AWAKENINGS
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This is my take on the resurrection of Jack Sparrow in the third Pirates of the Caribbean film. Also, I am a Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann shipper fan; ye be warned.
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Chapter 5 : Getting Ready To Pay A Visit
Just as Jack rolled Elizabeth beneath him and attempted to pull her beneath the bedding, to join him, the small portion of her brain still capable of reasonable thought, made her stop and pull away from him.
"No, no, no, darlin'," He groused, "please, come back 'ere." He said as he attempted to pull her back down. "I'm no a enuch like the whelp."
"Jack," She said, sitting up and leaving the bed. "You need to rest."
"Rest!" He rolled over onto his side and propped his head on a hand, watching her. "I've been bleeden' dead, or deadish. I've 'ad all the rest I be needen."
His comment about death caught her attention. "What was it like," She asked, "being dead?"
"Dunno," He answered, scratching his chin, "not rightly sure I was." He thought for a moment, with eyes half closed. "More like I was sleepen', a deep sleep. I could 'ear and sense most o' what was 'appening about me, but I wasn't part o' me self, savvy?"
Elizabeth leaned down and kissed his cheek. "No, I don't savvy, but as long as your back, it doesn't matter; not really."
As long as you're back with me.
Once again he tried to pull her down onto the bed.
"No, Jack." She pulled away reluctantly. "Rest. Everything else will come, worry not."
"But, Lizzie luv," He whined. "I don't want to be in me big bed all day by me onesies."
Laughing, she walked towards the cabin door. "You'll survive Captain Sparrow. You always do."
As she pulled the door open, shaking her head at his antics, to walk onto the deck, she heard him say, "Wicked, cruel strumpet. To get a pirate all excitedish, with 'opes of some good 'onest pillaging o' the togetherish type 'tween a woman and a man, only to be left all by me self."
She heard the sound of a bottle being picked up. "But, "least I 'ave me rum to keep me company." She heard the pout in his voice.
Poor Jack. It's not like I really wanted to stop either.
As soon as she stepped onto the deck, closing the door firmly behind her, she could feel the change. The crew members that she could see, stopped and stared at her, causing her to blush a bright red.
I have nothing to be embarrassed about.
Spotting a familiar, if not exactly a friendly, looking face on the deck, she waved Ragetti over to her.
"Have you see Will?" She asked.
"Ahhh," Ragetti began. "Mr. Turner be on the Wicked Lady wit' Captain Barbossa."
Startled. "Barbossa?"
Will despises Barbossa.
Pintel rushed over, having overheard some of the conversation.
"Mr. Turner said he jus' needed time away from youuuummmmm…" Pintel injected. He paused and thought for a moment, before continuing. "The Pearl, is all."
It's me, I'm not a fool, not the Black Pearl. He doesn't want to be around me, so much so, that he will overlook his hatred for Barbossa to avoid me.
Elizabeth glanced towards the starboard side, where the Wicked Lady was tethered to the Black Pearl, with ropes and wooden planks, to allow easy crossing between the two.
"Will." She said to no one but the air.
"Ms. Swann," She heard her name and turned towards Mr. Gibbs. "How be the Captain?"
"Perfectly fine and drinking his precious rum when I left."
Nodding to her, he said in a serious voice. "Good. Rums better than mother's milk, it'll fix him right and proper; iffen ye ask me. Just' ye wait an see."
"I agree." She smiled. "He has earned it."
Mr. Gibbs seemed to want to say more, but was unsure how to say it.
"Yes?" She prompted.
"Well, ye see," He motioned to the others on the deck, most which had gone back to work, instead of watching her. "Those o' us that be loyal to Captain Sparrow, well, we be curious 'bout what be the nature of yer relationship."
She just stared at him.
What should I say?
The silence, and her stare, must have spooked the first mate. "Iffen ye don't think it an impertinence, that be."
Speak the truth.
"It seems that Captain Sparrow and I have an accord of the personal kind."
This seemed to please Mr. Gibbs, and brought a smile to his lips. "I be thinken this be good for the Captain; although Will has me sympathy."
The mentioning of Will dampened the mood.
"I can only hope that the issues with Will, Jack and I, does not interfere or bring strife to an already tense situation."
"Ye be right about that Ms. Swann." He glanced at the Wicked Lady. "I no trust Captain Barbossa and the words he be speaking to young William."
I hope Will is not so angry that he will allow himself to be swayed by Barbossa's words; if words they have.
Out loud she said, "I'm sure Will has better sense than to listen to anything Barbossa has to say."
Mr. Gibbs seemed to accept her reply. "Aye, missy, I'm sure that be true."
I can see in his eyes, that he has his doubts.
She decided to speak of more practical things. "How goes the preparing of the Black Pearl?"
"Ahhhh," His eyes sparkled. "she be fine and ready to sail. All she needs is a Captain."
"He needs rest. A day or two," Elizabeth returned his smile. "whether he agrees or not. I fear pirates make terrible patients and pirate captains even more so."
Before either of them could say another word, a loud explosion was heard in the Captain's cabin, followed by an ungodly screech.
Both of them rushed to the door, but before opening it, Mr. Gibbs put his finger to his lips and indicated she should stand behind him, as he quietly opened the door. Both peering in, to see what had occurred, immediately beheld Jack, standing in the middle of the cabin with naught but a thin sheet knotted about his hips. He was swinging his cocked pistol about, his eyes quickly searching the cabin.
They both saw a blacken hole near the ceiling of the cabin.
"Captain," questioned Mr. Gibbs. "what be the matter?"
