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Can't Remember to Forget You	By : Adorkable Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fourteen years earlier
We laid in the tall grass near the lake a few miles from my family's plantation. Our hands were lightly entwined as we stared up at the blue sky, thick white clouds partially blocking the sun. We were talking lightly and he would make me laugh and blush at his inappropriate jokes that I only sort of understood. It wasn't until I'd met him that I realized just how sheltered I was. I wasn't stupid, just ignorant. But who else but Captain Jack Sparrow would say such things to a fifteen year old girl from a prestigious family?
He pulled me close suddenly, wrapping his hands tightly around my waist, pressing me against him. I rested my hands on his chest, one brushing under his loosened shirt to feel his skin. Heat rose to my cheeks as I stared up into his eyes that seemed to be made of earth and sunshine. One of his calloused hands slid up my back and traced lightly across my neck up to my cheek.
"Maddy," he whispered. Only he called me that. Only he knew who I really was. My mother and father had raised me to be a proper lady. My brother had known the truth about me. The truth that I wasn't a lady at all, he'd told me I was too smart and too wild for my own good. But God had seen it fit that my truest friend, my sweet brother, John, would be taken from me. I could never forgive that. Looking into Jack's face, I could almost forget though.
"One day soon, I'll take you away from this place," he whispered before turning my chin upward so his warm lips could capture mine. His kisses were usually wild and passionate, but this one was soft, slow, sweet. My heart did flips from his words and his mouth on mine. He suckled my lower lip softly, eliciting a soft whimper from my throat. He pulled away only a few centimeters, I could still feel his hot breath tickling against my face.
"Maddy," he whispered again before slamming his lips back to mine forcefully. This was the Jack I knew and loved. He nipped my lip, causing me to moan. He took the opportunity to swirl his tongue against mine, inviting it to play. I returned his efforts, only to have him grasp my tongue and suck it into his mouth. Heat shot from my core and spread through my body causing a gasp.
"Jack!"

I shot awake abruptly in a cold sweat. I rested my head in my hand as I tried to breath normally. A dream. A memory. I had them often enough, but this one had seemed so real. I stiffened when I heard the door to the storage room burst open. I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep for so I couldn't be sure how far we'd gotten. I hunkered down further behind the crates, not even daring a peek at the intruder.
Whoever it was they were angry. A curse slew from his mouth and I heard a load thunk, likely from him hitting something. It was followed by another smack and one of the crates I was behind slammed into the back of my head.
"Ow!" it flew from my mouth before I could even catch myself. I slapped my hand over my mouth roughly, which of course made another noise. Dammit! Why was I so stupid?
"Who is in here?" he commanded. I wasn't very familiar with the voice which meant it was likely one of Barbossa's crewmen. A heard a match strike and a soft glow filled the room. No use hiding now. I stood slowly and was faced with the man that had tried to steal the charts.
"You?" he asked, surprised, "What are you doing in here?" I let out a heavy sigh. Hopefully I could some how convince him not to tell Tai Huang I was here.
"This is going to sound crazy,"I started, slightly fidgeting. He corked an eyebrow and set down the lantern in order to cross his arms over his chest, awaiting my explanation.
"I'm looking for Jack Sparrow too," I started, which caused both of his eyebrows to go upwards.
"I've been looking for him my whole life. We met long ago and we were taken from each other. I've been trying to find him ever since," I told him, eyes downcast.
"You're...in love with him?" he asked with a perplexed look. I just nodded, unable to look into his judging eyes.
"This isn't going to be easy, you understand?" he questioned, bringing my focus back to his face, "Davy Jones' locker isn't something to be taken lightly."
"I don't need to be told that. I would risk everything for even the slightest chance to see him again," I said and I could feel my anger bubbling. Who was he to question my resolve? He raised his hands, palms out.
"I meant no disrespect," he said in defense. His face softened and I relaxed, letting go of the frustration. I needed him to be on my side.
"Please don't tell anyone that I'm here. Not yet, anyway. If Tai Huang finds out too soon, he'll try to turn around to take me back," I told him. He nodded.
"We wouldn't want that. Time is of the essence," he said and I gave him a small smile of thanks. He suddenly sat down on top of one of the lower stacks of crates. I sat down across from him, unsure of what else to do.
"It's Sakura, right?" he said, mispronouncing it, as most Englishmen did. I shook my head lightly.
"It's Madelyn. Just Madelyn," I said softly. I was sick of the false identities and fake names. It'd been so long since I'd just been myself. Madelyn had been good enough for Jack. I'd changed so much since then, innocence lost. I wanted to be that girl again for Jack.
