Chapter 7 -TheeIsland- Jack's P.O.V
a.n: mhmm! Im back…I know. I'm slacking, but I'm trying to develop Brittnni more so it'll be a bit easier to right. Sorta like, get to know her. Anyway this chapter is in JACK SPARROWS P.O.V just in case you didn't pay attention to the title. I do that from time to time AND, if its italic that's his conscience speaking to him.
HERE IT IS MY HEARTIES
2days till POTC2. OH AND FORZA ITALIA!
I wrapped my arms around her and looked around. What the hell was I supposed to do know. I wasn't good at these kind of things. Of all the gents on this ship, she had to pick me to cry in front of. What would Jesus do? Why the fuck was I asking myself this. Even if he was real, he wouldn't help me. Her sobs grew shorter and I patted her back in sympathy.
"Shh, s'alright luv." I whispered to her. Good job Jack! Ye should see yer face right now. Tis priceless. I narrowed my eyes. Was it my fault I wasn't used to emotional people? I've been around scabrous dogs all my life, and as for Ana. She was more like a man then a woman. She'd kill ye if she 'eard tha'.
"That's why she won't" I whispered to myself…or so I thought. Brittnni looked up at me with her bloodshot eyes and tear stricken face. I closed my eyes and moaned in stupidity.
"What?" She asked meekly. I looked at her, studying her for a moment. She wasn't like the other lasses in Tortuga. I'm amazed she's still alive after all those years of living there.
"Nothing luv." I said pulling her into another stuck and closing my eyes. I opened my eyes fast. Wha' the hell are ye doing?
"I 'ave no clue." I thought to myself. Ah, yer like tha' most of tha time. Never 'aving a clue of what yer doing. "Sod off." Touchy. I coughed, pulled away from Brittnni and walked up to the helm. She stood there for a moment staring at the sea then she turned and walked over to me. She touched my shoulder and I fumbled with opening my compass. Weak ta her touch. Ha.
"I ain't weak, I'm just tired mate." I thought. Brittnni's hand sled down to my forearm so I turned, and gave her a smile. "What luv?" I asked appearing to be nonchalant.
"What was he like?" She asked. I turned around and rolled my eyes. Why me?
"Who?" I asked looking at my compass. I heard her sigh impatiently. I think she was catching onto my game. I turned around and looked at her.
"You know who." I smiled. She put her hands on her hips. She looked gorgeous when she was mad. "My father." She said in an icy tone.
"Ah!" I shouted putting on hand on the wheel. "Good man, good pirate." Slightly turning the ship, I yawned. "He wasn't like other pirates, he 'ad a kind and gentle soul, but yer father could be nasty when he was mad. There was a time, long before I even knew tha Turners, when yer father and I were searching for tha treasure of Blackbeard. Now ye can't find a treasure that big all by yer onesies savvy?" I turned around and she nodded. "So yer father overheard a conversation between me and me first mate, Jacobs. In a matter of seconds, yer father and I had struck up a deal. We were on our way to the Canary Islands; they were about two days away from a city in Spain, Cadiz I believe it was called. Anyway, now ta get there…let's just say tis a rough passage." The night sky became darker and the waves started to beat against the ship in a melodic rhythm. "When the islands were in sight, we were attacked by another ship and tha' ship 'appened to be tha' ship of Davy Jones himself."
"The Flying Dutchman." I turned around and gave her an odd look. "I know about pirates Jack." I nodded and continued to tell her my story.
"Now, Davy Jones had sadly defeated most ofour crew but yer father, I, and some of are crew managed ta stay alive. We went aboard The Flying Dutchman and…in a sense, negotiated things out quite rationally. That was until yer father was told he'd never see yer mother again. Outraged, he took out his gun and shot him but Davy did not die. It was quite the fight between yer father and him…" Brittnni smiled. "That was until his crew helped him out."
"What did you do?" She asked. My eyes went wide. Lie ye daft moron, LIE!
"I 'elped him luv!" I lied. "But we jus' weren't strong enough. Yer father was ta be killed by Davy but I saved his life and then we were off. The end." I turned back to my beloved Pearl and began sailing.
"What? Wait…how did you save him?" She asked. I sighed impatiently.
"I made a bargain wif him tha' I'd rather not discuss luv." I hissed. Her sad face turned angry.
"It was just a question!" She huffed and walked over to the railing. I looked over at her. Ignore the lass. She's doin' it fer attention Jack. I nodded in agreement but I couldn't help wanting to say I was sorry. Jack, steer tha ship before ye crash it. I turned back to the Pearl and put my hands on the wheel but I wasn't in the mood for sailing. Jack, sail tha ship.
"Luv, look, I'm sorry." Ye disgust me sometimes. Keeping my anger in, I apologized again. "Look, I've got a bloody bad temper alright!" I snapped. I see what ye mean. She turned around giving me an odd look.
"It's alright." She muttered. I smiled and used this to my advantage.
