Lovers 100 : Chances 3/5
Title: Chances, Part III of V
Summery: What is life, without chance?
Prompt: 056. Trust
Pairing: Sparette (Sparrow/Gillette)
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Part III:
Jack rarely left his side. Anamaria continued to bring him fresh water, in between looking after the course. Gibbs kept the crew in line. Little could be done, but he saw to it that they used everything they had to combat the fever.
Tired brown eyes would gaze up at him, red and glassy. Jack couldn’t tell how much was going on behind them, but he responded, and talked with him quietly.
“It was a nice day out, today.”
Blink.
“The sun was out, again. Good wind in the sails.” Jack continued, “Great day for sailin’ the seas.”
He breathed slowly.
“If it stays like this, maybe ye’ll be able to come out on deck wif me.”
Blink.
“Get you out o’ this room… change o’ scenery could help, eh?” Jack smiled slightly. He reached a hand forward, slowly, as always, and brushed a few strands of red hair away from the pale face. “Looks like the fever’s going down, at least…”
He blinked slowly.
Jack chuckled softly, “Don’ stay awake on me accord, mate. Ye need yer rest.”
His lips parted slightly as he shifted his head.
“Ye know I’ll be here, when ye wake up, again. I’ll make sure not ta say somthin’ too interesting until ye’re awake, again.”
His eyes slid closed.
* * *
“The fever’s nearly gone… but he’s still weak.” Anamaria noted.
“I wasn’t expectin’ him ta get up and walk off.” Jack said dryly. “‘S those wounds that I’m concerned about…”
“They’re healing well.”
“‘S not just that… Those weren’t from riggin’ thrown around, or the storm, or floatin’… Those were deliberate. Someone made those marks.”
“You think it was from his time as a slave?”
“I can’t see Norrington being the type fer punishment like that.”
“I suppose you could ask him.”
Jack laughed once, “Aye, of course. A blink fer the first and a cough for the second.”
“He’ll start talking, eventually.”
Jack nodded, “Yer probably right.”
“He’s still too weak, right now, Jack.” She laid a hand on his shoulder, for a moment.
“Ye think he’ll take kindly ta me, when he’s back ta himself, again?” Jack said, as more of a statement than a question.
She just smiled.
* * *
Jack smiled, “I was wonderin’ when ye’d wake up today, mate. Ye slept for a long time… ‘S nearly noon, already.”
He drew in a slow breath, chest rising, before letting it out and sinking into the bed.
“Guess ye don’ get much o’ that… being in the Navy, an’ all.” Jack reasoned. “Don’ get much freedom, do ye?”
He coughed.
“I didn’ mean it like that. I’m sure ye’re quite happy, where ye are…” Jack trailed off. “Where ye were, I guess, now, eh mate?”
He drew his tongue across his lower lip.
“Yer mates are out there.” Jack told him. “They’re probably lookin’ fer ye, right now. And little do they know ye’re safe an’ sound… wif the bloody likes of me.” His mouth curved into a grin, “Was that a scoff?”
Brown eyes continued to stare at him.
“I do think ye’re getting better, mate. A response like that- ye’re nearly ready ta tell me this ship can’t be crewed by two men.” Jack continued to grin.
His shoulders shook when he coughed. He drew in another slow breath and let it out, tilting his head on the pillow to gaze up at Jack.
“But I won’ be holdin’ a pistol ta yer face, this time…” Jack added. “I am sorry about that… Ye were kind of just in me way. That shot wasn’t meant fer ye, anyhow.” He fancied he heard another scoff. “Am I still the best pirate that one mate o’ yers has ever seen? Or have ye seen any others ta give me a run fer me money, yet?”
Red eyebrows raised once.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’…”
* * *
“Ye know ye act more like a cat than a Navyboy.” Jack remarked one day, as he watched him shift and turn in the blankets, curling around himself.
