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One look into Delilah's tear-filled aquamarine eyes crumbled the cold stone wall Jack had built around him. He knelt near the bed and put his arm around her shoulder. His heart began to melt as another tear slid down her slightly bruised and battered face. He sighed lightly, trying to muster the will to tell this fragile thing before him that the man she loved dearly had nearly killed her.

"Your--" he began slowly then stopped. "I don't know, luv" he lied. "We found you floatin' on debris in the ocean."

"But you just said…" she tried to sit up again, feeling sharp pains in her side.

"No, no, no. Not good. Ye got a few bad injuries there. Best for you to just stay put. Now, are ye hungry?" She looked him over before shaking her head. "Of course your hungry. You been out for several days, lass. I'll have food brought to you." Before Delilah could object, Jack was already gone. She closed her eyes for a moment, still looking for any sort of memory.

A loud noise and the bright light from the opposite side of the cabin door made her open her eyes once more. Jack had pulled the chair from the corner of the room closer to her. Delilah had assumed she had fallen asleep again as Jack seemed to be well molded into the seat. She looked at the door and saw another man standing with a tray in his arms. He set the tray by her side and looked her over closely.

"What do ye think, Gibbs?" Asked Jack.

"She's frightfully pale. Well, eat up, lass. This is what ye need to feel better." He said before walking towards Jack and quietly said "you're gonna have to tell her sometime."

"Aye, but let's wait until the opportune moment." Delilah looked at the two men before taking the bread and soup that looked like dirty water from the tray and started eating. Gibbs nodded and left the cabin. "Well, luv," began Jack as he stood and moved toward the door. "Now that you're awake, I'll be taking back control of me ship."

"Captain Sparrow…" she looked at him for a moment, trying to find the words. "Thank you for saving me." He smiled, flashing golden teeth, but didn't speak as he walked out the cabin.

Delilah was pushed down the rest of the brown, thick water and stale bread that was to be her lunch then scanned the cabin again. It seemed to be a bit bigger than she had originally assumed. The wall behind her housed a small window that shed light throughout the room. The bed was big enough to comfortably fit three people and was soft. The wood working of it was a beautiful sculpted landscape of the open ocean. While her eyes scanned the room, her hand unconsciously found the point of her pain. Her fingers rested just above and to the right of her navel. The point had been wrapped with a dark cloth. She slowly and carefully unbound herself and inspected the deep red slit that stained the pure whiteness of her stomach.

Delilah felt her head begin to spin and she understood what Gibbs meant when he told her the soup would make her better. It had been inlaid with a very strong sedative. The stinging pain in her side that followed every breath she took slowly began to fade away until it was nearly gone. Her eyes became heavy and her vision began to blur before she slipped again into blackness. The rest of the day she was undisturbed until that evening when the captain insisted she eat dinner with her.

Several members of the crew had set up a very appetizing meal on the table opposite the bed. The fresh fish and golden bronzed meat placed at the center made Delilah remember just how hungry she really was. Several candles were lit around the room to brighten the light from the now nearly hidden sun. Once the table had been set, Jack helped Delilah out of the bed and escorted her to the table. The stinging burn of pain in her side had now faded into a small ache with the anesthetic still in her system. Once seated, the two greedily began to eat, stopping only to down a mixture of sweet wine and rum.

After several moments of grabbing and pushing food, Delilah felt compelled to speak. She looked up to face her dining partner. "Captain Sparrow…"

"Call me Jack, luv." he commented with a full mouth of food.

"Jack, what is it what you're plannin' on doin' with me?" He cocked his head to the side and shot her a confused look. "Well, I can't very well be taken home. I don't know where 'home' is."

"Ye be right. What is a pirate captain to do with such a beautiful young woman?" He leaned closer to her and put his hand on hers. "I'm sure we can find something for ye to do." His eyes slid down to the top of her bodice and flashed her a smile.

"How dare you insinuate such a thing!" She pulled her hand from hers and slapped him.

"I don't think I deserved that." Jack turned to face Delilah and grimaced at the anger flashing in her eyes.

"I am grateful for you savin' me life but I am no wench for your own pleasure. If that is what you thought when you brought me here then you can just throw me back in the ocean!" Her breath heaved with anger. A heaving anger that only worsened when Jack began to laugh.

"Ye wouldn't be wantin' that now, lass. There'll be no pleasure in this cabin against your wishes."

Delilah sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry about slapping you. I really do thank you for everything. I would be dead without you." Jack bowed slightly toward her. "I supose I should be gettin' some sleep."

"Aye, ye be right." He stood and followed her to the bed.

"What do you think you're doing" she asked as he climbed into bed next to her.

He gazed around the room with a confused look then turned back to her. "This is my cabin and my bed." Delilah stared at him in shock.

"Just keep your hands to yourself."

"The perfect gentleman," vowed Jack, holding his hand to his chest. Feeling there was nothing more she could do, Delilah pushed herself to the far side of the bed and tried to fall asleep fast. Jack, on the other hand, laid on his side facing her, studying her well defined figure. With one arm pushed under her head and the other draped across her chest, Jack couldn't help but feel a strong attraction rising for her. He wanted to run his fingers through the long red hair facing him as he pulled her body toward him. He inched closer to her, close enough to smell the tavern she spent her time in mixed with the smell of his ship. Jack slowly drifted to sleep thinking of her, wanting to hold her body next to his and feel her soft skin on his.

And now without further ado, I give you the continuing saga of The GothyFaery!

Rats Can be Useful Too

Taking another study of her, Jack noticed a movement in her hair. Black and white fur surfaced through the red on her shoulders. "What's that, luv?"

"Oh, that be me pirate pet that be restin' on me shoulder," she said with a grim, deep voice. "It's Gwen," The Faery squealed.

"Ye can't be carryin' a rat around on yer shoulder."

"Why not? If Cotton can have a parrot and Barbosa can have a monkey, why can't I have a rat?" she whined.

"Those served useful. That be a rat, luv. It would only get in the way."

"No, she's trained. Watch, Gwen, hide." The puffball jumped at the command and crawled into the girl's bosom. "That's not all! She can fetch treasure too. She's always taking my money and hiding it in my bed."

"Fine, ye can keep yer rat." The redhead grinned in triumph as the pirate let loose another sigh.