Revenge of the Bleeding Heart

Disclaimer: I only own anything you don't recognize from "Pirates of the Caribbean". This is the sequel to "A Halloween Wish", so suggest you read that first...or you won't understand this.

A/N: I just wanted to clear something up, savvy? Hehee. The thing is, I know that some people don't change much over six years, but Morgan did. Remember, she WAS Natalie O'Connell and was clean cut all the time...even when she lived on the Pearl with Jack. Now, she's Morgan Kelly, is a pirate Captain and isn't always looking her best.

Anyway, I finally got Jack to stay away from the stove. He almost burned down the house! What a total...*hears a crash*...moron. I'll be back in a few minutes. Enjoy the chapter.

Jack-Sparrow-Lover: *walks into the basement* Jack, I thought I told you to stay away from the rum!

Jack: There's no rum down here!

Jack-Sparrow-Lover: Then what in God's name are you down here for?

Jack: Uh...rum?

Jack-Sparrow-Lover: *shakes head*

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Chapter 4~ The One That Got Away

Night had fallen before I even realized it. I must have slept most of the day in the brig. I didn't care anymore. I wanted to be back on my ship...with Chris. I had promised him a night and I ended up getting captured by my adversary. How stupid could I possibly be?

I stood at the bow of the Black Pearl, letting the cool air blow in my face and the wind control my hair movement. It felt nice to be on the sea...even though I was basically a hostage. "Why did I have to be so caught up in my revenge?"

"What revenge?" a feminine voice said from behind me. I whipped around and faced Anamaria. "What in hell's name do you want?" I asked.

"What did you mean by 'revenge'?" she asked again.

"None of your damn business!" I retorted as I walked past her and to the mast of the ship. I could still remember those stormy nights here. It felt like my home...but the sea was my home. "Will you just talk to me?" she pressed.

"What the hell do you want to know, bitch?" I yelled as I turned around and looked at her. This woman was pushing the envelope with me and I really didn't want to end up in a fight, for I was way too exhausted. "That was a good punch you landed on the blacksmith," she said with a smirk.

"Yeah, I guess it was, Ana," I almost whispered as I leaned against the mast, crossing my arms and lifting my chin up to feel the wind blow calmly.

"Well, Captain Jack wanted me to show you to your room and give ye some clothes to wear. I don't think ye want to look like a whore, do ye?" I laughed at her comment. Same old Anamaria...pain in ass. "Not really," I muttered, "But why would he give me my own room?"

"Hostage or not, you ARE the Captain of the Bleeding Heart and should be treated as such. Jack may be a bastard, but he's got a good heart." I just nodded and followed Anamaria to my room.

As I looked around the room, I felt my heart sink. It was my old room...well...Natalie O'Connell's room anyway. It was an ordinary wooden cabin, but the dresser, mirror, and connecting bathroom all made me recognize it. "Something wrong?" Anamaria asked.

"No...it's just...why would he give me such a room?" I was extremely confused. Why hadn't Jack just decided to keep my in the brig or make me sleep with the crew? "You're lucky lass, Captain Kelly," the woman said as she reached into the dresser and pulled out a pair of brown pants, a baggy white shirt, and some knee high black boots, "He should have made ye sleep downstairs with us...but he didn't."

"That was nice of him," replied as I took the clothes from Anamaria and placed them on the small bed in the corner. When I looked back at her, she was studying me. "What are you staring at? You and the crew have been doing that ALL day!"

"Captain Kelly, you-"

"Please Ana...call me Morgan. That's my name," I interrupted.

"Okay...Morgan...the truth is...you remind us of someone we once knew." I sat down on the dresser and let my feet swing back and forth. "Who?" I asked.

"Would ye look at that...ye do the same thing she used to."

"What?" I asked, confusion in my voice. What was Ana talking about now? "The way you're sitting, your walk, your speech...it's all so much like her."

"Ana, who the hell are ya talking about?"

"Nothing...I shouldn't tell ye," she said as she began to walk toward the door.

"WHO?" I yelled, "Shouldn't I know?" Anamaria immediately turned around and smiled at me. It was a genuine smile. "Ye should talk to Jack if ye want to know the truth. It's not my place to say."

"But-"

"Just get some rest, Morgan. Captain's gonna want ye up by sunrise."

"For what?"

"You're gonna be working with the crew tomorrow...and working aboard the Pearl is more difficult than working on your own ship. You're gonna need sleep," she replied as she walked out the door and shut it behind her.

