Hiding the truth
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Iris slept in Jack's room.
"I'm your friend and all." Anamaria had told her. "But my room is my room. I trust Jack won't grope ye." Iris was unsure about sharing a room with Jack, but she was not one to argue. Jack had a mirror in his room on his desk. A small one, but a mirror none the less. When he walked into the room, he saw her sitting at his desk, looking at it intensely.
"A bit egotistical aren't ye?" Jack's voice caused her to jump and nearly fall out of his chair. "Fascinated with ye own face?" Iris gave him an apologetic smile, and moved a strand of black hair out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She told him softly.
"Ain't nothin' to be sorry 'bout." Jack told her as he unwrapped his bandanna and sat it on the end table. "Anamaria condemn you into my room didn't she?" Iris nodded.
While Jack slept, Iris starred out the big window he had on her side of the bed. Jack had drunken rum before bed; so he slept like a rock.
Iris watched as the moon stayed in place, no matter how much the ship moved. She closed her eyes and began to think. She had run from her family because they didn't see that she wasn't like her sisters. She didn't take bridal duties seriously, and she hated how they would have only gone on loving her if she'd impressed the match maker.
What if the match-maker had been impressed, but paired her up with a man she didn't love? Like a commodore? She would have to live life as if she was not Iris Du Beau. The real Iris. The Iris that loved stories about pirates, mostly the ones about Jack Sparrow that her father told her. The Iris that loved to walk on the railing of Jack's ship, knowing very well that she couldn't swim.
She could picture how life would be married to a commodore.
Boring.
She would be following her husband around like a stray puppy. Wearing tight gowns, corsets, and everything else. Never being able to help with anything. Never being able to learn to do the things she's always wanted to know how to do, never being able to let on that her father taught her how to play chess.
She felt a subconscious arm drape over her body. It was Jack's. She wasn't afraid he would wake up because he was so heavily intoxicated with the rum, that even the worst storm from hell wouldn't be able to wake him up.
That's when it was decided. She wasn't going to ever tell them she was a countess's daughter. She would lie through her teeth, telling either complete lies, or the half-truth. She turned and saw Jack sleeping like a child, deep in sleep; he was mumbling things from his dream. She couldn't decide the words, but she closed her eyes and tried to fall into some kind of sleep. Wether it be good or bad.
She sat with her father in his hospital room. She'd been with him every day since he got sick and had to be hospitalized. Petunia was getting ready to visit the match-maker, and she wasn't even thinking of the things she was to be learning. Her father looked so weak. He needed either Iris, or a nurse for one thing or another. He wasn't so weak when he was first hospitalized. He was able to sit up and teach Iris to play chess, but that passed, he couldn't even sit up.Iris would talk to him without waiting for a response, she didn't even know if he was listening or not.
That's when she started reciting a Jack Sparrow story. A smile spread on her father's lips as he weakly began talking.
"I met that Sparrow boy." he wasn't telling the truth, but it put a smile on his youngest daughter's face. "Good kid. He'd like you."
"What are you talking about papa? Jack Sparrow is a man of adventures." Her father nodded, his voice hoarse.
"True. But your not just a countess's daughter, your not like the others. Your spunky."
Just as he finished the word Spunky, he grabbed her hand and told her that he loved her. After that, his hand froze. It was like ice, and he was dead.
"Daddy...Daddy no!" She cried.
Jack sat up in bed, seeing Iris crying, he instantly shook her awake. She opened her eyes and quickly got up. After she realized that she'd been crying, she apologized for waking him.
"You didn't wake me." He told her, reaching for a shirt and putting it on. "Bad dream?"
"Yes. I dreamt of the last day I had with my Papa." Jack gave her a quick pat on the back and started out. He didn't say anything, just left. Iris sat on the bed for a while, gaining the energy to get up and try to find something to do.I need to calm down.She told herself. I can't act like a countesses daughter. I must..must not be a Du Beau. Anamaria found her something to do, helping her search for anything in the water.
I know, the girl sleeping in Jack's room thing sounds kind of cheezy, but when I see Anamaria, she doesn't look like the type that would share her room. So I figured she wouldn't.
