Chapter 6 – A Cry for Help

Jack was getting used to the idea that he was indeed Jack Sparrow. His life, or the life he thought he knew, though not very long, wasn't his. Looking through his belongings on his ship he wondered if they were even his. There was a red bandanna, a gun holster, a gun, a sword, a compass, some other navigation tools and then he saw it. There was a golden necklace in the pocket of the vest, the pendent on it was in the shape of a heart.

The man sat at his desk and brushed his fingers through his hair. He wanted to go to Elizabeth and tell her but what if he found out he never loved her in the past? He decided to give it time. 'If you wait too long she'll be gone.' A little voice said in his head and Jack shoved it away. It was true however, Elizabeth was going to be engaged at the end of the month, he needed to do something.

'Get rid of the man, mate.'

The voices in his head were starting to sound ridiculous, almost like a pirate. The pirate he should be. He hadn't seen the beautiful Miss Swann for a week, his hair had been growing out and he didn't care that he looked, well, dirty.

His fingers had dirt under the nails and crusted on the side. He had put on the rings that he found on board and noticed that they didn't feel out of place. He had made up his mind. He was going to see Elizabeth, in all his pirate clothes and ornaments.

Elizabeth stood out on the balcony when there was a knock at the door. One of the maids was screaming. From her angle she couldn't get a good view of the person so she ran downstairs.

"Helen what is the problem?" When her eyes rested on the man at the door she felt the blood leave her face, leaving it white. He must have noticed because in a split second Jack was holding the now unconscious Elizabeth Swann.

Jack knew that if he had any chance at regaining his memory it would be from Elizabeth. The girl had passed out at the sight of him and he knew why. It had been a while since he had shaved or cut his hair. He was probably starting to look like his old self.

He wet the washcloth again and pressed the cool water her head. Elizabeth moaned slightly and shifted. Pulling his hand away Jack watched as she opened her eyes, and waited until she noticed him.

"Jack?" She asked, tears coming to her eyes.

He nodded, "I think so love."

So she was right. Randall Marcus was indeed her pirate rescuer in disguise. But why wouldn't he tell her? She closed her eyes and remembered looking at his arm but not finding even a hint of black ink.

"Wait. You think so?"

Jack looked at her and nodded. "I was kind of hoping you would tell me."

Elizabeth sat up, his face was close to hers now. "You mean you don't remember? How do you know your Jack anyway?"

"I saw my scars, my tattoo, my brand. I could only see them in the moonlight." He said hoping she would believe him. He brushed a stray hair from his eyes and he was shaken slightly when he saw her own eyes baring into his.

"Stranger things have happened." She said breathing out heavily.

Jack didn't know what to do. He knew what he would like to do and it was becoming more obvious to him every moment their eyes were locked. Luckily for him, she fixed the situation.

Her lips were pressed against his and it felt like Heaven. Every thing in him told him to kiss back, that this was right. So he did. Their lips played on each others and it was amazing. Jack's hand found it's way behind her head and he held it in place as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She accepted it and kissed him back wholly.

Too soon he pulled away. "Elizabeth." He said breathlessly, almost uncertain. "Have we done this before?"

She shook her head no and unconsciously licked her lips. He grinned at her. "Hmm, must have been in my dreams then." He said and nuzzled his nose into the crook of her throat. Elizabeth giggled and wrapped her arms around him protectively.

"Jack. How are you alive?"

At first he was confused and bothered by the question, he soon recovered however and told her the story of Gildah and what she had done.

"My goodness. I can't believe it." Elizabeth said wiping a stray tear away.

"That's not all. She said someday I will give her the child of the sea. I don't know what it means." He said, thinking.

"It probably means she wants to take you to bed."

The pirate smiled and brought a hand to her face. "Like you love?" He asked, his lips finding her ear.

Elizabeth wanted so much to give into him, to let him make love to her that she so desperately wanted, but what if he really didn't want her? What if he regained his memory and realized it was all a mistake?

"We can't Jack."

He stopped his attack on the side of her face and looked into her eyes. "Why?"

The tears started to come again. "What if you don't really want me? What if?"

She never did finish however as Jack's lips where on hers again, his tongue tracing her lips teasingly. "I've never wanted a woman so badly my whole life." He said and kissed her again. She pulled away.

"Let me help you regain your memory. Then if you still want me I promise I won't object."

Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Whatever you want darling. Where do we start?"

Elizabeth stood from the bed and walked toward her window, away from the attractive and very seductive pirate. "First tell me what you see when you look at the sea."

Jack smiled and stood. "Is that a trick question?"

The air was heavy with anticipation as she wondered if he was going to add 'love' to the end of his sentence. When he didn't she answered him.

"No. Just tell me."

He didn't even need to think about it. "Freedom."

Tears once again came to her eyes. It was Jack, he was here with her and she wanted to dive into his soul and bring out his memories. His memories of the island, of the cool water around them as he saved her, just his memories of her.

"Exactly."

He looked pleased with himself but the tears in her eyes made his face fall. "What is it Elizabeth?"

"I just can't help but wonder if you're really ever going to come back to me. What if you never regain your memory?"

"Well then we'll have to make our own memories won't we?" He said totally sincere.

Elizabeth nodded but the tears fell anyway. Jack pulled her into his arms and rested his head on top of hers.

"Help me remember."

Her tears were being absorbed by his shirt and she moved away from him, almost afraid of falling in love with the new Jack. She wanted the old one.

"Okay. First off, what is the name of your ship? Do you know?"

A light flickered in his eyes as he responded. "I have a ship?"

Elizabeth moved to her dresser and opened the top drawer, after sifting through the corsets and undergarments she found it. It was a piece of wood from the Pearl. "Yes you do. It's called the Black Pearl." She said and put the wood in his hand. Jack closed his fingers over it and smiled.

"It's smooth."

"The whole ship is like that." She said remembering how Jack would touch his ship like it was the most calming thing in the world. It was.

"What else?" He asked getting excited. He was enjoying the fact that someone knew so much about him and was just as willing to help him.

"Well, you were the youngest pirate captain ever. One time your crew mutinied and your first mate Barbossa took the Pearl from you. Umm, you've been to many places including Singapore, India, and England." She stopped when she saw him gazing at her, listening intently. It was if she were telling the facts of Jack Sparrow to a little child. "Does any of this help?"

He shook his head. "Not really, but it is interesting. I did all that?"

"And more."

Jack smiled and pointed a finger at himself. "What am I called?"

Elizabeth wasn't sure she understood the question. "Called?"

"Yes love, do I have a name?"

The sunlight was hitting her eyes now so she moved farther into the room. "Everyone calls you Captain Jack Sparrow. And they don't forget the 'Captain' part either, unless they want to lose an ear."

Jack laughed at this then when she only smiled he asked very seriously.

"Do I really cut off peoples ears?"

TBC