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"Wake up," I heard someone whisper. I just groaned and rolled over to face the wall, keeping my eyes shut. "Love, get up!" the voice shouted. I rolled over and sat up to see Jack standing over the side of the bed. "What the hell do ya want?"

"Ye slept late! Ye were supposed at sunrise!"

"Do I give a shit?" Jack took a step back at my words and unsheathed his sword. I looked from the blade back to his face many times, wondering what he was going to do. "If you're going to kill me, please do so without delay," I said firmly, repeating it the same way Elizabeth had on the island. I felt a shot of pain throughout my body as Jack tore me away from the bed and shoved me against a wall. I could feel my eyes trembling as he stared into them, keeping his face within a few inches from my own. "You'd best stop doing that, love," he whispered huskily.

"Doing what? If you want me to wake up early from now on, I'll-"

"That's not what I'm talking about...and you know it!"

"Sparrow, get your grimy hands off me. I don't feel like being held against the wall of a cabin by a pirate like you, savvy?" I felt his grip loosen on me, but I then collided with the wall again. A slight scream escaped my lips, but I held back what I could. "That's MY word," he said firmly, "And NO ONE uses it but ME!" He then backed away slowly and threw a sword, daggers, and a gun to the floor. "I believe these are yours," he said calmly, "Be on deck in ten minutes."

With that, he ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him. What was I doing that made him so mad? I was just being myself. Why would that upset him? Oh well. "I better get dressed," I mumbled to myself as I pulled off my dress and threw on the white shirt. Funny thing was that it fit me perfectly. "Well, these pants won't fit," I muttered as I threw them on. I was shocked to realize how they outlined my curves. As I sat down on the bed and slipped on my boots, I realized who these clothes belonged to. They were MINE! Well...at least...they were Natalie O'Connell's.

I quickly stood up and strapped my daggers to my legs before tucking my pistol and sword under my belt. "ALL HANDS ON DECK!" I heard Jack shout. I quickly ran up a flight of stairs, but when I reached the deck, all eyes were on me. Their mouths all gaped as I walked slowly by them and took a seat on a crate. I suddenly saw Jack coming toward me, but I stayed where I was. There was no way I was going to move for his comfort. "I said ten minutes, Morgan...ye took eleven," he said firmly.

"Do I really care, Sparrow?" I asked, causing the entire crew to gasp. I don't think they had ever heard someone talk back to their captain. "Ye should care, love...unless ye want to walk the plank."

"Jack," I said as I stood up and walked around him in a slow circle, "Jack, Jack, Jack...you'd never make a lady walk the plank. It's not in your nature. You're a kind pirate." He abruptly grabbed my shoulders and made me face him. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"If you ever say that again...I swear to God I'll kill ya!" I pushed him away and raised my fists to my jaw level. "You wanna fight, you son-of-a- bitch? Then, BRING IT!" I yelled.

"I don't want to hit a lady like ye, so-"

"You're such a damn chicken! Are ye just afraid that I can win?" He was silent, so I turned away from him. "That's what I thought. The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow is afraid to fight Captain Morgan Kelly...a woman. What a loser!" I shouted to the crew. They didn't say a word. The only noise I could hear were their shallow breaths and the calm wind blowing. I listened to the sounds around me and heard a sword being drawn from its sheath. A smile crossed my lips as I whipped around with my sword out to cross my blade with Jack's. "Love, it's dangerous to cross blades with a pirate."

"But don't forget...I'm a pirate too!" I shouted as I took a swing at him. He blocked it and moved me slowly in a circle, our blades together. "Yes...you're a pirate...but not that strong with a sword," he stated as he pushed me up against the mast. I remembered this situation all too well. Jack and I had fought like this before. My bright blue eyes stared into his dark depths and an evil grin appeared on my face. "What ye so happy about, love?" he asked.

"Just...this!" I yelled as I smashed my forehead against his and forced him to jump back. He lifted a hand to his head and glared at me. I sliced my sword through the air a few times and then smirked. "What's wrong? Are you scared?" I asked.

"You're just not as womanly as I thought you'd be," he replied as he sheathed his sword and pointed his pistol at me, "Now drop your sword."

"Hell no!" I shouted back.

"Listen, love...ye either drop the sword...or take a walk," Jack stated as he walked toward me with the gun at my forehead level. I looked over his facial features and could easily see the anger that was rising within him. Normally, I would just tear his head off, but I was still extremely tired. I slowly sheathed my sword and let my arms fall to my sides. "You win this time, Jack-"

"CAPTAIN JACK! For the thousandth time...it's CAPTAIN to you!"

