Enjoy... feel free to make requests. Im an absolute pirates of the Caribbean nut, so just feel free to ask for absolutely everyone
When I say I'm obsessed... I kinda mean it and it's a problem but we don't talk about that.
Oops. Anyway ENJOY
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Yes... yes again
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After travelling with Jack, you landed at port royal to gather the 99 souls that Davy Jones had requested to pay off his debt. There had been a weird ruckus in the tavern all day, someone was going around causing problems. After a few drinks, everything was a little lighter than before. The looming threat of a tentacle beast seemed less likely, and more of a bad nightmare.
Jack was hiding behind a pillar with a plant in his hand, as a man who was dressed in dirtied commodores uniform aimed a gun straight at his head. There was only one man who would be like this. Some of the new crew tried tackling him, but despite their best efforts it only made things even worse. As the fighting began, you tackled the men before you. Smashing a bottle on either of their heads. One screamed and held his head with the blood, running outside.
As you jumped from the top of the bar, you made your way to the centre of conflict, grabbing the former commodores hand in your hand making for the nearest exit at the back before he got injured by these pirates who had more than a lot of tricks up their sleeves to run.
"Come on!" You screamed at him, as he grabbed a swig from his bottle.
Once you were outside you took him to a secluded spot in a nearby cove. The sea had drawn out, and allowed you both to sit peacefully against a rock face and watch the waves roll in and out.
"Y/N, I know it looks bad,"
"What happened to you James?"
"Jack, he's what happened," he drank from the bottle, before he could take the rest, you took the bottle from his hand. "I ended up here, started drinking more."
"Oh, James..."
"No, no. It's my own fault for being so ambitious. I'm disgraced, Y/N," he wiped a tear from his eye, giving you a smile that made you feel guilty.
"James, can I say something?"
"Yes, go on,"
"I like you this way, you look really handsome. I've really missed you, James,"
"Covered in dirt, looking like an idiot? Thank you,"
"No. I mean it. You look more human,"
"You always had a soft spot, that's why,"
"No, I always loved you. But, you loved Elizabeth,"
"I loved her first, and then I loved you second. You wouldn't love the first, if you didn't wander and love the second,"
"Has if changed? How you feel?"
"I've hoped I'd come across you, and here we are,"
You rested your head in his shoulder, as he wrapped an arm around you. This was what you missed, the loving protection he gave you. How he made you feel so happy in the worst of times. Those strong arms to encase a weakened state of you.
