Lost You: Chapter 6
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Everyone headed down the gangplank after they docked the mysterious island. Mr. Gibbs held on to his cutlass good and tight just incase something jumped out. Jack was the last to walk ashore.
Mr. Gibbs gave a nervous cough, “Erhm…Cap’n? Where to now?”
Jack looked down at his feet and caught site of a small sparkle. He knelt down and picked it up. It was a small yet perfect diamond. One like she would use to decorate her hair.
"Jack?”
He opened his eyes and looked around from his hiding spot underneath his favorite tree.
“Oh Jack?”
He saw her feet pass by and jumped out when she was a good 10 feet away.
“I’m here! I’m here!”
She turned around in her white gown and grinned. Diamonds and golden strings adorned her hair and she had a pearly white smile. She looked like she glowed in the afternoon sun.
“There you are!” She said before she picked him up and twirled him.
“Captain? Jack?”
Jack was brought back to reality by Gibbs’s worried voice.
“…Come on.” He said as he stood up and made his way into the thick forest. The crew hesitantly followed but thought that they might as well because they obviously had no clue how to get out of this world.
Jack trotted forward, lacking his usual swagger. He followed the oh-so familiar path and stopped.
“Jack what is i--”
But Jack put his hand up to indicate them to “Shut Up!” They listened hard and heard a soft whizzing in the air. With the quickness of a feline, Jack pushed Marty out of the way of a flying arrow.
Marty looked wide-eyed up at his Captain as he kept walking forward. Just as Jack reached a certain point a figure jumped down and landed with magnificent grace.
“Estoy de aquí ver a la dama,” Jack said calmly.
The figure nodded, “Sé. Ella le espera, señor.” The shadow then made an incredible jump back in the tree and stayed there.
The crew was mystified and was at a loss of words.
“Come on. Don’t lag behind. Technically, ye’re not supposed to know about this place.” He yelled over his shoulder.
After a good 15 minutes of walking they reached a huge wall.
“Uh…Can anyone say…dead end?” Said Marty who was standing atop one of the larger rocks.
Jack turned to Marty and smiled, “Do not judge a book by it’s cover, mate.”
He turned around and place his hand on it. The surface rippled under his palm and shed it’s disguise.
The crew gasped as they saw the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. It had gorgeous waterfalls, tropical parrots a flight everywhere. And in the middle of all this laid a temple made of black and white marble.
Jack grinned, “La ciudad del Mar. Supposedly the most beautiful place on or off this earth. Well except for heaven if there is one.” He mumbled the last part to himself.
The Captain of the Black Pearl lifted his right foot and entered the glossy door. The crew looked horrified as they saw Jack being sucked in by it. But once all the way inside, they saw Jack on the other end.
One by one, the crew made there way across the boundary. And when the last person crossed, the wall built it self by up.
Jack leaned his head back and smelled the air.
Smells like home.
Jack led them up the marble steps to the front doors of the temple. The guards had dark veils over their faces and wore beautiful jewelry along their wrists and necks.
Jack feebly knocked on the side of the wall, hoping to get some sort of respond.
“Jack?!!” He heard a small squeal that caused him to turn around to see a small highly tanned girl running in his direction.
He grinned, “Chiquita!“ He picked her up and tickled her to be rewarded with that magical laugh.
Gibbs couldn’t help but smile. “So this is the mysterious ‘her’ then?” He asked amused.
Jack kissed Chiquita’s head and set her down.
“No, mate. This is the daughter of the mysterious ‘her’.” He quickly returned his attention to the little one at his feet.
“¿Habla usted acerca de mamá?” She said as she gazed her wicked green eyes up at Jack.
“¡Sí somos! Ahora vaya y obtenga a su mamá.” He said as he patted her butt lightly before she ran off.
Marty looked so confused, “Since when did you speak Spanish?”
Jack grinned in his direction, “He estado hablando español toda mi vida.”
Marty eyebrows rose in question. “Say what?”
Jack chuckled, “I’ve been speakin’ Spanish all of me life. I am a true Latino.”
Marty mouthed a small “Oh.” and nodded.
They heard the soft taps of feet hitting the floor and they all turned in the direction of the noise.
If the crew’s chins were not connected to the rest of there head, they would’ve been on the floor. Jack just smiled and nodded to the celestial being in front of them that he knew so well.
His mate, his guardian angel, his sister.
