A Pirate's Love

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Madeline felt her blood boil as she listened to Jack's words. "Fucking pirate." she hissed as he closed the door behind him. She picked up a pitcher and hurled it at the door. She heard the front door of the house close and she got dressed. Black breeches and white shirt. She left her room and headed out of the house to walk through town. She fumed because of Jack leaving and the fact that she didn't have a ship to go to. She had no choice but to depend on Jack to help find their son.

Jack went to his ship. "Ye seem to be the only true lady in me life me black beauty," he murmured as he carassed the wheel. God, he was talking to his ship... but unlike all the rest... she never spole back, which was how he liked it. Part of him wanted to go to Norrington and tell him to find his son then he'd sail away. JJ would grow up hating his pirate father, meaning he'd never become one and Maddy would hate him for being a runaway father. It would be easily and his life would go back to being simple. He decided he needed a drink so he wandered to the tavern.

"What'll ye have love," a redheaded wench asked with a seductive smile.

Jack smiled back, "Pint of rum," he said.

She nodded and left to get his order.

Madeline heard his voice as he placed his order. He hadn't seen her, she was sitting at the bar with some of her shipmates but they knew better than to make conversation with her when she was in a mood. She watched as the redhead brought Jack his rum and her temper increased as she watched her bend over in front of him, practically shoving her breasts in his face. She slammed down her glass after draining it and stood up. Knocking the bar stool over. The bar became quiet as it happened. She turned and saw Jack look at her before she stormed out of the tavern.

She hurried to the docks and stood watching the ships in harbor. She turned as she heard footsteps behind her.

"Madeline?" She turned to see James Norrington standing behind her. "What is it James? I'm not in the mood."

"Are you still planning on sailing with Sparrow in the morning?" he asked moving closer to her.

Madeline took a step back. "Aye, I am." Deep down she wasn't sure if Jack was still willing to go. "I need to go." she said turning away.

James took a hold of her arm. "I meant what I said earlier. I'll help you."

"I don't want your help James. I am his mother and I will bring him home." she snapped as she stormed back towards Will and Elizabeth's. She entered the house and drank the night away in her room.

Jack spotted Norrington on his way from the tavern. Unfortunately, Norrington saw him too, "Commodore," Jack said hoping to get by.

"What did ye do to her," Norrington asked angrily.

Jack raised an eyebrow, 'Hmmm, prehaps ye should give me something more specific then her," he quipped.

"Ye know damn well who I mean, Madeline," Norrnington growled.

"We're having something of a difference of opinion," Jack told him.

"Why was she drinking," Norrington asked.

Jack raised an eyebrow, had she been at the tavern? "I wasn't aware," he said.

"Well she was and I know ye had something to do with it," Norrington hissed.

Jack raised his hand, "She's worried about her son, wouldn't worry about it. I'll go tend to her," he said.

"See that you do Sparrow," Norrington growled.

Jack was too pissed off to keep up the banter, he walked away and returned to the Turner home. He went straight to her room. She was standing on the balcony sipping a drink. "Plan on being drunk in the morning too," he asked.