He stared for a moment, and then proceeded to extend his arms and legs and stretch as much as he could. He sighed contently and relaxed again when he was finished, rubbing his cheek against the pillow.
“Ye’ve been here for weeks… I feel like I know ye, but I don’…” Jack mused aloud, more to himself.
He tilted his head to the side slightly.
“Ye know, mate...” Jack turned to look at him, resting his chin on his hand. “I don’ e’en know yer name.”
One red eyebrow rose.
“I mean, I know yer last name... I think... I ‘eard Norrington say it…” Jack thought.
He rolled onto his back and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.
“No… wait… I do…” Jack frowned, “…fetch some irons… fetch some irons… Gillette!”
He jumped.
Jack grinned proudly, “Gillette, fetch some irons! That’s it... yer name’s Gillette.”
He stared at him with an obvious look on his face.
Jack ignored it, “But I don’ know yer first name… What yer mates call ye.”
He turned his eyes away, looking to the folds in the covers.
“I know ye miss ‘em, mate.”
He looked up again.
Jack smiled at him, “They’re yer mates. Gibbs said the three o’ ye were tight. And… if me memory serves me right… He said ye were the one who didn’t like that bonny lass Elizabeth much.” This time Jack was positive he heard a snort. “She didn’ seem ta like ye, much, either. What did ye do ta make her so leery o’ the bloody loo for so long?”
He smiled smugly.
“That look is pure evil, ye realize.”
The smugness never tipped.
“Ye don’ regret it, do ye.”
He sighed contently.
“How’d yer bloody mate Norrington take ta that? Surely she went a’running ta him and Daddy.”
He gave him a look, seeming to say that he was obviously there, before him.
“’S true… ye did survive to tell the tale. Didn’ leave any evidence, then, did ye?” Jack laughed when he saw the response, “Like a true pirate, there, mate.”
Silence fell again, and Jack slowly let himself be reabsorbed into the charts laid out across the table. He looked back when he heard soft snoring coming from the bed.
His mouth curled into a half-smile, though little humor was present. “Like a true pirate… And a pirate, ye are not.”
Summery: What is life, without chance?
Prompt: 056. Trust
Pairing: Sparette (Sparrow/Gillette)
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Part III:
Jack rarely left his side. Anamaria continued to bring him fresh water, in between looking after the course. Gibbs kept the crew in line. Little could be done, but he saw to it that they used everything they had to combat the fever.
Tired brown eyes would gaze up at him, red and glassy. Jack couldn’t tell how much was going on behind them, but he responded, and talked with him quietly.
“It was a nice day out, today.”
Blink.
“The sun was out, again. Good wind in the sails.” Jack continued, “Great day for sailin’ the seas.”
He breathed slowly.
“If it stays like this, maybe ye’ll be able to come out on deck wif me.”
Blink.
“Get you out o’ this room… change o’ scenery could help, eh?” Jack smiled slightly. He reached a hand forward, slowly, as always, and brushed a few strands of red hair away from the pale face. “Looks like the fever’s going down, at least…”
He blinked slowly.
Jack chuckled softly, “Don’ stay awake on me accord, mate. Ye need yer rest.”
His lips parted slightly as he shifted his head.
“Ye know I’ll be here, when ye wake up, again. I’ll make sure not ta say somthin’ too interesting until ye’re awake, again.”
His eyes slid closed.
* * *
“The fever’s nearly gone… but he’s still weak.” Anamaria noted.
“I wasn’t expectin’ him ta get up and walk off.” Jack said dryly. “‘S those wounds that I’m concerned about…”
“They’re healing well.”
“‘S not just that… Those weren’t from riggin’ thrown around, or the storm, or floatin’… Those were deliberate. Someone made those marks.”
“You think it was from his time as a slave?”
“I can’t see Norrington being the type fer punishment like that.”
“I suppose you could ask him.”
Jack laughed once, “Aye, of course. A blink fer the first and a cough for the second.”
“He’ll start talking, eventually.”
Jack nodded, “Yer probably right.”
