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A Bet, Some Rum, and a Wedding
Chapter 24: The Ribbon
"I win!" Amy grabbed the cards in the center of the table and put them in here deck.
"Damn it! I almost beat you too," complained Zack.
"Sorry Zack, but you did almost beat me. If that Jack hadn't come up, you probably would have."
"Once again, Jack comes to the rescue," Jack blurted out.
"You're self-centered you know that?"
"I know. Just one more thing that makes Captain Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Well, I've been down here a long time. I had a few things I had to do before I go back to my ship, so therefore I must be leaving." The crew moaned in disappointment. "Sorry. I shall return sometime. Until then, finish all the rum!"
The crew cheered and gave a small toast in honor of Amy. Amy laughed and pushed Jack's hands off her lap. She got up off of him and started to walk through the crowd that had been around the table watching her play cards. She worked her way through the crew and made it into the hallway. She opened the door to Jack's cabin and looked inside. Amy saw the dress box sitting on his deck. She hoped it was in here because she couldn't exactly remember where she put it before. She walked over to the desk, opened the box, and pulled out the red ribbon she was wearing in her hair before. Amy tied it around her head, like a headband, and closed the box.
"I like yer hair like that." She spun herself around to see a certain smirking pirate standing in the doorway.
"I forgot to close the door."
"Like that would stop me. This is my own room."
"Oh yeah, forgot about that." Amy walked over to a small mirror above the dresser and gasped at what she saw.
"BLOODY HELL!"
"What?"
"This ribbon makes me look like a bloody ten-year-old!"
"But a very beautiful ten-year-old."
"I don't care! GET IT OFF ME!" Amy started to rummage through her hair until she finally untied the ribbon and put it back in the box. "I'm going to burn that ribbon when I get back to my ship."
"You do that, but maybe ye should keep yer hair like that for now."
"Why? So you can laugh at me?"
"So that Irish guy won't be able to recognize ye. And besides, I like it like that."
"True, but it makes me look like a little girl. Like one of those princess in those fairy tale stories. I look like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty or something. I hate it!"
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's just too girly for me. I can't stand it. But sadly, and regrettably, you're right. He wouldn't be able to recognize me. Stupid bloody ribbon." Amy sighed and put her hair back up into the childlike style. Jack walked up to his bed and leaned against the bedpost.
"There ye go. He defiantly won't be able to recognize you."
"Do you know how much strength I am using not to tear this thing off my head?"
"Yer using a lot."
"You bet I am." Jack started to laugh.
"You find this funny don't you?"
"Its just yer making all this fuss over that little ribbon in yer hair."
"Oh yeah? Well let's see how you would feel." Jack stopped laughing and realized that Amy was going to do something to him. She walked towards him and took his hat off and started to untie his red bandana. She put his hair back into a low ponytail and tied it with his bandana. She made him take off the coat and button up his shirt so that all of the buttons were buttoned.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?"
"Look in the mirror." Jack ran to his mirror and was shocked at what he looked like.
"I look like a…a…"
"I think you look like a little boy who's a wannabe pirate."
"A wannabe pirate? I am no bloody wannabe pirate."
"Then how about the knight in shining armor in one of those fairy tale things, but without the armor."
"Better. Still hate it." "Well at least you don't look like a princess. All I need is a crown and a big, fancy ball gown and I'm set. You get to be the big hero of the story while I wait for you to come and save me from the evil villain. You get to go kill people and fight and have these adventures while I'm stuck in a stupid little tower waiting for you because I have nothing else to do."
"Never thought of it like that." Amy stepped behind Jack so he could see her reflection in the mirror.
"I'm stuck locked in a tower and I'm acting like 'Oh no! Will anyone ever come save me? I'm too weak to fight for myself. I need someone else to do all the fighting for me. I'll just sit and cry in my room until someone comes. Oh woe is me!'" Amy made a very sarcastic faint and fell onto Jack's bed. "I'm going to die in this tower all alone! I have such a pitiful life! I just sit around all day while everyone waits on me hand and foot! I have such a difficult life! Whatever shall I do? Will my prince ever come and save me?" Amy made another sarcastic faint and fell back onto Jack's bed. Amy smiled at herself and looked up to see Jack's reaction.
