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That night, I sat on the edge of my bed playing with my brown hair. Jack knew his power over me, but I was not about to give in that easily. I stood up and pulled my boots off. I undid my belt and took it off as well. I quickly exchanged my pants for a red skirt and put my vest into one of the drawers of my Captain's bed. I took out a piece of leather and started braiding my hair. My door burst open and Jack walked in. I screamed and pulled my blanket off the bed to cover me.
"Jack! What do you want?"
He smiled at me. "You look beautiful in the moonlight."
I pulled the blanket up higher and flashed my green eyes at him. "I said, what do you want?"
"Well, seeing as how this is the Captain's quarters, I have two reasons to be in here."
"And those are?"
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, and I'm married to the Captain of this ship." I didn't say anything. "We are still married, are we not?"
"I was gone for more than seven years. Our marriage isn't valid anymore. You're free to marry whoever you want."
He smiled again. "But I'm already married to the woman that I want."
I hid my smile. "I'll make you a pallet on the floor."
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The next day, I sat on the stairs by the helm again. I chewed my lip in concentration. Something wasn't right. I got up and went to Barbossa at the helm.
"Barbossa, something isn't right."
The look on his face confirmed my theory. "What makes you say that Captain?"
"Getting Jack back was too easy. I thought it would've been harder than that."
The ship stopped abruptly as if we'd come to the end of an invisible cord. Jack came out of the Captain's cabin, still getting dressed.
"Amanda! Take me back to my island!" he shouted while he buttoned his vest and put on his belt.
I looked at Barbossa and he met my eyes. "Don't let him leave, or we'll lose him forever."
Quickly, I ran down the stairs and grabbed Jack's arm. His eyes were pure black instead of their usual brown.
"Jack, you have to stay here."
He tried to push me away. "No! I want to go back to my island! I had rum there. It was good rum."
I started dragging him back to the Captain's cabin. "Jack, there's rum here too. Barrels and barrels of rum. Better rum than your island." I opened the door. "Mr. Gibbs! Get me some rum and step on it!" I held Jack at the door until Gibbs came back with two bottles of rum. "Thank you, Mr. Gibbs." I took them and used my backside to push Jack into the room. He fell with a thud onto the floor. I closed the door behind me and put the latch on it. Jack sat up on the floor and looked at me.
"Amanda, let me go back."
I set the rum on my table. "No."
He was annoyed. "Why are you fighting so hard when you don't even want me here?" I didn't say anything. "Let me go, or you will regret it."
I dusted the bottles off with my fingers. "If I let you go, I will regret it." I bit my lip after I said that. I truly meant it, but I didn't want Jack to know.
Jack didn't say anything for a second as he calculated his next move. I knew what it was going to be, so I was ready when he bolted for the door. I grabbed his waist and pulled him. He struggled and tried to grab onto everything in the room. After about ten minutes of struggling, he twisted me around until we were face to face, holding each other's hands above our heads.
He pressed against my hands. "Give it up, Amanda."
I struggled against his strength. "Never." I grunted and pushed him onto the floor. He grabbed hold of my shoulders as I straddled his waist with my legs and grabbed his shoulders as well.
"Amanda," he said through clenched teeth. His eyes changed from coal black to fiery red. My shoulders felt like they were being squeezed off by his hands. I felt as if I was pressing against an invisible barrier. I screamed and squeezed his shoulders back just as hard. Jack screamed as loud as me. The barrier bent and suddenly, it snapped, sending Jack out of consciousness. I collapsed on top of Jack as we both let go. I had won.
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Jack woke up on my bed a few hours later. I sat at my table, drinking one of the bottles of rum.
He got up. "I didn't know you drank rum."
I looked up at him and tossed him the other bottle. "When my husband almost tears my shoulders off, I make exceptions."
He uncorked it and took a swig. "What happened? I don't remember anything after falling asleep last night."
I took a swig and wiped my mouth. "You wanted to go back to your island. Barbossa told me that if we let you, we would never be able to get you back. I dragged you in here and we fought for a while. After we tore our shoulders off, I won."
Jack smiled and swigged again. "Couldn't stand to see me go, eh?" He grinned and held his hand out. "I feel like dancing, Miss Amanda. How about you?" I swigged my rum and stared at him for a second. His hand suddenly turned black. Jack rolled his eyes when he saw it. "Oh no! Not again!"
I hadn't seen it. "What?" He held his hand out. "The black spot!" I crossed myself as Jack took another swig. The room fell silent.
Jack cocked his head to the side. "What's that?"
I swigged again and got up. "What's what?"
"That noise. It sounds like…" he beat his chest a few times. "…thumping." He swaggered around the room looking for where the noise was coming from. He pulled out one of my drawers on the Captain's bed and took out the package I had gotten from Lord Beckett's office. He beckoned me nearer and held it up to his ear. I stood next to him and listened.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
Jack lowered the bag. "Where did you get this?"
I was slightly drunk. "Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company, courtesy of Mr. James Norrington."
Jack touched my arm. "Do you know what this is?" I shook my head. "This is the heart of Davy Jones."
I took it from him. "Well then, we should give it back to him. A man without his heart is really no man at all." I swigged my rum again and put the heart back into the drawer.
Jack still had his wits. "You're drunk, Amanda."
"So what?" I poked Jack's chest repeatedly as I talked. "You always came back from work at the cartographer's shop like this. You smelt like pig crud."
Jack covered my hand with his. "You never said anything."
"That's because I thought you would get angry. I was afraid that you would leave me." I started to cry, and swigged more rum. "I was…so…afraid…lonely…and…sad…without you…" I felt Jack put his arms around me, so I stopped crying. "Mmm…I love you, Jack."
"I love you too, Amanda."
The room went black.
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Yes, I have drinking in my story. Sue me! At least they didn't do anything nasty!