To Win Her Back
Title: To Win Her Back
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Disney's. I don't own it. No infringement is intended and I'm not making any money from this story.
Summary: Jack wins his Pearl back.
Author's note: Four requests done and only three to go. Written for hendercats and the prompt "another chance". It's Jack/Pearl, set right after CotBP, but I'm taking some information from DMC into account. With thanks to geek_mama_2 for editing!
To Win Her Back
by Hereswith
Ten years waiting and waking from dreams of this. Ten years since he’d first stood on a sun-blasted beach and watched that man sail away with his ship, his ship, growing smaller and smaller in the distance, a blurred out speck and then nothing; determination settling cold and hard in his gut, his mind fixed on a single thought. A pistol and a single shot.
But it’s over, all of it, and done. Barbossa’s lost to the sea and the crabs, while Jack walks the deck of her, his Pearl, and she’s as fleet and graceful as she’s ever been, and as proud, for she’ll have naught to do with him at first. She strains against his hands, snapping her canvas in angered hurt, and he understands, how could he not? It was worse for her, bearing the stain of the curse, a black time, a deadened time, and he wasn’t there, he didn’t come.
But he guides her through it-easy does it, now-and he whispers that he’s sorry, that she’s safe. Hums comfort to her the way he did once before, that long past day when he’d bartered and bargained, when she’d been raised for him: masts breaking the surface of the water like glistening spears, timbers groaning from the pain of returning, her holds filled for weeks after with the echo of the deep.
Darling, he calls her and, aye, my brave, my bonnie lass, he tells her, at the faintest shudder of a sigh through the rigging. I didn’t forget. And it’s slow and coaxing work, but he wins her over, breath by breath, she gives him that much, a chance and her favour again.
Gibbs, passing by, frowns and says, “Jack? Are ye sure yer all right?”
“Never better,” he replies, grinning past the edge of weariness. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, mate.”
And it’s ten years since the phrase rang so true.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Disney's. I don't own it. No infringement is intended and I'm not making any money from this story.
Summary: Jack wins his Pearl back.
Author's note: Four requests done and only three to go. Written for hendercats and the prompt "another chance". It's Jack/Pearl, set right after CotBP, but I'm taking some information from DMC into account. With thanks to geek_mama_2 for editing!
To Win Her Back
by Hereswith
Ten years waiting and waking from dreams of this. Ten years since he’d first stood on a sun-blasted beach and watched that man sail away with his ship, his ship, growing smaller and smaller in the distance, a blurred out speck and then nothing; determination settling cold and hard in his gut, his mind fixed on a single thought. A pistol and a single shot.
But it’s over, all of it, and done. Barbossa’s lost to the sea and the crabs, while Jack walks the deck of her, his Pearl, and she’s as fleet and graceful as she’s ever been, and as proud, for she’ll have naught to do with him at first. She strains against his hands, snapping her canvas in angered hurt, and he understands, how could he not? It was worse for her, bearing the stain of the curse, a black time, a deadened time, and he wasn’t there, he didn’t come.
But he guides her through it-easy does it, now-and he whispers that he’s sorry, that she’s safe. Hums comfort to her the way he did once before, that long past day when he’d bartered and bargained, when she’d been raised for him: masts breaking the surface of the water like glistening spears, timbers groaning from the pain of returning, her holds filled for weeks after with the echo of the deep.
Darling, he calls her and, aye, my brave, my bonnie lass, he tells her, at the faintest shudder of a sigh through the rigging. I didn’t forget. And it’s slow and coaxing work, but he wins her over, breath by breath, she gives him that much, a chance and her favour again.
Gibbs, passing by, frowns and says, “Jack? Are ye sure yer all right?”
“Never better,” he replies, grinning past the edge of weariness. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, mate.”
And it’s ten years since the phrase rang so true.