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Bittersweet Homecomings	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 3442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Usual
disclaimers.

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Chapter two: ‘I’m
already damned ter hell luv.’

Jack held the
piece of wood up to the light and smiled with satisfaction then threaded it
onto a length of leather string and knotted it. He went below to his cabin hoping
to find Jenny there and grinning when she appeared from the side cabin in a
pretty cotton dress of a pale green colour with tiny beads decorating the
bodice.
‘Ya look
gorgeous luv.’ He wound her arms around her waist and kissed her gently on the
lips, savouring the taste of her. ‘I’ve got somethin’ for ya.’

‘What?’ Jenny
smiled eagerly, teasing his beard braids around her finger.

‘Close yer eyes
an’ no peekin.’

‘Jack…’

‘I mean it. If
ya peek, ya don’t get.’ He took the necklace from his pocket and put it over
her head, nestling the pendant between her breasts.

‘Jenny frowed as
she opened her eyes then looked down, gasping in surprise at the small heart
carved from wood hanging around her neck. ‘Where… did you make this?’

‘Aye luv, cut it
from a lump o’wood then painted oakum oil on it. I reckon if ya don’t like
wearin’ fancy jewels on board, ya might like this instead.’ His tone was
teasing, for Jack had only made it as a bit of fun, but Jenny’s eyes were moist
as she toyed with the wooden heart.

‘It’s
beautiful,’ she whispered, fighting down a lump in her throat.

‘Ya like
it?’

‘Oh Jack, you
made it for me, of course I like it.’ She threw her arms around his neck,
kissing him over and over until they were both breathless and laughing.
‘Thank you.’

‘It was a
pleasure luv. I’d have made one sooner if I’d known ya’d like it that much,’ he
smiled, thanking the Gods for his good fortune.

…

Jack had
forbidden Jenny to go ashore while the crew traded with the villages of the
native tribes dotted along the coast of the large continent. He knew as a white
woman she would be highly prized by them and was not prepared to take any
chances, but now they were approaching Fortaleza, he realised he would have a
hard time keeping her on board, even though she was developing a susperstition
of Gibb-esque proportions about the town. He had been extra protective towards
Jenny since they thought that she might be pregnant but her bleeds had started,
heavier than usual and she had been confined to bed for a few days. Jack had been
sorely disappointed, whereas Jenny had been both sad and relieved. She was not
sure whether she was ready to be the mother of a pirate’s child just yet.

Jack was broken
from his reverie by a shout from Billy Wheeler, who was pointing at a large
merchant ship in the harbour of the fort town.

‘D’ya reckon
we’ll do good trade wi’them Cap’n?’

‘Aye young Mr.
Wheeler, I reckon we might just.’ Jack nodded at Paul Rochester at the helm and
left him to guide the ship to anchor, while he went down to the hold with
Gibbs, Pete and Davy in tow to sort out what they had left that would be worth
trading. Not all merchant ship traded with pirates he knew, but Jack reckoned
nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Jenny looked
into the chest of drawers where all her dresses were kept, trying to decide
which one to wear before pulling out a dark brown cotton pinafore dress and
found out a cream, long sleeved blouse to wear beneath it. She started
undressing, swearing as she heard Jack’s and Mr. Gibb’s voices from outside the
cabin door and she bolted across the cabin with the clothes clutched in her
hands, pulling the drapes across just as all four men entered the cabin.

‘Jack!’
she cried in exasperation, shooting dark looks at him through the velvet
curtain.

‘What luv?’

‘I was getting
undressed…’

‘Ah, sorry
darlin’. Would’ve given the men somethin’ ter smile about at least,’ he
grinned, winking broadly at Pete who returned the grin.

‘Did you find
anything to trade in the hold?’ she enquired, buttoning up the floppy blouse.

‘Aye luv, plenty
o’fine furnishings and dresses. D’ya need a hand wi’the laces?’

‘No, I’m not
wearing a boned dress in this heat.’

‘Ya sure about
comin’ ashore?’

‘I have spent
five weeks stuck on this ship. Yes, I am definitely sure about coming ashore,
Fortaleza or not.’ She finished dressing and stepped out from behind the
drapes, smiling at the men present.

‘Ya look very
nice,’ commented Davy, who immediately looked sorry as his captain shot him a
warning glance.

