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Loving the Heartless	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone from Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did I would have a mansion and 12 cars by now. This is just for fun and I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: Now Jones has the ‘Pearl’. Somehow I doubt Jack will be taking that lying down.

Chapter Four: A Night for Remembrance
    A lot can happen in ten years. In fact it only took two for Sarah to have another unexpected visitor. Even though she knew it was nowhere near time for her mysterious captain to appear, she still made a picnic and took it down to the beach every day. She was just about to begin making a couple sandwiches for her daily trip when she was interrupted by a frantic knocking on her door. Quirking an eyebrow, the boyishly dressed female moved to the door and opened it to reveal a disheveled looking pirate the same age as her. “Move, move, move!” he hissed urgently, his thick dreds flying in his face as he ran past her and into the house.
    Blinking in confusion, the 36 year old peered out her door to see a veritable army of soldiers heading toward her house. Gasping in alarm, the young woman slipped her door closed and herded her ‘guest’ into her bedroom. Motioning for quiet, the pants wearing female moved a section of the carpet aside to reveal a trapdoor. “Follow me or stay here for them t’find ya,” she hissed, slipping into the small opening.
    Her odd companion rushed to join her, pulling the trapdoor shut behind him. Instead of inky blackness, there was a warm, soft glow filling the surprisingly large room. The male stared at her with confusion, understanding coming into his dark eyes when he saw a candle in her hands. “Follow me and I’ll get us outta this mess,” she whispered, barely audible. Then she turned and began to walk down a long tunnel that seemed to stretch on forever. Without questioning her, the pirate followed close behind her; staring up at the wooden walls with a mixture of awe and wonder.
    “How did ye ever build alla this?” he whispered, straightening his large hat and thick coat.
    “My da’ built this himself. It got passed to me when they passed. Handy lil escape route isn’t it?” she responded, grinning back at the man behind her; allowing herself to give him the once over.
    He was rather tall, the top of her head coming to his shoulder, and dressed in normal pirate garb. A thick, dark grey coat was draped over his lithe frame and thick belts were across his chest and around his waist. A white sash was also tied around his waist and under his belt, hanging over his left leg. A goatee graced his mouth, two braids dangling from his chin. Something about him made a sense of recognition wash through her. “I’ve seen posters all over for yer head,” she whispered, continuing to lead him down the tunnel until they reached another huge, open room.
    There were three doors in the far wall, no markings or signs to differentiate them from eachother. Yet the young woman led him down the middle path without hesitation. “My da’ made a bit of a maze down here. If you choose the wrong passage you can easily get lost down here forever,” she murmured as she continued, the light of the candle creating odd shadows on her face.
    “Fascinatin’ and all but what was that you were saying about wanted posters?” the man asked, sounding a bit nervous as well as suspicious.
    “Ye’ve nothin’ ta fear from me Jack Sparrow. Me own da’ was a pirate and I be followin’ in his footsteps soon enough,” she assured with a chuckle, leading him into another large room. This time there were six doors, two in the wall in front of them and two more on each wall. Without pausing for even a second, she led her companion down the hall on the left wall that was closest to the northwestern corner of the room.
    They continued this way for what seemed like miles, coming across several rooms with a steadily growing number of doors in the walls. Yet every time the female led on with no hesitation, even hummed to herself merrily despite the candle growing ever smaller in her hands. After what seemed an endless time to the man behind her, they finally reached a room with a stairway leading upwards. “Just go up through there and wait for me Jack. I’ll lead you to the docks,” she whispered, blowing out the candle and plunging them both into inky blackness.
    After a few moments of fumbling noises a crack of light illuminated the underground room as Jack opened the trapdoor and slipped out. Sarah wasn’t far behind, closing the small opening behind her and successfully preserving her father’s secret tunnels. “Alright, follow me but stay quiet and stay low. We have no idea just how many of them bastards there are,” she hissed, going into a crouch and leading the way down a very dark, very narrow alleyway. After what seemed like an eternity of wandering through the tight, dark passages, the young female led them to an opening that led to the expansive shipyards.