"Don't worry, I shall save thee!" Jack yelled in the most heroic voice he could make. Amy was actually surprised that he went along with it and started to laugh.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm the knight, remember? I have to save ya. You're supposed to be up in a tower, remember? Ye can't see me." Amy shrugged and continued to laugh to herself.
"Oh hurry Prince Jack before they feed me to the dragon!" Jack took out his sword and started to pretend fight off the evil villain.
"Don't worry I shall kill the evil Harry and save ye!"
"Harry?"
"Why not? He's evil enough in real life. Besides, this is as close as I'm going to get to killin' him…for now." Amy laughed as she shook her head.
"Hurry my prince before I faint again! Oh no it's too late!" Amy fell once again back onto Jack's bed and kept one eye opened to watch Jack fight. He was swinging his sword everywhere he could. It was amazing that he didn't break anything.
"Watch out for that person behind you that I just happen to see even though my eyes are closed. Oh no!Another faint!"
"Thanks for the tip, princess!" Amy laughed louder when he called her princess. Jack gave one dramatic last swing with his sword and held his sword high up in the air. "I have killed the evil Harry! I am coming to get ye, my princess!"
"I shall be under a magic spell and will appear dead but I am not! You're the only one who can save me!Hurry my prince!" Amy shifted herself to the middle of the bed and crossed her arms on her chest and stayed perfectly still.
"What have they done to ye? The whole world is ending! I guess I no choice but to try and save ye even though you appear dead and there's almost no hope in savin' ye!" Jack tossed his sword aside and sat down next to Amy on the bed. He could see her smiling slightly trying to hold back her laughter. Jack grinned and slowly bent down to kiss Amy. He stopped just about an inch away from her face and waited to see her reaction. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and was waiting anxiously for him to kiss her. She opened her eyes to see what he was doing and saw his chocolate brown eyes less than an inch away from her.
"What are you doing?"
"Just toying with ya."
"That's not fair. I'm supposed to be dead."
"Anxious are we? You want me to kiss ye?"
"Well I…" Amy gulped as Jack moved slightly close so his nose was touching hers. She tried to think ofsomething to say, but she couldn't concentrate with Jack so close. Jack grabbed her hand and started tomessage it with his thumb. She couldn't take it any more and figured that Jack wasn't going to move unless she did something. She wrapped her arm around Jack's neck and made his lips clash onto hers. Jack was not fully expecting this reaction, but immediately went along with it anyway. He slid his tongue into her mouth and ran his fingers through her golden blonde hair. He slid another arm under her back and lifted her off the bed, only a few inches. Amy ran her hands all over Jack's back and pulled herself closer to him. Jack slowly pulled away from Amy and gave her a devilish smirk.
"I thought you were supposed to be dead," he whispered in her ear and gave her a light kiss on her neck.
"Almost dead. I'm only under a spell. There's a difference. Now back away so I can open my eyes and act surprised." Jack gave her one last kiss and gently let Amy back down on the bed and sat up. Amy's eyes fluttered opened and sat straight up.
"I'm awake! It's a miracle! Oh, look, it's my knight in shining armor come to take away from this dreadful place! My hero!" Amy threw herself into Jack's arm and nearly knocked him off the bed.
"And where shall we be heading to, princess?"
"Why back to my castle of course. We shall have a huge ball in honor of my returning and then we shall get married and live happily ever after!"
"Will there be rum?"
"Yes of course there will be rum! What kind of party is it without rum?" Jack picked Amy into his arms and lifted her off the bed.
"Well if there's rum, let's go!" Jack walked to the other side of the room and let Amy down.