Finally realizing he was no longer alone, he lowered his pistol and said, "Monkey, damn bleeden undead monkey. I was taking a little nap, when I felt somethin' touching me face. I opened me eyes, thinken it be you Lizzie, taking pity on me; but what do I see instead, the hairy mug o' that pestering pest! That be what!"
While Jack had been speaking, said monkey noticed the open door and, realizing the opportunity it had, ran through it, making it's escape.
"Jack…"
"Captain…"
Both, Elizabeth and Mr. Gibbs, yelled together as Jack cocked the pistol and swung it in their direction, aiming for the fleeing monkey.
"Vile vermin." He sputtered, but realizing the monkey had made good it's escape, lowered his pistol.
I'd like to think he values mine and Mr. Gibbs' life over his need to shoot that monkey.
Looking at them, he demanded, "Why is that flea ridden thief on me ship?"
"'Cause Captain Barbossa be here." Mr. Gibbs informed his Captain.
Jack had an incredulous look on his face. "What do ye mean, exactly? I'm most certain that the man is dead, killed with the ball and gunpowder from me own pistol."
"Well, ye see Captain," Mr. Gibbs explained, "it seems he was 'bout as dead as ye. Tia Dalma resurrected 'im. Don't rightly know 'ow or why."
"Barbossa, that murderous, mutinous mutineer what took me Pearl and left me on a tiny spit o' land to die?"
"Aye, Captain, that be the one."
"Where is he? I'll make sure there be no comin' back for 'im when I find "im." Jack looked around for his clothes, grabbing what he could find.
Elizabeth finally spoke up. "Now jack, the truth of the matter is, we have an accord with the man. He helped us find you and the Black Pearl."
This froze the Captain in his place.
"Help me?" He shook his head. "Nay, that man is up to somethin' and not to be trusted."
She shooed Mr. Gibbs out of the cabin, before approaching Jack.
"We don't trust him, not an inch." She pushed Jack to a sitting position on his rumpled bed. "But I must reluctantly give him credit, he did help us find you. I am not sure if we could have without his help."
"Ye know Lizzie," He said. "that means I'm beholden to him and I'd rather be 'anged than owe Barbossa me thanks and favor."
Elizabeth took a seat next to him. "You owe him nothing. If anyone owes him a debt, it is I."
Both sat there a few moments, not saying a word. No sound but the crew outside working their various duties.
"Jack." She said tensely. "I spoke with Barbossa earlier and he intimated that your time here is limited, unless I confess my crime to the crew, or such."
"Cocky Bastard." Jack muttered. "Why Tia Dalma 'as a soft spot in 'er 'eart for 'im, I'll never understand. I'm a far more endearing pirate than that man."
Yes you are, dear Jack.
Jack stood up abruptly, the sheet slipping dangerously low. "Well, there be only one thing to be done. Let's go pay 'im a visit and find out what he does and doesn't know." He began reaching for his clothes again.
"Couldn't it be as simple as me just gathering everyone together and telling what I had done?"
"With dear o' Hector Barbossa, nothin' is ever simple." He started to unwrap the sheet from around his waist.
Noticing her trying to avert her eyes, but sneaking the occasional quick peek, he gave a grin, which flashed gold in the sunlight that came through the cabin windows. The smile that only Jack could give. "Seein' as how I be recoverin' from a most frightfully, terrible fate, which ye played no small part in, ye could help me with the dressin' o' me body."
He struck a pose. "Ye never know when the weakness, caused by the said terrible fate, will take me, Lizzie, and I'll be needen 'elp."
Elizabeth stood up, walked over to him, her eyes half shut, until they were nearly nose to nose, lips to lips, and in a seductive voice said, "Well, if your such a weak man, that a girl will have to dress you, I guess I'll have to find myself someone stronger. Perhaps Captain Barbossa has an opening, or Will will take me back?"
She saw Jack's eyes twitch and a slight shiver run through his body. She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Saucy wench," Jack laughed. "Barbossa wouldn't put up with yer lip and ye'd end up walking the plank again. The whelp would jus' look at ye all disappointed like, until ye felt terrible enough to stop and be all proper and ladylike. Crushing yer spirit and taken yer freedom."
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, until she faced away from him.
"But, to be protecting your maidenly honor, jus' this oncesy, I'll be the gentleman and behave me self." He whispered in her ear. "Jus' this oncesy." He repeated.
As he pulled away, his long hair brushed her face and shoulders. It was her turn to twitch and shiver.
She heard him back away and the sheet drop.
I want to look. Don't look. But I really want to look.
Glancing to the side, she saw the faint outline of his shadow on the wall. Saw him moving as he reach for his clothes and dress himself.
Too bad there is no mirror over here; it would be so much better than a shadow on a wall.
"Well luv," Jack said, as she turned to face him, "I be all set to visit Captain Barbossa."
Before her stood the Captain Sparrow of myth and legend. In boot, vest, coat and hat. Cutlass and pistol tucked into his sash.
Tilting his hat on his head, he asked her, "Like what ye see?"
"Very much so, Captain Sparrow." She reapplied.
He bent an arm, offering it to her in a gentlemanly fashion. She took it and together they walked out of the cabin, on their way to confront Captain Barbossa.
As they began to walk across to the starboard side, in order to cross over to the Wicked Lady, Mr. Gibbs stopped them.
"Now Captain, ye can't go to a man's home and not bring a gift." He passed a full bottle of untouched rum.
Tipping his hat in thanks, Jack took the offered bottle of rum, but said to her in a quiet voice, "As if I'll be sharin' me rum with that man." As he slipped the bottle into one of the large pockets of his coat.
Reaching one of the crossing planks between the two ships, he offered his hand to help her up. "After ye luv."
To Be Continued…