Chapter Thirteen

Deep

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How about this for a disclaimer? I'll let you know when I own something. Right now, it's only Kate and Melissa. I do want to own Jack, though...

It was beautiful outside. Kate couldn't help but smile as the warm sunshine tickled her skin. She wasn't sure why she was so happy, or what was causing it, but she had a feeling that it was caused by a certain blacksmith walking next to her.

"Well, Miss Sims, it's obvious that you know some things about me, but I know not much of you," Will said. "Do you care to tell me anything?"

"Well, I'm thirty-three, a Pisces, and enjoy long strolls on the beach." Kate laughed, but Will just frowned. She looked at the ground, trying to hide her embarrassment "It's a joke...Not a very funny one." She cleared her throat. "I told you about me this morning. And I know a lot about you from the movies."

He frowned again. "Movies?"

You're so stupid! Kate screamed to herself. Why did you say that? Hmm? Don't you think?

"Your life...it was based on a movie. It's sort of like a play, except you can watch it at home on your television. So, yes, I can say that I do know a pretty good amount about your life. But tell me about it, anyway. I'm still interested."

Will told her everything that happened to him during his life, including what it was like to have no parents at a young age, how he met Elizabeth and how he saved her, and his tales on the Dutchman.

"Wow," Kate said. "That's...that's quite a story you have, Mr. Turner."

"I suppose it wasn't how I planned my life to go," Will said.

"How did you want it to go?"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to follow the rules...live life by the book...I never meant for all the piracy to happen. I suppose it was an accident."

"But that's boring," Kate said. "You don't want excitement? A little thrill, an adventure, something to get the adrenaline rushing?"

"I didn't want it at first...I denied it, actually. But I grew to accept it."

"Accept it? Will, you don't accept adventure. You dive into it like you're jumping into the water. At first you're afraid to do it, but once you do it once, you want to do it again and again. You weren't afraid of the water, were you?"

"Figuratively?"

She nodded.

"I wasn't afraid of it. I just wanted to keep myself dry. Because there's...there's no risk in being dry. And I preferred that life. I only went into the water if someone dragged me. Are you afraid of the water?"

She smiled. "No. I love the water. I'm the first one to jump into it."

"A-And you aren't frightened that you might drown or get hypothermia?"

"I don't think about that. I figure what's the point? What's life without a little adventure?"

There was a silence between the two of them. Kate didn't know what to say after getting deep and talking about adventure. But at the same time it let each other know that it was okay to talk about nearly anything now.

"So, you went to school," Will said. "What was that like?"

"It was fun. I met a lot of friends there. But it also provided it's embarrassing moments."

"Like what?"

She blushed. "You don't want to know."

"Yes, I do," Will said.

"Fine. Last year, I got a job as a model, and models are famous for not eating anything. And in-between maintaining a job like that which demand long hours, and being on the school dance team that also demands long hours, I was getting worn out. Plus, I was hardly getting any sleep because I was stressed out about other things. And one day in Concert Choir, I don't know what happened...my body just couldn't take it anymore. While were standing up and singing, I collapsed."

She chuckled. "You can imagine the kind of attention that brought to me, Kate Sims collapsing. Rumors started running that I was anorexic, which I wasn't! Anorexia is where someone doesn't eat because they think they're fat or have emotional issues. But I was eating. Trust me, that was very embarrassing. People saying you have an eating disorder just because you're a model and you collapse..."

"You were eating though...Right, Miss Sims?"

"Of course I was! Weren't you listening?"

"No, I was...I just wanted to make sure. I mean, you're quite thin..."

She stopped. "Will, every person I meet asks if I have an eating disorder just because I'm a model. You think I don't know that people worry that I might start starving myself or making myself throw up? I think about it everyday! So if you're going to start worrying, too, do it in private."

Will was silent. Kate didn't mean to be this harsh, she was just being honest. She was sick of the crap that people were always giving her, almost as if they were trying to live her life for her. In a way, she felt like she had to be perfect.

"I didn't mean it like that, Miss Sims," Will said. "I accept you for who you are. And you being a model...I don't see that when I look at you. All I see is...you. A beautiful young lady."

Melissa knew that you could never take a kiss back. She had never wanted to in the past. It had been with people she actually knew for a while and shared a bond with. But now, as she stared at the medallion in her hands, she wanted to take it back. Take every of that hot and heavy lip-lock back and have it never even happen.

Why had she kissed him?! Couldn't she have just kept quiet like she wanted to? But no, Jack had to make her feel different and impulsive. She had known the man for a day! And what had they talked about? History, alcohol, and them.