"Will Turner," he said, extending his hand to me. I shook it firmly, glad to be able to call him something other than 'thief.'
"So, how did you end up falling for the infamous Jack Sparrow?" he said, his voice thick with skepticism. I let out a loud sigh.
"We met around fifteen years ago. He was working for the East India Trading company then, before he was a pirate," I began, "He was shipping cargo for my father, that's how I met him." Will let out a low whistle.
"Fifteen years ago? How long has it been since you've seen him?" he asked. There was that skepticism again. God, I really sounded like a fool didn't I? I was a fool to still be in love with him, wasn't I? My hands clenched into tight fists as they rested in my lap.
"Fourteen," I whispered, trembling. Fourteen years I've been longing to see his face again. Fourteen years I've been dreaming that I'd find him and that he'd still love me. It was impossible wasn't it? Even if I did find him, things would never be the same between us. I'm sure he's moved on. I needed the closure though. I had to hear it from him. We'd been ripped apart so painfully, I needed to see him at least one last time.
Will suddenly rested his hand on my shoulder, snapping me from my thoughts. I looked up into his eyes abruptly and saw something strange in them. Pity? No, perhaps understanding.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so rude to you about your feelings towards him. It's obvious this is very real and very painful for you," he said. I gave him a meek smile. I pushed my thoughts of Jack to the back of my mind and tried to straighten myself. I unclenched my fists and gently wiped at the pleats of my dress to smooth the wrinkles.
"So, Will," I started, attempting to change the subject, "What did you come in here cursing and hitting things for?" A pink tinge touched his cheeks. He'd obviously forgotten his outbursts from early and was suddenly embarrassed that I'd been around to hear it. He coughed lightly and scratched the back of his head.
"I guess I'm having my own relationship issues," he admitted shyly. I scooted a bit closer to him, crossing my legs and resting my elbows on the thigh to prop my face in my hands. He chuckled.
"It's my fiancé, Elizabeth. She hasn't spoken to me since..." he abruptly stopped speaking and became very serious. He stared at me very intensely as if some awful thought had just struck him. I sat up straight and cocked my head.
"What is it?" I asked. He looked away and slumped over, leaning against his own legs, hands pressed together slightly.
"They kissed," was all he said at first, now refusing to make eye contact with me. I became even more puzzled, when suddenly his behavior hit me like a ton of bricks.
"You mean, Elizabeth and Jack?" I asked, almost too loudly. I was going to have to remember to be quiet. Will nodded before speaking again.
"Before the Kraken took him and the Black Pearl down, I saw them kiss. Elizabeth said that Jack elected to stay behind to give the rest of us chance to escape," he explained. I swallowed hard, not even because Elizabeth and Jack had shared a kiss, but at the thought of Jack being swallowed by the Kraken. Tears pricked my eyes. I had never expected Jack to wait for me so to speak. Other women were inevitable. I hadn't anticipated his death. Other women I could handle. Never seeing him again, I couldn't.
If he loved her, I could accept that. It would break my heart, but I could hardly blame him after fourteen years. I wasn't going to jump to conclusions though. If he really had accepted his fate, a kiss before his death didn't necessarily mean he was in love with her.
Will was obviously hurting though. It was my turn to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"She won't talk to you at all?" I asked, focusing on his pain instead of my own. I could wait till I had the full story to be sorrowful. Will already had enough of the story to be upset. He shook his head softly.
"Hardly a word. I just can't understand it. How did it all go so wrong?" he said sadly. How did it all go so wrong? I could sympathize with him there. He pulled back, sitting up again and trying to smile suddenly.
"I've been in love with her since the day we met," he told me softly. We talked for a long while, recanting our life experiences. He'd told me about his father and how he'd met Elizabeth. I'd told him about my pirating adventures. He was impressed with my status as Soa Feng's first mate, as well as first mate to another well known pirate captain before him. I was famous, or infamous rather. Being one of the few female pirates, it wasn't surprising that stories of my exploits had been heard all over.
"That was you? How many aliases have you had?" he said with a laugh after telling him of a particularly well known quest of mine.
"Uh, five," I said after counting them off in my head. I changed it every few years in order to keep ahead of various law enforcement. I'd never been arrested and therefore they only had a vague description of me. If it ever seemed like they were catching up with me all I had to do was lay low for a few months and then resurface with a new name sailing with a new captain. They were likely to catch on at some point, but I intended to stay as far from gallows for as long as I could.
"What were they all? If you don't mind my asking," he said, curiosity sparkling in his honey-colored eyes. I smiled, enjoying his intrigue.
"Let's see, the first was Ruby, then Roxanne. Um, it was Scarlet after that, but I'd changed it not long after meeting a rather unfriendly woman named Scarlet in Tortuga. I hadn't wanted to be mistaken for her," I started. Will's eyes widened and erupted in laughter.
