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http:// i12.tiny / 8b44c42 .jpg -- Lucas Hart
http:// i11.tiny / 6l9n8ea .jpg -- Angelina Lewis
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I hope you enjoy this chapter! And the little tidbit of lyrics is from Lucas Prata's and Reina's 'Love of my Life.' One of my favorite songs and gave me the idea of the chapter. Enjoy!
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Tortugan Beginnings
Fireflies
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It was loud. It smelled of rum. Audrina was drunk and Jack was sober. It was almost too good to be true. Yet somehow, it felt familiar to Jack. With a sardonic grin, he remembered this was he believed the second or third time he had tried this. Still, it was to no avail. She was still pure (in a way) and he was still lusting after her. Tonight that would change.
It had to. Or his name wasn't Captain Jack Sparrow. If it was not to happen, just call him the Whelp, the eunuch. Just call him Will Turner. He grinned. He had to have her.
He had to.
The surface of the Caribbean ocean was placid, like a looking glass reflecting back their reflections. The soft slap of the waves against the hull soothed Audrina and she seemed so calm, so serene. Jack studied her, he was practically reading her. He was studying her like a well written book. What could he say to get her to be with him? How could he seduce her? Jack was pondering, pondering as she slowly swayed drunkenly with the soft swaying of the ship.
It was tempting him. He could hardly resist her. But he was pulled out of his thoughts by the gentle slur of her usually sharp edged voice.
"I've always loved the stars, Jack." She slurred rather softly, gazing up at the night sky with saucer eyes, in total awe.
Jack glanced at her and back at the black darkness ahead of him. The distance unknown, the beyond only an enigma. Then his eyes went to the sparkling creatures stuck in the sky, twinkling and glimmering like the diamonds upon Audrina's neck. "Everyone does, luv. I'd say they were entrancin'. Myself, I prefer diamonds and rubies rather then those little twinklies."
"I'd say fireflies stuck in the darkness." She grinned. "Are dey really firefly creatures, Jack? I know yer not as stupid as ya look."
He frowned. Oh it was meant as a compliment but it came out not as she intended. Jack only found it slightly amusing.
"Sticks and stones, luv." He started with a joking smile.
"They're whatever you want them to be, luv. If you want them ter be fireflies," he leaned in to her ear. "…then let them be fireflies." He paused and breathed softly on the tender spot of her neck for good measure. Leaning back, he flashed a gold rimmed smile. "Life is only as good as ya make it, luv. Ya wanna pretend like them twinklies are fireflies, I'd be damned if they weren't, 'Rina!"
Audrina shuddered from the warmth of his breath on her neck. She shuddered from the intimacy of the situation. He was making her shudder. "Let them be fireflies!"
"Let them be fireflies." He edged; his voice low and somewhat seductive and entrancing.
Jack suddenly realized they were alone. The party had moved to the other side of the deck. He could see the forms of Angelina and Lucas on the barrels, he heard the low baritone voice of Gregory Adams, and he could practically smell the alcohol. Yet, he didn't want to be anywhere but standing on that deck next to a drunken Audrina. Well, that was a small lie. He did want to be in her bunk. Or rather her in his. That would be rather spectacular.
"Tell me, Jack." She said, tilting her head to the side. "Tell me, why do yer act the way you do?"
Why did she sound so sober all of a sudden? Jack blinked. She was damn unpredictable. And a bit random. It almost caught Jack off guard but really, he was never caught off guard. More like surprised in a pleasant manner.
"Why does anyone act the way they do? Now you tell me that." He retorted. "Did I ever mention yer quite the unpredictable vixen?"
Audrina looked back out to the ocean. She ignored his last comment. "Our mummies and daddies. That's what. They mold us into these bleedin' creatures. We don't do any good. People in general are basically here to cause chaos. It's always been like that."
"I'd agree." Jack nodded. He snaked an arm around her shoulders and carefully placed each finger on her revealed bronze flesh of her shoulder. "But that's what makes life fun, luv. Wouldn't ya agree?"
"Yer intolerable!"
"Yer mean adorable!"
Audrina smiled. "Aye, that's what I mean…." She slurred. She sounded drunk again.
Jack felt incredibly pleased all of a sudden. Pleased, in fact, was an understatement. A severe understatement.
