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Where I Belong	By : inverclacky Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: If I were Disney I would own Captain Jack Sparrow and every other character in Pirates of the Caribbean. I am NOT however Disney and therefore DO NOT own anything

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Well this is the first POTC fic I have ever written. I hope it doesn�t suck too much.
And now for the obligatory disclaimer. If I were Disney I would own Captain Jack Sparrow and every other character in Pirates of the Caribbean. I am NOT however Disney and therefore DO NOT own anything, technically not even my original characters seeing as I don�t get paid for any of this and the characters can be used by anyone. I hope that has cleared up any misconceptions people might have about me.
Now, on to this pile of pap I like to call �Where I belong�.
Where I Belong
CHAPTER 1
Josephine Bell was a woman of high stature, high class and high standards. Being the daughter of the governor, her family fortune was nothing to be sniffed at either. Everything she had ever wanted had been handed to her on an engraved silver platter. She had wanted for nothing. Put simply, what had begun as a spoilt little rich girl had blossomed into a spoilt rich woman. The trouble with people like that is that they can never really appreciate when they have it good, because they have never had it bad. You must have heard about people being born with a silver spoon in their mouth? Well this woman woke up with one every morning, and this morning was no exception. The only change being, what started out as a day no different to any other would turn into one that would change Josephine�s life forever.
�How many times must I tell you to draw the curtains before you bring in my breakfast tray. How on earth am I supposed to see what I am eating?� Josephine said, or rather complained as she saw her maid enter the room.
�Begging your pardon miss, but I�ve been so busy this morning. By the time I remembered, breakfast was already made. It won�t happen again.� Molly apologized.
�Quite right it will not. Now, hand me my house coat before I freeze to death. No, not that one you silly girl. The blue one. How is it that you are incapable of following the simplest of instructions?� Josephine said with a note of annoyance in her voice.
�Yes miss, sorry miss.�
�And why is it that the only words I hear coming from your mouth are apologies for your constant mistakes?� Josephine grumbled settling herself back against the pillows.
�Sorry Miss, I�ll try to do better.�
�Yes, you had better do. Before you go Molly, see to it that these pillows are replaced, I couldn�t bear it if I had to endure these lumps for another night longer.�
�Of course, I�ll take care of it straight away.�
�See that you do. And one more thing. The next time you bring up my morning tray, be sure it reaches me before the food gets cold.�
�Certainly Miss.�
She didn�t dare voice the thought that was going through her head. Which was �Maybe if you didn�t spend half the morning dishing out orders and complaining, you would get to eat it whilst it�s still hot�.
�You may come up and help me to dress in an hour. Until then I am not to be disturbed.�
This was a typical example of how Josephine�s days began. Constant orders and complaints. It wasn�t that Molly had trouble following said orders, it was that Josephine was deliberately obstinate. She was of the belief that you needed to keep the household staff in their place in order to gain their respect. The truth was they respected her no more than they would a boiled potato. However, they were intimidated by her and some were a little frightened of loosing their jobs if instructions were not carried out to the letter, which was a difficult task to be sure.
Molly Partridge was Josephine�s personal maid. Her slim figure was always covered by bulky dresses and aprons, and her long hair was pulled back into a tight bun under a hat at her mistresses orders. Some would say that it was jealousy that required her to dress this way, as Josephine wasn�t exactly known for her slenderness or long tresses. Fine food and drink had given her curves that she would rather not have acquired. It was the general belief that she made those around her dress badly to make herself look superior.
Governor Charles Bell was just coming out of the library when he spotted Molly.
�Ah Molly, just the person I wanted to see. Could you find my daughter and tell her that I wish to see her immediately?
�Please sir, I don�t mean any disrespect, but I�m under orders not to have her disturbed for an hour. If I go up there now surely she�ll have my guts for garters.�
Josephine�s father knew exactly what his daughter could be like and he sympathized with the young woman. The fever had taken his wife when Josephine was sixteen, and he supposed that because he had raised her alone from then on, he had let her get away with far too much. Alas, by the time he had realized his mistake it was too late, and he chastised himself for letting it get this far.
