In the Hands of Fate I: Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter ten

Chapter ten

"We're devils, we're black sheep,

we're really bad eggs.

Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, A pirates life for me!" the three of us sang as we danced around the bonfire.

"I love this song!" I declared. "Really bad eggs."

I spun Jack around, giggling uncontrollably, my rum long gone, and he fell, pulling Elizabeth and I down with him.

"When I get the Pearl back," he said into Miss Swann's laughing face, "I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew. And we'll sing it all the time!"

"And you will be positively the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main," she staked her claim.

Jack turned to me and smiled. "Not just the Spanish Main, love," he contradicted.

"The entire ocean. The entire world." I swept my hand out to the horizon. "Wherever we'll want to go, we'll go."

"Oh?"

"That's what a ship is, you know," he told us, his words slurring, "It's not just a keel and a haul and a deck and sails. That's what a ships needs. But what a ship is, what the Black Pearl really is…"

"Libertate," I slur, "Freedom." He squints at me but remains jolly. "Jack," I sighed laying my head on his shoulder, "it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island."

He looked at me a bit strangely but put his arm around me. "Oh, yes. But the company is infinitely better than last time, I think." He leans down to me and brushes his lips on my nose.

Elizabeth shoots us a dirty glare, but I ignore it. I'm not sure Jack saw it at all.

"The scenery has definitely improved," he murmured.

"Has it?" I ask.

"Most definitely." He stares in to my eyes and I can't spot a single cloud of deceit in them.

Just as our lips brush, Elizabeth and her pompous self barges in with a "Mr. Sparrow?"

"Hmm?" he hummed in question, looking over his shoulder to her.

"I'm not entirely sure I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk."

"Then leave," I snap.

Jack taps my nose with his pointer finger, "Now, now, my little Gypsy Lu, there's no reason to bite heads off."

"But Jackie, I haven't seen you in ten years," I whined. "It's been a terribly long ten years. The least she could do is allow me one little sărut."

"I know exactly what you mean, love." He curled his moustache up in a goofy fashion, before leaning in to kiss me again.

Of course Elizabeth had other plans. She pushed her bottle between us. "To freedom."

"To the Black Pearl." Jack clanked his bottle to hers. Bringing the bottle to his lips, he gulped the rest of it down, falling on to his back.

Ignoring my mistress's look of intrigue, I laid down beside him and snuggled close, looking up to the near full moon.

"A faithful woman wronged by her gentle lover;

A man forever doomed to chase another.

From daylights first awakening breath,

To the transitioning night of the next,