“Syrianna…”
Everyone headed down the gangplank after they docked the mysterious island. Mr. Gibbs held on to his cutlass good and tight just incase something jumped out. Jack was the last to walk ashore.
Mr. Gibbs gave a nervous cough, “Erhm…Cap’n? Where to now?”
Jack looked down at his feet and caught site of a small sparkle. He knelt down and picked it up. It was a small yet perfect diamond. One like she would use to decorate her hair.
"Jack?”
He opened his eyes and looked around from his hiding spot underneath his favorite tree.
“Oh Jack?”
He saw her feet pass by and jumped out when she was a good 10 feet away.
“I’m here! I’m here!”
She turned around in her white gown and grinned. Diamonds and golden strings adorned her hair and she had a pearly white smile. She looked like she glowed in the afternoon sun.
“There you are!” She said before she picked him up and twirled him.
“Captain? Jack?”
Jack was brought back to reality by Gibbs’s worried voice.
“…Come on.” He said as he stood up and made his way into the thick forest. The crew hesitantly followed but thought that they might as well because they obviously had no clue how to get out of this world.
Jack trotted forward, lacking his usual swagger. He followed the oh-so familiar path and stopped.
“Jack what is i--”
But Jack put his hand up to indicate them to “Shut Up!” They listened hard and heard a soft whizzing in the air. With the quickness of a feline, Jack pushed Marty out of the way of a flying arrow.
Marty looked wide-eyed up at his Captain as he kept walking forward. Just as Jack reached a certain point a figure jumped down and landed with magnificent grace.
“Estoy de aquí ver a la dama,” Jack said calmly.
The figure nodded, “Sé. Ella le espera, señor.” The shadow then made an incredible jump back in the tree and stayed there.
The crew was mystified and was at a loss of words.
“Come on. Don’t lag behind. Technically, ye’re not supposed to know about this place.” He yelled over his shoulder.
After a good 15 minutes of walking they reached a huge wall.
“Uh…Can anyone say…dead end?” Said Marty who was standing atop one of the larger rocks.
Jack turned to Marty and smiled, “Do not judge a book by it’s cover, mate.”
He turned around and place his hand on it. The surface rippled under his palm and shed it’s disguise.
The crew gasped as they saw the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. It had gorgeous waterfalls, tropical parrots a flight everywhere. And in the middle of all this laid a temple made of black and white marble.
Jack grinned, “La ciudad del Mar. Supposedly the most beautiful place on or off this earth. Well except for heaven if there is one.” He mumbled the last part to himself.
The Captain of the Black Pearl lifted his right foot and entered the glossy door. The crew looked horrified as they saw Jack being sucked in by it. But once all the way inside, they saw Jack on the other end.
One by one, the crew made there way across the boundary. And when the last person crossed, the wall built it self by up.
Jack leaned his head back and smelled the air.
Smells like home.
Jack led them up the marble steps to the front doors of the temple. The guards had dark veils over their faces and wore beautiful jewelry along their wrists and necks.
Jack feebly knocked on the side of the wall, hoping to get some sort of respond.
“Jack?!!” He heard a small squeal that caused him to turn around to see a small highly tanned girl running in his direction.
He grinned, “Chiquita!“ He picked her up and tickled her to be rewarded with that magical laugh.
Gibbs couldn’t help but smile. “So this is the mysterious ‘her’ then?” He asked amused.
Jack kissed Chiquita’s head and set her down.
“No, mate. This is the daughter of the mysterious ‘her’.” He quickly returned his attention to the little one at his feet.
“¿Habla usted acerca de mamá?” She said as she gazed her wicked green eyes up at Jack.
“¡Sí somos! Ahora vaya y obtenga a su mamá.” He said as he patted her butt lightly before she ran off.
Marty looked so confused, “Since when did you speak Spanish?”
Jack grinned in his direction, “He estado hablando español toda mi vida.”
Marty eyebrows rose in question. “Say what?”
Jack chuckled, “I’ve been speakin’ Spanish all of me life. I am a true Latino.”
Marty mouthed a small “Oh.” and nodded.
They heard the soft taps of feet hitting the floor and they all turned in the direction of the noise.
If the crew’s chins were not connected to the rest of there head, they would’ve been on the floor. Jack just smiled and nodded to the celestial being in front of them that he knew so well.
His mate, his guardian angel, his sister.
“Syrianna…”