"Let's dance." Audrina urged while grabbing his rough hand and leading him (rather drunkenly) back to the party.
Jack, however, had other intentions for the night.
Like
fireflies in fairy tales
Like shooting stars and wishing wells
Like happy endings rising after the storm
Audrina remembered these words suddenly, her hand tightened around Jack's as she sauntered over the deck. They were so familiar. And she could hear her mother's voice. God, how she missed her. She missed the way she sang, the way she smelled. But slowly Antoinette Hart was fading from her daughter's mind. The way her dark green eyes twinkled in the morning sunlight was being forgotten, the way her hair smelled after being washed with lavender. It was all slowly fading.
But that song wasn't. She remembered it like yesterday.
It was the fireflies. God, how they made her heart flutter. Or maybe it was something else all together.
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"May I have this dance, darlin'?" Francis Owen asked with an outstretched hand.
Angelina blinked and glanced at Lucas nervously. He did not look very pleased with the large, cheerful man. "I…..uh…..I don't…..I don't know, sir." She stuttered. "I do not believe I could dance very well….."
Owen's large belly shook and trembled with a deep rumbling laughter. He shook his head at her. "Nonsense, darlin'!
She would not meet his gray eyes. In a way, he was frightening her. "I apologize, sir." She murmured, her frail body was shaking now.
"No need to apologize, missy!" He bellowed, a cheerful grin entrancing his bear like features. "Do yer want ter learn ter dance, pretty darlin'?"
"I don't know….Mister Owen."
"Lemme teach ya!" He urged further. "And Mister Owen was my bible fearin' godforsaken father! Call me Owen, little darlin'."
Lucas moved to his feet from the barrel, his hand grasping the hilt of his sword. "Owen, I do not think she wants to dance with you, mate." He said quietly but forcefully, the anger in his voice rising steadily. No, he was not mean about it, only forceful.
Francis looked from the dark look in Lucas' turquoise irises to the frightened blue ones of Angel's. He didn't know what to make of it. "Lucas, m'boy, if yer wanted to dance with the girly, no needin' to get mad at me. Just ask her, lad!"
His cheeks flushed a deep red. He could not control the pounding within his chest. Lucas turned to the trembling Angel. Then he turned back to Owen. "I don't think so. Forgive me for my outburst, mate. I'm going to take her back to her cabin."
Usually, Owen would have supplied a suggestive comment. Yet, he did not at this moment. "Well….er….have fun, lad!" He did not mean it in a suggestive way at all.
"Come on, Miss Lewis. Let's go back to your cabin." Lucas supplied with a grin. She nervously nodded her head.
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Several hours, a few more drinks, and a few dances later…
Audrina looked around rather nervously. They were in his cabin. Alone. Audrina was beginning to get quite nervous.
Jack sauntered over to her. "Audrina, I never really got ter apologize fer makin' yer faint and what not."
She lifted a brow curiously. She was speechless for a moment. Jack Sparrow apologizing to her? "Er….don't let it happen again."
He was walking towards her. They were so close. Tenderly, he moved a strand of hair from her turquoise eyes. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'll guarantee that it won't. Pirate's honor, mate."
Audrina smirked. "Pirate's honor? That's a bleedin' contradiction." The smirk only widened further. "Do yer even know what contradiction means?" And then mockingly she added, "…mate?"
"Ouch. Real ouch, luv. Why does everyone seem ter underestimate me? It really is quite….stupid. It's quite ironic, really." He slurred further.
"Ironic? Really? Bleedin' God yer do have a vocabulary larger then two words!" She annoyed further, using the opportunity to move away from his calculating black eyes and towards the bunk.
This was unintentional. She just happened to walk in the direction. It was meant for Jack to go bugger off. However, the ambitious pirate did not catch on. In fact, it only edged him further. The term, 'undressing with your eyes' could most definitely be applied to the situation because that was what Jack was doing. Undressing Audrina with his black eyes and the bunk only helped his enthusiasm.
He grinned with a little inner arrogance. "Patience is key, luv." He walked over to her.
Why was his hand on the revealed flesh of her shoulder? Why did it move down to her collarbone, the thumb fingering the hardness of the bone? Audrina did not know. She was at a loss for words. Why was he so Goddamned arrogant? She would have liked to say she was furious. She would have been delighted to make him feel the sting of a slap. But she felt a need for his touch. She stopped her train of thought suddenly.
