Of Revenge and Shattered Dreams | By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Usual disclaimers – I
don’t even have to look at the keyboard to type those words anymore!
With thanks to KillerK,
PirateAurora, beatlechicksteph, Mrs. Depp, shanz-sparrow (welcome!), Miss
Sophia, Punkdpirate (welcome!), Orlando’s Hot Chick, A Depp Girl, Galleria,
BoricuaSparrow, Dramaced (you both just made it before uploading!), and Hilary
for reviewing and editing.
PirateAurora, I’m glad you enjoyed the last few chapters. One of my biggest fears is the story
becoming stale and boring, so I like to keep you all on your toes.
Beatlechicksteph, oh crumbs! Thank
you!
Miss Sophia, I suppose Jenny has spent more time on land than on
sea and if she and Jack do have any children, she’d have to live on land
then.
Punkdpirate, thank you for your kind words. If you would like the story from Shay &
Patience’s perspective, email me and I will send you the chapters.
Galleria, I know Ireland is green – I’m from that other island
just across the Irish Sea!
Boricua, flamin’ hell woman!
Triplets?! Don’t you
think Jenny has suffered enough? ;)
Dramaced, sorry! I suppose I was a little bloodthirsty at the
time :D
Two things. Firstly, Hils and I will be working on a
joint story when this is finished. We
needs someone who is proficient in Italian, particularly swear words and
curses!
Secondly, for the the
newbies I have, if you would like another good read sometime, search for Hils
here on ffnet. She has some great
stories!
…
Chapter
Twenty-three: ‘Well if we’re always arguin’, yer always fuc…’
‘Patience!’ Shay bounded down to the gundeck eagerly,
catching his lover just as she was about to fall out of the hammock – yet
again.
‘Bleedin’ hell, Shay!’ she grumbled. ‘What’s th’panic?’
‘We’re here! We’ve
reached Nevis,’ he beamed. Joshamee
Gibbs had informed him that there was a nice church in the town of Newcastle,
which is where Jack had in mind for them to live anyway, and he and Patience
had been eager to reach it and get on with their wedding plans.
‘Here?!’ she grinned, whooping with delight and throwing her
arms around him. ‘I don’t bleedin’ care
if it’s a fancy church or not, Erinman,’ she warned. ‘Yer ain’t dallyin’ any more.’
‘I ain’t th’one who’s been dallyin,’ he protested as he
hugged her in the cramped space. ‘Come
on, come and have a look at it.’ Shay
led her through the deck and up to the main deck, glancing out at the land to
starboard. ‘Look,’ he pointed.
‘It’s hilly,’ she exclaimed. ‘Looks like Tortuga!’
‘Gawd help us,’ Shay retorted. ‘If it’s anythin’ like that hellhole, we ain’t livin’ there.’
‘Yer dallyin’ again,’ she warned, kicking his shin for good
measure.
‘You two at it again?’ Jack sighed as he approached
them.
‘At least whilst she’s havin’ a go at me, she’s leavin’ ye
alone,’ Shay moaned humourously.
‘True enough mate,’ Jack grinned, pulling a face at the
small Tortugan woman.
‘How’s Jenny?’ Patience asked. She was surprised not to see her on deck as well.
‘Gettin’ dressed,’ Jack replied, grinning wolfishly. Despite his worries, Jenny had perked up and
got some of her spark back on the week long voyage and had begun to be less
needy of him, less afraid of the demons that haunted her. The excitement of Patience and Shay’s
forthcoming wedding helped, as the two women spent many hours going over the
preparations.
‘Well if we’re always arguin’, yer always fuc…’
‘Patience!’ Shay warned, glaring at her, despite Jack’s
laughter.
‘Yer no slouch yerself, missy,’ came the teasing riposte.
‘We’re here then?’ came Jenny’s voice from behind them as
she walked over to Jack and wound her arms around him, hugging his back.
‘We are, sleepyhead,’ he teased, turning around and kissing
her.
‘See what I mean…’ Patience remarked, giving Jenny an
innocent smile. ‘Amazin’ stamina fer a
man his age,’ she muttered, loud enough for Jack to hear, as she turned and
looked at the land that was to be her new home.
‘What is going on?’ Jenny asked, looking from her lover to
her friend and back again.
‘I wouldn’t ask if I were ye, cailin,’ Shay sighed, shaking
his head. ‘They’re at it again.’
‘No,’ Patience said quietly. ‘They’re th’ones who’re at it.’
‘Patience Riley, if ye don’t behave yerself…’
‘Yer’ll do what?’ she goaded, shrieking and darting out of
the way as he went to pick her up.
