Title: Send Her My Love Title: Send Her My Love
Pairings: JS/OC, WT/ES
Overview: The Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow has had interesting acquaintances and activities in the past. This story is of a chain of many events that have gone awry, and come back to haunt him.
Disclaimer: I wants it I wants it I wants it! …But sadly a temper tantrum won't win anyone anything. –sighs-
A/N: Yays to reviews! –dances for joy- I am supposed to be working on some stuff for French and Biology classes, however, I'm lazy, ergo, no work. Just stories. –grins- I doubt anyone here has any issues with that.
Silly procrastinating Saoirse, eh?
To my lovely reviewers!
HeavenlyKitty, personally, I can't wait to find out what happens too. My muse hasn't let me in on that part of the story yet.
To Sirenne Claire, yes, I liked the cuteness too. –grins- However, the opinion that Jack isn't smart is rather biased, as it is Payton's opinion, and she's rather peeved at him if you recall?
Nothing much else to talk about here, except I've been working on the last few chapters for the second story (yes, bizarre I know, but blame my stupid muse, and Isabella for humouring me, and not beating me some more with her heavy books). As a note, I may be taking a break after this story, though with my crazy deadlines, I rather need one now… -shifty eyes-
Oh, and a shout out to Sabzs, who is an incredible writer/author type person. Please take a look at her story, Tortugan Beginnings. It absolutely blew my mind when I found out that she was only fourteen/fifteen years of age. I bow to her greatness! If only I could write that well. -tears-
Storyness! –BAMF!-
Chapter Twelve: Fancy Meeting You Here
Where more disputes arise, the full extent of the damage of the Black Pearl is evident, and we stop on a familiar island to make repairs. (Heh heh heh, I like this chapter…)
Dying rays from a late afternoon Caribbean sun shone over the bed where two bodies lay, breathing deeply, twined together as if they were one. This peace would not last long though.
The seas were calm, the storm dissipated, and disappeared. Some crewmembers wandered around the deck, cleaning up the mess, making status reports on the damage done to the Black Pearl. A few sails were ripped, and one of the masts was a bit worse for wear, but aside from that, not much else was visible.
Just because something isn't visible doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Mister Gibbs stood assessing the damage and the activity on deck. He was loath to bother his captain, however, he felt that there was no other course to take until they had a heading. He knocked on the door to the cabin quietly, and heard a muffled grumble.
"Capt'n? What's our heading?"
There was no response, so Gibbs knocked again, more insistently. "Capt'n?" Another grumble, then, "Come in." Gibbs opened the door cautiously, and entered the room.
"Capt'n?"
The quiet response came from the lump on the bed. "Aye Mister Gibbs? What is so important that ye must disturb me?"
"Well, er, Capt'n, we be needing a heading, aye?"
Slight movement from the lump. "Head ta the nearest island for repairs."
"Aye Capt'n, but what direction?"
A groan. A tanned arm appeared from the lump, the hand bejewelled with rings. "Head in a… round about…" The hand moved to and fro as the Captain seemed to be thinking. "That way direction." The hand pointed left, then disappeared again.
"Aye Capt'n." He didn't leave, and Jack uttered a sigh of exasperation.
"What else Mister Gibbs?"
"The girl sir, is she alright?" He asked concerned.
Movement from the lump indicated a nod. "Aye Mister Gibbs, she'll be just fine, if ye leave, savvy?"
"Aye Capt'n. Right away." Mister Gibbs quickly exited the cabin, shutting the door behind him.
Jack would have been fully content to go back to sleep, except for the fact that the body beside him began to move, a groan coming forth from the girl's lips. He grinned, and placed an arm around her waist.
"Good afternoon luv. How are ye feeling?"
Another groan, and Payton lifted a hand to her head. "God Almighty, I feel like I've been mauled by a giant Kracken!"
Jack winced at her choice of words. "Ye didn't seem ta be doing too well when I stumbled upon ye luv."
She started to roll over to face him, and then hissed as she put pressure on her bruise. "Oh God…"
Jack pulled down the covers to get a better look at her. "Payton? What's wrong?" She moved a hand down to her ribs, and whimpered as even the light amount of pressure caused intense pain. Her face became a grimace, and Jack became more worried. He instinctively removed her hand from her side.
"May I look luv?" A slight nod was all that Jack needed to pull the covers down further to look at her side. It was the cool breeze across her which finally alerted Payton to the fact that she was indeed in a bed, completely nude, with Captain Jack Sparrow.
If she had the energy to scream, she would have. Instead, she settled for rolling back over onto her good side, covering her chest, and giving Jack a frightening glare over her shoulder. He backed off slightly, holding his hands up in front of him. "Don't kill me luv, ye were freezing cold. If I hadn't, ye might've died!"
