Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

Jack Sparrow - Dream On

The evening had passed over the ship, Queen Anne's Revenge. Your uncle was sat in his quarters twiddling his thumbs, enjoying the Jack sparrow doll he had made, and his collection of other peoples ships. A small strumming was heard from outside, you peeked your head around the corner to see Jack sat, waiting with two class, and a bottle of wine. One of the sailors, you beloved was scrum, strummed a tune on a musical instrument.

You came out from behind the hiding place, walking out toward the deck. As well as a second set of feet. Angelica. Who was she to you? Ah, your cousin. She liked more cleavage than you, and she had more confidence.

"Angelica, love. You look beautiful as ever,"

Before going out any further, you realised this wasn't you and retreated back beneath the decks.

"Hey, you? What you doin'?" one of the sailors asked you.

"Nothing... just going to see my uncle,"

"Bet ya were, off you go then."

There was definitely a few seconds or minutes of hesitation before you stepped out. Once you did, you kept your head down, briefly looking to see that Angelica was on top of Jack, and he was staring somewhere she knew he would. It sickened you to your stomach, and you stared for longer than you'd have liked to.

"Ah, Y/N," Angelica coughed, she knew you liked Jack, and here she was.

"Save it... I just hope you like what good old dad will think,"

"No no no no," she got up and tried grabbing you to not tell him. "Please, don't do that."

"Where's the problem? Surely he already knows, or did you not tell him?"

The thunderous footsteps bellowed through the decks, he opened the door, a small bottle of some alcoholic liquid in his hand. As he saw Jack on the ground, covered in her kisses.

"What is this? Y/N, did you do this?"

"No, uncle. And I have no reason to lie to you," you shot angelica a glare, walking up the stairs.

As you mid up, he held his hand out for you to stop walking.

"Y/N, pray. Tell me, what's been happening here?" his calm tone solicited danger.

Jack and Angelica gave you looks of both apologies and fear. But, you'd had enough of this. Sure, she was beautiful, and she had every right to know it. Still, since childhood, every guy you liked, or dwelled on, or loved had been taken away by her. No wonder... seems she had them all under her own ideas.

"She... she was on top of Jack when I came out here, kissing him. Seemed they were planning to do more than just that," you started up the stairs again, he held out his hand again. "They were drinking a lot of wine... jacks already drunk, and your daughter is on the verge. Anything else?"

"Why are you so vexed about this?" Blackbeard asked you.

"Because... as much as it may pain you, I like Jack. You know, ever since childhood, she's taken away every good, and decent man, turning him into something unrecognisable,"

"Did she butcher them?"

"Not physically, mentally,"

Angelica and Jack kept quiet knowing anything they said would be taken as lies, and nothing more .

"Is this true, my good daughter?"

"No, this isn't true,"

"Do not lie to me!" he half whispered, in a lulled tone. "I didn't raise you to be a liar."

"Fine! It's true, and I'm not ashamed of it,"

"You should be," you retorted.

"Well... I'm not! And you couldn't have ever gotten any man anyway,"

"You just flash what you have and pray that's what their after,"

"Works like a charm,"

"Dream on, at least they're not after personality,"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nobody would date you for your personality. You're dumb as well..."

"I'm smarter than you are, you know it,"

"Maybe drinking games and luring men... yeah," you started walking up the stairs again and he didn't stop you this time

"Please, stop arguing. Angelica, I want to have a word with you please. Y/N, stay out here. Thank you, for being honest. You're more like a daughter to me than Angelica is right now."

As they entered the room, Jack leaned against the stairs, sipping on his cup of wine. His eyes glittered in the moon, his jawlines and scraggly beard, the locks shaping his face. That mind was one you wanted to take a wander through many times... you were doing it again.

"You want me..."

You steadily walked over to Jack, keeping constant eye contact.

"As I already said..." you slapped him across the face. "Dream. On."