Well this is the chapter that gave me inspiration for a short probably three chapter story. The little flashback bit he has will be written into a short story from Angelica's p.o.v so look out for that being uploaded within the next couple of days :) And follow me on twitter for updates :D And R&R me lovelies xxx
Oh, and big thank you to Tsuruya-san88 for the suggestion of what to call this chapter!
I is for… Incomplete
Gibbs looked up at his Captain, concern written across his face. Jack hadn't been acting like himself for days; he had hardly touched his rum either. Sighing, Gibbs walked up the steps to the helm.
"Jack. What's wrong?" The Captain looked up, ready to say something. "And don't try tellin' me to mine me own business cos I can tell somethin's botherin' you." he added quickly before the Captain could say anything. Jack sighed.
"I'm not quite sure. I just… don't feel like meself."
"Any ideas why?"
"No. It's strange. I don't like it."
"Cap'n, could it possibly have somethin' to do with Miss Angelica?"
Jack shrugged. "Could do, mate. But I've left her before and never felt like this."
"Maybe your feelings…" Jack frowned. "…er your stirrings, could have grown stronger this time?"
Jack contemplated this. He had felt rather protective of Angelica this time, and he had been terrified when she got cut by the poisoned blade. He sighed.
"Why can't she be like those women in Tortuga, eh? Why can't I just have me fun and be done with her?" He grumbled.
"She's different, Jack. Like it or not, she's come to mean somethin' to you. And I think you've known she was different from the day you met her."
"I don't like it, mate." Jack said, but he couldn't deny what Gibbs had said. It was true. He had been looking for a brothel when he stumbled through a ground floor window into the convent that night, looking to have a bit of fun…
"'Scuse me, miss." He had said to the only young woman in the room. She didn't look like any of the normal brothel whores, but this was Spain. Maybe things were different here? The young woman had turned in fright, and yet behind the fear in her eyes was something else. Curiosity. "Is this a brothel?"
"N…n…no. This is a convent." She stuttered.
"Oh. Bugger."
The girl looked as if she was about to say more when there was a knock at her door.
"Miss Angelica?" a voice called. Now the girl looked worried.
"Hide!" she whispered, and then "Just a moment!"
She had helped him into her closet, closing the door firmly before answering the door to her room. When she finally let Jack out, she sighed. "You should not be here."
"Apologies. I'll be going." He started to go back towards the window.
"No!" she called quietly. "Don't go. You are a… pirate, are you not?"
He nodded hesitantly. "Aye. Captain Jack Sparrow." He made a slight sweeping bow.
"Angelica Malon." She nodded her head. "Please, stay. I want to hear about the sea."
And so they had spent the night talking about the sea, Jack telling her about his many adventures whilst she had listened, fascinated by them all. When he had finally left, it was with a promised that he would return the next night. He hadn't really intended to keep that promise, but something had made him go back. Gibbs was right. There had been something there from the start and whatever it was, it had made him go back that next night and was making him feel like this now. He was incomplete.