"What's so funny?" I said, chuckling a little with him, his laughter infectious.
"I've met her!" he exclaimed, "You're right, she wasn't very friendly."
"After that I started sailing with a man from Norway who called me Elsa. He said I reminded him of his sister with the same name," I continued after finishing my own laughter.
"That's sweet," Will said with a small smile.
"Yeah," I started sarcastically with a shrug of my eyebrows, "Except he didn't treat me very sisterly." Will shook his head at that and immediately his smile became a frown.
"It hasn't been easy being a woman in your position has it?" he asked softly. I shook my head, looking away from his eyes. Will was no pirate. He was a gentleman, I had learned rather quickly. He'd been thrust into this world of piracy, but that didn't mean that's who he was. He would always protect his Elizabeth from the things I'd had to do to survive, even if she chose another. And I couldn't imagine Jack treating her the way men had treated me. It would always be her choice who she bedded, never a necessity, always a choice. I envied her. If she wanted, she could lead the life I had always wanted. Love and freedom without such heavy costs.
I had been lucky with Soa Feng, he'd only asked me to share his bed once. Others had demanded it nearly nightly if I wanted to sail under their flag. But what is a captain here or there if it kept me from being gang raped below decks. I'm an excellent fighter and swordsman, but if over a dozen men tried to take me at once I couldn't win. If they ambushed me while I was sleeping, unprepared, I wouldn't have stood a chance. All of the captains I'd sailed under had warned the crew not to touch me or he'd kill them. Fear might have made them hesitate, but they wouldn't have hesitated long. So the captain's quarters it was.
My darkened mood was interrupted when the door burst open. Will and I went to our feet immediately, startled. Hector stood in the doorway blinking at me. After a few moments, he cursed under his breath.
"Dammit, Ruby, what the hell are ye doin' here? Do ye have any idea where we're headed?" he asked angrily, nearly growling at me.
"Would you quiet down, please?" I asked him softly, looking down at his boots. After all this time I still hated to hear my old mentor scold me. He peeked over his shoulder before walking into the room, softly shutting the door behind him.
"Answer me question!" he demanded after firmly shutting the door.
"It's him," I started, "It's Jack. He was the one I was searching for all those years ago. It turns out, I'm still looking." Barbossa looked completely unfazed and still angry as hell.
"I know," he said suddenly, his voice losing a little of it's edge. My eyes shot up to meet his. How did he know? I never once told him who Jack was!
"You two know each other?" Will asked suddenly. I had forgotten he was even there. Barbossa and I both turned to look at him after a moment. He seemed to get the idea and excused himself from the storage area.
"What do you mean? How could you know?" I said, my fists were at my sides, my arms shaking.
"A few months after ye left Tortuga, after you left with the Spaniard, Jack showed up looking for a crew," he explained, emphasizing Spaniard like it was a dirty word. My knees gave out and I dropped back onto the crate behind me. I hid my face in my hands as tears formed. I'd missed him. If I had just stayed in Tortuga, I could have found my Jack so many painful years ago.
"He was headin' for Isla de Muerta lookin' for the famed treasure of Cortez himself," Hector continued as I fought back my tears.
"Ye see Jack an' I have a bit o' history," he said, "I knew him when he was just a lad. He named me first mate on his voyage. One night while at sea, Jack had a bit too much rum and told me about this sweet lil' thing he'd met a couple years before in England. A pretty freckled thing with dark red hair like rubies." I wiped the tears from my face, but still refused to look Hector in the eyes.
I suddenly took in a sharp breath. Isla de Muerta. I'd clung to every little story about Jack that I could get. It was an old story, almost considered legend. Jack had been mutinied, marooned on an island and left to die. His first mate had led the mutiny.
"You bastard," I spat through clenched teeth, my eyes tightly shut. I stood and finally faced him. I let the tears stream freely down my face.
"How could you?" I whispered. My heart ached with such intensity I was sure it would stop beating any moment. I had loved Hector in my own way. He had done so much for me I couldn't help but love him.
"You knew what he meant to me and you tried to kill him anyway," I said through my anger and hurt.
"Turns out a ship and a crew meant more to me than ye do," he said smugly. I slapped him. It had been a girly thing to do. I was a hardened pirate, but in this moment I was simply a woman and I slapped him.
I sat back down and just let myself cry, the taste of betrayal all too bitter.
"Madelyn," Hector said, his voice dry but commanding. He never called me Madelyn. I looked up at him and saw something in his eyes I had never seen before.
"He searched for you too," was all he said before walking out the door.
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