Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Jack Sparrow (Fluff)

Requested by Bananabellaa

*I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME OF THE STUFF ON THE REQUESTS PAGE, AND I JUST REMEMBERED WHEN YOU WRITE THAT ONE.
I'm so sorry, I hope you like what I wrote up! God, I feel so bad.

"All right, lads, take what you need, but not more than you can carry. We meet back a' the ship in ten, agreed?" Captain Jack Sparrow commanded.

         The other crewmates nodded, including you. You were a new member, having just been with them for about two weeks now.

        You'd met Will, and Gibbs, and they were your closest friends.

        They were kind to you, depsite your quiet demeanor, but you definitely threw them off when you'd spoken up for Jack one time in front of the British guards. "Di'nt know you had it in you, lad." Gibbs had remarked, smiling.

        Jack, meanwhile, was grinning.

        You liked Jack, but you knew it was hopeless, he was your captain, and your superior. You couldn't like him like that.

         You stepped off the ship, going towards a market and grabbing some bottles of alcohol and fruits, when nobody was looking.

        You'd managed to hide them quite well under your bulky shirt when Jack came nearby, bumping your shoulder with his. "Y/N, what do you have there, love?"

        "Alcohol." You held up a bottle. "It's whiskey, though. Not rum. But I thought you'd like it."

        He scoffed. "Why is the rum always gone? You would think they'd have it, these markets here."
  
        "I don't know, but we have to take what we can get, right?" You winces inwardly at how that paralleled to your current situation with him.

         At least you were in his life. As his friend.

         Jack glanced at you with lidded eyes. He tilted his head, studying you. "Something wrong, love? You can tell me, it's safe here."

         Why is he so kind?

         "I'm fine, Jack. Thank you. Oh- take this, too!" You spotted an apple and handed it to him before leaving and going back to the ship.

          Meanwhile Jack stood there with the apple in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed.

          He had managed to snag some vegetables, giving them to Gibbs to take to the ship.

          He'd been flirting with you ever since you joined the crew, but so far, he had no luck. You were either clueless or just in denial.

          Gibbs and Will teased him relentlessly when you weren't around about his little crush on you. They'd nearly screamed with laughter one time when Jack had complemented your swordfighting against Davy Jones, and you'd simply said, "Thank you, that's nice of you to say that."

        Jack had to slap his hand over Will's mouth to keep you from hearing him that day.

         He had noticed how you tended to look away when he was looking at you, or how you suddenly became shy around him.

       Did you like him too or were you afraid of him?

         This was so confusing.

         "Oi, Captain." Gibbs caught his attention with a pat on the back. "We should get going, soon. Only a matter of time."

           "Of course, Gibbs. Lemme just find some rum, and then we'll be off." Jack promised, glancing over at some barrels.

            Maybe the rum would take his mind off his confusion about Y/N.