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A Bet, Some Rum, and a Wedding
Chapter 26: The Letters
Amy,
I'm terribly sorry for what happened. I'm still not sure on what happened between you and Jackbut I know it was horrible. He threw a fit when he came back to the ship. Never seen him that mad before. I hope you didn't go and get yourself drunk. Rum cannot solve all your problems you. But Jack thinks otherwise. Stick with Kyle, he'll help you. Just don't do anything you might regret. I want to make sure you are all right. Sorry I didn't say goodbye. Jack forced us to leave at dawn. Which was pretty stupid considering a good part of the crew had hangovers from that card game you started. We all hope you are all right. Don't get yourself into trouble. I still worry about you.
Gibbs
Dear Gibbs,
Thank you for being so concerned about me. I did get drunk the day after Jack left, but Kyle took me home and cared for me. I have never been more drunk in my life, except maybe for that one time in Tortuga. I don't know what I would do without him. I have had only my usual amounts of rum and do not planning on getting drunk again. Do not worry about me. I will be fine. And even if I do decide to do something stupid, Kyle will be able to stop me. I forgive you for not coming to say goodbye, I understand. I hold nothing against you. Jack can be very stubborn at times. I have decided to stay in Tortuga for a while longer and then sail back to Port Smith. I hope to become a singer there. I do miss singing. I do not wish to talk about what happened between Jack and me. I don't feel comfortable talking about it right now. I will tell you someday, but not now. Tell the crew I say hello and hope to see them again someday. Make sure Duncan and Zack keep practicing Egyptian Rats Crew. I want to see how good they can get.
Sincerely,
Amy
Amy,
You don't have to talk about what happened. I understand. You can tell me when you're
ready, when you want to. The crew says hello. We haven't had much time do to anything lately. Jack has been working us like dogs. He also has banned all cards. The crew hasn't had a good time since you were here. We all hope you can come back some day. Don't let Jack stop you. That's great about you becoming a singer! You did love to sing. Do something fun for yourself. Talk to Tom, he can probably get you a job. Maybe the crew and I can come see you perform some time. The crew would love that. Jack is making us go back to work. I worry about him sometimes. He's not acting like himself.
Gibbs
Dear Gibbs,
I would love for the crew to come down and see me sing sometime! Of course they already have, but this way they could see me when I'm really singing instead of being drunk. I am leaving for Port Smith tomorrow. I have contacted Tom and he said that the pub he works at would hire me. I can start as soon as I want to. I can't believe it's already been over a month since I last saw you all. It seems like just yesterday I was drinking rum and playing cards with all you guys. Things have changed so quickly. I do miss you terribly, along with the rest of the crew. We became fast friends. Make sure Jack doesn't work you too much. I would like to see you all in one piece! Don't let him get into trouble either. I wouldn't want him to get hurt. And make sure he has his rum. Rum always makes him feel better. I hope to see you all soon.
Sincerely,
Amy
Amy,
Congrats on getting the job. The crew would love to go see you sometime. As matter of fact, I think Jack is planning to swing by Port Smith to gather up supplies. We could run by one night and watch you perform. We would be getting in a few weeks after you would arrive to Port Smith. Things have changed a lot. By the time we would see you again it would be three months since all of this happened. Jack hasn't acted like himself ever since we left Tortuga. He never goes into pubs any more unless we drag him along and when we do he sits in a corner by himself not talking to anyone. There's something wrong with him. He won't talk to anyone about it. Every night he just goes in his room and drinks himself to sleep. That boy is troubled.
Gibbs
Dear Gibbs,
I have made it to Port Smith safely. I've been here for about a while now. I decided to wait a while to start my new job here because it just seemed to soon. But now I feel settled in. I start my new job in a few days. I am looking forward to singing again, although I do have to dress up. I hate doing that, unless it's for a special occasion. I have to wear a dress and fix my hair. But I get to sing, and the pay isn't that bad either. I'm only going to do this for a few weeks and then quit. That's the deal we've made. I don't know if I would be able to stand
doing this for a long time. I can't wait to see you all again! It's been almost three months already. I would like to drink rum with someone else besides me for a change. Have someone to talk to. Don't let Jack wear you out. He'll loosen up sometime. I hope he doesn't kill himself. See you guys in two weeks!
Yours Truly,
Amy
Amy finished writing the letter and sealed it in an envelope. It was late at night and was going to send it off tomorrow. She couldn't wait to see the crew and Gibbs again. Nearly three months had passed since she last saw them and she missed them terribly. She had thought of them everyday. But of course, she realized, if the crew would be coming, so would Jack. She didn't know if she wanted to talk to him or not. She wasn't even sure she could stand to look in his face. More importantly, what to say. She never really got over him. She still loved him. She loved him as much as the day they first met.