"Oh...I'm really scared," I said sarcastically, "Now if you'll excuse me...I'll be in the galley. I'm hungry."

"But-"

"Listen, Jack...stay outta my way!" I shouted as I stormed down the stairs silently. I could feel the looks of the crew on my back as I left, but I didn't give a crap anymore. Jack should have just left me in Tortuga...not taken me with him.

As I entered the galley, I took in the details of the room. It was fairly clean for a pirate's kitchen. The food was all in bowls or on plates, and there were many wooden cabinets. I knew what they were filled with...rum. There was a small window to let in the sunlight, but it was so dirty that you couldn't see out. "Same old galley," I muttered as I walked over to a counter and took an apple out of a bowl.

I sat down at the table and propped my feet up as the door swung open and Mr. Gibbs stepped in. "What up Joshamee?" I asked as I took a bite of the apple. God, it tasted so good. I hadn't eaten in practically a day, so I needed this. "Captain Kelly, ye should know better than to talk to Jack like that," he said calmly.

"Look here, Gibbs...Jack is just a pain in my ass and I don't need this kinda shit from him. He's disrespectful, touchy, loud, and-"

"And you're almost the same as him," Gibbs interrupted, "You have his attitude with her personality."

"Her who?" I asked. This was confusing me. Who was this "her"? I needed to know. "Who is this woman?"

"What woman?"

"Gibbs, you and the rest of the crew say I remind you guys of 'her'...who is she?" I watched as Joshamee pulled out a chair across from me and sat down, folding his hands on the table. "Do ye really want to know?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied sincerely.

"Alright then...I'll tell ye." I decided that I would remain quiet during this. It must have been a long story since he seemed unhappy to talk about it. "She was the one who got away, lass." Huh? I was utterly lost now. "She was the most beautiful lass that we pirates had ever laid our eyes upon. Long curly hair, bright blue eyes...which Jack always said reminded him of the sea, great fighter...pretty much everything a pirate wants out of a lass. Between us," he whispered, "Jack said she was also the best woman he'd ever had in bed."

Okay, now I was getting mad...but why was I getting mad? Jack and I were over. I was with Chris now. I just continued to listen to Mr. Gibbs. "Well, she was an absolute sweetheart...and the whole crew loved her. She could always make us laugh...even when we had lost in a battle. She would just turn everything around and make it into an ol' joke. God, we loved that lass..." Gibbs then trialed off and a dazed look came to his face. "And?" I asked.

"Woo...sorry about that. I sort of...as she always said 'zoned out'." Wait! What kind of person from the seventeenth century said "zoned out"? That was a word from the 21st century! I just let Gibbs continue with his story. "Anyway, one night we were in Tortuga...and...well...I never saw her again. Jack just ran back to the ship early and said to weigh anchor. Come to find out-"

"What are ye tellin' her Gibbs?" a voice said from the doorway. Both of our heads turned in that direction and saw Jack standing there with his arms crossed. He looked furious. "Hi, Jack," I said quietly.

"Gibbs, what are ye telling Morgan?" he asked, completely ignoring me.

"Well...I...I was informing her about Na-"

"NEVER MENTION HER NAME!" Jack shouted, "THAT'S BEEN THE RULE FOR SIX YEARS! YE ARE NEVER SUPPOSED TO SPEAK OF HER!" I had by no means ever seen Jack this mad before. It was like he was losing all of his control...and it was actually terrifying. "I apologize, Captain," Gibbs said to Jack, "I'll just be back to work." I watched Joshamee walk past Jack and then looked around the galley, pretending that I wasn't there. "What did Gibbs tell ye?" I heard Jack ask.

"Nothing," I muttered as I stood up and made to walk out the door. I stopped dead when I felt Jack's rough hands grab onto my arms. "Tell me the truth!" he ordered.

"Keep your hands off me!" I shouted as I pushed away from him and walked out the door. I walked all the way up the stairs, but I felt strong arms encircle my waist and pull me backwards. My body fell through the air and I then landed on top of something softer than the floor but hard at the same time. When I turned my head, I saw that I was lying atop Jack Sparrow! Eww! Gross! I immediately tried to maneuver from his grasp, but no avail. He had my waist securely pulled against him. "Release me!" I yelled.

"Love, ye have to tell me the truth before I let ye go, savvy?" My body then relaxed against Jack's and I had a good plan. I pressed my back further against him and felt him groan. Perfect timing! I immediately elbowed him in the side and jumped up from the ground. When I turned back, I saw him stand up and glare at me. I was in deep shit.