Chapter 7 of Lost You
Disclaimer: Not mine...
The woman of in front of them was gorgeous. She was a little bit darker than Jack and had chestnut brown hair. She was wearing a semi transparent white gown that fell at her feet.
Syrianna’s smile seemed to make the whole room glow.
“Hola Jack. ¿Usted finalmente decidió mostrar?”
Jack just nodded and glanced down to Chiquita, who came running up to her mothers leg.
“¡Mamá! ¡Usted ve, usted ve! ¡Jack aquí!“ She exclaimed.
Jack gave her a small grin, as did Syrianna. She then turned to the crew and smiled.
“So…this is ye’re able bodied crew?” She asked.
Jack turned to see the crew gawking. “Erhm…of course not. They’ve just been following me around fer no specific reason.”
Syrianna chuckled and walked down to them. Her dress sliding against the pavement as she glided their way.
“Ye may rest here. There will be plenty to eat,” She saw the their expressions change, “And plenty of rum as well.” At that they hollered and hooted. She let out a glorious laugh and turned to Jack.
“I need to talk to ye my dear.” She said in a low voice as she walked out of a doorway, leading to an overpass that lead behind the waterfall.
Jack told the crew to make their selves at home before he followed Syri.
He came up behind her and scratched the back of his neck. All of a sudden, she whirled around and backhanded him across his left cheek.
Jack was stunned, but for some reason, he expected it. He slowly turned his head back, just to be met with another eye popping slap on the right.
Again, he shook it off and faced her, “Feel better.”
WAP. She knocked her palm on the bottom of his chin, knocking his head upward. Also causing him to bite his tongue.
He gave a small cry of pain and cowered over.
She popped her knuckles, “Now I do.”
Syri waited for Jack to straighten back up before giving him an look of expectance.
“I’m glad that ye’re satisfied dear sister.” He said with just a touch of venom.
At that, she kneed him in the groin, causing him to groan in pain. She, yet again, waited him to regain his original stature.
“Ye still need to watch what ye say Jack.” She hissed.
Jack just stared at her, trying to ignore his throbbing tongue.
Syri then raised her hand to his cheek and stroked it lovingly.
“I’m sorry. I do feel better though.”
Jack smiled a little at that and sighed. The woman in front of him had reason to be mad at him, and stay angry with him but yet, she apologizes.
Reality hit him once again as he felt her hand leave his cheek and the hurtful memory of his beloved leaving him coming back to his mind.
She turned and sighed, “Ye came to find ye’re lover?”
Jack nodded, not even bothering to ask her how she knew. He already knew that she knew. It was what she was best at.
Syrianna sighed again, “I know where she is.”
Jack looked at her back in hope. “Where is she?”
He heard her sniff before she wiped her face. He saw as her tear drop plummeted down to the ground. He heard it crash and scatter as if he was a little ant, hearing the impact.
He watched as a small crack formed, followed by the growth of two small roses. One black, one white.
Syrianna knelt down and picked them both. She turned to Jack and held them out.
Jack took, having a skeptical look on his face.
“They may not have a purpose at this moment but they may one day on ye’re journey.”
Jack looked at them both, then looked at Syri.
“One brings life, one brings death. Ye will have to make the choice when the time comes. But anyway…enough hocus pocus. Ye head off and ye will be called when dinner is ready to be served.”
With that she walked over the bridge and disappeared behind the waterfall.
Jack sighed and looked at the roses once more.
He held up the white one, “One brings life,” then held up the black, “One brings death.”
Jack rolled his eyes and put them both in one hand and walked down the stairs on the mountain side.
He started humming to himself as he passed through the enchanted looked forest. But stopped abruptly as he stared at a large tree.
“My willow…” He whispered as he inched his way forward to the immensely large willow. He touched the tree trunk and felt a jolt of energy flow through him.
“I wanna be a Cap’n, Syri.” Twelve year old Jack exclaimed.
Syri chuckled as they lay under the willow, shadow dancing on there faces. She looked exactly the same as she does in the present.
“Well…ye need a ship to be Cap’n matey.”
Younger Jack smiled, “I can just see her.”
Syrianna turned to him, “See who, dear?”
Jack stared off dreamily, “The Pearl. I can see her clear as day.”
“The Pearl? Ye’re ship?”
Jack grinned and looked at her, “Aye! The Black Pearl be her name. Her exterior, black. Her interior, black. The sails, black! The bath with be marble not tin, and the bed will be the richest mahogany and the bed spread will be made of the finest linens.”
Syri smiled and got a rock from beside her and hit it against the trunk of the tree, chipping in a picture of a small ship with the name “Jack’s Pearl” written next to it.
“There…” She said when she was finished. “There’s ye’re Pearl…”
Jack jumped back and looked around.
Damn flashbacks.
He knelt down to see the base of the tree better and gasped. There, in the middle of the trunk, was the little carving of The Black Pearl. Some bits were worn away, but you could tell what it was in a heart beat.
Jack stood back up and looked up to see a few birds flying.