The glare intensified, but she said nothing, turning away to look at the wall across from her. Cautiously, he moved closer, and took a look at her side.
"I can see why it hurts luv." He finally said, resting his hand back on her hip.
"Hmmm?" She refused to look at him.
Frustrated, Jack closed his eyes, and counted to ten before continuing. "Ye've hit yer side pretty hard from the looks of it, there's a huge black 'nd purple bruise on yer ribs luv."
She looked at him over her shoulder for a moment, then turned away again.
"Are ye going ta tell me how it happened luv?" He pried carefully.
"No."
Great, she's being childish again.
"Well, ye know luv…" He was smirking again, and she did not like where this was going. "Seein' as I didn't find that one, perhaps I should take a full look at ye, just ta make sure I didn't miss anything else."
He started to move his hand down from her hip, following the curve of her body, pushing the blanket off her at the same time.
With an enraged noise, Payton sat up facing him. She was ready to yell at him for his behaviour, but then noticed that he was looking six degrees too far south.
"Jack!" She slapped him across his face, actually making his face turn the other way. Grumbling to herself, she pulled the covers off the bed, putting them around her and she stood up, looking around the cabin for her clothing.
Jack held his cheek, watching Payton, highly amused. "Luv, I wouldn't be doing that if I were you…" He trailed off, noticing that she had started to sway dangerously. With a curse, he jumped up off the bed, and managed to catch her before she fell over.
"An' that luv, is why we don't stand up after being hit on the head." He smirked, bringing her back to the bed. He heard a faint mumble, which may have been something along the lines of 'Shut up Jack Sparrow', but as Payton had fallen asleep again, he decided to let her rest. Placing her down gently on the bed, he stood up and stretched. Finding his boots, hat and coat where he had discarded them earlier that day, he put them on, and headed out to the deck.
"Mister Gibbs? What is the status of my ship?" Jack had wasted no time after leaving his cabin in finding his first mate, who was watching over the crew.
"Well Capt'n, she seems ta be in good shape, over all. There's been reports of a bit of leaking in bow of the ship, but asides from that, not too much ta worry about."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Leaking?"
"Aye, not too much Capt'n, just a pin hole really." Gibbs assured Jack.
"Has anyone found the source of said leak?" He looked upward to watch the men in the rigging.
"No Capt'n, but there are four men below looking for it."
"Very well Mister Gibbs. Oh, and have someone on galley duty, Payton will be unable to do so for a little while." Gibbs nodded, and headed off to do as Jack asked. Jack on the other hand, went to the helm to relieve Mister Cotton.
It was late in the night now, and Jack remained at the wheel. A fair wind was pushing the ship towards a group of islands, which for some reason looked oddly familiar to him. He shrugged off this feeling, waiting for the bell which would allow him to go and rest, and check up on Payton.
Jack definitely missed her cooking. Mister Gibbs had been the only one who could fill in, and while Rum Soup was enjoyable, it wasn't as good as what Payton would come up with. He sighed, looking at the horizon.
When did this happen? When did it all get so complicated? I used to be able just to sail to the horizon, with no worry… when did it all change?
A little while later, Jack heard the bell, and saw an unknown crewmember come to relieve him. Jack nodded to the man, and disappeared to his cabin.
Payton hadn't moved from where he had left her. And she was still not wearing clothing. He had a feeling that she hadn't woken since he placed her in the bed. He paused at his desk, taking off his hat and coat, pondering what he should do. He could be a gentleman, and sleep on the chair, but that wasn't that comfortable. Or he could do as he wanted, and sleep beside her. He figured that would get him another sore cheek.
However, the bed won out as he heard her gasp as she tried to roll over.
"Silly girl… ye'll get yerself more hurt if I don't make sure yer not going to do something incredibly stupid."
Taking off his boots and shirt, he lay down beside Payton, pulling her towards him, being carefully not to aggravate the bruise on her side. She gave a contented sigh – which led him to question why she was so perturbed that he was in bed with her earlier. Moments later he too had fallen into a dreamless sleep.
In the morning, Jack was jolted out of his sleep by an insistent hammering on the door. He heard Payton groan beside him as he stood up.
"Wha' is it?" She asked sleepily.
Jack grinned. "Don't worry luv, I'll take care of it."
An indiscriminate response was heard from her before she fell asleep once more. He headed to the door and wrenched it open.
A startled and anxious Mister Gibbs stood before him. "Cap'n! The leak is much worse, there's a hole in the hull of the Pearl."
Jack let out a stream of curses. "How far are we from the island?"
