizabeth ran over and hugged me and I didn't refuse. The door opened and Will and my mother walked in.

"Honey, is everything alright?" She asked running over to me. I looked up startled. I wiped my eyes and tried to smile but, I failed miserably.

"Oh yes, I was just thinking about grand father." I blubbered. She ran over to me and pulled me into a big hug.

"It's ok. We all miss him." She said soothingly. I pulled away from her and smiled.

"Thank you mama. Let me help you with the flowers Will." I sniffed. Will handed me half of the flowers and we made our way up the stairs. When my mother was out of range Will began to question me.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked. It was rather like a command.

"Wait until we get to the kitchen." I chuckled as Elizabeth stumbled. "Liz, don't fall."

"I won't." She replied opening the door for Will and I.

"What happened Sam?" Will asked putting the flowers on the counter. I got a couple vases out of the bottom cupboard and began to fill them with water.

"I hate him." I said angrily.

"Who?" Will asked.

"Jack." Elizabeth sighed. Will looked at me, shocked, and opened his mouth to say something. Instead of him talking, he was rudely interrupted by someone I really did not want to talk to at the moment.

"Who is this Jack fellow I keep hearing about?" I groaned. I turned around and there was Hugh, standing like he was all high and mighty.

"No one of your concern." I snapped.

"Um, you two, could you give me and Samantha a moment alone?" Hugh asked. Elizabeth nodded and Will glared at Hugh as he was dragged out of the room. I sighed and continued filling the vases. Hugh walked over to me and I ignored him.

"Oh Samantha, how I have missed you." He smiled playing with my hair.

"That's wonderful, but, I haven't missed you." I said angrily walking away to put a vase on the counter. He followed me and I moaned. "What do you want?"

"You." He stated stroking my cheek. I slapped his hand away and groaned in frustration.

"You honestly, don't know what you want!" I yelleddropping the vase of water onthe floor and smacking him across the face. I turned around and walked out the door to the crisp morning air.

"Samantha, I know I deserved that." He yelled, running to catch up with me.

"Of course you did." I smiled walking faster.

"-but hear me out darling."

"Don't you ever call me that again…understood?" I warned.

"Understood." He smiled. "You always were the tough one, and that is what I loved about you."

"That is why you left me you idiot!" I shouted.

"Oh Samantha please, you know you want me." He said grabbing me and thrusting me into him. I stared into his gorgeous green eyes.

"You know, you're absolutely right…" I began. "I want you to go away." I smirked. He chuckled.

"I was foolish to let you go." He sighed. "Sam, I have changed."

"You haven't changed a bit." I hissed trying to push myself away from him but he was to strong.

"I know how to please a woman." He smiled.

"Then please leave me alone!" I huffed.

"Just whisper those three words that will make my day and yours as well." He whispered in my ear. I hesitated and then smiled at him.

"Go to hell." I kicked him in the kneecap and he fell to the ground. I stepped over him, smirked, and began to walk away.

"I was wrong about you!" He yelled.

"That's nice." I said not looking at him.

"Now that I look at you, you still aren't pretty." I stopped and sighed.

"And you're quite good looking." I said looking at his pathetic body lying on the ground. "For a gorilla…that is." He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"Sam, did you not hear me?" He asked in shock.

"And did you not hear me! You think that bothers me anymore? Do you honestly think that for one second I am going to let you ruin my life again? Grow up." I hissed and walked away. I stumbled up the hill and made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a vase and walked over to the sink.

You miss Jack…admit it.

"Oh not you. I thought you were gone?" I said angrily.

Your mind doesn't leave you. Why don't you just go and talk to Jack?

"Hmm…because he hates me. And, I hate him." I whispered.

Liar…

"Oh, so now I am a liar eh? Take that." I said hitting myself in the head. I cringed. "Now, I am going crazy. Absolutely wonderful."

"Sam…please go get some rest. You're worrying me." Will said from the doorway.

"Now I need rest eh?" I snapped. "Sorry…" I sighed. "It's just, that jerk really knows how to get to me."

"I know." He chuckled.

"What am I going to do Will? I have never been more confused or stressed out in my whole life." I said sitting on the counter.

"First things first: Calm down. You are really beginning to worry me Sam. Crying all the time, fighting with your father…and yourself!" I took a deep breath and smiled at Will.

"Too bad you married Lizzie." I smiled spotting Lizzie walk in the room.

He smiled back. "Oh, if I didn't know you'd be so beautiful I would have married you."

"So this is what goes on behind my back?" Lizzie joked hitting Will on his bottom.

"Oy!" Will shouted.

"Oy? William, I believe you are the one who needs the rest. Who on earth says oy?" I laughed. Soon, Elizabeth and Will joined in the laughter.

"Scusi?" Someone said from the doorway. Matteo. Father's butler.

"Ciao Matteo. Come lei è?" I smiled sweetly. (Hello Matteo. How are you?)

"Signorina meravigliosa. Sono qui informare lei che suo padre amerebbe per avere una parola con lei." Matteo explained. (Wonderful Miss. I am here to inform you that your father would like to have a word with you.)

"Il padre? Bene, avrò ragione lí. Ringraziarla." I said in shock. Father and I haven't talked for a whole day. It may not seem like a lot, but for me and my father, it's like an eternity. (Father? Alright, I'll be right there. Thank you.)

"Era nessuna principessa di problema." He bowed and left the room. (It was no problem princess)

"I'll be right back. My father wants to see me."

(Jack) 'Ello again mates. As you've heard she is dead. Six feet under. Caput. GONE! (reviewers) –advance upon Jack- (Jack) –backs away slowly- Review savvy? –runs as reviewers chase him...excluding Carmen-