�Very well Molly, you may carry on your duties�
�Thank you Sir� Molly said, thankful that Governor Bell wasn�t the tyrant his daughter was, and she hurried away before he could change his mind.
When he reached Josephine�s room he knocked twice and let himself in. As he pushed the door open he could hear his daughters voice call out.
�I told you I did not wish to be disturbed Molly. How many times must you disobey my requests? Daddy!�
As soon as she saw it was her father she stood from the bed and flung her arms about his neck kissing him on the cheek.
�Josephine darling, how are you this bright morning? You look a little pale.�
�I am very well, at least I will be once Molly learns her place.�
�Do not be so hard on the poor girl my dear. She achieves everything that is required of her. Now, I have a surprise for you. I think a spot of fresh air would be just the thing to bring the colour back into those cheeks of yours. Mr. Andrews has consented to take you out on the �Endeavour�.�
�For how long?�
�Well darling, he is planning to set sail for Port Royal this very morning.�
�But Daddy, that�s days away, a week maybe. Not to mention the return trip. Oh daddy, must I? You know how that man irritates me so.�
�Yes my dear, I know. But there is no other man I trust out at sea with my daughter. Besides, you have been indoors far too long. It is about time you allowed the sun to grace your skin. I will send Molly up immediately to help you to dress and pack. Now now, don�t look at me that way, the fresh air will do you good. Please do this for me.�
�Very well Daddy, if you insist.�
�I do. Now don�t dawdle, I know exactly what you�re like when you set your mind against something. I expect you downstairs in no later than a half hour.�
Josephine knew the consequences of defying her father. As a result, exactly thirty minutes later she appeared at the top of the stairs looking every inch the lady her title suggested.
�There�s my girl. I knew you wouldn�t let me down. Josephine my dear, you are going to have a wonderful time, whether you believe so at this present moment or not.� Charles said taking both of her hands in his and placing a kiss on her forehead. �Now, I have some things that urgently need my attention so I will not be able to see you off. But I have every faith that Mr. Andrews will do everything in his power to keep you safe and well. I will see you when you return my daughter. Hurry along now, he will be waiting for you.�
�Yes Daddy, though do not be surprised if I return alone, for I will have pushed Mr. Andrews overboard.� And she stalked off.
Charles chuckled to himself. He may not have been impressed with the way she treated the household staff, but it was remarkable how much she reminded him of her mother. Josephine had most certainly inherited her mother�s fiery spirit, and he was sure that she would be quite the handful for who so ever would capture this fair lady�s heart.

�Good morning Mr. Andrews,� Josephine said as she approached the �Endeavour�. Two crew men were behind her carrying a small chest which contained clothing and other things she might need for the duration of her trip.
�Good morning Miss Bell, you are looking lovely as always.�
Josephine inwardly cringed. The slight flare of her nostrils the only sign of her discomfort. As much as she was free to show her displeasure with others, it was not wise to offend Walter Andrews in any way. As a personal friend of her fathers, it would be very foolhardy indeed. Coupled with the fact that, at sea, he could quite easily dispose of her if she were to cause any trouble. It was going to take a great amount of self-discipline if she were to survive several days at
sea with this man.
�Thank you Mr. Andrews, it is very kind of you to say so.�
�I am only speaking the truth. Would you care to step aboard? Here, take my hand. It wouldn�t do to have you fall in would it, the water is terrible cold. Men, put Miss Bell�s chest in the cabin next to mine.�
Josephine swallowed. Must she constantly be so close the wretched man? Even in the safety of her cabin he wouldn�t be far away.
�Mr. Andrews, if it is agreeable to you, I would like to go down to my cabin to put my things in order before we set sail.�
�Of course Miss Bell, take all the time you need.�
At his final words, Josephine decided to take full advantage and remain in her cabin for the remainder of the day. When she finally did emerge she looked decidedly ill.