"Not too far Capt'n, we should make it before…"
"Don't even think that Mister Gibbs." Jack walked to his desk and grabbed his shirt. "ALL HANDS ON DECK!"
The Pearl was riding lower and lower into the water, and Jack was getting more and more worried. "C'mon love, get us through this…" He pet the rail of his ship.
The island was close now. And Jack now knew why he had recognized it from a fair distance away. It was the last place in the world he wanted to be. The island where Barbossa had marooned him, not once, but twice.
"Why does it always have to be this island?" Jack grumbled bitterly.
"Pardon Capt'n?"
"Nothing Mister Gibbs." Jack sighed.
Ten minutes later, the ship was beached on the beach, and the crew was getting off to assess the damage to the hull. Jack was down first. The hole was about the size of his hand, so admittedly not too large. However, the location of the hole was annoying, just below the water line, and just out of sight.
"Alright, we need wood ta get this fixed. We also need ta bail out the bottom of me Pearl. Some of ye can do the bailing, as for the rest, go find some trees on this wretched spit of land, and get chopping."
The crew moved off to do so. Gibbs and a few other crewmembers remained behind to speak with Jack.
"Capt'n?"
Jack turned to look at Gibbs. "Mister Gibbs?"
"I figured that we should be settin' up a camp sight, after all, this won't be done in a day."
The captain nodded. "Right you are Mister Gibbs. Get along then." He shooed the gathered members off, and grabbed the rope to hoist himself back up onto the ship. The stern of the Pearl was still in water, while the bow was beached. Jack walked to his cabin.
He opened the door to see Payton sitting in the middle of the bed, holding the sheets around her protectively.
He moved further into the room, closing the door behind him. Silence swirled around them. "Scared luv?"
She shook her head, watching him come closer. She didn't move, regarding him through half lidded eyes. He closed in on her quickly, he was standing at the side of the bed. She licked her lips nervously. He looked down at her, his dark eyes burning was passion, she would have backed away if her whole body had not turned to jelly.
Jack ran a finger down her cheek, causing her to close her eyes and shiver. He chuckled. Moving closer, as if to kiss her, he leaned down by her ear.
"C'mon luv, get some clothes on. We're makin' repairs ta the Pearl." He whispered, before standing up and looking around the cabin.
Payton kept her eyes closed for a moment. I'm going to kill him. Again. She stood up, pulling the blanket around her.
"Question Jack… where are my clothes?"
He looked back over at her, seeing the lightly tanned skin beneath the red of the blanket. That is a very nice combination…
"There should be some in chest over there." He walked to it, and rifled through it, knowing that Payton would have a hard time leaning down giving her bruise. "Ah, here were are…" He threw a pair of pants and a shirt over at her. "Oh, and we can't forget this…" He pulled out a dark purple corset, and walked over to hand it to here. "There ye are."
"Now if you could vacate the premises?" Payton waved her hand to the door.
"Why would I want ta do that luv?" He smirked at her. She growled in annoyance.
"At the very least turn around then." She gave up trying to fight with him, for now.
"As ye wish darlin'." He obediently turned around and waited for her to change.
She walked to the bed, and sat down, pulling on her pants with little difficulty. When she had to put on the shirt though, it was a little more troublesome. Lifting her arms caused severe pain, so when she moved her arm up to put it through the sleeve, she grit her teeth in pain, nearly having to stop. Tears prickled her eyes, but she ignored them. After a few moments, she had the shirt on, and was looking at the corset hopelessly.
"Jack?" The question was tentative.
He turned back around to look at her. "Aye luv?"
"I don't think I can wear that." She pointed at the corset on his bed.
He waved his hand. "Ye look fine without it. Let's go ta the island luv." She nodded, and followed him to the deck and off the Pearl.
Jack had made sure she didn't get hurt any further than she was. Taking her over to where the crew was making up the campsite, he had instructed her to stay put and not do anything stupid.
She had glared at him, but sat down on the warm sand. Anamaria had approached her shortly thereafter.
"How are ye feelin' Payton?" Anamaria sat down beside the girl.
Payton shrugged. "Reasonably well, my rib hurts a bit, and I'm a bit dizzy, but that'll pass in time, I'm sure."
Ana nodded. "So, what did Jack do when he came down after I left?"
Payton grinned at her friend. Who said pirates can't gossip too?
"Actually, it was rather surprising… he came down, and was so angry. He's rather frightening at times. But, he pinned me against the wall, and…"
"And?" Ana looked at Payton's blushing cheeks. "No, he didn't!"
"He kissed me."
Ana practically laughed in triumph. "I knew it! Now, tell me that he doesn't feel something for you Payton."