‘Yer’ll have ter be quicker than that, Erinman,’ she laughed, running
back down below with Shay giving chase.
‘What are they going to be like when they’re married?’ Jenny
wondered, chuckling at their antics.
‘Probably borin’ an’ quiet!’ Jack laughed.
‘I doubt that.’
‘Me neither,’ he agreed.
‘Come on, let’s take over th’helm until we reach th’reefs. Been ages since we did that.’
‘It has,’ she smiled, walking with him towards Olabisi.
‘You want th’ship, Cap’n suh?’
‘If ya don’t mind, Bisi.’
Jack took the wheel from his helmsman and Jenny ducked beneath his arms,
holding onto the spokes and smiling softly as he covered her hands with
his. ‘This is nice, eh luv?’ he
murmured into her ear.
‘Lovely,’ she replied, settling back into his arms and
enjoying the feel of the sea through the wheel.
‘I’ve been thinkin’…’ Jack began. ‘Patience was teasin’ me about me age earlier, an’ although it
was in jest, she had a point. I am
gettin’ older. Being captain isn’t
gettin’ any easier an’ I’m takin’ longer ter heal from injuries.’
‘What are you getting at?’ Jenny asked. She’d had a feeling something had been
playing on his mind for a while now but had decided to wait until he wanted to
tell her freely.
‘If ya settle here, an’ we have a family… I might
retire from th’sea.’
Jenny turned and gaped at him in shock. This had been the last thing she was
expecting. ‘Give up The Pearl?’
‘Not give her up… maybe put her in someone elses capable
hands until any son I have is old enough ter captain her himself.’
‘Who? What if you
have no more sons?’
‘M’daughter then,’ he grinned.
‘Who would you entrust her to? Joshamee?’
‘Nah, he’s too old himself.
I was thinkin’ of someone like… Shay.’
‘Shay? But he
doesn’t know that much about sailing.
Have you said anything to him?’
‘Of course I haven’t.
I wouldn’t say anything until I spoke ter ya first. Shay picks things up like that,’ he replied,
snapping his fingers together. ‘He
already knows a helluva lot about sailin’ an’ if I concentrated on teachin’ him
even more, he’d make a brilliant captain, I know he would.’
‘You know he can’t read very well?’
‘I know, I was wonderin’ if ya’d teach him.’
‘Yes, I had promised to teach Patience anyway, once we’re
settled. I might as well teach them
both. What about their trip to
Ireland? Do you think they’ll come
back?’
‘I don’t know,’ Jack admitted. His friend’s announcement that he wanted to take his new wife to
meet his family had thrown him a little and he wondered whether to abandon the
idea altogether.
‘You could always use the chance of being Captain as a
lure,’ Jenny suggested. ‘Make it worth
his while coming back…’
‘Now I know why I luv ya,’ he grinned, kissing the nape of
her neck.
‘Seriously though, Jack,’ she said quietly. ‘What if we don’t have any more
children?’
Jack sighed heavily, hugging Jenny tighter. ‘We will,’ he promised. ‘But if we don’t, I can’t think of anyone
I’d rather see at th’helm.’
‘All right,’ she agreed.
‘When are you going to tell him?
I’d leave it until after the wedding, they have enough excitement going
on just now.’
‘All right luv, I’ll leave ‘til then. Look!’
He pointed towards the land.
‘There’s Newcastle. Time ter
keep watch fer th’reefs.’ He yielded
the helm back to Olabisi and set about ordering his crew to their designated
duties, some climbing the masts to haul in sail, some taking up the long oars
of the sweeps and the rest peering over the side of the ship, watching out for
the beautiful but treacherous reef that surrounded the approach to Newcastle.
…
‘I can’t believe it’s only a couple of days away,’ Patience
said as she and Jenny walked across the deck.
‘Is there anythin’ we’ve forgotten?’
‘Have you spoken to Mr. Gibbs yet? He’s just over there.’
‘Patience!’ Joshamee
Gibbs smiled as the girl approached him with a little trepidation. ‘Are you looking forward to it?’
‘Ter what? Oh, the
wedding! Yes…’ She paused for a moment, before looking up
at him. ‘Mr. Gibbs, would ya mind if I
asked ya a question?’
‘Of course pet, what?’
‘Do ya have family, children like?’
‘I had a wife, years ago, but she died young. I’ve no children - none that I know of
anyway. Why?’
‘It’s just Jenny told me that I have ter have a man ter give
me away, an’ I ain’t got no family. I
was... um... wondering if yer would do it, on account that ya at least knew me
mother.’
