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The Siren Song of Pirate Fire
By �Kitty� Katrionna Brannagh

A/N: Bonjour mon ch�ries!
Luckily, this chapter comes the day after I last updated. Aren�t you happy?
<silence> Well??? <silence>
Hello?! <reaches out from the screen and knocks you
on the head> Is this thing on? Dear readers, it is CHAPTER 12!! Are you not
proud of me? <silence> <quietly growls>
Alright fine. Yeesh, you all had better be more peppy
at the end of this bloody chapter! It�s a good�un!! <swishes cape> I�ll
be back! <scurries off into the shadows>

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�Why don�t you want to talk about the past?�
Jack quietly argued. Even with her face turned away to the side, Jack would see
her clench her teeth and her lips quiver. He lifted his right hand and, placing
his forefinger on her cheek, gently turned her head back to face him. She tried
to shake his hand off and back away from him, but he caught her chin between
the side of his finger and the tip of his thumb, securing her head in place and
making her eyes meet his own. She looked as though she might burst into tears
but she stayed strong.

Jack leaned forward, leaving almost no distance
between them. �The past isn�t going to go away, luv. We�re gonna hafta talk
about it sometime.� Talk about how you betrayed me, Jack thought
with wounded pride. Talk about how I offered you ev�eyfthing in the world
you wanted: a ship, riches, adventure... Jack reached up with his free hand
and gripped Lela�s shoulder. ME. Lela�s lips trembled more despite her
efforts to still them, and for once in her life she couldn�t convey what Jack
was thinking. Jack�s grip tightened. I gave myself to you. My heart. Something I�d never give to anyone or anything
other than the sea. But I gave it to you. One last time, Jack asked the
girl he held so dear the question she so deeply feared. �Why did you want to
find me, Lela?�

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Now it was Lela who could not move or think.
Her mind was racing, her palms were sweating, her mouth had gone dry; Jack had
her cornered and there was no way that she could back out. He probably had
already figured out the answer so why was he asking?

Lela opened her mouth to say something,
anything, but no sound came. Licking her lips and taking a quiet breath, she
tried again. �But why would you need to ask me, Ja--Sparrow?�
she scoffed, trying to feign blas� unconcern. �Surely you already
know the answer?� Jack almost smiled. Almost. She
really hadn�t changed at all; she still tried to deflect a question she didn�t
want to answer till the very end, even when it was already too late.

�I might,� Jack answered, leaning even closer
to Lela�s face. Beneath his fingers, he felt her arm grow stiff and rigid, and
a quick glance downward told him her hands were clenched. �But...� His forehead
was barely a scant millimetre Lela�s. �...I thought I moight ask you. Ya know,�
Jack ignored the dizzying fragrance that drifted from her hair, �jest to be
sure I was right. You know how I can�t stand to be wrong.� He saw her
eyes glaze over, and just when he thought he�d caught her...

�I do,� she spat back, roughly pushing away his
hand that held her face. �Quite well, actually.�

Lela turned away and folded her arms across her
chest, causing some of her hair to fly back and hit Jack in the face. Closing
his eyes to the black whips that lashed against his face, he walked forward and
quickly pulled Lela�s right arm behind her back. When she struggled, he brought
her left arm up, his fingers locking around her wrist. She tried to kick him,
but his ankle shot in front of and around hers, bracing it into immobility.

A little less than a minute passed while Lela
struggled like a bird trying to fly away from a hunting cat, and Jack just kept
knocking her back down to the ground. She kept struggling, but Jack would not
let her go.

She felt the barrier that she had built up over
the past years, the one that held back her tears, held in her anger, and shut
out anything she didn�t want, was weakening, deteriorating, eroding. At any
moment she felt it might shatter and break altogether.

Her exertions became more and more exhausted
and they were fewer and farther between. Lela�s shoulders thrashed from side to
side and her eyes wanted to close to flush out the tears. She finally bit her
lip to keep it from shaking. Everything was blurred and swimming before her
eyes, her breaths coming in short shallow pants. She slowly and finally stopped
moving but still tried with one last bit of energy to walk away.

