Ch. 4!!
Ch. 4 WOOT WOOT! hahha
Title: Lost You
Pairing: J/E
Rating: Pg-13 - R (this chappie)
Genre: Romance, Supernatural
Warning: Some harsh language in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All hail the mouse!
Chapter 4
Jack banged his head on the desk numerous times before Gibbs kicked it.
“Stop doin’ dat! Ye’ll get ye’re self a bloody bruise!”
Jack leaned back on the chair, causing it to go up on it two hind legs.
“I can’t believe I’m going to her. I just can’t believe it…”
Gibbs sighed, “Tia’s right. Ye did say some nasty things to her the last time ye visited. I’d be a wee upset at ye as well.”
Jack sat back up, bringing the chair to all fours.
“Well, I have reason to be upset too! Where the hell was she when I got marooned? Where was she when I was nearly hanged?! Where the FUCK was she when I got EATEN! NOT where I NEEDED her to be.”
Gibbs gave him a long look and sighed, “Jack. She has always done what she thought was best for ye.”
Jack gave an insincere chuckle and started pacing.
“Now…ye’re on her side?”
Gibbs wiped his palm down his face, “Jack! I’m on no one’s side! I am just saying the facts! No, she wasn’t there when ye were eaten by the Kraken. And no, she wasn’t there when ye were marooned on that god forsaken island. But ye facing the hangman’s noose?”
Gibbs just looked at him and chuckled, “She knew that ye could get ye’re self outta dat one. And she obviously had a feeling that ye could get ye’re self outta the other situations--”
But Gibbs just held up his hand as Jack tried to intervene.
“And any other situations that ye can think of…and, what do ye know! Ye did make it out! So quit ye’re griping!”
Jack just stood there, not knowing what to say next.
“Jack…she loves ye dearly. She would never put ye in danger unless she thought that ye could handle it.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to wipe his hand down his face, “…I don’t even remember what I said to her.”
Gibbs scratched the back of his neck, “I think it was along the lines of calling her a good for nothing bitch, a whore, and a cu--”
“Cunt…yea…I remember now.” Jack finished.
He glanced at his aging first-mate and friend. “I was drunk, mate…and angry. No not angry, furious.”
Jack just sighed and looked at his shoes.
“I mean…I died, mate! I was chewed and digested and she didn’t do piss about it. I just find it hard to believe that she thought that I could make it out of that one.”
Gibbs tapped his lips in a thinking manor, “Try the compass!”
Jack glanced at him, cocking an eyebrow, “Pardon?”
“See where it points.”
Jack sighed but thought, what the hell. He sat up a little as he grabbed his compass off of his belt.
He opened it and watched it spin. Finally it stopped at his dresser.
“I want to…get dressed up?” He asked confused.
Gibbs interrupted, “Maybe it’d work better if ye brought it on deck.”
Jack just looked at him and muttered an, “Oh…”
They walked up to the deck and opened the compass again. This time it pointed off into the sea.
“Where is it pointing, Cap’n?” He asked already knowing the answer, he just wanted to hear it from Jack.
“The North…”
“And what lays North, Cap’n?”
“…her.”
“We sail North then?”
“Aye, mate.”
Gibbs then went to go tell Cotton of the change of plan, soon returning to confront Jack of a new matter.
“So…why did ye not just use the compass to find Lizzie?”
Jack sighed, “I couldn’t make me mind up. Since I didn’t really want to go to her and I had no clue where Lizzie was because I couldn’t make me damn mind up, I went to Tia. Who just sent me right back to where I was. And talking to ye downstairs must of obviously made me mind up.”
Gibbs nodded and looked out to the horizon.
“Will I relieve Cotton, Cap’n?”
Jack shook his head, “No. I’ll do it. Get some rest, Mr. Gibbs.”
Gibbs gave him a quick nod and went below deck.
Jack sighed and looked down at his shoes. He then looked up to Cotton who was manning the helm.
Jack walked up the few steps and nudged Cotton.
“I’ll take it from here, mate.”
Cotton gave a small nod and headed off.
Jack lovingly stroked the handles of the wheel as he sailed The Pearl north.
“Ye ready to see her, baby? Hm…me neither. But we have to…because mean Tia and Gibbs told us to. Pooey.”
Jack made a gargling noise in the back of throat, “God I miss ye Lizzie…When ye’re here I’m never lonely at the helm.”
He scoffed, “I was never lonely sailing me ship before I met ye…Lord…what has she done to me?”
------------------
We still don't know who this mysterious "she" is...hm...
stay tuned and you will find out!