"What a long journey! But you were so brave in saving my life! I am eternally in your debt! You're my hero, Prince Jack! What would I ever do without you?" Amy fainted and started to fall backwards but she knew that Jack would catch her, which he did.
"Ye really do a lot of faintin'."
"It's the best thing we princesses do, except for looking unnaturally perfect all the time. I know what will get my strength back. Rum!"
"Just what I was thinkin'. But the only way I can get the rum is if ye get off me."
"I have no strength, for I am a princess who can do nothing on her own. I need someone to carry me."
"Yer making this difficult, aren't ye?"
"Yes I am, and I'm having fun doing it."
"And just why should I carry ye?"
"Because I am a princess and without me there would be no honeymoon." As soon as he heard the word 'honeymoon', he had Amy in his arms and walked over to his rum cabinet.
"Thought that might get your attention." Jack handed Amy the key to the cabinet and opened the door. She grabbed two bottles and closed the cabinet. He walked over to his bed, with Amy still in his arms, and sat down not so gracefully making Amy squeal. She sat on his lap, much like she did earlier that day, and handed Jack one bottle as she opened her own.
"To this bloody ribbon for which without it would we not be drinking this rum right now and I wouldn't looklike Cinderella!"
"To the bloody ribbon!" They clanged their bottles together as a toast and both nearly drank a fourth of the bottle down.
"This is turning out to be a wonderful ball. If only I had my vodka…" Amy trailed off and took another drink.
"If this is what livin' like royalty is like, I wouldn't mind becoming king." Jack took another good long swig of rum.
"Neither would I, except I would become queen."
"This is the best ball I've ever been to."
"It's the only one you've ever been to."
"So, that's besides the point." Both of them laughed and continued drinking rum. Amy took the bottle away from her mouth and looked at Jack. For the first time she really noticed that he had little trinkets in his hair.
"Whoa…you like have…beads in your hair." Amy curiously touched the beads and started playing around with them.
"Ye just now noticed that?"
"I saw them before, I guess my brain didn't get the full connection that they were there. Plus I've had like four or five bottles of rum, or something like that. I'm kind of out of it."
"Apparently." Amy continued to look at the beads in total awe but then went back to drinking her rum.
"Jack, there was something I never told you." Amy let go of the stand of hair she was playing with and looked at Jack.
"What?"
"You remember on the day of Sarah's wedding how I went there so early and you wondered why?"
"And ye wouldn't tell me the real reason why you went over there."
"Well, the real reason was so I could get drunk." Jack looked at Amy with a puzzled look on his face trying to understand what she just said.
"What?"
"A while back, we promised that on each others wedding days that before our wedding we would get drunk. Well not really drunk, just 'happy'. We would like to remember what happens. Just kind of a little ritual to symbolize that you're getting married, you know? Like one last fun thing to do before you tie the knot. I had to go there early, so Sarah and me would be fully recovered for the wedding in time."
"So ye went to her house early to get drunk?"
"That about sums it up." Jack started laughing to himself and drank more of his rum.
"Sounds like something' I would do. Why did ya decide to tell me this now?"
"Seemed as good a time as any. Thought you might like to know the truth." Jack started laughing again and soon Amy joined in to. Jack went back to drinking his rum as Amy sighed and fell backwards onto the pillows.
"I'm bored now."
"Well I know something we could do…" Jack said seductively. Amy quickly sat up and put her finger up in the air.
"I'VE GOT IT! Jack, I'm going to teach you how to dance!"
"What?" "I'm going to teach you how to dance. We're supposed to be at a ball, remember? You got your rum. I want my dancing."
"Captain Jack Sparrow doesn't dance."
"Maybe so, but right not you aren't Jack Sparrow. You are Prince Jack Cortez, the heir to the throne of Spain, master swordfighter, and owner of all pubs in Madrid."
"Prince Jack Cortez? Has a nice ring to it. And who are ye, may I ask?"
"I am Princess Amy Buffay, the fairest princess out there, the next queen of France, master of all dances and card games, and um…"
"Owner of the finest wine vineyard in France!"
