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❝ bloody pirate

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❝ bloody pirate. ❞




23 years later, and the raven-haired female was still stuck with the boy named jack, except now, he was a man and was infamously known as captain jack sparrow.


daphne frowned as she stared at the sight in front of her. the two of them were sailing towards port royal, with a boat that was close enough to sinking, which only fueled daphne's anxiety even more. she looked up at the captain who was standing on the sails, gazing at port royal as well.

"jack!" she called out to him, he looks down and sees the boat already filling up with water, he jumps down.

"okay, you are to stay in the boat until i come back with a new ship-"

"but, jack! the boat is sinking!"

"then stay in the water."

"i can't swim!"

"then drown."

daphne massages her temple, "ugh, seriously, what was the point of saving me all those years before." she muttered, jack turned towards her and stares. "actually," he starts, making hand movements as he spoke. "you know what, you're right. i can't leave you to drown." he tells her, putting a smile on the pale girl's face.

"aww, thank y-"

"you're 36 and single. wouldn't want to die like that, would you." jack commented, leaving a scowl on daphne's face.

"make yourself useful, use the bucket!" he exclaims, grabbing the bucket and throwing out some of the water. "bloody pirate." daphne whispered to herself, "don't be so salty like the sea, daph." he tells her, she rolls her eyes until she realises 3 skeletons of pirates being hung, jack drops the bucket and takes off his hat, saluting to the dead, as daphne's frown only deepened.

"jack, this is a really bad idea. you know they're still hunting for me-" "yes, yes, i  know. no worries, sweet. we'll only be here to commandeer a ship and be on our way." he places his hat back on, daphne sighs which catches his attention.

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