What if your best friend was THE Captain Jack Sparrow? What if you fell for him? What if love was the one thing that drove you insane?
Catalina Perez had grown up with Jack Sparrow and had fallen for him more and more everyday. When he goes missing...
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Catalina's POV
Jack finally stops pulling me. He lets go of my hand and sets all the rum bottles on the ground. He sits down and pats a spot next to him. Sitting I frown and grab a bottle.
He glances over at me and opens he mouth say something but then shuts it as I gulp down half the bottle. Looking impressed he nods then gazes out to the ocean.
"Thank you for trying back there... to save me."
I look over at him and shrug, "Whatever. No biggie."
"I know it isn't. But I thought all this time you wanted to kill me. Why would you save me instead?"
Tension forms as I gaze out at the sea. My body starts to heat up as I feel Jack's leg hit mine.
"So I could kill you myself."
Jack scoffs and downs more rum, "Yeah right Cat. You are all bark and no bite. You can kill me here and now but you're not."
"Give me time."
"Why? Why not now? I guess you've wanted to do so for years now. So why can't you right now at this moment?"
I growl angrily and reach for my pocket knife but then remember I used it against Barbossa.
"Looking for this?"
I see Jack holding up my knife in front of my eyes.
"How did you-"
"Took it off the pirate when he wasn't looking. So go on. Kill me."
He hands it to me and holds his straight arms out. I quickly yank it out his hand and hold it up to his throat. His eyes fearless and his expression blank. I sigh and move away, shoving the pocket knife in my corset.
"That's what I thought."
"Shut up Jack. I do wish I could do it. I really do. But I can't. You should be happy. I've killed hundreds of men."
"But you can't kill little ole Jackie."
"Fuck you."
"I wish I could."
"What?"
I turn to him to see lust in his eyes. He looks away and cracks his knuckles.
"For years I've regretted my decision. Wondered what would happen if I showed back up to that island. Wondered how you would react if I walked back up that hill."
He lays his hand on my thigh. Tingles make their way up my leg and my breath hitches as he makes circles with his finger.
"I will admit... I was a complete and utter idiot. I missed you almost everyday."
"You're lying. You obviously didn't care enough to come back."