    Thankfully there were plenty of other men dressed similarly to Jack and his mostly silent companion, so it wouldn’t be that hard for him to slip into the crowd unnoticed and make his way to his ship. Turning to the woman who had led him here with a smile on his face, the dreadlocked captain was stunned to see she had already left. “I’ll have to make a note of where that girl lives. I have a few things I’m curious about,” he murmured to himself before slipping into the bustling crowd.
    Another two years passed in relative peacefulness for Sarah. She bought herself a ship and had even begun making short voyages on it, always making sure to be back within a few hours to keep her vigil on the beach. Yet, despite gathering a crew and beginning a career as a pirate, she had yet to pick a name for herself and her crew was beginning to whisper. Thankfully she had managed to find a loyal crewman who used to ship with the Queen’s Navy named Joe. Joe had had her back since day one, before she had even hired him.
    She had been in a nearby pirate den, searching for men of worth amongst the filth; unknowing of a would be murderer stalking her. She only became aware of it when she heard a crash behind her. Whirling around, the new piratess saw a rather tall, burly pirate holding a much scrawnier, dirtier pirate who wore a long, straggly, black goatee on his chin against a wall by his throat. To her shock, the skinnier pirate held a long, wickedly sharp looking dagger. “And what were ya thinkin’ of doin’ with that blade matey,” the bigger man snarled, his grip tightening slightly on the other man’s throat.
    Choking slightly, the rattier pirate’s eyes filled with fear as he began to shake his head in negation. “Ya got me wrong! T’was merely trying ta find me seat I was,” the dangling pirate gasped out, the dagger slipping from his grip and clattering to the floor as both his hands came up to scrabble uselessly at the much bigger male’s arm’s.
    “If that were the case, then why was yer blade drawn,” the burly man snarled, releasing the man to allow him to flee like the rat he was. Then her would-be protector turned towards her with a smile.
    “How would ya like ta join my crew? You’ll be the first member,” Sarah offered, smiling back.
    Coming out of her reverie, she looked down at the tiny crew that scuttled across the deck of her ship. It had been a long two years but she had finally managed to gather a crew that she felt she could trust. “Oi! Miss pirate person,” called a vaguely familiar voice from the docks her ship was currently tied to. Whipping her black head around, the young woman looked down to see none other than Jack Sparrow waving up at her. A slight grin appearing on her pale face, the new captain grabbed a hold of a long rope hanging from one of the masts and swung herself out over the docks; releasing the rope and landing flawlessly on the slotted wood.
    “Hey Jack, long time no see! The heat finally cool off enough for you to come back?” she chirped, honestly happy to see the male before her. Their first meeting had been brief but something about the other pirate made her feel a kinship with him.
    “Indeed! I see you’ve been busy since I’ve been gone!” he remarked, gesturing to her looming ship and smiling at her.
    “Yep, decided I’d take up the family business. Wanna come back to my place for some lunch to catch up?” she offered, grinning back at him. The dreadlocked pirate nodded enthusiastically, offering his jacket covered arm to her despite the fact that she would be leading the way. Giggling slightly, Sarah took his arm and began to walk with him to her house.
    An hour and a few sandwiches later, the pirates were busily talking about what had happened to them over the years. After Jack had finished his story about acquiring a new ship, he blinked and seemed to come to a realization. “Ya have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name but I don’t know yours,” he remarked, tilting his head to the side and smiling.
    “You’re right, that doesn’t seem fair. My name is Sarah,” she responded, offering her hand.
    “Your real name even,” he murmured in awe, gently clasping her hand briefly.
    “A... friend of mine promised to give me a real pirate name when he came back,” she explained, unsure of why she felt the need. She had only met the man once and she certainly didn’t owe him any explanations.