�Good Lord Miss Bell, when your father suggested we put a little colour in your cheeks he failed to specify which colour. It appears you have chosen green. Come, let us fix you some water to calm your unsettled stomach.�
�Thank you. I haven�t sailed since I was a child though I don�t remember it moving around this much. Is it normal?�
�Not as a rule,� Walter replied, �I was hoping I wouldn�t have to tell you this but we are thinking there is a storm coming. It would certainly explain the roughness of the sea.�
�A storm?� Josephine exclaimed with alarm, �can we not just turn back?�
�I�m afraid not. The closest port is now Puerto Rico. We are hoping to reach it before the storm arrives.�
�And if we don�t? Will this ship be able to survive it?�
�That all depends on the size of it Miss Bell.�
�But what if it is too big? What if it comes before we are safely docked?
Tired of her constant questioning Walter simply said, �We pray Miss Bell, we pray.�
Josephine could feel the anger bubbling up inside her. She tried exceptionally hard to bite her tongue, but it was getting more and more challenging to keep her opinions to herself. Finally she snapped.
�We pray? Is that the best you can do? My father trusts you with my life. You will get us to Puerto Rico before the storm hits Mr. Andrews, do you understand me?�
�We may not have that choice Miss Bell,� Walter said, a sharpness to his own voice. �We can only go as fast as the wind takes us.�
�Surely there must be another way?�
Suddenly another voice was heard. �Captain, we require your assistance. The storm is headed this way.�
�Damn,� Walter barked, �It has reached us faster than I had hoped.�
He ran out on deck calling out, �Hoist every sail we have and run out the sweeps. We need to get to Puerto Rico now.�
A half hour later the wind was fierce. Rain was falling hard and fast making it increasingly difficult to see. The �Endeavour� was swaying harshly from side to side, and Josephine, unable to keep her balance, fell on more than one occasion. Using the handrail she pulled herself up on deck and after a moment spied Walter at the helm. Seeing her he turned to her and yelled.
�Good, you�re here. I want you to find something to hold onto and don�t let go. Strap yourself to it if need be. My crew can swim, you cannot. Do not let yourself get thrown overboard.�
�Wouldn�t it be better if I just went back down bellow,� she yelled back over the roar of the storm.
Walter shook his head at her stupidity. �No, if the ship goes down she will take you with her. You will be trapped. Now do as I say girl.�
Josephine had never been so frightened in all her life. When she saw a railing on the port side she clumsily made her way over and grabbed hold, sliding her arm through. Closing her eyes she listened to the storm raging all around her, and taking Walters advice she clasped her hands together and prayed harder than she had ever done before.
What seemed like only moments later the ship lurched violently. A door was ripped from its hinges and was sent flying through the air in Josephine�s direction. It collided with her as it reached the side of the ship taking her with it, her screams swallowed up by the raging winds.

No more than an hour later the storm had died down. Walter Andrews was finally able to relax his hold somewhat on the piece of driftwood he was clinging on to. The rain had stopped and he was able to see the extent of the damage the storm had done. What was left of the �Endeavour� was sticking out of the water like a prehistoric sea creature. Suddenly, as if the calm had cleared his head, he remembered he had a passenger on board.
�Miss Bell?� He cried out. �Josephine?�
There was no reply. His eyes scanned the surface of the water, but saw nothing. Letting go of his small makeshift raft, he slowly swam round to the other side of the ship. There he saw her. She was laid motionless on what looked like one of the doors. Her skirts were around her knees and her right hand was submerged in the water. From that distance she did not appear to be breathing. Just as he was about to swim over to her Walter saw a ship appear on the horizon.
�No,� he whispered. He had heard stories of the �Black Pearl� but like most people dismissed them as myth. But here it was, standing tall and firm before him like a great black shadow. Walter swam back to the other side of the ship where he saw Jones.
�Pirates, headed this way,� Walter said.
�What of Miss Bell?� Jones enquired.
�There is nothing we can do for her. If we attempt to move her we would surely be spotted. We need to get out of sight before they arrive. Help me to inform the rest of the crew. Move.�
Onboard the �Black Pearl� Captain Jack Sparrow stood proudly at the helm. They had managed to find shelter at Puerto Rico just before the storm came to full strength, and were now on the lookout for ship that had been its victims. Ships that were now easy targets.
