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johnnydamn · 2 years

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It was driving him mad, madder than usual, but nothing was going his way. Jack was on the brink of ramming the Pearl into a bunch of rocks, mountains, whatever.

His compass, was turning in all sorts of directions, never making up it’s mind, never giving a heading. He knew what he exactly wanted, so why couldn’t he just get the stupid thing to work?

“Still no heading, Captain?” Mr Gibbs asked.

Jack frowned, staring down at the blasted thing, it’s constant spinning was beginning to make him dizzy, “No.”

Gibbs gave him a reassuring smile, “I’m sure we’ll get one sooner or later.” and then walked off to go busy himself with something, but Jack couldn’t bother to pay attention, because she walked out.

That certain feeling in Jack’s stomach creeped up again, the same feeling that always seemed to make itself known whenever you were around him, he hated it, it made him feel funny. He didn’t know why he felt like this, he wanted to stay away from you so it would come to a halt, but at the same time, he wanted every excuse to be close to you. It was all he longed for, to have you close to him, to have you devoted to him, and only him.

Some nights, he would have dreams about you, whether that be the two of you sharing very passionate and intimate moments, or him losing you, in one way or another.

“Never would I have thought… that the great Jack Sparrow would’ve fallen in love…” Tia Dalma’s voice rang out.

Snapping out of his trance, the said Captain jumped at hearing her voice, “What?”

“Don’t act daft. You are in love with the girl, Jack.”

His voice lowered, “I believe you are deeply mistaken, my first, and only, love, is the sea.”

“Keep fooling yourself, but know that the mind will never win over the heart.”

He let out a laugh of disbelief, “I wouldn’t let that happen. I don’t do love.”

Suddenly, she reached out and snatched the compass off of him, “Oi!”

Placing it back into his hands, they both watched the little dial spin around multiple times, still seeming like it had no direction in mind. “See? What did I say?” He smiled, but that soon vanished, when, for the first time, the spinning stopped, and - not - to his surprise, it was pointing directly at you.

Tia Dalma’s eyes stared up at him, with a knowing look. Jack nervously laughed, “Don’t be absurd.” He pulled the compass away from her, and made his way over to the wheel, “Master Gibbs! We have a heading!”

“That’s great Captain!” His first mate said, looking over at his superior’s finger pointing in one direction, then in the opposite, “Uh.. Which way?” He looked over at Jack, who seemed to be very… displeased. Gibbs visibly jumped when the compass was loudly snapped shut, “Jack?”

“Make your way to Tortuga.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Jack slammed the door of his cabin close, and immediately began to pace back and forth, the floorboards creeking with every heavy step he took.

This couldn’t be possible. This wasn’t right, it wasn’t supposed to happen. How could he have let this happen?

He ran his hand down his face, he needed more rum.

After finishing every bottle left in his cabin, Jack threw open the door, discovering that it was already dark, not that it really made a difference.

He quickly slipped into rum cellar, picked up four bottles, three in one hand, one in the other, of his beloved rum, and came out of there as quickly as he went in.

Then, he came face to face with you.

“Ah!” He let out a yelp, “W-What are you doing?!”

You were confused as to why he was yelling, especially at this time, “What? What do you mean?”

Straightening up, he repeated, “I mean. What are you doing? Here. At this time. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I could be asking you the same thing,”

“That you could, love,” he lifted a finger up, “but I did ask first.”

Reaching out, you grabbed a bottle from his hand, “Well, if you must know, Jack, I couldn’t sleep. I’m thinking this also applies to you?” You smiled at him, and, god, he almost died on the spot, while you opened the bottle and took a quick swig of the liquid. Jack couldn’t hold back the smile that managed to creep up onto his face, as he gave you a short nod.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to ask, what’s keeping… Jack Sparrow awake at this time, and drunk out of his mind?”

He swallowed nervously, pondering whether he should tell you. One part of him wanted to throw it all up, tell you how much you meant to him, how he finally came to his senses and how he was head over heels for you. Yet, the other, wanted to keep his feelings locked up, never to see the light of day again, he was praying for them to disappear.