‘Me?!’ he exclaimed in surprised. ‘I’d be honoured to.’ He gave her a bear hug, a huge beam on his
face. ‘Thank you for asking me - I’ll sort
my best suit out just for you.’
‘Ya don’t have ter do anything fancy, just wash an’ walk me
up the aisle,’ Patience smiled, touching his shirt. ‘I thought this was yer best suit anyway,’ she teased.
‘You little imp,’ he laughed. ‘No, I have one put away for special occasions... athough I don’t
remember the last special occasion when it came out,’ he mused.
Patience grinned and turned to Jenny, walking towards them
across the deck. ‘All right,’ she
grinned. ‘I got me man!’
‘I thought Shay was your man,’ she laughed, winking at
Joshamee.
‘I should be so lucky,’ he chuckled, going about his
business with a broad grin on his face.
‘Right,’ Jenny smiled.
‘Are you ready to go fetch the dress and shoes? I’ve got Davy and Pete to row us ashore.’
‘Not Shay?’ she pouted playfully, looking around with a
little disappointment.
‘You’ll get plenty of Shay soon enough,’ Jenny laughed,
linking arms with her friend as they walked across the deck.
‘Are ye sure about those shoes?’ she sulked, climbing
gingerly down into the waiting boat.
‘Davy, yer pervy dog! Stop
peeping!’
‘Me?’ he asked, an innocent expression on his face. Pete just laughed knowingly.
Patience clouted Davy good naturedly on the arm as she sat
cautiously in the boat. ‘How much will
ye pay me not ter tell Shay ye were peekin’?’ she teased.
‘No!’ Davy laughed.
‘Please don’t tell Shay... anythin’ but that!’
Patience laughed, unable to keep a straight face. ‘Men, eh?’ she chuckled to Jenny as she too
climbed into the boat.
The two men made short work of the fair distance to shore
and helped the women off the boat once they reached the wharf, paying the
harbourmaster the mooring charge.
‘Come on,’ Jenny urged excitedly. ‘Let’s go and get our dresses.’
‘Will they be waitin’ fer us or do we have ter wave?’
Patience asked, surprised that it seemed they were to be allowed in the town
unaccompanied by any men.
‘Nah, we’re comin’ with ya,’ Pete announced gloomily. ‘Although I ain’t goin’ in th’seamstress’s
shop,’ he warned.
‘Can’t ya bugger off in th’nearest tavern?’ Patience sighed.
‘Jenny’s orders,’ he sighed in reply.
‘An’ we’d rather disobey Jack,’ Davy put in.
Patience turned to Jenny in surprise. ‘Yer orders? Afraid I’ll do a runner?’ she teased. ‘No! No! Not th’shoes!’
She started to run towards the town, laughing.
Jenny chuckled at her friend’s antics. ‘No, I’m afraid Jack would have my guts for
garters if we went around without an escort,’ she replied, rolling her eyes.
Patience stopped and looked back at her, sighing. ‘Always th’escort, eh?’ she said quietly.
‘Yes,’ Jenny nodded sadly.
Patience waited for Jenny to catch up, the shine taken off
the day slightly. ‘I’ll be allowed out
on me own though, won’t I?’ she worried.
‘You’ll have to see Shay about that,’ she shrugged, smiling
at the thought of someone trying to accost her young friend.
‘Good. I ain’t used
ter company.’ She glanced back at the
men who were following half-heartedly behind them.
‘Here we are,’ Jenny announced. ‘Go on, go to the tavern,’ she urged the men, who gratefully took
her up on the offer and hurried towards the nearest inn across the street from
the haberdashery.
‘Yeah, bugger off!’ Patience insisted, shooing them away
eagerly. They opened the door to the
shop and entered, looking about for the seamstress.
‘Hello?’ Jenny called.
‘I know,’ Patience muttered under her breath. ‘Best behaviour, right…?’
‘Right,’ Jenny murmured back, smiling as a large Carib woman
appeared from the back room.
‘Ah, hello ladies,’ she beamed as she approached them. ‘I just put th’finishin’ touches to yer
dress this morning,’ she smiled at Patience.
‘Come on through.’
‘Thank you,’ Jenny smiled as they followed her to the back
room.
Patience grinned excitedly, eager to see the dress despite
herself. She had never had anything
new, and most definitely not anything that had been specially made for her and
her eyes lit up as she spied the dress which was hanging up in front of them as
they entered a small room.
Jenny gasped. ‘It’s
wonderful,’ she smiled, turning and hugging her friend.
