Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

Jack Sparrow - Drunk Saviour

Seems the Jack sparrow ones are popular..l maybe I should do more and more of them. I do love a good Jack fiction.

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It was a summer day, perhaps mid august, you were standing at the back of a posh outside area, decorated with flowers, a musical band. You took a check of everyone: dad outside on the right hand side; maids checking your hair; one man at the top in a uniform; one churchman; one crying mother; one drunkard and lots more. You inhaled deeply, exhaling for awhile as if it would stop all this madness.

"Come back... Back To my senses," you fiddled with the edge of your dress, your unsteady breathe shaking.

The music procession began, the wedding music blasting. The doors swung wide open, your dad linking your arm. All eyes and bodies rustled to turn around and watch as you walked down the aisle. As you walked, the three bridesmaids and three groomsmen came into full view. This was happening. You're forced marriage to this man, now offered you a small smile. It was the most humble thing you'd seen him do.

You were half way down the aisle before a large shattering of glass was heard from the back. Everyone gasped in shock, and you stopped walking. You turned to see a man in dreadlocks, a pirates hat and chugging a bottle of red wine, straight from the bottle. When he was finished, a loud burp erupted from his mouth earning a lot of disgusted proclamations. You laughed, this serious event was now comical.

"Oops! I've left my bouquet in the back," you whispered to your dad.

"I'm not letting you go back there, not with him," he nodded toward the pirate.

"He looks harmless, he's just drunk,"

"No, the wedding needs to carry on."

The music began playing again as they tried to drag away the pirate, you kept looking back with solemn eyes of the pirate, he smiled at you with a grin that made your stomach go into full butterflies. The goosebumps lined your arms, and not because you were cold.

"Head forward," your father commanded.

You were now at the alter, looking back behind you to see the pirate fending off some of the redcoats. He took a few brief swigs from odd bottles on the table, eventually knocking over the whole array of drinks, interrupting the ceremony again.

"Dad, this isn't a wedding? It's a mess," you shouted, throwing a tantrum he hated being embarrassed like this in front of people. "I don't even have my flowers, it's a mess, dad. I can't get married like this. My dress!"

"What's wrong?"

"There red wine.... All over the white dress," you cried the makeup staining your cheeks. "I can't do this."

Lifting up the dress, you ran to the back toward the pirate. As you ran past him, he followed in a drunken pursuit. You ran toward the docks and sighed a relief as you sat underneath a bridge. There were the patrols of redcoats just above you, the pirate came and sat next to you. You wiped away the fake tears, and sighed. Waiting until they moved away from where you and the pirate were sat, you let our a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in.

"Who are you?" you asked him.

He was shocked by what you asked. "Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow,"

"Oh, I'm Miss Y/N L/N,"

"You were about to have someone else's last..." he held a finger to his lips to try and silence you both. "Last name."

"You're my drunken saviour," you laughed, and he laughed too.

"Come on," he got up and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" you got up and followed him, holding the dress up.

"Back to my ship,"

"What about me? What am I supposed to do?" you ran and caught up with him.

"Go back, or come with me, your choice."