    “Would ya like to see my ship?” the jovial pirate asked, changing the subject; much to her relief. It must have showed on her face because Jack only had a look of understanding on his face.
    “Sure, I’d love to see this ship that’s supposedly from legend,” Sarah chuckled, not believing her companion’s earlier tale about the ship one bit. There was no way that someone like Jack could have possibly found a way to get his hands on the ‘Black Pearl’. Her companion only smirked at her disbelief, getting to his feet and once again offering his arm. Rolling her sea-green eyes, the female took the offered appendage and allowed him to lead her.
    As soon as the huge, black ship came into sight, Sarah’s mouth dropped open. The tattered black sails, the fact the ship itself was also black and the eerie aura that seemed to surround it, there was no other ship it could be than the ‘Pearl’. Finding herself speechless from seeing the impossibility, the new captain walked toward the infamous ghost ship and put her hand on the side; as if to reassure herself the thing was real. “How...?” she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder as they roved over the famous, tattered sails.
    “I... um... well I had to make a deal for it,” he replied, avoiding her glance as he gestured to one of the crewmen on board to lower a plank for them to board. Once the long piece of wood had hit the docks, Jack was leading her onto the ship, a proud smile on his tanned face.
    Instead of pressing him for more information like she wanted to, Sarah decided to extend him the same courtesy he had offered her earlier and allow him to keep his secret. Smiling back at the captain who was currently showing her around the legendary ship, the young woman couldn’t help the feeling of awe just being on the deck instilled in her. It was like being on a living ghost, something that was only whispered about in stories and could never be real.
    All of a sudden, a grizzled old man that was dressed more like a gentleman than a pirate, came rushing toward them; a worried look on his face. He had short, black hair that was combed back and a gray beard on his face that stopped at his chin. He wore a black suit coat that was suited to being in the rain and a black vest under it. A gray bowler hat was perched on his head, giving him a rather out of place look amongst the rest of the scoundrels. “Jack! You know bringin’ a woman on board be powerful bad luck!” the older man admonished, the reek of rum rolling off him in thick waves. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Sarah took a few steps back from the pirate in front of them.
    “But can’t one counteract that bad luck with fact that the woman is also a pirate captain?” Jack quipped, unfazed by the man’s frantic gaze. His words seemed to give the crewman pause, as he went silent and got a thoughtful look on his face.
    “Aye, that would about do it!” the man agreed after a few moments, all the fear from earlier replaced with joy and relief. Then the unusually dressed male bowed to her and offered his hand.
    “Forgive me rude behavior Cap’n. Mr. Gibbs at yer service,” he said with a smile. Blinking a bit, Sarah gave the pirate her hand and nearly jumped out of her skin when he kissed the top. Then, as suddenly as he was there, he was gone. Still a bit confused, the young woman turned to Jack with a highly confused look.
    “Mr. Gibbs is a bit superstitious but he’s one of the most loyal men I’ve ever shipped with. Come on, I wanna show ya the rest of my ship,” he answered, an amused look on his goateed lips as he continued to show her around.
    After that, Sarah and Jack were almost always working together on some heist or adventure. The only rule the female insisted on was that whatever they were doing wouldn’t take more than a couple days at the most. Even though the already fierce captain obviously preferred the open ocean to the land, she always seemed anxious about returning to the shore once they had left. Still, over four years of close partnership, Jack and Sarah became nearly inseparable; earning quite a reputation among traders and other pirates.
    As the end of their fourth year of pirating began to come to a close, the young pirate captain seemed less and less inclined to go out on the ocean. In fact it became rare for Jack to even see her anywhere near the docks anymore. He almost always had to go to her house and she often wasn’t there, instead sitting on a nearby beach and staring out into the ocean. He had tried to ask just what she was waiting for but she would never answer, merely offer him a sandwich from a meal obviously packed for two. It was only on the last day of the year that he found out just who she had been waiting for.