"Actually I prefer champagne."
"Well champagne it is then."
"Now come on Jack, sorry Prince Jack. I am determined to teach you how to dance." Amy put her rum down on the bed and grabbed Jack's hand and pulled him off the bed. Amy took one of Jack's arms and placed it on her hip and held her hand with the other.
"Now this hand goes here and stays here. Got it? I'll have my hand on your shoulder the whole time. Savvy so far?"
"I think I can manage from here."
"You want to try by yourself? Ok…if I fall over and get a concussion, I'm going to kill you when I wake up."
"You won't be falling over, I'll make sure of that." Jack's grip on Amy's hip tighten as they started dancing. Jack was waltzing around the room with Amy and he was dancing…well, perfectly. His footing was exact and actually graceful, mostly. He never stepped on Amy's foot once and surprisingly kept his hand where Amy put it. They waltzed around the room for a few minutes, never taking their eyes off each other. Amy just stared into his dark brown as he was leading the waltz. Jack put a smirk on his face when he suddenly dipped Amy and held her there for a few seconds.
"I knew you could dance."
"What gives ye that idea?" Jack pulled her up from the dip and continued dancing.
"When you dipped me this morning and twirled me around. That was too good for a beginner. Where did you learn how to dance like that?"
"From me mum. Only thing I ever learned from her."
"I learned from my father. Sometimes we had to go to some fancy parties because he had some friend that were upper class and he wanted me to make sure I could dance. Plus I always begged him to teach me to dance because I found it so interesting. And then Sarah taught me how to salsa…"
"Ye can salsa?"
"Yes and I'm not going to show you. I either have to be drunk, in a pub, with Sarah, or all three. As of right now none of those conditions apply. Besides, there's no music. I would look like a total idiot."
"It's only me. Come on, let's see it."
"Sorry. At another time, in another place, I might. But right now, no." Jack sighed and spun Amy outwards. He loved how her dress fanned out while she was spinning.
"You're good at that." He spun Amy back into his arms, watching her dress fan out again.
"I know." Amy smiled and slowly leaned to kiss him but heard someone walking towards the door.
"Jack?" It was Gibbs. Jack quickly let go of Amy as she did to Jack just as he came walking through the door.
"Jack do you know…what happened to ye?" Gibbs asked staring at the way Jack was dressed.
"Amy did it!" He quickly pointed a finger at Amy and she shooed it off.
"Amy, what did ye do to Jack?" Gibbs asked.
"He said that with my hair like this I look like a little girl!" she fought back.
"Ye said that first!" Jack argued.
"Yes but then you laughed at me!"
"Only cause ye making such a big deal about how ye looked like a little girl! You were dyin' to get that ribbon out of your hair!"
"And I still am!" Both of them could hear soft laughing coming from the background. They both knew that it wasn't coming from either of them and looked at Gibbs. He was smiling.
"What? Do you find our fighting entertaining or something?" Amy asked Gibbs annoyed.
"No Amy, it's not that. It just reminds me of the first time the two of ye met."
"WHAT!" they both yelled in unison.
"You mean we've met before?" asked Amy.
"Of course. Don't ye remember? Ye were about sixteen and we were switching ships onto the Nighthawk. Ye were taking Jack's place as a crewmember. Jack started teasing ya about how blonde yer hair was and ye were calling him a drunken pirate. They way ya two look like now is how ye looked like back then. I can't believe you two didn't remember that." Jack and Amy looked at each other in disbelief until Amy pointed her finger right in Jack's face and gasped.
"YOU WERE THAT BOY THAT KEPT CALLING ME GOLDILOCKS!"
"What?"
"Yes that was you! I remember now! You kept flirting with me! You kept trying to put your arm around my waist, my neck, played with my hair, called me names, you even tried to grab my ass a few times!"
"Were ye that girl who every time I tried to do something to you slapped me?"
"Yes!" "That was ye! You kept calling me a crazed drunken pirate who would never amount to anything!"
