Yes, I know, I should be shot for my lack of updates. But, here it is! I am sorry though, so much has been happening. School, social life, clashing stories and writers block. Possibly the worst combination ever. I hope this quenches your thirst ladies!

Once again, thank you to Puck!


Carolina returned back, placing the tray of food down and sunk back into her seat with a slight awestricken expression upon her pretty features. Jackmade a small approving grunt as he began to man handle the food beforerealizing that Carolina was still sitting in her former state of shock.

"Earth to Lina?" He waved a hand in front of her and she blinked several times before lightly shaking her head. "Ye' alright, love?" He asked with a hint of concern in his tone. Jack was multitasking: gathering his food into his desired order of consumption while caring for Lina.

She nodded, "Yeah, I just…Never mind."

Jack quirked a brow at her, "On contrary, Lina, I'm quite the opposite now."

She chewed her lower lip and he could see the strain in her features as if she was trying to contemplate something. After a few moments she leaned forward, Jack following her, and then she said in a low, slowly voice, "I think I just saw Marilyn Monroe."

Jack maintained his neutral facial expression then burst out in a jolly voice, "Oh, goodie! I 'aven't spoken to Norma Jean in eons! How is the lovely bird?"

Lina furrowed her brow at him, her mouth slightly open from the shock of how to take in Jack's response. She sat back in her seat, her food still untouched whilst Jack was munching down happily, "Jack, are you telling me that I just saw another Guardian Angel? Like you?"

He nodded, his eyes still fixated on his little cup of potato and gravy, "I'd assume so, lovely."

"How is it that you're so unmoved by everything that has happened these past couple of days?" Lina asked, smiling a little at how calm and relaxed Jack was.

Jack looked up at her, his brooding dark eyes glittering at her, "'Ole Jack has seen a lot in his time Lina, darlin'. From cursed crew, to mutiny, escaping gallows, encountering many situations whereas I ended with several female palms smacking me across the face, impersonating a Cleric of England, Amazon women, cannibalistic tribes -"

Lina gave a small chuckle as Jack continued to count out each of his adventures on his fingers.

" …Running into Davy Jones, who might I add is thankfully laying dormant at the bottom of the ocean," he gave a disgusted huff and muttered, "thank ye' gods!" He then continued with a shudder, "And not to mention his terrible Beastie!"

Lina gave him a reassuring rub on his arm, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll never have to face something like that again."

A celestial warmth shot up between them and they just stared at each other, enjoying the sudden feeling. It was an unusual thing, being emotionally and maybe even mentally connected to another being. That meant Jack could genuinely feel the majority of Lina's emotions and vice versa, unless one of them were so determined to hide a certain feeling that will power over-took that one link.

But at that moment, her hand still resting on his forearm, it felt as if tiny warm bubbles were shooting between them. It wasn't very powerful but it wasn't subtle. It was a relaxing feeling.

Lina was contently just watching him until something behind Jack caught her eye. The flickering image of Marilyn was across the food court, her image becoming more shaky and scattered. She pointed past Jack, towards an escalator, "Look! There she is!" Just as the words escaped her mouth,
Marilyn turned to look at them.

Jack spun around in his seat, giving a large grin, waving with a loud yell, "'Ay! Norma!"

She gave that small, soft smile and a wave. Even from this distance, Lina could see that ethereal golden shimmer in the blond bombshells eyes. And just like that, her image flickered a couple more times before disappearing altogether.

Lina frowned, "Jack, where'd she go?"

Jack looked back at her, then pointed, "She's still on the escalator, love."

"I can't see her."

Jack also frowned slightly, "Norma hasn't moved though."

He gave one last wave as the teen boy disappeared on the next level, a confused expression on his face as to why an oddly dressed man was waving and grinning hysterically at him. Jack returned his attention back to his quickly cooling food. Lina only then realised she hadn't touched her food at
all and also began to munch down.

"That's an odd thing now, isn't it?" Jack said more to himself than to Lina, but she replied anyway.

"Yeah, it is isn't it? I mean, one minute I can see her, the next I cant. Maybe I have to focus more? Or try harder?"

"Were you tryin' when ye' first saw her?"

She thought about it for a moment, "No, not at all. I was thinking about food."