Jack wouldn�t have it; he let go of her arms
and her leg and crushed her back against him, preventing any escape. His right
hand clutched her left shoulder, while his left hand grasped her right hip.

Bowing her head in shame, Lela knew she
couldn�t win.

She�d lost. She had already lost. She�d lost the day, the hour, the
minute, the second she had fallen in love...with Jack.

Lela sighed and half-closed her eyes. Her
muscles ached from all the fighting and she was tired. Tired
of fighting. Tired of denying. Tired of lying. Just...tired. She
had given in to nothing for so long, except for any distraction that would make
her forget. She had given in to everything, except for anything that would make
her admit what she did not want to.

Jack held her close to him, refusing to let her
go without an answer. In spite of himself, he nuzzled his nose and chin and
forehead against her soft hair and neck. Even if he�d said he�d hated her, even
if he�d thought that he�d never love her again, Jack knew that it wasn�t true.
Maybe it had been foolish, a future-pirate falling in love with such a
beautiful, spirited, intelligent girl, or even falling in love at all. But it
had happened; he had fallen in love with her. Partly because...he�d thought... I
thought she loved me too.

The room was spinning. Lela was hardly
breathing. Her vision was becoming blotchy and she felt faint. Spots swam
before her eyes and her chest heaved in and out, hard, and her mind threatened
to black out on her. With sheer force of will, Lela brought her breathing under
control. And at long last after eleven years, Lela closed her eyes and those
salty drops that she hated so much called �tears,� fell forth, slowly,
unbearably so, down her cheeks, darkening her pale skin.

Outside, thunder rumbled from the sky, and
shook the ship. Soft, placid drops of rain showered down, as though heaven
itself were crying, trying to wring out the pain through the clouds.

Jack pressed close to Lela, with almost no fury
left in him, but a desperate need to know the truth. His right hand lifted from
her shoulder and he reached to touch her cheek. Although he was surprised and
perplexed when he felt his fingers touch hot wet streams of tears, he brought
his lips next to her ear, closed his eyes, and quietly repeated his question in
one word: �Why?�

Lela tightened her eyelids together and she
began to hyperventilate again. She wanted to stay strong and give him his
answer without crying like a little girl so he wouldn�t think less of her. But
she felt her legs starting to give way, and her feet began to slide to their
respective sides. No, she thought distraughtly, I�m not weak, I�m
not. Her calves followed her feet and slid down to the wooden floor. Stupid,
you are weak. If you weren�t weak, you�d have told him already and not hid from
him like a coward. Lela�s knees were almost touching the floor. Fine, I
am weak. But Jack can�t know!

Jack was worried at seeing Lela like this. It
seemed her very frame was crumbling away. Of course he�d known that she
wouldn�t give in easily, she was too headstrong and iron-willed. That was one
of the reasons he loved her so much. But she looked like she was being murdered
and he felt as though he was the one breaking her. To try and comfort her, as
well as himself, Jack sank down to the floor with her,
his fingers involuntarily stroking her damp cheek.

Barely noticing that he had not let go of her
or loosened his grip on her, Lela continued to collapse to the ground. I
don�t want him to think I�m weak, but... Lela�s legs were finally flat on
the floor. But I want to know if he still... The continuous
motion of Jack�s fingers rubbing her cheek finally reached her. If he still
loves me. �I wanted to find you,� Lela quietly began, �because...� Her
voice faltered but she tried again. �Because...�

�Be-cause?� Jack offered, whispering. Lela�s
hands wanted to fly up and cover her face but she refused them.

�Because...I...I...�

�You...?�

Lela face tilted forward, her hair creating a
veil around her, and she answered. �Because I love you.�

Behind her, Jack was filled with happiness. He
wanted to kiss her he was so overflowing with ecstasy. But then, he was
confused. If Lela still loved him, then why...why had she been... The old anger rose up again, but it had softened. Lela
was telling the truth. He knew it. She did love him. As hard as he knew it was
for her, he was going to have to ask her more questions. But if he could have
seen Lela�s face at that moment, he would�ve known that his time for asking
questions was over, and her own interrogation was about to begin.

