Daddy's little Girl
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Jack tried to gain Iris's trust, but the reputation he'd gained wouldn't allow her to trust him completely. Ana tried to tell her that Jack wouldn't hurt ladies, but that still didn't calm her.
"What be yer problem?" Jack nearly yelled at her. "Anamaria told you to trust me, do you not trust her." As predicted, she stayed as silent as the dead. "Anamaria, do you mind?"
"Alright Cap'n." Ana went over to Iris and asked why she was running. Iris whispered to her that it was because her family didn't want her. But she didn't say why. "She says it's because she pissed her family off, and they didn't want her around. She ran off and didn't 'tend on going back. She said that she didn't know for sure if they were even after her, but 'tis far better to be safe than sorry."
"So she be runnin' from sometin' not after her?" Jack almost burst out laughing at how stupid that sounded. Ana shot him a glare that told him not to laugh at her, so he didn't. Iris sat on the infirmary bed quietly. "Right then. What to do with this 'runaway'?"
"Your the Cap'n." Ana told him smartly. "You decide. We either feed her to the sharks, or not. Which'll l it be?" Jack remained silent, looking at Iris as if he was trying to find a reason for her to stay.
"Tell me girl, can you cook?" Iris shook her head. "clean?" she shook her head again. Her maids all did that work, no matter how badly she wanted to learn as a child, she was never allowed to. "Anything?" the entire match-maker episode flashed before her eyes, causing her to shake her head. "Hmm. What use is a woman who can't do anything?"
"Jack, I think she's hidin' somethin'." Ana told him. "If she couldn't do anything, she'd never have survived in a port-city."
"Ana has a point." Gibbs added. "Ye of all people know how a port city is."
"Jack, leave the girl alone." Ana told him. "She looks skinny as a rail, have you had anything to eat recently lass?" Iris shook her head. "C'mon then. I be gettin' you an apple."
Ana acted like a friend to Iris. Jack watched them until he decided to go to the rec room and play chess with one of the others. Iris stood on deck while eating her apple. It was dark, and the moon glistened on the silk-like water. It felt good to have slept and food in her belly. Running away from the mansion may have not been the best idea she ever had; but it was an idea none the less. She looked in the water, and subconsciously lifted her hand and threw the apple in; half eaten; and making ripples in the water.
"Don't be waisten' me fruit." a voice came from behind her. She jumped and saw Jack standing there with his arms crossed. "You have a disagreement with the water?" Iris shook her head quickly. "Do ye still not trust me?" Iris didn't move. She herself was not sure if she trusted him or not. She opened her mouth to say something, but remained silent. "Iris was it?" she nodded. "are you always so silent?" She shook her head. "Then say somethin'."
"I thank you for saving my life." Iris spoke up, Jack didn't quite expect her to have such a strong voice.
"My pleasure love." He told her smartly. "You say you be runnin' from your family. You don't know if there after you, and you didn't say why your runnin'. Care to say why?"
"Not really." She answered dully. She kept answering Jack's questions as he asked them. When he asked about the family she was running away from, she only told him the half-truth. "I've got six sisters."
"Six? Damn!" Jack exclaimed, he never heard of a family of six girls. Iris nodded.
"All of them older than me. We were all named after flowers." Jack asked what she meant, and she told him. "My name is Iris, the sister closest to my age is Lily, Petunia,Rose, Daisy, Poppy,Daffodil, and Cherry."
"Must be hard to remember which is which." Iris nodded.
"It is. Cherry is engaged to be married.In three months, I think. Or maybe that's Rose. Which ever is wearing the wedding dress I suppose." Jack snickered at her inability to remember which of her sisters was to be married. Papa always said I was his secret favorite, because I was the last one he ever had. He never told mother, or my sisters that he liked me the most."
"Then why would he let them chase you out of the house?"
"He didn't exactly..let them. He'd gotten sick two years ago and died. If he was still around, I would probably still be at home." Jack couldn't tell you exactly when he'd earned her trust if you asked him, because he himself was not sure. She began to walk along the deck with her hand on the railing. "It must be fun Captain Sparrow. Never having any respectabilities to anyone but yourself."
"Tis." Jack replied. Iris climbed onto the rail and began to walk. " careful love. You be swimmin' with the sharks if we was to turn."
"I'll keep that in mind captain." Iris replied grinning. "Until then I shall enjoy myself. Tell me sir, are the stories father told me before he died true?"
"I don't know what he told ye." Her mood changed, she was not that moody, shy girl they had met before, Jack had earned her trust.
"Papa told me that the famous Jack Sparrow acted as if he was a bad pirate, but in the end, turned out to be one of the best. He told me of adventures at sea, of how you nearly got your arm bitten off by a shark. Tell me Mr. Sparrow. Is that true?"
"Ah, the shark fiasco." Jack started as if it was true. "Sadly love, I haven't been fool enough to fight with a shark."
"What about when you sailed the Black Pearl out of a hurricane and..and.." He shook his head.
"Sorry love." Iris stood on the railing, a bit disappointed that her father had told her stories of Jack Sparrow that weren't true.
"So, none of them?" Jack shook his head.
"Nope. But I can tell ye a story that is 100 percent true." Iris nodded while hopping off the railing. "Right love. This is the story of how I stole me ship back from Barbossa after he marooned me on a god-forsaken island with no more than a pistol and 1 shot..." Jack told her the story. He told her of how he met Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann, he noted that they may have gotten married. Iris listened captivity, Jack's words held her, they painted pictures in her head as she heard of the curse of the Aztec gold, how Barbossa was cursed so that he couldn't die, and by the time he'd gotten to the end, she was barely able to keep her eyes open. "Bored with me story love?"
"oh, no. I'm sorry. That was how my father got me to sleep, and it was a force of habit. Your story was amazing. It sure beats those shark stories my dad told me."
"Aye. I be glad your papa knows of the great Jack Sparrow."
"My sisters didn't like the stories much. They'd say that Jack Sparrow belonged in the gallows, Papa said I was different because I loved the stories. I memorized them all, perhaps that was what drove me to run off in the first place." Jack tossed her another apple, a red one. The one she had before was green.