‘Aye luv, very
nice indeed.’ Jack wound his arm around her waist and hugged her to him
possessively, planting a kiss on her cheek. He looked down at the wooden
pendant still hanging around her neck and grinned. ‘No fancy jewels then?’ he
laughed, feeling his chest swell with pride that she preferred the simple heart
to any of the jewels in her box.

‘Let’s get going
then,’ Pete urged, eager to sample the onshore delights of the Brazilian town
once again.

… … … …

Jenny wandered
around the market, enjoying her own company for it was a rarity on board ship.
She felt grateful that nothing bad had befallen anyone in the three days they
had been at the port but was still looking forward to leaving the town the
following day. She was shaken from her thoughts by a voice calling her.

‘Mistress Samuels?’

Jenny turned
around in shock, her hand going to the hilt of a dagger hidden in the folds of
her dress.

‘You are
Mistress Jenny Samuels, are you not?’ Nicholas Boothe smiled, he hoped,
reassuringly at her. It would not do to spook her any more than she obviously
already was. ‘Thank goodness we have found you.’

‘Who are you?’
Jenny’s voice was cold and she pulled the dagger out, flashing it before her.

‘Now, now. We
mean you no harm. We have been sent by your eldest brother to inform you that…’
Boothe wracked his brain, trying to remember the name of her favourite brother,
‘James is seriously ill.’

‘James?
What happened?’

‘He’s
cripppled,’ interjected Thomas Hall and she looked at him in horror.

‘Crippled? Oh
dear Lord, no. How did it happen?’ She leaned heavily against the wall of a
house, gasping for breath.

Boothe smiled
inwardly at his partners surprising flash of inspiration. ‘His horse fell on
him I’m afraid. He’s been begging to see you again, so your brother hired us to
come out here to collect you. We got to Port Royal but found you were no longer
in the Governor’s employment so we have spend these past few weeks looking for
you, eventually tracking you down to here.’

‘I must get back
to the ship.’ She started to hurry down the cobbled street towards the docks,
her mind whirring. The two men trailed behind her at a short distance.

‘There is a ship
that leaves for Grand Turk in the morning. I have taken the liberty of booking
us all on that and we can get passage back to England from there,’ Boothe smiled,
although he feared he may have overstepped the mark when she turned and looked
at him sharply.

‘I will be
making my own way back to England, thank you,’ she replied coolly then
continuing on her way.

‘Of course
Mistress Samuels. I don’t suppose there is a chance my partner and I could
travel with you, is there?’

‘I will have to
speak with Ja… the Captain first, but he is not known for taking passengers.
Wait here,’ Jenny untied the ships boat from its mooring and climbed in. ‘I
shall return shortly with an answer.’

‘Of course
Mistress, take your time.’ Boothe and Hall watched as Jenny rowed herself
towards the black ship anchored a short way from the wharf and climbed aboard,
disappearing from their sight.

‘What
th’bleedin’ ‘ell are we goin’ ter do now?’ Hall raged, his face becoming puce
with anger.

‘Calm down, calm
down. Let us hear what answer Sparrow has to give, then play it by ear, all
right?’

… … … …

‘No?!
What do you mean no? My brother is seriously ill, he needs to see me and I need
to see him. Please Jack, please,’ she begged, tears spilling down her
cheeks.

‘I am not
sailin’ all th’way ter England on the say so of two men who somehow
managed ter track ya all the way down here. Who are they, anyhow?’

‘Men my brother
Mark hired to find me and tell me the news. If you will not take me there, I
will go with them.’

‘No yer bloody
well won’t, Jenny Samuels,’ Jack exploded, banging his fist on the table. ‘I
want ter meet these gentlemen. Suss them out fer meself, savvy?’

‘You do not own me
Jack. I am not your wife so you shall not tell me what I can and cannot do.’

‘We’ve had this
conversation before as I recall, an’ in this very town as well. I do own
ya luv an’ ya will do as I say.’

‘Damn you Jack
Sparrow. Damn you to hell.’ Jenny turned and stormed from the cabin, hoping to
get off the ship before Jack caught up with her but her luck was out and she
felt his hands grip her arms as she reached the starboard railing.

‘I’m already
damned ter hell luv,’ he growled menecingly into her ear, his eyes taking in
the sight of the two men waiting on the quayside. ‘An’ I’ll take yer down with
me if ya disobey, savvy?’ He pulled her away from the ships’ side and all but
threw her towards the hatch. ‘If I have ter lock ya in th’brig, I will. Now get
back to th’cabin while I go an’ meet these men, an’ if I find ya gone when I
get back…’ Jack left the threat open, mostly because he was unsure what he
would do if she was not there when he returned. He hoped he would not have to
find out.