Title: Lost You
Pairing: J/E
Rating: Pg-13 - R (this chappie)
Genre: Romance, Supernatural
Warning: Some harsh language in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All hail the mouse!
Chapter 4
Jack banged his head on the desk numerous times before Gibbs kicked it.
“Stop doin’ dat! Ye’ll get ye’re self a bloody bruise!”
Jack leaned back on the chair, causing it to go up on it two hind legs.
“I can’t believe I’m going to her. I just can’t believe it…”
Gibbs sighed, “Tia’s right. Ye did say some nasty things to her the last time ye visited. I’d be a wee upset at ye as well.”
Jack sat back up, bringing the chair to all fours.
“Well, I have reason to be upset too! Where the hell was she when I got marooned? Where was she when I was nearly hanged?! Where the FUCK was she when I got EATEN! NOT where I NEEDED her to be.”
Gibbs gave him a long look and sighed, “Jack. She has always done what she thought was best for ye.”
Jack gave an insincere chuckle and started pacing.
“Now…ye’re on her side?”
Gibbs wiped his palm down his face, “Jack! I’m on no one’s side! I am just saying the facts! No, she wasn’t there when ye were eaten by the Kraken. And no, she wasn’t there when ye were marooned on that god forsaken island. But ye facing the hangman’s noose?”
Gibbs just looked at him and chuckled, “She knew that ye could get ye’re self outta dat one. And she obviously had a feeling that ye could get ye’re self outta the other situations--”
But Gibbs just held up his hand as Jack tried to intervene.
“And any other situations that ye can think of…and, what do ye know! Ye did make it out! So quit ye’re griping!”
Jack just stood there, not knowing what to say next.
“Jack…she loves ye dearly. She would never put ye in danger unless she thought that ye could handle it.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to wipe his hand down his face, “…I don’t even remember what I said to her.”
Gibbs scratched the back of his neck, “I think it was along the lines of calling her a good for nothing bitch, a whore, and a cu--”
“Cunt…yea…I remember now.” Jack finished.
He glanced at his aging first-mate and friend. “I was drunk, mate…and angry. No not angry, furious.”
Jack just sighed and looked at his shoes.
“I mean…I died, mate! I was chewed and digested and she didn’t do piss about it. I just find it hard to believe that she thought that I could make it out of that one.”
Gibbs tapped his lips in a thinking manor, “Try the compass!”
Jack glanced at him, cocking an eyebrow, “Pardon?”
“See where it points.”
Jack sighed but thought, what the hell. He sat up a little as he grabbed his compass off of his belt.
He opened it and watched it spin. Finally it stopped at his dresser.
“I want to…get dressed up?” He asked confused.
Gibbs interrupted, “Maybe it’d work better if ye brought it on deck.”
Jack just looked at him and muttered an, “Oh…”
They walked up to the deck and opened the compass again. This time it pointed off into the sea.
“Where is it pointing, Cap’n?” He asked already knowing the answer, he just wanted to hear it from Jack.
“The North…”
“And what lays North, Cap’n?”
“…her.”
“We sail North then?”
“Aye, mate.”
Gibbs then went to go tell Cotton of the change of plan, soon returning to confront Jack of a new matter.
“So…why did ye not just use the compass to find Lizzie?”
Jack sighed, “I couldn’t make me mind up. Since I didn’t really want to go to her and I had no clue where Lizzie was because I couldn’t make me damn mind up, I went to Tia. Who just sent me right back to where I was. And talking to ye downstairs must of obviously made me mind up.”
Gibbs nodded and looked out to the horizon.
“Will I relieve Cotton, Cap’n?”
Jack shook his head, “No. I’ll do it. Get some rest, Mr. Gibbs.”
Gibbs gave him a quick nod and went below deck.
Jack sighed and looked down at his shoes. He then looked up to Cotton who was manning the helm.
Jack walked up the few steps and nudged Cotton.
“I’ll take it from here, mate.”
Cotton gave a small nod and headed off.
Jack lovingly stroked the handles of the wheel as he sailed The Pearl north.
“Ye ready to see her, baby? Hm…me neither. But we have to…because mean Tia and Gibbs told us to. Pooey.”
Jack made a gargling noise in the back of throat, “God I miss ye Lizzie…When ye’re here I’m never lonely at the helm.”
He scoffed, “I was never lonely sailing me ship before I met ye…Lord…what has she done to me?”
------------------
We still don't know who this mysterious "she" is...hm...
stay tuned and you will find out!