He gazed down at your lips, then his eyes travelled up to meet yours, “Would you really like to know?” You could barely hear him, even the gentle crashes of the waves against the pearl were louder than his unusually soft voice.

Nodding, you got closer to him, and he felt his heart begin to beat faster than it already was, he felt as if he was running from Davy Jones himself, something he’d much rather be doing right now. “Well, love, I’ll tell you. But,” and, for a second time, he lifted his finger up - he seemed to do that a lot, you noticed. Lowering his voice he said, “You have to promise not to tell,”

“I won’t.” You whispered back.

A heavy breath left his lips, “I… seem to have come to a… conclusion recently, which I didn’t seem to believe at first,” You silently encouraged him to carry on, you could tell he was hesitant. It was worrying, to say the least, you had never seen Jack like this, you doubt anyone ever had. He continued, “(y/n)… I- You make me feel things I’ve never felt before, for anyone, and you’re just- I’m always thinking about you, I can’t you out of my head. You drive me insane, (y/n), and I have no idea why.”

Then, you did something neither of you expected, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Instantly, he melted into it, letting you take control. He allowed you to deepen the kiss, the rum bottles dropped from his hands, clattering onto the wooden floor, and lay forgotten, as you and Jack moved toward his cabin, never once separating.

Your hands moved from his upper arms to his face, wanting him closer, while his hands stayed at his sides.

Eventually, one thing lead to another, and there were now clothes scattered all over the floor, with you wrapped up, and asleep in Jack’s arms.

This was better than any dream he had, he thought, as he looked at the marks he left on you. Trailing his hand up and down your bare arm, he smiled, admiring you in your sleep. You were so beautiful, prettier than anything else in the world, he could look at you for hours and never get bored.

But then, the doubt and the guilt kicked in. This was wrong. He shouldn’t — couldn’t be with you. It was like putting a target on your head, it wasn’t fair. If you were with him, you would only be getting hurt, nothing good could come out of this.

It saddened him that he had to do this, he couldn’t stand being away from you, just after you confirmed your feelings for one another, but it was for the best. You would be better off without him as a lover — you would find someone better than him, someone deserving of your love, who wouldn’t get you killed.

Slowly untangling himself from you, he slipped out from under the covers and began to dress himself, trying to make as minimal noise as possible. Putting his coat on, he walked over to your side of the bed, and kneeled down, kissing your cheek first, then, pressing a light kiss onto your lips, “I’m sorry, it has to be like this, but it’s for your own good. I love you.” He whispered and then left the room.

The sunlight peeked through the small windows of the cabin, and you slowly opened your eyes, realising that Jack was no longer in bed with you, in fact, it seemed like he had been gone for a long time, due to the cold bedside.

After you made yourself presentable, you went looking for Jack, who you found in the rum cellar, again.

You laced his fingers with yours and asked, “Why did you leave this morning?”

He flinched, and ripped his hand away from yours, as if you had some sort of disease, “It’s none of your business, what I do. Incase you’ve forgotten, I am the Captain of this ship, and I do not have to tell you about my every move. Remember your place, or I’ll have you thrown overboard.”

Taken aback from his sudden behaviour, you apologised, “I’m sorry, I just thought that after what you said last night, you’d want to talk more.”

“Well I don’t. There’s nothing to talk about.” It hurt, having him speak to you like that, and not knowing why. It was like two different people were speaking to you from last night and now, he was so cold to you in the space of a couple hours, you wondered what happened for him to act like this.

“Jack. What’s wrong?” You contemplated reaching out to touch him, but thought against it, as you knew he would only pull away.

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you acting like this? I thought you wanted something between us.”

“You thought wrong. Did you really believe that I’d genuinely meant what I said? I’m a pirate, love,” He chuckled, “You were naive to think I’d have feelings for you, or anyone for that matter.”

“So I was just something to warm your bed for the night? You planned out a whole confession, just for that?” You breathed in disbelief.