She squeezed the medallion tightly in her hand. When she released it, she saw a skull indent looking back at her. She clenched her hand shut and put the medallion on her lap. Melissa hated the way that it looked like the skull was mocking her.

So stupid! she thought. You don't even know the man and you start kissing him! Who do you think you are?

"It was a mistake, Jack," Melissa said, his arm around her on the couch downstairs. "I'm not the kind of girl you'd like, anyway. You and I know nothing about each other. You don't know me, but trust me...things wouldn't work."

"I know that you don't usually do this," Jack said. "We wouldn't be havin' this talk, otherwise, 'bout how you think I was a mistake. I also know that you're a good-girl and a self-proclaimed flat chested freak. But isn't half the fun gettin' into some mischief that you know you shouldn't be doin'?"

"Think about a few months from now, though, when we're further along. If we really are opposites, don't you think that I'll be pulling you one way, to the safe side, when you're pulling me to the adventurous side? Then what happens?"

"Well, we'd both be without an arm. And, I, frankly, don't want to lose one of these." He pulled up a sleeve that showed his pirate brand. Now it was raised, light-colored skin.

Melissa gently touched the brand. "Did it hurt, Jack?"

Jack shrugged. She knew he didn't want to admit that, yes, it did hurt.

"But you were being labeled what you are. A pirate. What was that like?"

He frowned. "How'd you know I'm a pirate?"

"People made a movie about you...A movie's like a play, only you can watch it at home whenever you want. But your series, Pirates of the Caribbean, happened to be wildly popular. What they didn't say is that it's actually a true story. They made it about your life...how you got the Pearl back from Barbossa, and then how the Kraken ate you."

He grinned. "I always knew that I'd be important. Are the little children that've seen it scared o' Captain Jack Sparrow?"

"Of course not," she said, her eyes still on his brand. Her eyes moved to the tattoo of a sparrow flying off into the sunset. "Your last name is very fitting."

"And it's goin' off to catch the horizon."

Her blue eyes looked up at his brown ones. "Did the sparrow ever catch it?"

"A horizon is not somethin' to catch, love. That's why it's there. You keep goin' for it, but you'll never catch it. It makes you want to catch it all that much more."

"I didn't know you could be so deep," she laughed.

There! she thought. I learned something about him! Actually, a few things.

"Your turn," he said. "Time for Melissa to tell me somethin' 'bout 'erself."

"I'm a bad cook."

He laughed. "I know. I do have a memory, love."

She hit his arm. "That's not nice!"

"Would you rather me lie?"

"You're a pirate, you make the call."

"I made said call. Now, something that I don't know, hmm?"

She played with the medallion in her hand. "I've never sworn in my life, I hardly ever get mad, but when someone does make me mad, it's very hard for me to forgive them, and I tend to follow the crowd. I'm not outspoken unless I believe very strongly in something, and my pet peeve is people that are rude and obnoxious. There. Anything else?"

"Well, love, looks like you 'n me are two peas in a pod," Jack said.

"I take it you were being sarcastic?"

"Well, if the person who thought I was being sarcastic thinks I was being sarcastic, then they could have been sarcastic by asking that I was sarcastic, thus ultimately ending in a sarcastic answer by the person that was asked if they were sarcastic."

Melissa frowned. "What?"

"Think 'bout it, love. It's not that difficult."

But it is! Melissa whined inwardly.

"Why can't you ever just say yes or no?" she asked.

"Because then I wouldn't be Captain Jack Sparrow," he grinned. "Savvy?"

Kate's Blog Entry

Well...the walk with Will was interesting. We talked...first about him, then about me...And I sort of blew up that I was sick of him thinking that I was anorexic, even though I'm not. I guess I took it out on the wrong person. God, I'm so stupid! He probably thinks I overreact over everything! I'll talk to him later about it. Right after we came back, he found the newspaper to be fascinating...he's only looked up at me a few times...I don't know if he's mad or just giving me time to cool off. I should probably start making dinner now...And he's probably going to watch me the whole time, making sure that I do eat something...

XOXO,
Kate

Melissa's Blog Entry

Do I still want to take that kiss back now after I've finally gotten to talk to Jack? I don't know. I like that he's clever and adventurous...he's independent...he's everything I'm not. And I'm book smart and reserved and tend to follow the crowd...I'm everything he isn't! Maybe we could work something out, but it is going to take time. To be honest...Jack fascinates me. Everything about him captivates me. The way he walks, talks...even something as simple as a pirate brand and his tattoo...It's getting late. I better start dinner. Hopefully I won't burn it this time.

Love,

Melissa Rose