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Chapter 11: A Letter To You

Her eyes darted across the creased parchment, a smile painting her petal lips. Oh, Jack…

"Well, what does it say?" Elizabeth asked impatiently, yet excitement seeped through her voice. The brunette smiled brightly at her before reading aloud:

"Miss Katherine White," Her heart quivered at his masculine script. Just knowing that he was addressing this to her sent her thoughts spiraling.

A delicate smile, "The crew and I have been eminently displeased at your farewell, and we now long for your pretty petite self aboard the Black Pearl once more. Would you do Captain Jack Sparrow and his brave seamen the great honor of joining us on the vast sea once again? We have much to catch up on, love."

She glanced up at Elizabeth, who seemed rather puzzled but stayed silent nonetheless. Katherine finished the letter, "Captain Jack Sparrow." And a small, perfectly written 'JS' right beneath it.

"It seems that Jack likes you." The Governor's daughter spoke nonchalantly as she took a seat on the small navy blue Victorian sofa.

Katherine stood and strode to her vanity, her skirts swishing as she took a seat before the mirror, "As a friend, of course."

The honey hair-toned woman released a laugh that echoed in her bedroom, "Oh, Katherine. Could you ever be more clueless?"

Her lips pursed as she ran a brush through her long dark tresses, but did not reply.

Sighing, Elizabeth stood and placed her soft hands on her best friend's shoulders, looking into the mirror with her, "You will see." She then left the room, soundlessly closing the door behind her.

…

She had to reply to his letter. She must. Rather, Elizabeth had not said otherwise, so what could be stopping her?

Katherine's white hand trembled over the paper as she held her quill. Closing her eyes, she rested the tip against the inkpot and sighed tensely. How difficult could this be?

Simply… Write to him what you would say if he were standing before you. She reasoned with herself, but it was useless. It seemed impossible for her to make the quill and parchment touch.

Without contemplating what she would write beforehand, she simply began to write what ever came to mind. In a matter of minutes, she was done and briefly read over her work. She nearly laughed; what she had written was perfect.

Captain Jack Sparrow,

It would be my greatest pleasure to join you and your crewmen aboard the Pearl once more. I have grown rather fond of the sea as of late, and without any doubt in my mind, I have you to thank for that.

Suddenly, a little thought came to mind and with a dazzling smile present on her lips, Katherine wrote a small sentence that was burrowed in her mind, that had been itching to be written.

Placing the quill down, she stretched lightly before leaving her room to have tea with Elizabeth, who was usually reading at this time.

Governor Swann had returned from his visit to England rather late, and the two women were only too delighted to have his company after so long. Even while they conversed elatedly, Katherine could not help but wonder what Jack was doing at this exact moment.

…

He laughed buoyantly, both of his arms wrapped around the shoulders of a blonde and charcoal haired woman, who giggled uncontrollably in return.

"Oh, Jack! You're such a charmer!" A bountifully breasted redhead commented as her blue eyes locked on the captain.

He grinned, his golden teeth shining, "I know, love! I know!" Once the redheaded woman began speaking with the blonde on her right, Jack stole a quick look at the cleavage of her chest and smirked. She certainly was blessed, of that he was sure.

The woman with black hair rested a hand on his chest, breathing into his ear seductively, "Won't you spend the night with me, Jack? I've missed you so dearly, hun."

He hadn't missed her. They had rolled around in the sack once or twice, and he just couldn't seem to remember her name. Martha? Maria? Or was it Helen? Why bother missing someone when you cannot even recall the name? It seemed rather foolish to Jack.

"Or better yet, Captain," The golden haired woman caressed his hair, eyeing him in lust, "take me."

He smiled widely, pulling both women closer to him. Decisions, decisions.

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