“Well, I knew I wasn’t gonna get you trying to seduce you normally. A man does get desperate, darling.” As he said that, he heard you choke back a sob, and you pushed past him, leaving him alone to his thoughts again.

As soon as you left, his face instantly dropped, it killed him to do this, he hated himself, but he repeated it in his head, it was for your own good.

Jack didn’t see you after that, maybe it was because you had hidden yourself away, or because he didn’t bother looking for you.

It hurt him too, having to avoid you. All he wanted to do was hold you close, tell you how sorry he was, and how much he loved you over and over again.

It wasn’t long after, they had reached Tortuga. It was then, when he finally saw you. Eyes downcast, as you practically dragged yourself off of the ship. His eyes were locked on you, and he saw how upset and drained you looked. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself walking towards you, “(y/n) I-” but the words died off, when you swerved past him, and continued walking.

Majority of the crew always went to the tavern before anything else, for a drink, or to spoil themselves with a nice, filling meal. You sat far from Jack, but not out of his sight, he made sure to keep his eye on you, to ensure that no men would attempt to harass you.

He was so trained on watching you, he had no grasp of anything that was happening, he didn’t know how or why it happened, but once again, there was an uproar of chaos, in the building. This was a regular occurrence, sounds gunshots ringing through the air, smashing of glass, and yells of pirates getting into a scrap over the smallest of things.

Jack had turned to look back at the spot you were in, but you weren’t there. He got up and started moving through the sea of people, hoping to find you, and quickly.

You stood near the back of the room, watching as everything escalated, the spot you were in before wasn’t the best, you were very prone to getting caught in the crossfire, and you weren’t in the mood for that.

Staring off into the crowd, you began to get lost in your thoughts, wondering what you would do now, because of how things were between you and Jack. You couldn’t face him after what he did, and didn’t know if you were even going to leave with the crew. But if you didn’t, then where would you go? You didn’t want to be bound to land, and it would be difficult to find a new crew to be a part of.

You were so deep into your mind, that you never noticed a bottle being hurled at you, and you thanked whatever god was above for someone having such terrible drunken aim, after hearing it shatter next to your head.

Two men had gotten into a row right infront of you, and one of them had pulled their gun out and aimed it at the other’s face, you didn’t expect him to actually shoot, but he did. The bullet never hit the man he was fighting. In fact, the gun was aimed in your direction, due to it being forcefully pushed away from someone who was about to get their head blown off.

All of a sudden, your clothes began to feel damp, as if they were being soaked with something hot. You slowly turned you head to your side, and saw that your sleeve was now a deep crimson colour. Frozen with shock, you didn’t know what to do, when you saw a figure speed past you and pinning someone against the wall, and yelling words you couldn’t understand.

“What the Hell?” You muttered under your breath, “Jack?”

He turned to you, “(y/n).”

“What are you doing?!”

“What do you mean what am I doing?! He just bloody shot you!”

“He didn’t do it deliberately! And I don’t need you sticking up for me! I’m quite capable of taking care of myself!”

For a third time, you pushed him out of the way and left. But this time, he wasn’t going to let you go. And he stood there for a while, still, thinking about whether he should chase after you or not.

Coming to the end of his internal argument, he began to run after you, occasionally slamming into someone, until his eyes locked onto you, leaning up against a wall, with visible pain etched on your face.

Your head was facing up, looking at the sky, trying to get your mind off of the excruciating pain coming from your shoulder.

“(y/n)..” Not him, not now.

“Oh God, please leave me alone.” You croaked out. As you slid down the wall, to sit on the floor, Jack kneeled next to you, with concern written all over his face.

Reaching to untie a cloth that was wrapped around him, he offered, “Let me-”

“Go away.. I don’t need your help…” You refused, weakly attempting to push him away.

“Well you’re gonna get it, if you want it or not, savy?” He smirked, showing off his gold teeth.

You let out a sigh of defeat, as he cut a piece of the fabric off, and winced in pain when he tightly bound it around your wound.

“Thank you, now please leave.”

“What if I don’t want to?” He leaned in, “What if I never want to leave you?” He whispered, running his knuckles down your cheek, while longingly gazing at you.

