Author's note: I do not own Pirate's of the Carribean but I do own the movie. :) O.K. First story EVER. Please do not be mean. I'm basing this loosely off of someone's life I know. :) -ish. O.K so here goes. I really hope someone reads this... Oh yeah. Italics are thoughts.
STORY:
He looked at her lying there so helpless and crumpled and whispered one last time, "I love you."
Seventy years earlier
Jack walked down the dock to his boat cursing herself for ever leaving Paris. Stupid slut. I knew once I slept with you, you would want me to stay and 'settle down' , "Well, you were bloody wrong now weren't ya!"
Jenna sat there on the bed thinking of last nights events feeling used. I can't believe he just stormed of like that. All I asked was if he liked kids. I guess I was in a round about way was asking him to stay. Oh, well there are sexier fish in the sea.
Jack got off his ship in Tortuga feeling very angry and in much need of some rum. He walked into the nearest tavern, ordered a rum, and took a seat. There was a large crash and everyone's attention turned to a corner of the bar. A young girl in her late twenties was throwing chairs at a man while screaming her head off.
"How could you," she screamed, "I freakin' trusted ye." She threw one more chair before running out of the bar. Jack turned his attention back to his much needed drink completely forgetting about the 'show'.
Jack, just on the verge of being drunk, left the bar and made his way down to the shore. There he sat on a rather large rock and gazed of into the ocean. He had barely dozed off only to be awoken by the soft moans off someone crying. He looked on the sand below him directly in front of the rock and there, was the same girl who was throwing the fit in the bar. He could see her but she couldn't see him.
Jack didn't know what to do. He could continue spying or he could make his presence known. He contemplated his options. He then snuck off the rock the back way then walked (stumbled) around to the front of the rather large rock. He walked over to the girl and sat down next to her.
"Are ye here jus' ta make fun o' me ta?" The girl snapped spitefully.
"No, actually luv, I jus' wanted ta let ya kno' tha' ya woke me up wit' yo' carrying on." Jack slurred back.
"Oh, well then I apologize. And now I must be leaving." She stood up and started to walk off. Wow he is amazingly fine. I almost wish I hadn't just promised myself no more guys for six months.
"Wait luv!" Jack said as he stumbled after her, "I don't know wha-!" Jack yelled as he tripped on a rather small pebble a fell down. The girl ran back to him not wanting him to 'die alone'.
"Are ya okay?" She asked Jack with a hint of playful drama in her voice.
"I don't know if I'll make it luv." Jack cried out in a very histrionic voice. "I might just get to see Davey Jones yet tonight."
"Don't talk like that my prince!" the girl added, playing along, "is there anythin' I can do fo' ya to make dyin' easier?"
"Well," Jack said sitting up, 'miraculously' healed, "I kiss from a lovely thing as yo'self could make it a whole lo' better." This earned him a light slap on his arm and a mind-blowing kiss. As, she pulled away, embarrassed, Jack lay there speechless. "Thanks, I guess I won't be dying anytime soon. So, how about I buy you a drink and we contemplate the far reaches of the solar system?"
The girl giggled and replied, "Yeah, I would like that. Except could we possibly not go to that same bar?"
"Certainly, Luv. 'Prince' huh?"