�There,� she choked out. �You have your answer,
Jack.� Even though he was happy that she was using his name again, he was
confused at why her voice sounded angry. �Now I have a question
of my own.� Lela slid from his arms and did her best to stand straight while he
was still sitting on the floor. Her trying to point an accusing finger at him
while keeping her arm still at the same time had proved hopeless, so she ended
up holding her hands out to the side in a questioning, bewildered, and pleading
pose. �Why...?� Lela took a breath to keep her voice from
quavering. �Why did you leave Sleego, Jack?� On the floor, Jack�s forehead
creased in confusion. �Why did you leave Ireland?� Lela pulled back her
hands and she hugged herself, head hanging, her tears dropping freely down to
the ground. �Why did you leave me?� she whispered, the pain
evident in her murmured sobs. Jack hesitated for a moment, but finally
answered.

�I felt I had to leave,� he said quietly, his
hands hanging at his sides. �I didn�t want to have to face you.�

�But why?� implored Lela. �I
don�t understand. What happened that would make you want to not see me?�

Jack�s eyes shot up and looked at her. �What
happened?� he said, louder than before. �What happened?!�
Springing up from the floor, Jack stood straight and glared at Lela, his ache
and sorrow and rage and anguish rekindling. Her confession had been the spark,
and her question was the fan that set the fire ablaze. �You betrayed me!� Lela
looked up with miserable confusion on her face. �You deceived me, belittled my
trust!� Lela�s eyes burned hot with anger and she levelled her stance to stare
Jack in the face.

�What the hell are you talking
about?!� she screamed. �I never lied to you, Jack, not once!�

�Maybe not to my face you didn�t,� Jack
responded, �but ye certainly did a good job of it when I wasn�t around!�

�You�re mad, you�re bloody fucking mad!�

�Am I?!�

�Yes!!�

�Wicked girl!�

�Idiot boy!�

�Good-for-nofthing wench!!!�

Slap!

Jack�s head whipped back, his hands flying up
to soothe the stinging blow. Looking back at Lela, her hand was raised in
warning, should he choose to malign her like that again.

�I�ve told you: never, EVER, call me a wench!�

Jack looked away nearly ashamed of what he�d
done. Maybe that one...he did deserve. Suddenly he hissed in pain, and his hand
drew back from his cheek. Gazing down, he saw a thin line of blood marked on
the palm of his hand. Lela turned back to Jack instantly when she had heard his
pained grunt. While Jack rubbed the blood off his hand, Lela plainly saw the
cut to his cheek. She held up her right hand and regretfully saw a speck of
blood on the opal of the silver band that enclosed her ring finger. Sighing,
she walked to her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pure white cloth. She
took her ring off and wiped it clean, set it on the desk, then walked back over
to Jack, who was incessantly touching the cut and cringing in pain. Gently, she
pushed him onto a chair while she sat on the table.

Before Lela could try and touch the gash, Jack
flinched and pulled back. �Wh-what, what�re ye doin�?�
Lela tried again to place the cloth against his cheek.

�Tryin� to get the blood off yer
cheek.�

�I-It don�mattuh, leave it be!�

�It�ll only be a minute, t�wont hurt.�

�Go�way!�

�Just let me--!�

�Mm-mm!�

�Don�t be such a baby!�

�I am not a baby, luv.�

�Then sit still.� With his continued
refusal, Lela made one last statement to still him. �Ye wannit to crust up and
fill with pus and ruin yer looks forevuh?� For some reason, Jack froze and
didn�t make another move. Lela smirked. �Thas�wha I thought.� Since he was
finally not moving anymore, Lela began to tenderly dab at the wound she�d
inflicted. Jack winced every so often, but didn�t move. �I�m sorry, by the
way,� she murmured. �I shouldna slapped ye.� Lela reached onto the table and
dipped the cloth into a bowl of water. �It weren�t right of me.� She gently
washed the blood from Jack�s cheek and wiped it clean. �I�m sorry.�

Jack was confused. One minute they had been at
each other�s throats, and the next, she was tending to the cut on his cheek,
that she�d given him, like she was a mother fussing over her little boy.
And he was acting like a little boy too. He thought about how funny it would be
if he hugged her and said, �It still hurts, kiss it and make it better.� He
started to chuckle softly and Lela looked up from her work.