�Captain!� Came a voice from the crows nest. �Ship due South, turned turtle.�
Jack took his spy glass and scanned the water. Seeing the remains of the �Endeavour� he placed both hands on the wheel and called out, �prepare to come about. Keep a sharp eye.�
�There�s someone out there Captain. Looks like a woman.�
Immediately Jack peered over the side, and sure enough, there she was. As much as he loved the sea, at this particular moment he would have preferred to be on it than in it. But if by even the smallest miracle she was still alive, she wouldn�t remain that way unless he acted fast. Quickly removing his hat, coat and effects he dived neatly into the cold water. His body instantly tensing at the sudden chill that surrounded him.
He quickly removed her dress, leaving her in just her slip and corset before sliding her off the piece of drift wood. Turning to face the Pearl he noticed a line had been thrown in for him and he took hold of its end. The rest of the crew pulled them in and they landed in a heap on the deck. Anamaria went to fetch a blanket while Duncan, the ships doctor checked her well being. He let out a breath of relief as he noticed she was somehow still breathing.
�I�ll tell you one thing,� Jack said to Gibbs as he got to his feet. �She�s a lot heavier than Elizabeth mate�.

Jack was sat with his feet up his desk and his hat over his eyes when he heard a stirring coming from the direction of his bed. Tilting his hat back he looked over to see Josephine opening her eyes.
�I was wondering when you were going to wake up,� Jack said grinning.
�Who are you? Where am I?� she asked in a small anxious voice.
Deciding to ignore the who question and move on to the where, he answered in a considerably less than cheerful voice. �We saw the ship after the storm. When we saw what had happened to it we looked for survivors. That�s when we saw you floating on a bit of wood.�
�What do you mean? What storm? What ship? Tell me.�
�The ship I am assuming you were on. It had turned turtle love. You can�t tell me you hadn�t noticed.�
�No I hadn�t. I really don�t remember. What exactly do you mean?�
�Not much of a sailor are you. Look, when a ship has turned turtle it means that it has capsized to the point that it is completely upside-down and rather resembles the shell of a very large wet turtle, savvy? In other words, the keel was pointing heavenward whilst the mast was signaling Davy Jones.�
�And what of the crew? Surely I can�t have been the only one you rescued., and I most certainly can�t have been the only one on board that ship. What of the crew?� Josephine demanded.
�We saw no crew. All that was there was the ship and you. And you wouldn�t have been there for much longer if we hadn�t come along. Come to think of it, if you don�t hold your tongue young missy, you aint going to be safe much longer, no matter how long you�ve been floating in the Caribbean.�
�Are you threatening me?� She asked with a frown.
�No love, I�m telling you. I am the Captain of this ship and what I say goes. You are lucky I don�t put you in the brig, but as it happens I am a gentleman and don�t believe that is the place for a lady such as yourself.�
�And what is your name Captain?�
Jack settled back in his chair and said with a smirk, �I�m Captain Jack Sparrow.�
�Jack Sparrow?� Should I know you?�
�No love. Something tells me you�re not the type to associate with pirates.�
�You�re a pirate?�
�Aye lass. So, you know my name, how about you let me in on yours?�
�My name is� I mean it�s� This is ridiculous, I know my own name.�
�Of course you do, the question is what is it?�
�I�m not entirely sure right now.�
�Must be the shock. As long as you�re not a Governor�s daughter eh.�
�What do you mean by that?�
�It�s a long story. Anyway, you probably wouldn�t believe me if I told you.�
�Try me.�
�Maybe later. Now is not the time for such tales. You must be hungry. It�s not fancy like you�re probably used to but it will keep your belly full.�
Just as Jack was about to open the door Josephine called out, �by the way, thank you Mr. Sparrow.�
Jack stopped and turned around. �It�s Captain Sparrow.�
And with those departing words he turned on his heel and left, leaving Josephine to ponder his words. �It�s not fancy like you�re probably used to�. What did he mean by that? Just who was she?
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