AN: Alright, so maybe I'll just post a chapter at a time haha. Idk. This chapter is just pure fluff. I think it's sweet though:). Please Review:).
When I awoke later that evening, the sun was setting in the bright blue sky. The sun spread its light across the sky, creating a beautiful pattern across the horizon. I lay on my left side, Jack's front against my back as he slept with his arm around my waist. I watched the sunset. I sighed deeply, happiness being my major emotion at the moment. The skin of Jack's arm was warm against my own skin as we laid there.
My thoughts wandered to the future. What was going to happen with the Trading Company? Would me and Jack get out of it together? So many thoughts filled my head as I laid there, the sky being taken captive by the thick, dark blanket of stars as I watched. I wasn't aware that I wasn't the only one watching the sky until Jack nipped on my right earlobe, which was facing the open air. My hair had fallen behind me, leaving my ear an open target for Jack. I turned in his grip so I was facing him. I smiled at him, his grin showing off his golden teeth in the fading light.
His eyes were half open, the dark brown of his eyes showing between kohl-rimmed lids. I smiled as he pressed his hand to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him so he could capture my lips with his own in an extremely sweet kiss. I felt my own eyes close as he rolled on top of me. They fluttered open when he pulled back to kiss his way down my neck, this time on the left. His callused fingers played over the love bite on the right side as he kissed my neck gently. When he reached the base, he pulled his mouth back to mine in a passionate yet gentle kiss.
After a few moments, Jack seemed to sense that I was tired, which I was. He rolled onto his back and pulled me to him so that my head was on his chest as we regained our breath. I turned onto my right side, my head never leaving his chest as I curled against him. Jack's left arm rested on the small of my back while his right hand busied itself with my hair, which was sprawled out across his chest like a blanket. "Mmm… So how are you, darling?" I heard the grin in his voice as it rumbled through his chest.
"Hmm… Content. "I shifted my head to look at him for a moment, smiling happily.
"I can definitely say that I agree." I laughed and moved my head back into its original position.
We laid in silence for a while, neither of us falling asleep. I wasn't all that tired anymore, to my surprise. The silence was broken, however, when the sound of someone pounding down the helm's steps echoed into our cabin that just had to be right under the helm. Jack groaned and kept his grip on me as he heard his father's voice through the door. "Jack, I know you're awake." With that, Teague Sparrow opened the doors.
He let his gaze linger on us, obviously realizing what he'd walked in on, before he continued. "Hope you two enjoyed your little romantic moment, cause there's a ship on the horizon. We figure it's Beckett's."
"Bloody hell." Jack groaned once more as he rolled his dark eyes. "Aye, we'll be out in a moment, if you don't mind." He gestured with his hands towards me and the bed.
His father rolled his eyes and exited, grumbling something incoherent. Jack reluctantly let go of me and began to dress. I quickly followed suit, knowing that this was what everything had come down to. Once I was finished dressing, which took me only a moment, I went over to the window and saw a ship sure enough in the distance. The flag was blurred from the distance but the design was clearly the East India Trading Company's. I jumped slightly when Jack's arms snaked around my waist, pulling me to him for a moment. "Ready, darling?"
I turned my head and smiled. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Jack bent his head and engaged me in a slow kiss before pulling back and beginning to exit. I followed him, grinning from ear to ear. Before we fully exited, Jack handed me a sword. "I think you know how to fight well enough…"
I grinned, knowing I was going to have to wing it, considering I'd never really sword fought before. I grabbed a piece of leather as I left, using it to tie up my stick straight blonde hair out of my face. I knew that the love mark was showing proudly, and I prayed to the Lord that Beckett would see it. As we climbed the stairs to the helm, a cannon ball whistled through the air and landed with a splash in the water next to us. The Company's ship pulled up along side us as we watched, Beckett appearing. Jack instantly pulled me to his right side as Beckett walked across the gangplank, a man whom I assumed to be Norrington and the rest of the crew shortly behind.
As I observed, I saw Norrington make some sort of eye contact with Elizabeth, who smiled slightly at him. They'd been previously engaged, I'd known that, but I prayed that he had accepted that she'd chosen Will. Judging from their attitudes towards each other, he had done so. Beckett was the first to speak. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Jack Sparrow and Alexis."
I squared my shoulders and glared at him. "Sparrow. Alexis Sparrow."
