Welcome Back, Jack Sparrow
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor pretend to own anything affiliate with Disney including the POTC characters, as much as that breaks my heart.
Author's Note: This is my first fic as I mentioned before, therefore any and all advice welcome.
Again, I abhor Mary-Sues and guarantee I will never intentionally create one. But if she seems to be taking on that appeal, let know, please.
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Welcome Back, Jack Sparrow
The Forth Installment
RUM!
As promised, Tara returned at the first available opportunity. As usual, she had with her the basket of dishes and tucked at the bottom as many supplies as it allowed her to carry.
She approached Jack who was leaning against the rocks, mindful of his injuries. There was a look of pure concentration on his face as he stared out into sea. However, the second she was in the area Jack knew. He was never completely off guard, despite what he led everyone to believe.
A drunken smile curved his lips, sober though he might be. That was Captain Jack Sparrow after all. Never let anyone know what they are really working with. There's nothing to use against a man then and always gives him the upper hand. "And again she comes, like the tides. Aren't you getting bored of this?"
"Hardly," She answered back. She sat beside him, placing the basket in front of them. She took a second to smooth out her skirts to ensure nothing showed that shouldn't.
Jack, for his part, examined the basket with curiosity of what it held this time. He was just reaching to remove that top layer to see exactly what it held when her hand grabbed his wrist.
He looked up with a frown, giving her a sharp look. "T'ain't wise woman, grabbing a man like that when he's after something." His smile turned to a smirk at the startled look on her face.
"My name's Tara." She reminded him with a frown, having been off guard when he had spoken in that tone. She had for the time being given up on trying to make him address her in proper terms. That was a fight she would resume another day if at all.
"And are you not also a woman?" He asked smugly, knowing she couldn't deny it.
"As long as you're a conceited ass," she muttered.
"Pirate, actually. Oh, and best watch the mouth lass. People might get the impression you're indecent." He gave her a sarcastic look, letting her take it for what she wished.
"P-pirate?" She blinked and then saw his face. "Don't joke about such things. It's dangerous."
"So is meeting a strange man alone, especially when no one knows you are."
"Spare me your gratitude," she answered him sarcastically. She moved the stuff from the basket, letting him see what was in there after all.
Among the items were two pairs of pants, two shirts, a bottle of rum, some fresh bandages, and some bread, cheese, and small bottle of wine.
"Finally, something agreeable," Jack stated, going straight for the rum.
"Are you hurting that bad?" She asked with a sad look to her eyes.
"Beg pardon?" Jack asked with a blank look, his hand already around the neck of the bottle.
"The rum, I brought it to aid your injury. It'll take out the infection." She replied with her own confusion.
Jack answered her with another blank look. Waste rum… and he had been dry how many days now?! With a snort, he twisted the cork and took a long swallow.
"You ungrateful ass!" Tara growled openly at his attitude. He could have at least just said something.
Jack took another swallow. "Conceited ass actually, remember?" he asked her over the lip of the bottle.
"Fine, do whatever. I was going to keep you company but obviously it's not needed." She stated, standing. Normally such an attitude got her brother to back down and apologize but he just offered her a look that clearly said whatever you want and went back to his drink.
Jack had his rum at the moment, and he needed it. The rest of the world be damned.
"Do as you will then. The food and wine is for you, as are the clothes. I didn't know what would fit so I brought you some of my father's and brother's. If neither works, to bad."
That said, she reloaded her basket and walked into the surf. She didn't bother with the skirts as she knelt, scrubbing the dishes with a vengeance. As soon as she was done she left without a word.
Jack was stilling nursing the bottle. He had a lot to think about still, like how to get back at the inky bastard Davey Jones. No one sank his ship and got away with it. So what if he was more of less the king of the entire ocean?
He was Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?
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And to anyone who read my story, as usual, I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews are greatly appreciated. Remember to let me know if she is turning MarySue-ish or to Plain Jane to be interesting.
Also, not exactly as long as I had originally planned, but that seemed like the perfect ending. I'm off to work on the next chapter now.
Last but not least, I hope I did not confuse anyone by still calling him Jack even after he said his name was John. Naturally in dialogue, unless I slip, Tara will call him John. I'm pretty sure almost everyone gets it but I might be writing it a bit awkwardly and if so just let me know and I will try and explain better. ;)
Later!