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ooc jack and part gibbs
Groaning in pain as my head thumps, I wake slowly to taps by my face. Opening my eyes, I notice Bootstrap. He's smiling down at me and I can't help but let myself smile at him. He stands from his crouch beside me, offering me an arm up. I take it and allow myself to be pulled up by him. He leads me onto deck; I notice it's gotten fully dark since my game of liars dice.
"Pearl, the coast of Tortuga, as you bargained," Jones says bitterly.
I can just make out the shape of the island with all its lights, and I smell rum and gun smoke rolling from the island.
"Jones, you can't mean for me to swim to the island in this state" I hiss in displeasure
He motions for me to go, and I make my way over to the side of the ship, standing on the edge. He turns to walk away.
"You are such a sore loser," I snap at him with a smug smile.
He turns, growling, and I take my moment to leave, jumping over the side and yelling as seawater gets into my wounds. The ship suddenly sinks, and I begin my swim toward the island. I hate that man – no, I really hate that fish.
After maybe half an hour of hard fast swimming and being pushed with the tide, I make it to shore and begin stumbling my way toward the docks. The Black Pearl stood in my view and all I can do is stare until I heard Jack speak.
"We have our heading," Jack calls out in joy, but his voice held something else.
Gibbs says something in what looks to be happiness, but I can't understand him. They begin to move toward the Pearl, and Gibbs is yelling orders.
"Jack!" I call out as he turns away.
He turns to face me slowly and something seems to light up on his face. He runs a few steps toward me and I charge the rest of the way, stumbling into Jacks arms. He pulls me close toward him. My clothes soak into his and I just break. I sink into his arms, his loving embrace. I feel my knees grow weak, and I start to tremble. Jack seems to realize I'm struggling to stand, and he pulls me close and supports my weight as well as his own. I sink in his arms, and he put his head on top of mine and begins to run his fingers through my hair.
"Jaz. God, how I've missed you! I'm never letting you go again, Jazzy, never again," he mumbles softly.
I pull him closer, and he tightens his arms around me and catches the wound down the middle of my back. The scab over my wound pulls away and fresh blood begin to bubble. I can't help but hiss at the pain I feel, and he instantly lets go.
"What's he done to you?" Jack snarls, reaching for my back.
"Let's do this on the ship in a cabin first," I say softly.
He seems to realize where we are and nods, and, lifting me up, walks up the gangplank and onto the ship. He walks us over to Gibbs.
"Jaz, good to have you back," the man says joyfully.
"I love this ship," I say in return. He seems to understand.
"I'm taking Jasmine to our cabin. Do not disturb us unless we are attacked. Even then, knock before entering," Jack says sternly. Gibbs nods.
Jack quickly walks over to the cabin. After backing into the door, he quickly places me on the bed and I can't help but think what we would have done if I hadn't have been taken and if Jones had taken the spot away for good. Jack rummages round in the cupboards and, after a while, he finds what he's looking for: a half empty bottle of rum. I wince a bit, realizing that this is one of our strongest bottles and will hurt when it goes on the wounds. Jack walks out of the cabin, after instructing me to take my shirt off. I do as he says and sit, my back facing the wall behind me. He walks back in and Gibbs follows behind him. I had forgotten that Gibbs was our go to guy for wounds; Jack obviously felt he couldn't do a good enough job. They come round to my back and Gibbs begins to peel the bandages away from my skin. I grit my teeth to stop myself yelling out. He gets down to the last layer, and I can feel that this is the one with the blood soaked through.
"One fast movement, Jaz. After three," Gibbs tells me. I nod, gritting my teeth.
"One," he says slowly.
"Two," he cries and pulls the bandage off, along with all the other scabs that covered the laceration.
I scream loudly at the pain. It burns every part of me. Slowly, I take gasping breaths and focus on anything but the pain. The blood runs down my back and Gibbs quickly wipes it with a rag so that he and Jack can get a good look and see what needs stitches. When enough blood is mopped up and they can see some of the wounds, they each take a breath and Jack comes round to face me.
"What the hell, Gibbs?" I snarl. He doesn't answer.
"What the hell did he do to you?" he asks, nodding slightly.
"He…" I cut myself off with a scream of pain.
Gibbs had poured the rest of the rum onto my back. It hurts. It's like being stabbed multiple times in the same wound; each time the pain goes deeper. It burns my back and I feel as if my body would burn up in the pain.
"Gibbs, you bastard! You never said you were throwing rum all over me!" I yell, beginning to turn and face him.
Jack grabs my arms, pulling me back around to face him. He looks at me with his own pain in his eyes and takes my hand. I squeeze his hand hard and he winces, understanding the pain I feel on some level. God, it hurts! I hadn't had rum thrown on a wound in more than two years and had forgotten the pain it always causes. Gibbs begins to pour some of the rum onto a cloth and he starts rubbing more rum into the deeper parts of my cuts, ignoring the one in the middle of my back. Gritting my teeth to ignore the pain, I focus on Jack who's watching me with curiosity. Gibbs hits my deepest wound and I flinch, pulling away from him and hissing my displeasure.
"Sorry," he murmurs, "Jaz, I'm moving onto the wound in the middle. The one... the one down to your bone."
I wince in pain as he slowly begins to clean it. He hits the bone, and I pull away, quickly tensing.
"Jaz, I'm sorry, but please stop moving and please un-tense so I can help," he whispers.
I wince but slowly relax my body. As he moves the cloth back into my wound, carrying on with cleaning it, Gibbs knocks it. I cry out in pain, and Jack suddenly moves over and his arms circle me, pulling me into his chest. I relax to his touch. Gibbs moves back in and brings in the cloth. I tense up unable to stop it. Jack just pulls me closer when Gibbs hurts it again, and I hiss in pain and try to move forward, but am unable to since I'm in Jack's hold. I wince in pain as Gibbs carries on.
Eventually, he decides he has cleaned it out enough and begins rubbing some antibiotic cream in. I flinch and hiss as he does so. He finishes quickly and hands begin to wrap me back up in bandages. Gibbs neatly ties the end off and disposes of the blooded rags by quickly setting them alight. He turns to me.
"Do not get them wet and God almighty, Jaz, no hard work," he tells me sternly.
I just nod in acceptance and begin to stand.
"Speak to no one about this, Gibbs. It is our secret. You tell anyone, and I will class it as mutiny, understand?" I snap, and then speak again in a softer tone, "Thank you."
He just nods before walking out. Jack pecks my lips before following him out and coming onto deck.
"You're not supposed to be doing hard work back to the cabin," Jack complains.
"Walking is hard work. I'm staying on deck, and don't you dare say I have to go back. I want to be on my ship again. I need to take in its beauty! Please," I beg.
"Fine, but don't work too hard," he tells me before wandering up to the helm.
"Well, well. I had wondered where you were when Sparrow showed up without you," a voice calls from behind me.
I turn slightly and face the voice.
"Norrington?" I ask the man.
"Pearl." He nods.
"You've looked better, Norrie, a lot better." I smirk.