“He’s still too weak, right now, Jack.” She laid a hand on his shoulder, for a moment.
“Ye think he’ll take kindly ta me, when he’s back ta himself, again?” Jack said, as more of a statement than a question.
She just smiled.
* * *
Jack smiled, “I was wonderin’ when ye’d wake up today, mate. Ye slept for a long time… ‘S nearly noon, already.”
He drew in a slow breath, chest rising, before letting it out and sinking into the bed.
“Guess ye don’ get much o’ that… being in the Navy, an’ all.” Jack reasoned. “Don’ get much freedom, do ye?”
He coughed.
“I didn’ mean it like that. I’m sure ye’re quite happy, where ye are…” Jack trailed off. “Where ye were, I guess, now, eh mate?”
He drew his tongue across his lower lip.
“Yer mates are out there.” Jack told him. “They’re probably lookin’ fer ye, right now. And little do they know ye’re safe an’ sound… wif the bloody likes of me.” His mouth curved into a grin, “Was that a scoff?”
Brown eyes continued to stare at him.
“I do think ye’re getting better, mate. A response like that- ye’re nearly ready ta tell me this ship can’t be crewed by two men.” Jack continued to grin.
His shoulders shook when he coughed. He drew in another slow breath and let it out, tilting his head on the pillow to gaze up at Jack.
“But I won’ be holdin’ a pistol ta yer face, this time…” Jack added. “I am sorry about that… Ye were kind of just in me way. That shot wasn’t meant fer ye, anyhow.” He fancied he heard another scoff. “Am I still the best pirate that one mate o’ yers has ever seen? Or have ye seen any others ta give me a run fer me money, yet?”
Red eyebrows raised once.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’…”
* * *
“Ye know ye act more like a cat than a Navyboy.” Jack remarked one day, as he watched him shift and turn in the blankets, curling around himself.
He stared for a moment, and then proceeded to extend his arms and legs and stretch as much as he could. He sighed contently and relaxed again when he was finished, rubbing his cheek against the pillow.
“Ye’ve been here for weeks… I feel like I know ye, but I don’…” Jack mused aloud, more to himself.
He tilted his head to the side slightly.
“Ye know, mate...” Jack turned to look at him, resting his chin on his hand. “I don’ e’en know yer name.”
One red eyebrow rose.
“I mean, I know yer last name... I think... I ‘eard Norrington say it…” Jack thought.
He rolled onto his back and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.
“No… wait… I do…” Jack frowned, “…fetch some irons… fetch some irons… Gillette!”
He jumped.
Jack grinned proudly, “Gillette, fetch some irons! That’s it... yer name’s Gillette.”
He stared at him with an obvious look on his face.
Jack ignored it, “But I don’ know yer first name… What yer mates call ye.”
He turned his eyes away, looking to the folds in the covers.
“I know ye miss ‘em, mate.”
He looked up again.
Jack smiled at him, “They’re yer mates. Gibbs said the three o’ ye were tight. And… if me memory serves me right… He said ye were the one who didn’t like that bonny lass Elizabeth much.” This time Jack was positive he heard a snort. “She didn’ seem ta like ye, much, either. What did ye do ta make her so leery o’ the bloody loo for so long?”
He smiled smugly.
“That look is pure evil, ye realize.”
The smugness never tipped.
“Ye don’ regret it, do ye.”
He sighed contently.
“How’d yer bloody mate Norrington take ta that? Surely she went a’running ta him and Daddy.”
He gave him a look, seeming to say that he was obviously there, before him.
“’S true… ye did survive to tell the tale. Didn’ leave any evidence, then, did ye?” Jack laughed when he saw the response, “Like a true pirate, there, mate.”
Silence fell again, and Jack slowly let himself be reabsorbed into the charts laid out across the table. He looked back when he heard soft snoring coming from the bed.
His mouth curled into a half-smile, though little humor was present. “Like a true pirate… And a pirate, ye are not.”