At that, you let out a laugh of disbelief, “Lying isn’t going to work for a second time, Sparrow, especially after admitting to it, not too long ago.”

He frowned and furrowed his brows, “You were a fool to believe anything I said that day.”

“Oh? So what am I supposed to believe then? That you’re in love with me? Is that it? After you berated me, and told me that you basically used me?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like then? Please do tell.”

He sighed, “You know I didn’t mean it, (y/n). I know you do.”

“How am I supposed to know Jack? You’re so… unpredictable, I don’t know what you’re going to do next, so please forgive me, when I can’t tell that you’re lying.”

“But I wouldn’t lie about that, if I genuinely did want to only sleep with you, I wouldn’t have done all of that.” He closed his eyes for a short amount of time, and then opened them to look at you, “I said those things to you that day, because I was scared.” Staring at him, you noticed his whole demeanour shifted, he was nervous. “I’m terrified of losing you. If you- If people know that we’re together, that also puts a target on your head, and if anything happens to you, that’s something I take responsibility for. You understand that, don’t you?” You swallowed, nodding. “And I thought that the best thing for you was to keep you away from me. But I realised that I was wrong, I can’t stand having you away, when I know you feel the same as me. You’re all I want in this life (y/n). So, please, let me fix this, give me another chance.”

“Oh Jack…” You muttered, cupping his face, and pulling him in for another soft kiss, letting him express his love for you.

When you pulled away, you asked, rather timidly, “Can we.. go back to the ship? I’m quite tired and haven’t had a good sleep since…”

He gave you his signature smirk, “Of course we can, sweetheart.”

Both of you had slipped underneath the covers, with your arms wrapped around each other. Jack had almost fell asleep, until he heard you whisper his name.

“Hm?”

“If I find out that you’re lying to me again, I hope you know I’ll sell your soul to Davy Jones.”

“I can assure you, darling, that there was no lying today. Maybe there will be some in the near future, but, it’s nothing that could hurt us.” He said, and pressed his lips to your head, as you both fell into a blissful sleep.

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I’m all yours

They dug their painted nails into his arm, and giggled, looking up at him with a hint of lust in their eyes. You could tell they wanted him in their beds tonight, whilst knowing fully well that, he was a taken man.

He was surrounded by three, maybe four, girls all batting their eyelashes at him, playing with their hair, constantly giggling at everything he said and had their hands all over him - Johnny was clearly enjoying the attention, as he did nothing to stop the advances they made on him.

Maybe he would go home with someone tonight, you thought. Why wouldn’t he? You wouldn’t blame him if he did, they were all so pretty; prettier than you. They had perfect bodies, perfect smiles, what wasn’t there to like?

Suddenly, you began to feel uncomfortable in your body, the dress you were wearing started to feel a bit tight. Your eyes began to dart around the room, looking at strangers, and you felt their judgemental stares burn into you.

How long would it be until he left you for one of them? How long would it be until he realises that you aren’t as beautiful, as he lets on? How long would it take him to fall out of love?

A heavy hand rest itself upon your shoulder, “(y/n)? are you okay?” you let out a tiny gasp, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled.

“yeah, I’m good, Stephen, I’m just really tired, that’s all.”

“oh! if you want, I can get the driver take you home early.”

As much as you didn’t want to take up the drivers free-time for your troubles, you really didn’t want to be here. “that would be great, thank you.”

You walked up to your boyfriend, “Johnny.” you said, but it went unheard, “Johnny,” you repeated, “I’m going home.”

“what? why?”

“I’m tired John. you can stay, I don’t mind, I just wanted to let you know.”

You didn’t want to seem controlling in any way, that’s why you just shut up and didn’t comment on what he did, and that it upset you. You didn’t want Johnny to think you were like her.

“no, I’ll come with you.” A series of groans followed, “no. stay.” “please stay.” and they gripped onto him a little bit tighter.

“it’s getting late anyways, let me grab my hat, then we can get going, sweetheart.”