"Ah, yes. You wouldn't take my last name but you'll take… His?" I could tell he was trying not to replace the word "His" with some crude name.
"Yes, I would." I gently pulled out of Jack's hold and walked up to Beckett, leaning in as I spoke. "I would've been tied down and I didn't want that. I wanted to be free."
"Free?" He laughed coldly, some of his fellow crew members doing the same. "You're hardly free. You're… Husband is constantly chased, shot, and nearly murdered, along with you. You're not free from that."
"I'm free from being a petty housewife that does nothing but cook and clean and run errands to street bazaars. And most importantly, any memory of you!" I reached to my left hip where my sword was sheathed with my right hand and drew it, lunging at Beckett.
I'd started the fight. Before long, our swords weren't the only ones making clashing noises. I found that fighting wasn't as difficult as I'd thought it to be. I'd thought that in order to make contact, you'd have to practice. The blocking was what my fault was. Beckett lunged at me, and I tried to dodge and block it but it didn't work. Instead, his blade drew across my left thigh, slaying the fabric and my skin. I gasped at the impact and lunged at him once more. I ended up cutting his arm, although it wasn't very deep.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack fighting Norrington while Elizabeth was battling another member of the opposing crew. Jack seemed to be talking to his fighter, saying rude remarks that were probably true to many extents.
We continued like that until I had Beckett against the rail. "Enough! We'll continue this once my treasure is gained." He glared at me with hatred-filled eyes as he pushed me away, him and his crew exiting onto his ship.
As they sailed away, I began to feel the pain from the cut and I looked down. I gasped at what I saw. The brown fabric of my breeches was covered in blood down to my knee on my left leg. It was a horrific sight. The fabric was clinging to me like seaweed. Jack swaggered over to me when he saw my expression, leaving his father standing alone. "Darling are you…" His brown eyes widened as he saw my leg. "C'mon."
He wrapped his arm under my shoulders so he could support me as we walked to his cabin. Once we entered, he closed the door and picked me up, carrying me to the bed. Jack lay me on the bed and sat down next to my legs before beginning to peel back the cloth. Not bothering to preserve it, he ripped it away from the injury. His gentle hands pulled the blood-soaked portion away from the skin gently incase some blood had glued it to my skin.
Jack got up and went to his desk, pulling a spare cloth out of a drawer along with a bottle of rum. He carefully uncorked the rum once he'd positioned himself so that I was practically on his lap. The rum was poured onto the cloth. "This may sting love."
My left leg was closest to him and I grabbed onto his right arm, which was holding my back steady while the left hand wiped the blood away and cleaned the wound. When he was finished, he laid the cloth on the bed and pulled me fully onto his lap, minding my left leg. He scooted back onto the pillows so that he was propped up on them. I leaned on him, my head resting on his right shoulder as his arms pulled me to him. I was sitting on his lap at an angle so that my legs were in front of me. I closed my eyes and tried to fight sleep. Jack noticed and chuckled. "Go to sleep, darling. You've lost a considerable amount of blood and you need to rest so your body can replenish itself. I'll stay here."
I nodded as I repositioned my head so it was on his chest, his heart beating steadily in my left ear. Before long, I was asleep in his loving hold.
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Jack watched as his injured wife slept in his arms. He had a feeling that for at least tonight and even possibly the next night, he'd have to hold her to keep her from rolling onto her left leg. It wasn't life-threatening, but it would certainly bruise from the impact and from the healing process. That sad excuse for a man had severed one of Alex's bigger veins, causing more blood to flow more quickly.
She stirred in her sleep, pulling him out of his trance. "Jack?" Her voice was gentle and calm as he listened to her.
"Yes darling?" Her green eyes leaned upward to meet his dark brown ones in the moonlight.
Without saying another word, Alex pulled herself up to kiss Jack's lips tenderly. He shivered at her touch. Her petite hands were roaming his arms gently, causing his muscles to ripple as he held her. Reluctantly, he felt her pull away and snuggle back into his warm, shirt-covered chest. "Want to lay down, darling?"
She nodded and Jack carefully pulled the covers to his left down so that she could slip under them. He took off his effects, getting up then back in the bed to lay with her. Gently, He threaded his arms under her waist and pulled her to him so her head was on his chest once more. Before he, too, drifted off, he made sure that she wasn't on her left side.