Jack shrugged, "Maybe it's just an energy force thing. Like in those Star Wars movies."

Lina laughed, "You watched Star Wars?"

He nodded indignantly, "Of course, love. I have a very big fascination for those little furry men that live in those jungles."

"I fell asleep during that didn't I?" She asked while taking some of his chips.

"Ye' sure did, my darlin' Lina."

-

Dropping all the bags on the living room floor, Jack instantly walked into the kitchen, fetching himself a Pepsi. He fiddled with the silver pin on the top of the can, frustration soon gliding up his face. Lina merely watched from the counter until a full five minutes passed and there was the hissing sound of Jack finally opening the can.

"Finally," he muttered before moving into the living room and slumping onto the couch, "Ye' remember ye' got dancing soon, right love?"

"Shit!" Was her response before bolting over the shopping bags, staggering for a moment, recovering, then disappearing into her bed room.

"Or not", Jack murmured to himself while switching the TV on and channel surfing.

"What time is it?" She called out from her room to Jack.

"'Round ten thirty or so", he called back before switching the TV off and strolling into her room. She had already pulled on some training pants and now adorned a small mid drift top. She was now putting her hair up in a high pony tail.

He eyed her clothing for a moment then stated in an almost fatherly tone, "Don't ye' think that's a bit -" a pause whilst eyeing her once more, "Risqué?"

Lina scoffed, "I'm dancing Jack, I can't wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt," she was now fetching her jazz boots and shoving a couple of CD's into her bag, along with deodorant and her cell phone, "It's not like I'm gonna get picked up or anything."

Jack merely rose an eye brow at her.

"Anyway, I'm gone for three hours which means you can pick some clothes out, perhaps clean up a little and then meet me at the dance studio before the end of class?" She asked with a hopeful smile and a shine in her eyes.

"Aye, of course," he replied while handing her a sweat shirt to put over her. Lina rolled her eyes, obeying the pirate and pulled it over her head. Jack tilted his head, asking, "I'm assuming ye' will ask me to remove me kohl?"

She was at the bedroom door, a playful grin on her face, "Nah, leave it. It looks good."

Jack grinned.

"I'll try to get in contact with me old mates", Jack replied and she gave a nod. She gave him a peck on the cheek, "I'm off. See you around one thirty."

-

I wondered why I could see Marilyn. Or did see Marilyn. At that very moment as I quickly walked
down my street and towards the studio, my mind was buzzing. Too many thoughts for such a small girl!

Jack was in my home, most likely lounging around, watching TV and eating my bag of chips. I snickered, Of course he'd eat my chips.

In a mere couple of days, my life had been thrown overboard. I sniggered at my use of nautical terms. I had been around that dashingly handsome, beautifully structured, drop dead s -

Stopping on the pathway, my eyes widened. You almost said Jack was - No, wait. He's like your Mentor guy! What the hell!

Tilting my head as I pondered around what Jack was or could be labeled as. I began walking again, chewing my lip and forgetting that I was in a busy street. People buzzed past and they were nothing but a blur of clothing to me. My brain was clogged.

So…Jack is alive…ish. A man that has been around for centuries, but is in the body of a man in his mid thirties. That isn't exactly a bad thing, I guess?

I turned into another street and walked another couple of meter's before pushing the door open and stepping into the foyer of my dance school. I muttered a distracted 'Hello' to Jane, the receptionist woman at the desk across from all the dancers on the floor and seats stretching before the next class. There was another door on the left that led to a small canteen and opposite were the toilets. Directly in front of me were huge double doors that led to the studio.

I sighed, rubbing at my temples as I pushed the doors open and entered the studio.

"Hey Lina!" Jen, one of the dancers called out happily while finishing up the contemporary class. I waved at her before sitting behind the class and beginning to stretch. I watched as the dancers did multiple leaps and turns, landing gracefully onto the ground without the smallest sound.

"How do they do that?" I murmured more to myself than to the person next to me. The dancer next to me shrugged.

"No idea, but I know that if I tried that, I'd land flat on my ass", she replied with a small huff. I turned to look at her.

She instantly reminded me of a swan. Long, willowy limbs, soft features and big, blue eyes. Her skin was like milk and her hair was platinum blond pulled into a coil on top of her head. She was definitely model material and I instantly wanted to jab her, but thought better of it.

