A/N: Yes, I finally decided to do a PotC romance. I mean, come on! With that second movie, who could resist? I mean, I'm just a simple fangirl, with simple pleasures.
Disclaimer: Me: Nope, I don't own PotC. I just bend the character's to my little fantasies!
Lawyers: This….isn't right…..Why is she so happy?
Me:
Dedication: This is dedicated to fetchboy84. The one who opened my eyes to this pairing. And to whom I am STILL supremely sorry for doing a spit-take on with my Raspberry Mocha Chip Frappichino, which, she bought for me…;;;;
The One He Loves
The possession he had always wanted most, and nearly always acquired, was his freedom. He was as free as the wind, drifting from place to place, never settling down and never allowing anyone to tie him down.
But she had sunk into his heart, battening the sails of his freedom. She was all he ever thought about. He was forever wondering where she was, never wanting anyone to touch her or hold her but him.
He almost couldn't believe it himself. He, Captain Jack Sparrow, had fallen head-over-heels in love. His men had noticed the change in him too, as they watched him take her everywhere with him, whispering sweet nothings and holding her perpetually close. And if someone new came aboard or they came into port, his crew watched with resigned horror as he proceeded to make an absolute fool of himself flaunting her.
He looked at her now from across his wooden, cluttered desk and smiled, affection shining in his fathomless onyx eyes.
"Don't worry, love, almost done," he spoke huskily, reaching out a caressing hand to her. He stared at her a moment longer, then reluctantly returned to the weathered map he had been poring over. The smile covering his face remained; he wouldn't have been surprised if it stuck there.
It was silly, really.
She was nothing special to almost anyone else but him, she was really quite ordinary, really. But, this didn't change how he felt. He loved her, every bit of her. He became especially infatuated when the rising sun hit her just right, making her whole self practically sparkle…she was magnificent…
"Urh, Captain?"
"What?" He snapped gruffly, pulled from his daydream.
"Well," a nervous tone dominated his first mate's voice. "The men and I, were, well."
"Yes? Get on with it."
"We were wondering who you've been talking to."
"No one," he replied, his eyes shifting unsteadily, trying to still portray his old pirate aura. But it was no use. She had changed him forever.
"It's her again, isn't it Captain?" He spoke begrudgingly.
"Shouldn't you be manning the sails, or, something?"
There was a long pause. "Aye aye, Captain. But I personally think you shouldn't be spending so much time with her."
Jack took a deep, calming breath, waiting for complete solitude with his love. Then he reached out to stroke her once more and spoke softly, lovingly.
"Don't worry, darling. I won't let anything separate us. My beloved jar of dirt."
A/N: The one TRUE pairing. Don't deny it. XD ish a true Jackadirt fan Well, this is what happens when Fetchy dares me to do a ficlet at 10:50 at night, after watching PotC 2, and after drinking a grande frappachino. Oh my. XD