It was made of cream silk over which was a delicate
Chantilly lace, with ties down the front so that it hugged her figure. It had long, lace sleeves and a modest
neckline with a broad satin ribbon around the waist and bodice.
‘You will look a picture,’ Jenny exclaimed, fingering a
delicate lace sleeve.
‘It’s right fine,’ Patience agreed, wide-eyed, too afraid to
even touch the fabric.
‘Th’other dress is here,’ the seamstress smiled, taking
another dress from the folds of some rag and revealing Jenny’s dress, also
silk, but a rich buttermilk yellow with a scoop neck. The shoulders were puffed, with cream lace making up the
sleeve. A chain belt hung down the
front of the not too full skirt.
‘Oh Jen! We’re goin’
ter look great!’ Patience grinned.
‘We are indeed,’ Jenny replied excitedly. ‘Has the Captain paid you?’ she asked the
seamstress.
‘He has,’ the woman smiled. ‘Here I have a special small
trunk ter pack yer dresses in. Th’shoes
are already in there.’ She busied
herself carefully laying the two dresses out into the trunk, which was lined
with clean rag.
‘Shoes!’ Patience hissed, pulling a face.
‘Thank you,’ Jenny smiled sweetly, ignoring her friend and
picking the trunk up.
‘Oh no ya don’t,’ Patience chided, taking the trunk from
her. ‘That’s what those two useless
tur... men out there are for!’
‘I’m not walking into the tavern to fetch them,’ Jenny
snorted as they left the haberdashery, waving goodbye to the seamstress.
‘We can walk in t’gether if ya like,’ Patience offered,
placing the trunk under her arm.
‘All right,’ Jenny grinned and they went off in the
direction of the tavern.
Patience walked brazenly into the tavern, easily spotting
the two Black Pearl men and making for their table. A buzz went up from men drinking in the tavern at the sight of
two attractive women walking in unaccompanied, until Davy and Pete stood and
made their way over to them.
‘Ya all done then?’ Davy asked, taking the trunk off
Patience as she held it out.
‘Yes,’ she grinned.
‘All done an’ dusted. Now ya can
take us back again.’ She fell into step
with Jenny as they walked back down towards the wharf.
…
‘Is there anything else I don’t know that I need ter do?’
Patience asked as soon as they set foot on the deck of The Black Pearl
once more.
‘No, I think that’s about it. Apart from the fact you are not allowed to see Shay the night
before your wedding…’
‘What?!’
‘You and I can stay in the inn the night before. We can get ready together then,’ Jenny
smiled.
‘First those bleedin’ shoes an’ now this?’ She looked at Jenny, pleading. ‘At least tell me th’shoes are a joke, eh?’
‘No…’
‘They hurt,’ she pouted.
‘It will only be for an hour or two,’ Jenny placated. ‘You can’t wear a beautiful dress with no
shoes.’
Patience pulled a face at her friend, frowning at the
thought of wearing the instruments of torture for two whole hours.
‘At least I’ll have one more night with him,’ she
grinned. ‘P’raps we should just live in
sin... be a damned sight easier!’
‘You are not getting out of wearing those shoes!’ Jenny
admonished jokingly. ‘I’ve been married
twice,’ she mused. ‘I’m not sure I’d
want to chance a third time, even to Jack.’
‘They say third time lucky,’ Patience teased, looking up to
see Jack nearby. ‘But then again...’
‘Oi! I heard that,
missy!’ he growled playfully. Don’t
think ya can’t still be thrown in th’brig...’ he threatened with a grin.
‘Jack!’ Jenny
admonished. ‘That isn’t a nice thing to
say to her just before her wedding.’
‘I was only joking,’ he pouted, looking guiltily at Patience
glowering at him.
‘Two can play at that game,’ she muttered to herself.
‘Bloody hell, what is it about weddings that makes women so
grumpy?’ he sighed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
Patience looked at Jenny, a ghost of a smile on her
lips. ‘Men…’ she exclaimed.
Jenny looked at Patience with a puzzled frown, wondering
what her friend was up to, but kept quiet.
‘Well, are you going to apologise to her?’ she demanded, folding her
arms.
‘Hell’ll freeze over,’ Patience snorted. ‘I’d best head ter me hammock. I’ve a long day t’morrow.’
‘Women...’ Jack muttered, going on his way. ‘Bloody touchy...’
‘I’ll give you touchy just now my lad,’ Jenny warned,
winking at Patience.
Patience smiled at her.
‘G’night Jenny,’ she smiled before heading down the hatch to the crew
quarters, relieved that it would be her last night in the accursed hammock.
…
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