“I’m home.”
The woman of in front of them was gorgeous. She was a little bit darker than Jack and had chestnut brown hair. She was wearing a semi transparent white gown that fell at her feet.
Syrianna’s smile seemed to make the whole room glow.
“Hola Jack. ¿Usted finalmente decidió mostrar?”
Jack just nodded and glanced down to Chiquita, who came running up to her mothers leg.
“¡Mamá! ¡Usted ve, usted ve! ¡Jack aquí!“ She exclaimed.
Jack gave her a small grin, as did Syrianna. She then turned to the crew and smiled.
“So…this is ye’re able bodied crew?” She asked.
Jack turned to see the crew gawking. “Erhm…of course not. They’ve just been following me around fer no specific reason.”
Syrianna chuckled and walked down to them. Her dress sliding against the pavement as she glided their way.
“Ye may rest here. There will be plenty to eat,” She saw the their expressions change, “And plenty of rum as well.” At that they hollered and hooted. She let out a glorious laugh and turned to Jack.
“I need to talk to ye my dear.” She said in a low voice as she walked out of a doorway, leading to an overpass that lead behind the waterfall.
Jack told the crew to make their selves at home before he followed Syri.
He came up behind her and scratched the back of his neck. All of a sudden, she whirled around and backhanded him across his left cheek.
Jack was stunned, but for some reason, he expected it. He slowly turned his head back, just to be met with another eye popping slap on the right.
Again, he shook it off and faced her, “Feel better.”
WAP. She knocked her palm on the bottom of his chin, knocking his head upward. Also causing him to bite his tongue.
He gave a small cry of pain and cowered over.
She popped her knuckles, “Now I do.”
Syri waited for Jack to straighten back up before giving him an look of expectance.
“I’m glad that ye’re satisfied dear sister.” He said with just a touch of venom.
At that, she kneed him in the groin, causing him to groan in pain. She, yet again, waited him to regain his original stature.
“Ye still need to watch what ye say Jack.” She hissed.
Jack just stared at her, trying to ignore his throbbing tongue.
Syri then raised her hand to his cheek and stroked it lovingly.
“I’m sorry. I do feel better though.”
Jack smiled a little at that and sighed. The woman in front of him had reason to be mad at him, and stay angry with him but yet, she apologizes.
Reality hit him once again as he felt her hand leave his cheek and the hurtful memory of his beloved leaving him coming back to his mind.
She turned and sighed, “Ye came to find ye’re lover?”
Jack nodded, not even bothering to ask her how she knew. He already knew that she knew. It was what she was best at.
Syrianna sighed again, “I know where she is.”
Jack looked at her back in hope. “Where is she?”
He heard her sniff before she wiped her face. He saw as her tear drop plummeted down to the ground. He heard it crash and scatter as if he was a little ant, hearing the impact.
He watched as a small crack formed, followed by the growth of two small roses. One black, one white.
Syrianna knelt down and picked them both. She turned to Jack and held them out.
Jack took, having a skeptical look on his face.
“They may not have a purpose at this moment but they may one day on ye’re journey.”
Jack looked at them both, then looked at Syri.
“One brings life, one brings death. Ye will have to make the choice when the time comes. But anyway…enough hocus pocus. Ye head off and ye will be called when dinner is ready to be served.”
With that she walked over the bridge and disappeared behind the waterfall.
Jack sighed and looked at the roses once more.
He held up the white one, “One brings life,” then held up the black, “One brings death.”
Jack rolled his eyes and put them both in one hand and walked down the stairs on the mountain side.
He started humming to himself as he passed through the enchanted looked forest. But stopped abruptly as he stared at a large tree.
“My willow…” He whispered as he inched his way forward to the immensely large willow. He touched the tree trunk and felt a jolt of energy flow through him.
“I wanna be a Cap’n, Syri.” Twelve year old Jack exclaimed.
Syri chuckled as they lay under the willow, shadow dancing on there faces. She looked exactly the same as she does in the present.
“Well…ye need a ship to be Cap’n matey.”
Younger Jack smiled, “I can just see her.”
Syrianna turned to him, “See who, dear?”
Jack stared off dreamily, “The Pearl. I can see her clear as day.”
“The Pearl? Ye’re ship?”
Jack grinned and looked at her, “Aye! The Black Pearl be her name. Her exterior, black. Her interior, black. The sails, black! The bath with be marble not tin, and the bed will be the richest mahogany and the bed spread will be made of the finest linens.”
Syri smiled and got a rock from beside her and hit it against the trunk of the tree, chipping in a picture of a small ship with the name “Jack’s Pearl” written next to it.
“There…” She said when she was finished. “There’s ye’re Pearl…”
Jack jumped back and looked around.
Damn flashbacks.
He knelt down to see the base of the tree better and gasped. There, in the middle of the trunk, was the little carving of The Black Pearl. Some bits were worn away, but you could tell what it was in a heart beat.
Jack stood back up and looked up to see a few birds flying.
“I’m home.”