"Only because you called me Goldilocks! You never left me alone! Every time I walked out onto the deck, you were there! You stalked me!"
"I didn't stalk ye! I just happened to be at the same place as you a lot. Besides ye were the one stalking me!"
"What? I would never have stooped so low to stalking!"
"Every time I walked around a corner ye were there and started yellin' at me. Ye were the one that always started the fights! I would just be standin' there, minding my own business, and then all of the sudden ye would come up to me and start yelling!"
"That's not true! I would have left you alone if you left me alone! You always tugged my hair, called me names, or put your arm around my waist first! It was all you!" Gibbs pushed the two farther apart to prevent them from killing each other and signaled for them to stop yelling.
"I can see I never should have brought this up. Just forget what happened. The past is in the past, focus on the present. Just forget that ye ever met," Gibbs said trying to calm them down. Amy turned to Jack with a smile on her face.
"Hello. My name is Amy. What's yours?"
"Why me name is Jack. Have we met before?"
"Don't believe we have."
"You two are hopeless," Gibbs said.
"Why thank you!" they both said in unison. Gibbs rolled his eyes back and walked out the door closing it behind him.
"Well…that was interesting," Jack said.
"Yes it was. Come to think of it, with my hair like this I kind of do look like myself when I was sixteen."
"Ye do."
"Do you remember how I looked when I was sixteen?"
"Sort of. Ye were sort of cute."
"So you did like me back then?"
"I might of."
"I thought you were cute…" Jack smiled. "…but annoying." Jack wiped the smile off his face.
"Fine then…Goldilocks."
"Jack, call me that again and die. I don't feel like fighting right now. I'm going back to my rum." Amy walked away from Jack yawning and sat back down on the bed. She grabbed her bottle of rum and started drinking it.
"Are ye alright?"
"Jack I'm fine. I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"Good. I thought I did something wrong."
"Oh no. The rum is probably getting to me is all. Sometimes it makes me sleepy. It's not you. Just never call me Goldilocks again." Jack grabbed his bottle of rum and sat down next to Amy. Almost instantly, Amy's head found her way to his shoulder and leaned against it. Jack smiled and wrapped one arm around her and gently rubbed her arm with his hand. He could hear Amy yawn and take a small sip of rum.
"Amy?"
"What?" she murmured back. She was falling asleep fast.
"Nothing…Goldilocks."
"Don't call me that," she tried to yell at him but it came out as a loud whisper.
"I won't…Cinderella."
"At least it's better than Goldilocks." Jack laughed quietly and looked at Amy. Her wavy blonde hair was framing her face and her eyes were shut. She was right. The ribbon really did make her look like a little girl. She could pass for a sixteen-year-old easily. He gently took away the bottle of rum that was in her hands and placed it on the nightstand. He slid his arm under her legs and put one behind her back and picked her up. Instantly, she snuggled against Jack's chest and placed her hand on his shoulder. Jack froze for a second to admire Amy but then focused back on what he was doing. He placed her in the middle of the bed and brushed the hair off of her face. He took his own hair out of the ponytail that Amy put it in and wrapped the bandana around his head like it used to be. Amy let out a small moan and curled her feet into a lose ball. Jack smiled at this and kissed her on the forehead and walked away. He almost made it to the door when he heard her say something.
"Jack…stay…please."
"Of course, luv." He quietly walked back to the bed and sat down as he leaned against the headboard. Amy rested her head on top of his chest and placed one hand near his face. She then wrapped one leg around his and clutched on to his shirt. Jack smiled as he placed one arm around her back and pulled her a little closer to him.
"Night Amy."
"Night…Prince Jack."
Yes. So this chapter has always been sort of out there. I still love it though. Well, I think it's cute. I updated because I was bored, even though I should bee studying for exams. I can't believe my freshman year ends Friday. It just came and went. Oh well. I still have 3 more years of high school to look forward too! Thanks for all the reviews! Ta!