… … … …

Jack regarded
the men across the table of the tavern he had led them to, admitting to himself
that they sounded plausible. But something nagged at him and he could not put
his finger on what which put him on guard. He tended to listen to his inner
voice nowadays and it rarely let him down.

‘All right
gentlemen. I’ll take her back ter England meself an’ ya can find yer own way
back, how’s about that, eh?’

Thomas Halls
spluttered and went to say something until Nicholas Boothe’s hand stopped him.
‘Very well Captain Sparrow, if that is what you wish. Our job is done, we were
merely trying to find a way back home to our families as quickly as possible,
that is all.’

‘Aye well, it’ll
have ter take a while longer. I don’t take passengers an’ yer not sailors, so…’
Jack shrugged and downed his ale then rose from the seat. ‘But if ya approach
Jenny again without there being a member of me crew with her, I’ll personally
kill yer myself, savvy?’

‘Yes Captain
Sparrow, our apologies.’ Boothe waited until the pirate had left the tavern and
turned to his partner, whispering in his ear conspiratorily.

…

Jack took his
time walking back to the wharf, wanting some time to think before facing Jenny
once more. ‘I wish I knew what’s wrong,’ he mused, stroking his beard
braids absently. He did not want to go all the way back to England on the say
so of strangers, but if Jenny’s brother was seriously ill he knew she
would never forgive him.

The argument was
still going round and round in his head as he tied the boat to the side of The
Pearl and climbed up to the deck, looking round to see if Jenny was there
and feeling pleased to find she was not, until the thought that she might have
jumped ship occurred to him and he hurried below quickly.

‘Well?’ Jenny
rose from the window seat and faced Jack. Her eyes were red from crying.

‘Well, I don’t
know luv. We’d be gone th’best part o’six months by th’time we sail over there,
berth in a safe port, make our way ter Worcester an’ back again. In fact it
would probably be longer.’

‘Six months! You
would begrudge me six measly bloody months?’ Jenny spat, picking up an unlit
lamp from the table and hurling it at Jack who dodged it and winced as it
crashed against the wall behind him.

‘I haven’t said
no, have I?’ he soothed, trying to calm her down.

‘You have not
said yes either…’

‘I’ll sleep on
it, savvy? Come ‘ere luv.’ Jack reached out, wanting to comfort her but she
glared angrily at him and turned her back.

‘Fine, that’s
the way ya want it, I’m goin’ ter join th’men in th’town. I expect ya ter still
be here when I get back.’ Jack stormed from the cabin, locking it behind him
and smiled thinly to himself as he heard Jenny’s howl of rage follow him up the
steps. ‘Serves yer right,’ he thought before climbing back down the side
of the ship, eager to get some proper booze inside him.

…

Jenny paced the
cabin, lashing out at anything and everything and ranting and raving until her
anger slowly spent itself and she started to think rationally again. ‘I must
give him a clear argument why I should go,’ she told herself as she tidied
up the mess she had created, pausing from time to time to wipe away the tears
of worry about her beloved brother. ‘I must not get angry,’ but she
looked out at the darkening skies and frowned, wondering if Jack was going to
return that night.

…

Jack stood
unsteadily and tried to focus on the exit of the inn, frowning as he attempted
to walk towards one of the three doors swaying before his eyes and wondering
which one was the door and which two were the wall. He stopped in the middle of
the room and shook his head, hitting a man equally drunk behind him with his
beads. ‘S-sorry mate,’ he slurred
before carrying on his way. He laughed to himself as he located the door at the
first attempt and stepped out into the cooler night air. It would be a fallacy
to say the air was cool for it was not, but it was certainly a lot cooler and
fresher than the fug within the tavern and it started to work on sobering Jack
up slightly.

He stopped as he
heard a sound behind him but when he looked, the street was empty so he carried
on his way once more. The world exploded with flashes of light and pain as he
was clubbed on the head from an unseen assailant and he fell to the ground,
curling up to protect himself from the blows and kicks that rained down on him until
the world went black.

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Author’s
notes:
Not a lot was
known about the workings of women’s bodies in those days and Jack and Jenny
probably would not have known that she had a miscarriage which is why I didn’t
refer to it as such.

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