    After ten years of waiting, Sarah had never felt more excited or antsy in her life. A faint twinge of guilt lingered in the back of her mind about how she was beginning to fall in love with a claimed man but she simply couldn’t find it within herself to care. She had already treated him with more loyalty and love than this woman who had never shown up once during the years she had been meeting with him. Also there was something about the noble looking captain that made her want to be near him.
    Humming a merry tune to herself, the young captain busied herself with packing a large lunch as well as dinner in a large sack. She also shoved a blanket in there to help keep the sand off the food as well as herself. Once she had packed to her satisfaction, she was running down to the beach in the early morning gloom; the sun just beginning to peek over the ocean. As she approached the familiar stretch of sand, she could see a long boat approaching slowly.
    At the sight of the small, dark blob in the distance her heart leapt into her throat and began to beat wildly as excitement and anticipation began to fill her. Dropping her burden on the beach, she ran towards where the waves gently lapped the sugar white sand and tried to make out if it was indeed Davy and his crew heading in. Unfortunately they were still too far to make out, much to her disappointment and frustration. To tell the truth, she was always afraid that one day Jones just wouldn’t show up; having given up on his wayward love. For some reason that thought made her feel a deep, irrational fear.
    After a few moments of breathless anxiety, Sarah was finally able to make out the captain’s familiar face in the light of the rising sun. With a cry of pure joy, the young pirate starting wading into the ocean to meet the slowly moving long boat. Once Davy saw her moving through the very likely cold ocean, he leapt off the boat and began to head towards her with concern all over his gaunt face. “Sarah! Go back to shore before you catch your death,” he admonished, as he waded through the frigid saltwater as fast as he could.
    Undeterred by the iciness of the early morning ocean or his scolding, the female ran through the water and practically threw herself on top of him; almost knocking them both back into the water. Making a surprised noise, the older male barely managed to brace himself in time to stop them from going over. Then, ignoring the no doubt incredulous gazes of his crew who was currently rowing the long boat back to his hidden ship, he picked her up easily in his arms and carried her to the shore. “We’ll have to get you home and warmed up before you get sick,” he hissed, his smooth voice full of concern and a touch of irritation.
    Sarah only chuckled, looking down at the pirate’s clothes with a bit of wonder. Despite the fact the legendary male was wading through the water, his clothes seemed to be completely dry. “You know, that’s not entirely fair,” she sighed, gesturing to his dry clothing as he stepped onto the beach. He only smiled down at her slightly, worry still clear in his stormy eyes.
    “It is no fault of mine that you charged into the ocean with no thought to the cold,” he sighed, his gray-blue eyes going to the large bundle that had been dropped haphazardly on the sand. Following his gaze, the young woman tried to squirm out of his grasp to retrieve her discarded sack. If the captain of the dead was going to take to her house to dry off, she certainly didn’t want to leave her hard work on the beach to be washed away by the tide. Yet the older man kept his grip tight, seemingly unwilling to release her.
    “I will get that for you,” he murmured softly, able to suss out that she had wanted to retrieve the large bag. Then he was bending to gather it, still holding her tight against his broad chest with one arm. Once he had picked up the surprisingly heavy sack, Jones looked down at the woman he held; a silent demand swirling in his stormy eyes.
    “My house is just that way,” she sighed, barely suppressing a shudder from the look he was giving her and gesturing off to the right edge of the beach. There, a rather humble house stood; looking rather homey despite the small size. Without another word, the surprisingly strong male began to stride towards the house quickly. It was at this point that the young female’s excitement had begun to wear off and the cold began to set in, causing the pirate to begin to shiver uncontrollably.
    His mouth going into a grimace of displeasure and worry, Jones began to move even faster; fairly throwing the door open when he reached the house. His gray-blue eyes looked around the small room until they landed on a fireplace. Moving toward it swiftly, the captain set her on a chair near the hearth and began to fiddle with the logs. After a few moments of trying and failing to get a fire going, the stubborn kindling finally caught. As the newborn flames began to rise, his stormy eyes shot to her still open door. “Try to get warm,” he murmured getting to his feet, striding to the door and shutting it gently.