"But he didn't love me. And even if he did, he should have gone after me. It's too late now. The past is in the past and I can't change that. Jack never loved me like I loved him. And he never will. I have to accept that. Look at me; I have to stop thinking about him. I've done that for the past three months. The worst three months of my life. If I'm going to get over him I have do think about something else. I'll read a book. I haven't done that in a while." She placed the sealed envelope in the center for her desk. She pushed her chair out from the desk and walked over towards the bookshelf. She pulled out one of her favorite books and heard something hit the floor. She looked down at the floor and saw an envelope. She carefully picked it up flipped it over to see who it was addressed to. In the center in fairly neat handwriting was written Amy.
"Interesting." She walked over to her bed, never taking eyes off the letter, and snuggled herself in some pillows. She tossed the book next to her and quickly opened the letter and started reading.
Dear Amy,
You can be kind of funny when you're drunk. I don't care how much you say you weren't drunk, you were. Trust me, I've seen drunk and you were drunk. Almost as bad as me, and once again that is not a compliment. Looked like you were having fun dancing though. I'm not sure it was completely Duncan's idea. Maybe next time I could watch. I'd hate to be you in the morning. You're going to have a killer hangover. Terribly sorry. I found this in a shop one day while you were out with Sarah. Hope you like it. Thought it suited you. It's kind of like a thank you present. I'm not exactly sure what I'm thankful for, but I'll think of it someday. All the same, just accept it. An act of kindness from Jack Sparrow. See I actually can be a nice person if you would just give me a chance. Now…about this Harry guy, I don't like him. I think he's trouble. I don't trust him. Do you really have to talk to him? I bet I'm ten times more interesting than he is. Think about it. I don't want you to get hurt. Remember I'll always be here. Or if not, in the pub drinking rum. You can always come to me. Someone is coming,
have to stop writing.
Captain Jack Sparrow
I lo-
There were scribbles after that so she couldn't read what he wrote at the end. He actually sounded like he cared about her. Like he didn't want her to get hurt. He might have actually cared about her.
"But what was he talking about with the thank you gift?" Amy looked inside the envelope and dumped out a necklace onto the bed. She grabbed two sides of the chain and held it up in the air to get a better look at it. The necklace was made out of a thin, silver chain with a clasp in the back. In the center was a pendent in the shape of a star made of a very deep purple stone, most likely amethyst. It was simple, yet still looked beautiful. She loved the necklace right away. It fitted her personality perfectly. The stone was colored purple, her favorite color, and in the shape of a star, that reminded her of her father. Attached to the chain was a small note.
- To my shining star, who brings me light.
Amy quickly hopped off the bed and walked in front of her mirror and clasped the necklace behind her necklace. The necklace was very pretty and it did look very good on her.
"This must have been what he was getting that one day me and Sarah saw him in Tortuga. I had forgotten all about that." Amy walked back over to her bed and reread the letter."It sounded like he actually cared about me, at least a little. Why does he hate Harry so much? And what was he writing at the bottom? What words started with 'lo'?" Amy gasped. She realized that the word 'love' started with 'lo'. Had he really loved her?
"Oh my god…was he going to write love? Did he love me? No, he couldn't. Pirates don't fall in love, especially Jack Sparrow. Well…that would explain Harry though. That could be why he always hated him, he was jealous. He was jealous of him that I spent time with him and was so close to him. Or maybe he really just didn't like him for no reason at all. Didn't like the way he acted or something. He couldn't have loved me. But then again if he did…oh my god. What have I done?" Amy could feel tears starting to run down her face. He saw them kissing. If he really had loved her, that would be like a stab through the heart for him. And after that, she said all those things about him. He saw his love kissing someone else. What had she put him through? That's way he was so angry. And it was all her fault. It was her fault that Jack left her. It was her fault that Harry kissed her. It was her fault that she lost the love of her life and made her life miserable.
"It was all my fault." She grabbed a pillow and lay down on top of her bed curled up into a ball and clutched the necklace that Jack gave her. She began to cry.
"Jack…" It was all her fault.
So there's a nice short chapter for ya. Note that it has been 3 months since the last chapter. The next chapter will be a regular one. Today is Johnny Depp's birthday, so happy 43rd birthday to him! And today is also two of my friend's birthdays, the Becker Twins, so happy birthday to them! I've noticed that the number of reviews is starting to slack. You guys were so good! If the number of reviews picked up I would be very happy and might update faster. Anyway, hope you're having a great summer and thanks for the reviews! Ta!