Beloved, That Lady - PotC fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Beloved, That Lady
Fandom: PotC
Disclaimer:  Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for DMC
Pairings: Jack/Pearl; Will/Lizzie
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 460
Point of view: third

 

There was a time Jack Sparrow hated the sea. Few would believe it, but it’s the truth. He recoiled from the sight and scent of the water, from the gulls screaming and the ocean roaring. He jeered at the men and women who lived on ships and clung to the land with a fervor that would shock all who’ve heard of the Captain.

But when he was fourteen, young Jack had to go on a ship. His mother and father died, leaving him in the care of an uncle who captained Apollo’s Curse, a pirate ship.

For a year he constantly vomited and cursed and feared that Death had come for him. For a year he lived only a half-life—and then he fell into the sea.

Washed overboard in a storm that killed the entire crew, his uncle, and the ship. Floated on remains of the Curse for days. Picked up by another ship and drawn from the water’s embrace.

After that, the love affair began in earnest and he forgot he’d ever loathed his lady.

-

Time passes quickly out in open water, even as the days last forever. Jack inspired confidence in the early years; he did any work required on ships he sailed on, no matter how belittling.

Swiftly he ascended the ranks till he had his own ship. The Black Pearl, she was called, and he left to imaginations how he got her. Some stories said he’d created her out of mists, others that he’d stolen her from the Devil. Some even went so far as to claim she’d been a fallen angel who loved him and changed forms to be with him.

Jack smirked whenever asked.

-

If he had known—ah, but he did, didn’t he? The Pearl arose from the depths, more gorgeous than any phoenix ever given wing, and he knew.

The Kraken consumed them together, Jack and his darling, and Will Turner watched with horrified eyes.

An eternity spent in the belly of the beast—Jack laughed, thinking of the legends set to spring from this.

-

Of course, as Jack had known he would, the whelp found a way to save him. Will always did. The fact that damned Barbossa helped only served to make Jack laugh even harder.

Davy defeated and the Pearl sailing again, Jack decided he was done. Finished. Ready for a deep, true rest.

He gave the ship to Will and his bonny pirate lass; Gibbs swore he’d help them.

-

There was a time Jack Sparrow hated the sea.

Now, he smiled at Will, smirked at Elizabeth, nodded to Gibbs, and dove off the side of the Pearl.

With one last smile, Jack Sparrow slipped into the dark waters and did not look back.