Payton blushed brighter red. "You don't have any proof…" She trailed off weakly as Anamaria gave her an incredulous look.
"No proof? How many times has he kissed you now?"
Payton paused to think. "Um… twice."
"Twice, and ye still think he doesn't care for you?"
Payton muttered something under her breath about prying friends, which caused Ana to laugh at her.
"I'm not prying, I'm just trying ta get you ta see the obvious silly girl."
"If it was obvious I would have seen it, now wouldn't I?" She responded smartly.
"Now now, calm down. Ye just can't seem ta see it, that's all."
Payton rolled her eyes. "That's because it's not there."
"Yes it is. You have ta be able ta see it?"
"There's nothing to see." Payton responded stubbornly, causing Ana to roll her eyes.
"Fine, fine. Ferget I said anything. I've got to get some more wood for the fire. I'll be back in a bit." Payton nodded as the other woman walked off, shaking her head in amused frustration.
A little later on in the day, Jack sat down next to Payton.
"Good afternoon darlin'. How are ye feelin'?"
"Reasonably well. How are the repairs going?"
Jack looked over the Black Pearl. "Eh, they go, they go." The two of them lapsed into companionably silence. Then Jack spoke. "I've been here before."
Payton turned to look at him. "Oh? When?"
"T'was a while ago. I was marooned here by a first mate who stole me Pearl."
"Someone stole the Pearl?" She looked at him in shock.
"Aye, Hector Barbossa. Don't imagine ye've heard of the lout, have ye?" When Payton shook her head, he continued. "Doesn't matter. We'll leave it at he mutinied, and marooned me here. And then he marooned me again."
Payton raised an eyebrow. "Twice?"
"Aye, twice. And he stole me Pearl twice too." He was staring off at the horizon, a strange look on his face.
Payton laughed. "Sounds like you and he had an interesting time of things."
Jack looked at her strangely for a few moments. "Ye could say that, aye."
Payton cleared her throat, aware of the awkward silence which descended. "Would there happen to be any food on this island?"
Jack seemed to be thinking. "Given all what Lizzie burnt on the last stay here, I would think not… though those banana trees look new."
"Lizzie?" Payton asked carefully.
"Ye'll meet her eventually." He waved his hand dismissively. Payton rolled her eyes, and stood up, dusting off her pants with a hand. Walking to the tree, she looked up.
"Hmmm… Yes, we have some bananas." She smiled over at Jack, who stood up to follow her. Payton reached up with her good side, and managed to pull down a stalk of bananas, the tree was rather short.
"Ah, excellent. Pass one here luv."
A thought occurred to Payton, and she grinned most evilly. "Dance monkey, dance."
Jack growled, moving closer to her. "Woman! Food, now!"
She moved further away from him. "Get yer own Sparrow."
"Captain Sparrow!" He continued pursuing her.
"Who is lacking a boat."
"Ship!" He lunged to grab her, and she moved around a tree, again just out of his grasp.
"You're still lacking it." She smirked at him.
"It's being repaired…" He grumbled slightly, and she laughed at him, letting her guard down.
"You can't sail with it though."
Seeing the opening, he pulled her to the ground, with him over top of her. Payton stubbornly held onto the bananas, breathless laughter on her lips.
"Give me the bananas." He demanded.
"No." She grinned up at him, despite the stern expression on his face. He leant down closer to her.
"Bananas. Now." His proximity was making her dizzy, but she held onto the fact that she had the bananas, and he didn't.
"No. No bananas for you."
The rest of the crew remained oblivious to this, being so focussed on their tasks. Except for of course, Anamaria, who had come back with firewood to find Payton missing, and had gone to try to find her. Seeing her captain and good friend laying on the sand, she sniggered, and walked back to the campsite, making a note to herself to talk to Payton later.
"No bananas?" Jack breathed.
"N-no bananas." She responded, licking her lips nervously. She could hear her heart hammering away in her chest as he moved even closer. He brushed her lips with his own.
"Are you sure there are no bananas for me?" She could feel his smirk against her lips.
"There are no bananas for you." Payton swallowed nervously. And then he kissed her, and anything that she was thinking flew out of her head.
It was sweet at first, gentle. Then it grew in passion, he flicked his tongue against her lips, making her opening hers. She could feel him, and she was dazed completely, the intensity overwhelming. He explored her mouth with his tongue, until she fought back against him with her own. She felt him grin again, but he back off, holding the stalk of bananas.
"Thanks luv." And he turned and walked away from Payton, leaving her laying on the sand behind him.
I'm going to kill him.
Yays! Long chapter! So, review please!
Oh, and just as a comment, Jack Sparrow without a shirt equals DROOL!