�Whas�so funny then?� she asked, wary because
she wasn�t in on the joke. Jack shook his head, still smiling although it hurt
his cheek, and Lela put down the cloth.

�Nofthing,� Jack answered most innocently.

�Nofthing?�

�Nofthing.�

�Are you sure?�

�No.�

�Jack!�

�Sorry, sorry, meant nofthing of offence, luv,
nofthing of offence.�

Lela smiled and lightly knocked Jack on the
head as she got up. She�d missed that: joking around with him. Life had seemed
so much duller without Jack, even when she was firing cannons, steering ships,
and fighting with pirates. It was odd though, how they seemed to switch from
almost killing each other to teasing each other. It was odd...but fun. Sighing,
she walked outside to the deck and looked over the Gremlin Flame. �Conleth!�
she called. After a moment, the first mate looked back at her from the wheel.

�Aye, Captain?� he yelled back.

�How long do ye�spose it�ll be a�fore we�ll be
at Isla de Muerta?�

�Mayhap an hour or so?�

�Right then.� Lela walked back into her cabin and
closed the door. Turning back around, she saw Jack casually lounging in his
chair. He was picking at his nails and concentrating very hard on them...
�Whaddid ye do?� Lela asked accusingly. Jack looked up and stared innocently back
at her with big brown na�ve eyes, as a cow that was secretly plotting to kick a
farmer might do.

�Whaddya mean �whaddid Oi do�? I didn�t do
nofthing.� Lela narrowed her eyes and marched over to Jack and leaned over the
table till their noses were almost touching.

�Oh really?�

�Really.�

�Hmm...� She reached forward and tilted Jack�s
chin up, completely capturing his attention, and gazing deep into his eyes. His
mouth slightly opened and closed a few times as though he were trying to say
something but couldn�t quite get that accomplished. Lela whispered, �Then...� and
she held up her opal ring. �What�s this doin� in yer pocket?� Jack�s eyes
shifted from side to side for a moment, but then they opened wide and he
frantically looked around and waved his hands.

�Wh-where am I?� he
shouted. �What am I doin� �ere?! Am I inside??�
Lela rolled her eyes and pulled back while Jack continued to wander around
hysterically asking to no one in particular where he was. She moved her hand to
put her ring back on her finger...but she no longer had it.

�What the...?� She looked around on and under
the table and turned her hands all around to try and find it. Suddenly she
remembered Jack roaming around, and she closed her eyes tightly and touched her
forehead lightly. On the ground, Lela turned around sitting with her legs
folded under her and she looked at Jack. After a moment he noticed she�d
finally looked back at him. He stopped with his back facing her, and he turned
to the side slightly and held up the vanished ring, waving it back and forth
and smiling with that horrendous, devilish smirk of his.

�You�re not the only clever thief on this ship,
luv.�

Lela shook her head, rolled her eyes again, and
sighed, raising her hands in defeat. �Whatever ye say, Jack, whatever ye say.�

�Absolutely, whatever I say, glad to hear you
finally figured it out.� He laughed and swayed over to sit down next to her.
�Here.� Lela held out her hand, palm up, thinking he was going to give her the
ring so she could put it back on. But he didn�t give it to her. Instead, he
turned her hand over lifted it up a little, seizing the finger the silver band
belonged on. She raised her eyebrow and looked a little tense but didn�t really
move.

Jack started to slip it back on her finger, but
stopped and held it back up to his eyes. Lela squinted
her eyes trying to see whatever it was that Jack found interesting in her ring.
It held two tiny diamonds studs adorning the rounded opal in the centre. The
fine, thinner-than-hair cracks and fissures refracted the light creating
streaks of dappled colours against the milky white jewel. Jack bit at his
bottom lip. �I...I gave this to you...didn�t I?� Lela gulped, hesitating for a
moment before she slowly nodded.