"Are you new?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah, I transferred from another dance school. Previously a Jazz dancer."

I also nodded, "First time doing funk, or hip hop?"

"Yeah."

I switched legs and began to stretch my hamstrings, "You should do fine. I'm Lina, by the way."

"Beck", she replied with a smile and shook my hand briefly. The Contemporary class finished up and we both stood.

"I've heard about you before", Beck said as we began the warm up.

I turned to look at her while continuing to jump, "Really? What have you heard?"

My eyes lowered as her bosom bounced in time with her jumping and I found myself thinking, If only Jack could see this. Ha.

We broke out into side stretches as she replied, "Just here - heard that you're a pretty good dancer."

I chuckled, gasping a bit from the strenuous work out, "Ha. I wouldn't say good. Just decent."

"That's not what I heard", she gave a warm smile before we both began a routine.

-

Jack wriggled his nose. It wasn't because he had just smelt something odd, but because he was staring at the clothes he had just bought. They were spread across Lina's bed, each shirt in line and each colour clashing with the pants, shoes and accessories.

He rested a hand on his hip, weight averted to his right foot, head tilted and a finger resting on his chin and he thought idly about his change in attire.

"No bloody reason why I should 'ave to change," he murmured to himself as he eyed a pair of black jeans. Skinny leg jeans. "There is no way these are gonna fit."

He picked up the jeans and cringed at them. Sure, he had seen the kids of this era adorned in women's jeans, but then again, he was sure those kids or middle aged men were called Emo. Jack Sparrow is a PIRATE.

Jack went around the bed and picked up a magazine next to Lina's bed. Flicking through the pages, he looked at the way people dressed. Sure, he had seen the change in style and fashion over the years, but it's not like he ever thought about what suited him.

He scoffed at a picture of a man from a punk band who wore skinny black jeans, pink converse shoes and a white shirt with a dinosaur on it, "Ha. Damn land-blubbers an' their clashing attire." Jack then looked down at his own clothes, finding that in some way they weren't so different.

Across the bed there were striped shirts, leather wrist bands, black, red and grape purple assorted long sleeve shirts, his carefully chosen boxer shorts, three denim shorts, two grey and one black with a white skull on the back pocket, a couple singlets, undershirts and lastly, a pair of flannels
with dinosaurs on them.

Jack smiled fondly at them. Who could honestly resist dinosaur sleepwear? Definitely not Jack Sparrow.

His eyes wandered to the three large posters on the lavender walls.

Fall Out Boy.

Taking Back Sunday.

PANIC! At The Disco.

Lina had been into those three bands since she was still a teen. He had seen her get autographs at one of the concerts, he had seen her cheer and sing along and he had seen her frown at the teeny-bopper girls who wore clothes that could fit a toddler wrench.

He eyed the first one, taking in the pop punk, Emo, what ever style of the four boys. Well, they were well close to their early thirties now, but Jack was centuries older. They were still boys.

Lina had placed the Fall Out Boy poster above her bed because, well, she was head over heels for the bassist. The typical dark, brooding, mysterious, clichéd yet true lyricist, gender, age and size clothed confused, publicity loving Pete Wentz.

He scoffed, amused and maybe even a little…jealous?

"Lina could do better," he said to himself, not caring that his voice was loud enough to be heard across the hallway, "no wonder she fell fer' that idiot of a boyfriend. Look's like that Wentz fella'."

Jack had known Lina's on-again-off-again boyfriend for years. John Donaldson. The thing about John Donaldson was that he was toned, was non-conforming, was sweet, caring, loving, funny and a down right sleaze. Jack had even attempted to punch him once, but the fondness Lina held for John only made Jack's fist come flying through the dropkicks body, John unbeknownst to how much damage COULD have happened.

He pushed away the thought of that scoundrel touching Lina and turned his eyes to the third poster. The band was young, non-conforming and dressed in wannabe eighteenth century bombed with black eyeliner and long bangs.

"I'll never understand why they're panicking at a disco", he said to himself, a puzzled expression on his face while eyeing the big, gold text before turning away and returning his attention to his clothes.

"Alright, Jackie-boy," he placed his hands on his hips and sighed, "time fer' random selection!"


I bet your all wondering what he's gonna pick!

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