    Once it was securely shut, the worried pirate turned to the now shaking female who was as close to the fire as she could get. Her slightly shuddering hands were held close to the growing fire as water dripped from her soaked clothing. “Get those clothes off,” he hissed, concern thick in his voice as he strode back towards her to help. His words caused an odd jolt to go through the woman but she nodded and began to peel the soaked, cold clothing off herself. Even if being naked around the male was highly embarrassing, the piratess would rather not catch pneumonia.
    Thankfully Jones was a perfect gentleman, merely taking her clothing and draping it over the grate that stood before the fireplace. “Stay near th’fire, I’ll go to yer room if you point th’way,” he rumbled, not looking at her but looking around the small but comfortable room.
    “The door on the right wall,” Sarah answered, her teeth chattering as she shook in place. Instead of heading to the door like she thought, she heard faint footsteps as the room suddenly got a bit more dim. Before she could turn to see what was going on, something heavy and warm was carefully draped over her shoulders.
    “Try t’keep warm,” urged a male voice by her ear, a hand briefly clamping on her shoulder before the presence behind her moved away.
    Blinking, Sarah looked down to see Davy’s coat hanging around her. Smiling slightly, the pale, shuddering, rather naked woman gathered the heavy, black material around herself and inhaled deeply. It smelled of the ocean, musk, brine, and something uniquely deep and earthy. It almost felt as if she had been wrapped in his very scent itself, making a content sigh slip past her slightly blue, shuddering lips. Then, all of a sudden, the quiet spell was broken by a flurry of harried activity.
    First, a bundle of fresh, dry clothes was deposited on the chair next to her. Next there were several metallic clangs, drawing the female’s attention as she began to pull on some underwear and a pair of black pants. Her turquoise gaze was instantly drawn to Jones, who was fiddling with something in a cupboard just above the table. His gaunt, noble looking face was a mask of deep worry as he searched through the various cups and plates for something. After a few moments of this, the pirate pulled free a small tea kettle.
    Pulling her red shirt over her head, Sarah gathered her chair, grabbed Davy’s coat and sat as close to the fire as she could get without moving the grating. Still a bit cold despite the warm, dry clothes, the young captain chattered her teeth helplessly as she tried to rub some warmth back into her clammy arms. “Put the coat back on,” came a gruff, not quite order from her right as the sound of her water pump being primed came from the same direction.
    Looking over in that direction, Sarah put Jones’ coat back on with a relieved sigh; the rough material helping her feel much warmer. As she watched, the feared captain filled the tiny kettle with water and strode rapidly back to the fire. Once there, he placed the kettle on a metal arm and swung it over the now roaring flames. Then his stormcloud gaze was back on her, moving over her huddled form with concern. “Are you startin’ t’warm up?” he husked out as he moved to her in two large steps, stopping mere inches from her. His blue-gray gaze almost seemed to lock her in place as he seemed to be assuring himself of something.
    “A bit,” she replied, smiling slightly as she pulled the edges of the coat closed around her. Already her lips were beginning to look more pink and her pale skin was starting to regain some color. Now that he was in her house and taking care of her, the female began to feel a bit silly for her earlier behavior. To tell the truth, she had been so happy to see him she had simply been unable to help herself.
    “Sorry ‘bout that,” she sighed shamefully, looking up at him with an abashed expression. Instead of whatever she had been expecting, she suddenly found herself on the receiving end of a rather fierce kiss. His lips crashed down on her with a hunger that took her breath away, his hands pulling her to her feet and gathering her in an almost crushing embrace. Before she could even respond, he broke the kiss; entwining a hand in her ebony hair as he held her as close to his lithe body as he could.
    “I missed you too,” he sighed in a tortured, gruff voice, his nimble fingers moving in gentle circles on the back of her head. His words caused her heart to leap in her throat, a small gasp leaving her lips as happy tears began to roll down her milky cheeks.