No, Audrina Hart did not fall for a man such as Jack Sparrow. And Jack Sparrow simply did not fall for any woman.
"Yer tryin' ter hard." She slurred. Why was her drunken demeanor returning? Why had this intimacy suddenly bring about the alcohol in her bloodstream? She had mustered up the courage to tell him no. Well rather she implied it.
He felt like she had just slapped him in the face. She said no.
And the chase was still on.
Playing hard to get, Audrina Hart? Jack Sparrow always gets what he wants. It's about time she understood such things.
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"I hope you are well adjusted, Miss Lewis." Lucas crooned with the blonde on his arm.
She left his arm and moved into the cabin and turned to grin back at the handsome boy. "Thank you." She said quietly, her blue eyes moved away from his curious bronze face. Timidly, she added, "Would you like to stay? I mean….I mean only for a little while."
She looked up suddenly to see an amused smile on his face. Her eyes widened and she looked down immediately. "I apologized, Mister Hart. It-it was stupid of me to even suggest such a thing."
Lucas shook his head and walked toward Angel. He could still hear the drunken voices outside the cabin. He could still hear the harmonica and the bangs of a hand drum. He liked the Pearl. He liked it for calmness of the ship, the honesty. And then there was the fact that it brought Angel for him. Lucas only knew one thing. His feelings for the abused blond haired, blue eyed darling were real.
"Don't apologize, miss."
Angel nodded meekly and retrieved a chair near the small bookcase in her room. With a longing in her eyes, she gazed at the spines of the books. With an outstretched hand, she touched the delicate spines. Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, the Odyssey. They were all lined up, the leather of the books almost perfect from being rarely used. Lucas tilted his head slightly and was at her side.
She looked at him with such a longing in her eyes. "I'm too simple to read. Master told me that."
Lucas put his strong arms around such a delicate, porcelain body. Her poor body was shaking in his arms. Out of fright, out of sadness, out of happiness, Lucas didn't know or care. He wanted to stay like this forever with his face buried in her blonde hair and her tears soaking his white shirt. He was soothing her. His mouth was by her ear now. "He's a bastard, Angel. You can do anything you like. Promise me, Angel, that you will stop calling him master."
He regretfully loosened his grip on her and looked at her wet eyes. "You must sever these chains of bondage."
He sounded so articulate. He sounded so forceful and so right. He sounded so intelligent. Lucas knew what he was doing, what he was saying. 'You must sever these chains of bondage.' It sounded like a line copied out of Edgar Allen Poe or even perhaps a writer of even more sophistication. Angelina stared at him for a few moments and out of embarrassment averted her water filled blue eyes.
"I can't." She murmured; her voice low and nearing inaudible. But Lucas didn't need to hear it. It was all plastered on her face.
How he wanted to kiss her. He couldn't though. It would be like betraying her. It would be like ripping her apart. Kissing Angelina Lewis was almost like ravaging her. It was far too personal; it would be too much for her. But how he wanted it. He yearned to feel the softness of her rosy lips against his own. God, how he wanted her. It was almost too much to bear.
Lucas shook his head and retrieved, 'The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet' from the book shelf. He placed it in her hands. "Angelina, don't ever say you can't. Don't ever say it's impossible. Doing that, it just removes the hope of what could be." He paused and stopped the wipe the wet tears from her porcelain cheeks. "Promise it to me."
"What am I promising?" She said meekly, her eyes focused on the bunk instead of his handsome face.
"Promise that you will try and break the chains he wrapped around you. You are not his slave. You are Angelina Lewis. You're beautiful and you're free. So don't ever say it's impossible."
She couldn't help but smile at him. He was so passionate. But she thought inwardly how he had called her beautiful. It was that that made her heart soar.
"I promise, Lucas." She whispered and she wanted to touch his lips so badly with her own.
But she never got the chance as he just smiled and left before she could tell him how she felt. As he left, she retreated to her bunk. "I promise, Lucas. I promise."
Sever these chains of bondage. Angelina was going to do just that.
And in the near future, she found out she couldn't. And she wouldn't. It was too hard and Angelina wasn't much of a fighter.