You rest your head against the window, your mind filled with empty thoughts, as you looked up into the black sky. Then, the strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, and you felt him press his body close to yours, “did you have fun tonight?” You internally rolled your eyes at him, I dunno, John, you tell me. “yeah.. it was alright.” you mumbled. “have you eaten, angel? we can pick something up on the way home, if you want.”

“‘m not hungry.”

After that, the journey home was silent. Not a word spoken between the two of you.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he started, “what was up with you tonight?”

You let out an annoyed sigh and rolled your eyes, “nothing.”

“clearly it’s not nothing.” He said, in a firm tone.

“I told you I was tired, that’s it.”

He furrowed his brows and looked at you, “it’s not about that and you know it. can you just please tell me what’s wrong?” Then worry filled in his eyes, “did someone do something to you?”

“no.” your voice cracked.

“did I do something?”

“will you let me go to bed John?” Then there was a look of realisation in his eyes, and you knew he wasn’t going to let this go now.

“I did do something. didn’t I?” He walked over to you, and looked you in the eye, silently asking you to tell him what it was that was bothering you.

Looking up at him you said, “it doesn’t.. matter, I was just overreacting, let’s go to bed.” Grabbing his hand, you pulled him up the stairs and to your bedroom.

Once you reached the door, he pulled his hand out of your grasp, “baby what’s wrong? I can’t have you going to bed mad at me.” The way he said it was so soft, so caring, it made you even more upset.

“I’m not-”

“You are. I know you are.” He put his large tattooed hand on your cheek, “I’m supposed to be the one who makes sure you never feel like this, not be the cause of it.” He whispered.

“Johnny, it’s nothing important.” You assured him, looking into his deep brown eyes.

“If it’s making you this upset then yes it is.” His hand left your face, and he laced your fingers together, “Please, tell me what’s wrong..” and that’s what set you off, you struggled trying to hold back the tears, having no idea why you were being so sensitive today.

Johnny’s worried eyes stared into yours, waiting for an answer, “I think.. I’m gonna lose you John” You whispered with your voice shaking,

“Why would that happen? How would that happen?”

“What do you mean how?” you sobbed, “Did you not see yourself today? God, they were all over you and you didn’t do anything!”

“Is that what this is about?”

You tried to calm yourself down, “Obviously it is! And-and I didn’t even want to bring this up in the first place-”

“What? Why not?” He went to hold your hand in both of his, the coolness of his rings pressing onto your fingers,“Listen, sweetheart, if something I do makes you unhappy or uncomfortable, you should tell me, it’s how relationships are supposed to work.”

You didn’t meet his eyes, looking off to the side, “I know, I just… I was overreacting-”

“You weren’t. I would feel the same if I was in your spot (y/n)…”

You swallowed and whispered, “I don’t want you to think that I’m like her…”

He looked at you with a disappointed look, ashamed that you’d even think that of him. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “I would never think that of you, I know that you’re nothing like that baby..” He said in a low voice. “Please… tell me if something happens… I can’t stand seeing you upset.”

“Okay..” You mumbled into his neck.

He brought you into the bedroom, helped you take your dress and makeup off, and get ready for bed. Once you were comfortable, only then did he change and let loose.

You felt his side of the bed dip when he got under the covers with you. You turned you face him then, almost immediately, he claimed your lips with his.

He continued to deepen the kiss as he got on top of you, his knees on either side of your body when he pulled away, he was still close, but not close enough. You tried bringing him in for another kiss, just for him to pull away again, his eyes were hooded as he smirked and muttered against your lips, “Do you want me?”

“Yes.” You whimpered,

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before he trailed down to your neck, leaving little nips and kisses as he went down further. Your hands fumbled with unbuttoning his nightshirt, while he continued to litter your neck with love bites.

When you finally managed to unbutton his shirt, your hands travelled to his head, running your fingers through his dark brown locks, and you gently tugged on them, pulling him away from your neck, guiding him to your lips for a sweet kiss again. Your hands moved up his chest, and pushed the shirt down his shoulders.

He pulled away, panting, and whispered, “I’m all yours.”

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