    He had missed her! She hadn’t been the only one excited! Just knowing that made Sarah feel as if she was walking on air. Sighing softly and smiling as wide as she could, the young pirate allowed her arms to wrap around Jones’ waist and rubbed her cheek along the tan shirt he wore. Unfortunately the tea kettle chose that time to release a rather loud squeal, breaking the moment like a delicate thread. With a gruff sigh, the captain released her and moved to remove the kettle from the flames.
    Her knees shaking, the young captain sat back in her seat before her legs could give out from under her. Happiness still sang in her veins as she watched the pirate before her grab a thick pad and pull the kettle off the metal arm. Then he was pouring the steaming water into two large cups and moving back toward the cupboard above the table. After some rummaging, he pulled out a metal tin and opened it. Once satisfied it was indeed tea, the graceful male put a few spoonfuls into each cup and stirred vigorously.
    Sarah watched this all in relative silence, desperately trying to get her racing heart to slow down. Even if they were happy to see each other, the man was still attached to his mysterious female. Her happiness turning into a slight sorrow, the woman took a deep breath before shoving the feeling aside. She was his friend, his only company after travelling the unforgiving ocean for ten years. Ten long years, longing to see one woman for the one day he was allowed on shore. A woman who had never once shown up. All of a sudden, she found herself wondering just how long this had been going on before she had met him on the beach. How long had he been waiting alone, no one to distract him from the deep heartache he no doubt felt whenever the woman wouldn’t show up.
    A steaming cup held in front of her broke her out of her dark thoughts and the young captain looked up to see Jones looking down at her with relief and a bit of embarrassment. Taking the cup with a thank you, Sarah blew on the hot liquid before taking a cautious sip. “Some way to start out your one day ashore,” she joked, allowing the warm fluid to fill her still cold body with a pleasant warmth.
    “Try not t’make a habit of it,” Jones requested solemnly, removing his hat to reveal his now graying hair. In fact the captain himself looked much older, more worn out and defeated in a way. Faint wrinkles graced the corners of his eyes and mouth, only helping with the illusion of sadness. His skin was even more pale than last time, even having a bit of a gray tinge; as if he hadn’t seen the sun in a very long time.
    Worry filling her, Sarah was on her feet and in front of him; her hands going to his drawn face and resting on his prominent cheekbones. “She’s puttin’ ya through hell,” she hissed out, unexpected venom in her voice as worry tinged her sea-green eyes. Then her lips were meeting his as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. At first the kiss stayed chaste, the female merely wanting to offer comfort but then Jones wrapped his own arms around her and began to deepen it.
    His surprisingly soft lips angled over hers slightly as his tongue gently licked hesitatingly over her closed lips. A gasp left her as she opened to him and his tongue didn’t waste time entering her mouth and tangling with hers. Sighing softly, the young pirate melted into the heated embrace, her heart racing in her throat and a tight coil of pressure beginning to coil in her stomach. Then, as suddenly as it started, Jones ended it; resting his forehead against hers. His powerful body shuddered slightly as his hands spasmed on her back. His eyes were tightly shut as he breathed heavily through his nose, as if it was taking everything within him to maintain control. “Do you want to go back to the beach?” Sarah asked, breaking the heavy silence.
    Opening his eyes, Jones looked down at her with surprise before smiling. “No, I’d rather see yer ship and crew. I’ve heard a lot about you in all these years,” he rumbled softly, pulling away from her to sip his tea. Smiling in embarrassed pride, the young captain took another sip of her own tea.
    “I’ve always loved the ocean. My dad and my mom were both pirates. So of course I took up the family business once I got a ship and crew,” she replied softly, finishing off her tea with a gulp.
    “I remember you tellin’ me about your love o’ th’ocean when you were a girl of sixteen. Hard to believe tha’ mere slip of a thing has grown into a pirate captain,” he sighed, his eyes roving over her body in a way that made her toes tingle.