"Good, since I'm forgiven, ye can lower tha' anchor fer me." She gawked at me in disbelief. I sighed angrily. Calm down. "Tis a simple order."
"Do you really think I can lift that?" I looked at the anchor and then I looked back at her. She was a spoiled one. No matter how much she denied it or how she grew up she was spoiled to an extent.
"Aye, now pick tha' bloody thing up or I will and I'll attach ye to it." Her eyes went wide and she ran over to the anchor. She struggled and lifted the one side up. I snickered but stopped when she gave me a dirty look. "Tickle in me throat." I continued to snicker. Why don't ye laugh when she drops it and puts a hole through yer deck moron. I stopped snickering and ran over to help her. She backed away.
"Don't you DARE attach me to that." I looked at her as if she were stupid.
"I wasn't going ta luv." I picked up the anchor and threw it overboard. "C'mon, s'time ta sleep." I walked towards the doors and being tha gentlemen I am I held them open for her. She walked through. I stood there and coughed. She stopped walking and turned around. "I don't believe I got a 'thank ye Jack." She blinked at me and walked down the corridor. She stopped at her door and looked back at me.
"If you're planning on standing there until I thank you then you better get comfortable cause you're going to be there all night." She opened her door and went into her room. I slammed the doors shut and angrily walked to my cabin.
"Bloody hellcat….is It hard to say thank you? I help ye…last time I'm doing that." I muttered to myself. I stumbled down the corridor and opened my cabin door. I smiled as I saw a bottle of untouched rum on my desk. I kicked off my boots, sat down and drank. So, when are ye gonna tell tha lass about yer proposition with Hernandez?
"Ye honestly come at tha worst times and ask tha worst questions." I said aloud since I was in tha privacy of me own room. I took a sip of my room and propped my feet on my desk. Don't ye think she deserves ta know? If ye want her ta trust ye then tell her. "If I'm gonna kill 'er mate, then why would I want ta tell her?" Simple, ye don't wanna kill her. "That's what ye think mate." Jack, I'm yer conscious…I don't think, I know." I sighed and took a very long drink of my rum. "Alright, so I don't want ta kill 'er but when she finds out I'm goin' ta get hit again or she'll be mad." Since when do ye care? Oh no. "What mate! What now?" Ye like her. My feet fell to the floor and I rubbed my face. "No." Ye always were such a liar. Face it Jack, yer slowly falling for this lass. "Mate, she ain't me type." I got up and took my shirt off and threw it into the corner. Oh and what's yer type? "Tha woman who'll give themselves ta me." I smiled thinking of Scarlett and Giselle. "That's like most of tha women anyway." Yer conceited. "Look at me mate! When ye look this good, yer allowed." I collapsed on my bed and fumbled around with the covers. Maybe that's why yer falling fer her. "Cause I look good?" No ye moron! Cause she ain't like other women and it appeals ta ye. C'mon Jack, ye were never tha type ta just fall fer any lass. She's different and it attracts you ta her. "Yer tha moron. Mate, I don't have feelings fer her and she doesn't appeal ta me!" Beauty is in the eye of the beholder Jack. Just cause she ain't like yer whores in Tortuga doesn't mean yer not attracted ta her. "No no no mate. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder." Yer hopeless. Smiling, I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.
I awoke to shouting. Lots and lots of it. I slowly pulled the covers from off of my head and stumbled around the room looking for my shirt and boots. After about a minute of searching, I was out the door and on the deck and regretting my decision of wanting to find out what the shouting was.
"Do NOT tell me how to raise my child." Elizabeth shouted into Brittnni's face. Brittnni stared angrily back, her face was flushed and her eyes were narrowed into slits.
"Well, if you're putting her into danger then I think someone should tell you what you're doing wrong." She snapped back. Elizabeth looked at Will for support but the eunuch seemed to be agreeing with Brittnni.
"What do you know about parenting?" Elizabeth yelled.
"Well, it seems I know more then you do!" Brittnni screeched back. Elizabeth looked as if she was about to jump Brittnni and vice versa.
"Alright alright!" I yelled and everyone looked over at me except for Brittnni and Elizabeth who were glaring daggers at one another. "What is going on?"
"Firstly…" Ana shouted from behind me. I cringed and turned around.
"Speak louder luv, I can't hear you." I said sarcastically. I immediately regretted that.
"WELL!" She shouted even louder. "We are at the Island and Elizabeth over there wants to bring Leanne wif her." Slowly, I turned around and leaned on the mast.
"Are ye fucking crazy?" I asked her. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened.
"THANK YOU!" Brittnni shouted. "All I said was it was too dangerous to bring the girl on the island and she SNAPS at me." She said emphasizing the word snaps. Elizabeth turned back and they both started arguing. I groaned and walked over to the both of them and out my hands on there faces. They stopped arguing and looked at me.
