I awoke the next morning with my head pounding and my vision foggy. I looked down besides me and saw that I was on top of Jack Sparrow; his arm around my waist. I slapped him in the face as hard as I could.
"Bloody hell! What did I do to deserve that?" Jack muttered.
"That's for trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me! And don't you dare try to say I wasn't going to because trust me I know!" I yelled at him. "Low life dog!" I added under a harsh breath.
"I wasn't trying to! I thought we were best friends love?" Jack called out to me as I walked away.
I turned around and withdrew my sword. I threw it randomly and it hit right in-between his legs not to far off from his area. "You stay away from me Jack Sparrow!" I yelled continuing onward with my rampaging march.
Through out that day Jack was always near me but not too close, afraid I guess of what I might do to him. I glanced out of the corner of eyes sometimes and always would I find him staring at me. Like a lost puppy wanting a home to belong to. A home. I needed a place to belong to too. I felt kind of bad for my previous actions.
I still kept my distance though. I stalked him now. I saw what kind of a captain he really was and boy was I worried for him. I knew in the pit of my stomach that he was going to end up killing himself. I frowned. Although I hadn't seen him in the past hour and I was getting curious.
"Hello love!" Jack said popping out from behind me.
I screamed and tripped backwards and almost went over board but his firm hand grasped mine as if he was scared to let go. A loving hand almost. I looked at him fully and sober now and good Lord was he beautiful. Daft but beautiful.
"God are you trying to kill me in one form or another?" I asked regaining my balance.
"I'm sorry but I thought it would be poor to leave things as they were; wouldn't want to give pirates an even worse name in your book now would I?" Jack asked holding his hands up.
"I suppose you're right. I'm sorry it's just so hard for me to trust a pirate, or men to be exact." I sighed knowing it was the harsh truth.
"I can understand." Jack said folding his arms.
"And to think that awful bastard still might be out there." I sighed again.
"Yeah in Davy Jones' locker." Jack said with a laugh.
"Excuse me?" I said turning around.
"I know what he did to you, what he was trying to do to you, and what he hoped he would do to you; even made the mistake of pointing you out to me. Called you his whore." Jack said looking at his compass and frowning.
"Where is he now?" I asked but Jack was silent, messing with his compass. "Jack! Where is he?" I almost screamed now.
"With the fishes now love." He said closing it and sticking it back on his belt and then walked away; and that is when I realized that Jack Sparrow saved me from my worst threat and that he was a pirate and a man, but a good one.
I didn't see Jack that night or any of today. It was evening now and I could see the port in clear distance. I heard footsteps behind me and I spun around to see Jack smiling at me. He came besides me and handed me his compass.
"Open it." He said just looking out at the sea. "Take one good look at where it points and then give it back to me."
"Alright." I said.
I opened the little black case and the needle spun round and then stopped and I saw where it pointed. It was towards Jack. I closed it and gave it back to him. A pirate with a broken compass, I'm sure that was handy. We both looked at the sky now not saying a word. I was still wondering what was the reason of the broken compass. Somebody shouted "Land Ho!" and I felt the ship jerk to a stop. Jack got up to leave.
"It points to the thing you want the most." Jack said over his back and went along his merry way.
He left me there, opened mouthed. Mr. Gibbs came along and told me to get off. So I did, and my first step in Tortuga was a shock. The streets were busy with pirates and fellow whores. I shook the looming thought from my mind and set off to do what I had originally planned; to find survivors from my father's ship and possibly my father.