    Blushing happily at the fact that he remembered their first meeting as clearly as she did, the young captain could only chuckle nervously. “It ain’t been easy. If it weren’t fer Joe and Jack, I wouldn’t be where I am right now,” she replied moving to her door and glancing back at Jones. The older male only looked at her neutrally, a slight heat to his stormy eyes as he finished his tea slowly.
    “Would this be Jack Sparrow?” he asked, a hard edge to his voice that hadn’t been there before as he set his cup down.
    “Yes! He’s one of the best friends I’ve ever had! He’s helped me out of so many scrapes that I’m sure I’d have found a hangman’s noose before now. That ship of his is also a huge help,” she answered enthusiastically, a light coming into her eyes as she remembered their many adventures. One that stood out in her mind right now was an incident with a rather large squid and Jack trying to find a way to save her hide.
    “Really now? He’s been keepin’ ya safe has he?” the pirate before her murmured in an incredulous tone, suddenly much closer than he had been moments before. Looking up at him in confusion, the young woman tilted her head to one side and met his steely gaze. There was a hard, angry look to his eyes, as if Jack had done something to wrong him.
    “Yes, of course! We’ve been partners for four years now,” she replied, her voice gaining a cautious edge as she took in Jones’ expression. For a few heartbeats, the mighty captain merely stared at her searchingly before giving a slight nod.
    “Show me this ship of yours,” he requested, stepping back slightly and relaxing just a bit. There was still a hard edge to his eyes but a slight smile was on his pale face, relieving some of the tension in the air.
    “Sure! I have a favor t’ask o’ ya when we get there!” she chirped, grasping his hand in hers, entwining their fingers and dragging him out into the the sunlight.
    A sudden jolt brought Flame back into reality and she groaned as she opened her far too heavy eyes. She vaguely felt something pressing her wrists down on a mattress below her and a weight above her pressing down. Desperately trying to focus her blurred vision, the once captain opted to stay still until she could see what was going on. “You... Why did ya have t’find my heart? Why did ya have t’come onto my ship? Why did ya have t’keep the blasted sash! Why t’hell did ya have t’save me fuckin’ life!” snarled a seething, male voice from above her.
    Blinking in confusion, Flame managed to clear her vision enough to make out the lovecraftian monster looming above her in the darkness. Then the memory of yesterday came into her mind as well as the realization of just where she was. “Yer makin’ me remember you! Makin’ me....,” he snarled, wrapping his mostly human right hand in her dark hair and pulling hard. His tentacle index finger moved across her scalp, wrapping in a large clump of hair and tugging hard as well. Then, all of a sudden, the ship jolted beneath them.
    “Cap’n! Cap’n we’ve been rammed,” came a desperate scream of a crewman followed by the sounds of grappling hooks embedding in wood. Swearing heavily, the beastly captain got to his mismatched feet and fixed his hat on his slimy head.
    Within seconds, Flame was on her feet as well; her turquoise eyes searching for any weapon to help in the coming battle. “Here,” Jones snarled, tossing her a sheathed sword before opening his cabin door and charging out. Fixing the sword to her waist, the pirate drew the blade and charged out right behind him; ready to protect him til her last breath. The sight that greeted them nearly made them stop in their tracks from astonishment. There, leading the charge was Jack Sparrow. A snarl fixing itself to her face, the ex-captain charged toward the dreadlocked pirate with her sword raised; only to be stopped by another blade swinging down.
    Turning toward the intruder with a growl, she saw a stunningly handsome looking man that had long, blonde hair and a light goatee and mustache. He had the bearing and dress of someone who came from civilization but handled a sword like a true fighter. “Wil, I got this one mate; just try t’get ‘round Jones,” Jack rasped, shoving the stranger out of the way to meet her blade with his. Then the two ex-friends began a deadly dance as a swarm of pirates flooded the ship.
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