�Um, yeah. Ye did. It was a, um...� Jack laid
her right hand on her knee and lifted the left one, running his fingertips
against the smooth sharp edges of her nails. �It...it
was...well, you gave it to me as...� Lela watched apprehensive and nervous but
almost excited, and Jack put his hand under her fingers, raising the second to
last one. �As a...� Jack placed the ring at the tip of her finger and gazed at
it through half-closed eyes. �...a promise ring o�sorts,� Lela breathlessly
finished. Jack looked up from the ring and into Lela�s eyes. A promise ring...
He had given it to her as an engagement gift, even though neither of them would�ve
ever admitted that they might ever want to think of themselves as officially
being married. He had given it to her so she would always remember how much he
loved her. No standard, ordinary, plain diamond rings for his girl, no. This
ring was special and unique, just like her. Not gold, it was too conspicuous
and bawdy. Silver; soft, delicate, beautiful. Just
like her.

�Lela...� Jack whispered, almost as a
question.

�Y...yes?�

�I...� Jack barely got the one word out of his
mouth before he stopped, and leaned forward slightly. Lela was scared and her
mind was screaming, Don�t do this!!! But
she was too...what, entranced? Yes... Lela began to lean forward too. Entranced by Jack. Who cared about what had happened? She
didn�t. And Jack didn�t seem to either. Her eyes fluttered more a second and
slipped closed as Jack reached up to hold the side of her face...

Knock, knock.

�Who�s there?!� screamed Lela, flying back away
from Jack.

�Captain?� It was Conleth.

�Damn it to hell...� she muttered. Still
sitting on the floor, she called back, �What is it, then?�

�Isla de Muerta is in sight. We�ll be there
within a quarter-hour.� Lela looked towards the door, confused. An hour had
passed already? But she and Jack had been there for what only seemed
like...just a few minutes. Time just flies when you�re having fun,
dunnit? Lela clenched her teeth and would�ve slapped her mind had it been a
real person.

�Right then,� she yelled, but softer. Jack and
Lela listened to the heavy footsteps grow quieter as Conleth walked away and back
to the helm of the Siren Fire. Lela glanced back to see Jack�s fingers recede
from hers over to the other hand. He replaced the ring to its original spot on
her right hand, and then pulled away and looked down. Had he been looking, he
would�ve seen the tears returning to Lela�s eyes.

Before he saw her coming, Lela had leaned
forward to him, practically falling into him, and wrapped her arms around his
waist. Her legs had straightened out and then loosely curled up against her
while her head laid against Jack�s chest. He was too
surprised and confused to say anything so he did the one thing he could think
of: he hugged her back. Each tightened their grasp on the other, Jack laying
his head on top of Lela�s, and Lela snuggling further into Jack�s embrace.
There they stayed for a number of minutes unknown to both. The world stopped
for a moment and the past and present was forgotten. There was only Jack and
Lela. And each wished to be lost in that single moment in time for the rest of
forever.

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A/N: Yay, c�est fin. Well, not completely the end,
I�m FAR from being done. The chapter�s done. What did ye
fthink luvs? Remember to review. Oh yeah, I wanted to throw in somefthing
directly in the chapter, but I didn�t want to ruin the moment. Remember when
�she felt the barrier...was weakening, deteriorating, eroding�? I couldn�t help
but think of Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty when he said �Eroding! Eeerooooding!!� Lol, one of my
favourite parts. Ah well... Tune in next week for another exciting
chapter of The Siren Song of Pirate Fire!!! <thoughtful blank stare> I just sounded like an announcer
off a daytime TV soap opera, didn�t I? <hangs head
in shame> Oh, dear... Oh yeah, and it won�t be next week, I imagine. More like
tomorrow or somefthing...

Fare thee well, safe journeys, and I�ll be in Scotland a�fore ye!!

Drink and be merry and bed many-a-fair lad!! (Or...ye know...�lass�...what�ere
floats yer boat...ahem...yes...)

Much love,

~*Kitty*~
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