"Stop yer bloody bickering it's givin' me a god damn 'eadache. Now Elizabeth, Brittnni's right. Do ye WANT yer child to do?" Elizabeth mumbled something. "What?" She mumbled something again and I furrowed my eyebrows. Just then I felt something wet on my hand, I looked at Brittnni and pulled my hand off of her. "Ye licked me!" I yelled.
"Thank for pointing out the obvious." She said sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Tha' child…" I exclaimed pointing at "it." "is staying here with ye. Savvy?" I added in staring at the girl. She looked just like her mother. Snobby and uptight. The little girl huffed and turned her back to me.
"Fine." Elizabeth exclaimed picking up her daughter and pushing past Will. Will groaned and began to follow her.
"Mate, it ain't worth tha aggravation. We need ye." I said putting my hand on his shoulder. He stopped walking and looked at me.
"You're right." He smiled. "She'll get over it…I hope."
"And if she doesn't, we can throw her overboard!" Will and Brittnni gave me a disapproving look. "What?" Brittnni shook her head and walked over with Ana and Will just stood there looking at me.
"Jack..." I turned around and Brittnni walked towards me. I smiled and looked her up and down. She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Stop staring at me."
"Who's ta say I was staring at ye?" I asked. She opened her mouth then closed it.
"You're going to think I'm stupid for asking this but when we get on the islands, what are we doing?"
"Tis not a stupid question luv." I assured her. "Firstly, we need ta search tha island just in case there are people on it. Trust me, I made tha' mistake of not checking once. Then, we find this treasure luv." She nodded. I turned to my chattering crew. "Mates…" They continued to talk. "Mates." Still, they ignored me. Rolling my eyes in impatience and utter frustration, I took my pistol out and shot it up in the air. Everyone stopped talking and looked up. "Nice ta see ye are all listening. NOW! All I ask of ye is ta be safe and fer tha luv of tha rum God's don't do anything stupid. Savvy?"
"Savvy!" They shouted in unison. Gibbs made his way towards me and I leaned on the railing, preparing for a superstitious lecture.
"Jack. S'bad luck ta bring a woman on a ship, ye know that but it's even WORSE ta bring one on a haunted island." I looked at him in confusion.
"Haunted? Gibbs…are ye drunk already man?" I roared angrily. Gibbs shook his head.
"No! "aven't ye ever 'eard about this island?" I didn't answer him but the look he gave me could tell I was in for something. "Many of tha islanders died on this island from pirates many years ago Cap'n, it's been said tha' whenever a pirates crew sets foot on tha island, someone ends up never coming back."
"We'll just 'ave to chance it now won't we?" I said smiling. "Gibbs, since when 'ave I, Captain Jack Sparrow, backed away from danger?" Brittnni looked over, seeming intrigued.
"There was tha' time…" I shot him a look. "wait a tick. That's was someone else." He said giving me a laugh.
"Git outta here." I told him. He left nodding.
"You're unbelievable." Brittnni shouted over to me. I walked over to her and pulled her close to me. We were so close I could feel her heartbeat. She leaned back and I just went closer.
"Yer coming wif me." I let go of her and she stumbled back into the mast. I winked at her and went over to find Ana.
"Now wait!" I groaned and sped up hoping to loose her. It didn't work.
"Luv! See here, I'm tha' Captain and ye will do what tha' Captain, who happens ta be ME, says. Savvy?" I yelled. She looked a bit taken back.
"I wasn't going to argue." She whispered. "I was going to ask why you wouldn't want someone else stronger to go with you." I put my hands to my mouth and sighed.
"Cause I enjoy yer company savvy?" She widened her eyes but also gave me a look that said what I said was bullshit. "Savvy?"
"Savvy." She said as I helped her into the rowboat.
It was silent. Ana wasn't talking ta me, Gibbs was rowing and Brittnni was staring at the water. The quiet was driving me insane so I asked the first question that popped into my mind.
"How about tha' weather?" Britt raised her eyebrows at his question. Jack mentally grinned - any higher and Britt's eyebrows would be lost in her hair.
"What is it with men and weather?" I was taken back slightly; I expected a more sarcastic answer. How the hell was I supposed to answer a question like that?
"It's cause men are like weather luv." Ana snorted.
"Aye, they have a lot of hot air." I glared at Ana and Brittnni as they laughed. The laughter didn't cease until Gibbs accidentally sprayed them with water. After that, the quiet had come back until we reached the island. There was an odd feeling when I stepped onto the sands. Maybe the old man was right, maybe it was haunted but there was something evil about this island and I intend to find out what it is.
"Let's go..." I said walking into the trees not knowing what danger lay ahead.
A/N: Firstly, thankGOD for carmen she wrote the weather part up to brittnis' answer and jack's decsion of how to reply. NOW!Love it? Hate it? COMMENTS! Jack: Finally… Me: Why don't you shut up Mr. I-love-Brittnni-but-cant-admit-it -cause-im-an-idiot. CB: She has a point man. Jack: NO ONE ASKED YE YE SUCK! CB: -punches Jack- Me: o oh boy. Review savvy? Jack:…owww.
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