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P.S: WOO CHAPTER 10!

The heart dies a slow death. Shedding each hope like leaves, until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains. – Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

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Chapter 10: You, And Only You.

A month had passed and left Katherine in a whirlwind of emotion. She was withheld in a limbo of suppressing her affections for the wondrous and incredible Jack Sparrow.

She had to come to terms with herself. To face reality; She loved him. That much was obvious. Katherine found herself dreaming of him almost every other night; that he would show up at the doorstep like last time, awaiting her, or he would climb to her balcony window, soaked by the rain and dreadfully handsome, asking to stay the night and hide from the legion.

When she wasn't dreaming of the breathtaking swashbuckler, she was writing in her small, leather bound journal of her descent into love for Jack. It was if she couldn't get a hold of her emotions, and even if she was somewhat able to, it was never for long anyway.

Thankfully, Elizabeth hadn't noticed a change in her friend. The brunette was sure that her bloomers would bunch up if she found out about Katherine's admiration for the pirate. Oh good God; she was already starting to think like the man too.

In all honesty, she wanted to sail around the world with him; just to be at his side at all times, but Jack was a free man, bound by no woman; his only loves being the sea, the Pearl, and rum. There was gossip that he had fallen in love only once, with a Spanish woman, but most of those who had heard it assumed it was only a passing rumor with no truth.

Women all over the world wanted and adored this man; and Katherine was sure that he knew this and reveled contentedly in that fact. She had recalled when they docked at Tortuga and they had stopped by the Faithful Bride for a moment while Jack had a swig of the tavern's rum. The women were practically drooling over the sight of the infamous captain.

Although, one would assume that Jack Sparrow would desire a woman who was just as uncanny and clever as he was; a pirate of sorts. A woman more threatening than the sea itself with a will as strong as a lion.

But Katherine, no, she was far too demure and lighthearted to take on a pirate's life, not to mention she was the daughter of a fairly well known military man. She was positive that Jack saw her as nothing more but a way to spend his free time. To be a gentleman and take her aboard his ship for a week or so and guide her around the foul, yet extravagant Tortuga.

She was a friend, at most. Acquaintance? Perhaps. That was all she was, and all she'll ever be.

Unaware, a teardrop fell onto the page of her journal, soaking a word or two in a salty tear. Just as quickly, more began to fall in its place. Droplet after droplet began blurring her written words.

She loved Jack Sparrow more than he would ever know or come to realize. Katherine wanted nothing more than to tell him what she felt, what was eating inside her; to scream it from her balcony window even, in hopes that he might hear her desolate cries from wherever he was.

Silently sobbing, she spared her the book in her lap from an oncoming flood and placed it onto her dresser as she stood from the eloquent chair to gaze out her bedroom window, watching the docks of Port Royal. She glanced at the sky briefly.

A storm was coming, and she hoped that Jack and his crew would manage all right through it.

Suddenly, a knock came at her door.

"Katherine?" It was Elizabeth. Hastily wiping away her tears, she went to her vanity and quickly reapplied the powder that had been ruined. Once she was sure that there was no remainder of the tears that had streamed down her cheeks, she opened the door, praying her voice would not crack, "Ehm.. Yes?"

Elizabeth smiled brilliantly, "A letter came for you."

Uninterested, Katherine turned away, opening the door wider for her friend to come inside, "Oh? Who is it from?"

"Jack."

Her heart skipped a beat as her hazel eyes flew open.

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"I know what I want, I know what I want!" He recited, shaking the compass in his hand vigorously. Again, the needle spun wildly for a moment or so before landing in a corner of his cabin.

Jack raised a brown brow and sauntered over to the indicated direction on his compass. He leant down and shuffled various items out of his way before coming across a bottle of rum. With the rum in hand, he casually went back to his beloved chair and uncorked the bottle, eyeing the needle's movements as he downed his first guzzle.

Suddenly, the point stopped in a northwestern direction and before Jack could locate the specific spot on the map before him, Gibbs strolled in, greeting his captain, "Evenin' sir."

"Damnit all, Gibbs! Knock next time!" Jack howled in aggravation, slamming the bottle onto his round table.

Gibbs nearly recoiled but steadily held his ground, "Ah, sorry Cap'n. Shall I go back an' do it again?"

Waving a ringed hand absentmindedly, Jack focused on the map and compass, "Don't bother, mate."

"Aye, well… Marty be takin' the first shift." The first mate informed the pirate lord, to which he replied, "Yes, fine. Out with you, now."

Hardly noticing the older man's lack of presence, he finally came across the location of his desire. With a slight pout, Jack kicked off his boots and slouched a little more in his seat, whisking the rum off the cluttered table. In three large gulps, the rather tall bottle was half full.

Bloody hell. Port Royal.

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