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You opened your eyes. It was another day on the Castiel.
You slowly sat up and moved your hand along the wall, gently and slowly, avoiding unnecessary splinters. Feeling the rocking of your ship, the creases in the wood, you deliberately and lightly followed one line. Closing your eyes. The lines reminded you of life, coursing through, taking unexpected twists and turns. You liked the end but not the beginning... Who knows which side is the beginning or the end.
”You do this every day, what's so important about that wall?”
You turned your head towards the voice, with your eyes still closed, you said your usual remark:
”I don't tell you how to be dead do i? So don't tell me how to live.”
The ghost rolled her eyes but remained silent. You reached the end of the line and took a deep breath, you opened your eyes and smiled at your best friend.
”Good morning.”
(fancy time and perspective skip thing) ~-~
”(Y/N) LOOK AT ME! Look at me.”
Jack woke up with a start. What the hell was that? The pain started rushing to his head. Ugh, another hangover. Jack took a deep breath, blinking, trying to focus.
He lifted his arm, moving his fingers over his eyes. Jack let out a groan, his eyebrows wrinkling. He tried see where he was but it was too bright. Think....
There was a wall behind him. Trash to his right.. He's smelled worse. His feet were touching another wall and they weren't stretched fully. Alley . There was a crash and laughter and memories started flooding back. A bar, women, so many women. He started smiling And oh the rum. His hand dropped and he felt a bottle, another memory. The Black Pearl. Gone…
Time to drink
Jack slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the brightness, trying to focus his view. He lifted the bottle he had felt earlier, feeling the cold touch his lips, it relaxing his muscles and temporarily alleviating the pain. Until there came a new pain.
You were running from another big guy that thought he would be able to beat you. You and your crew had gone for a normal raid and your beautiful ghost companion had caused a commotion as usual.
Knocking over things and possessing some people was her right as a ghost she said.
Only her right had gotten you a reputation..
And because of this, reputation, men either ran in fear or got more courage.
In this case, the brute that was chasing you got more courage.
”He's probably not smart enough to know what fear is.” you said with a chuckle to your companion. Your crew was fighting the rest of the men and the brute had decided to start chasing you. You loved the chase but the chaser was getting a bit too close to comfort so you looked for a way out. Just as the brute was about to grab you, you dash into an alley on your left, your chaser running ahead and falling over.
You thought you were in the clear until you trip over something and the putrid smell of alcohol fills your nose.
The pain he felt was quickly soothed by a pair of fierce eyes. As stormy as the sea and a smile, that made him feel a new sensation.
The woman scrambled to get up and looked behind her. The commotion and subsequent stomping could be heard a mile away, so Jack quickly helped her up and said ”Hide behind there.” gesturing to a pile of boxes. The woman looked disappointed but hearing the footsteps get louder, she decided to follow his advice. She suddenly shushed which made Jack stop and look back, slightly annoyed, but he noticed that he wasn't the intended target.
He ignored that for now and kept walking forward and sat down to where he was before. The source of the footsteps finally turned around the corner, noticeably out of breath.
”Oh. Jack, have you seen a woman run through here?”
Jack talked with a slur ”A woman?”
”Yes.”
His face showed intense thinking ”...Workers clothes, (h/c) hair with waves at the end, a pirate's hat and the most piercingly beautiful, (e/c) eyes you have ever seen?”
”Yes?”
”Haven't seen her.” He gave a shrug and lifted the bottle to his lips.
”I need to find her.” He started moving past Jack towards the boxes.
”Whoa. Settle down there Buddy.” Jack stood up quickly and lifted his hands, dropping the bottle. It gave a small clink. He quickly looked down to see the bottle if the bottle broke and then jutted his hips to his side. “Run along now, i have drinking to do.”
Buddy opened his arms and leaned forward ”But Jack, she's a witch! She'll curse you!”
Jack leaned against one of his arms and gestured towards the surroundings ”I only see an alley that is sadly lacking a beautiful woman.”
”She may just be invisible.” Buddy said his frown growing more intense.
”Then i will take care of it my friend, don't worry, I won't show her any mercy.” Jack gave him a wink, looking half asleep and half drunk.
The Brute groaned ”Fine.” He slowly exited and after a while the stomping blended in with the background sounds.
Jack turned around, his posture straightening a tiny bit.
”He's gone now, you can come out..... Hello? Miss Witch?” Jack leaned forward but making sure not to get too close to the boxes.
He wondered if the woman had ran away. The woman quickly shushed again, Jack was taken aback but waited.
The woman was hesitant but calmly she stepped out, unknowingly fixing the pirate to the spot with her eyes.
”Thank you.” A smile started to dance on her lips. ”Now i have to go.” Her eyes brightened.
Jack took a step forward ”Wait a minute darling, you see, i promised my friend back there” he pointed behind himself ”that i wouldn't show you any mercy.”
The woman tensed up, ready to run or fight.
Jack noticed, backing up slowly whilst saying ”So, i would say you owe me a favour miss...?”
”Terry”
”Mystery” he gave a chuckle whilst twirling his finger through his beard ”Clever... Ok, i'll respect your privacy. My name is Captain Jack Sparrow.” he said with a bow, taking off his hat. He then reached out for the woman's hand. She followed by giving it a firm shake and his smile widened.
She quickly eyed him up and down.
”I'll have to repay that favour later. See ya.” she said with a wink and ran out of the alley.
And he was left there, without his mystery. He gave another chuckle. At least he was awake now.
”Jack Sparrow...” That name tasted interesting when you said it out loud.
”You didn't need his help you know..” Your best friend was floating next to you.
You jumped up onto your ship. ”Oh i know, but… who doesn't love to hear what people say about you when you're not there.” You smirked and your best friend sighed and rolled her eyes, immediately raising her voice:
”Careful!! You'll break the boards! This ship is old you know, especially with how you run it.” You shushed your ghostly friend whilst waving your hand.
”You should stop shushing me, the pirate noticed-”
“Jack” you corrected her and she ignored you.
“Your crew won't say anything when this happens but he may.”
You abruptly turned towards her:
”And you should stop possessing stuff. Do you really think people don't notice?”
You walked loudly towards your cabin, a warning for your crew, your fists clenching harder. You sat heavily in your chair ”People think i'm a witch anyway. You heard our buddy , what does it matter if they think i'm crazy too. Wouldn't that just make me scarier? Maybe” You sank down and relaxed and let a sad smile show “I wouldn't have to kill people.”
Your best friend floated through you and turned to look into your soul:
”You're eventually going to end up in a kill or be killed situation and i will make sure you're the one who kills, one way or another.”
You tensed up ”Stop talking like that, that's not you. That won’t happen anyway.”
”How do you know?”
”Shut up.” You ran onto deck and grabbed the nearest crew member by the scruff of his shirt. ”Do you call this ship clean? Go get some supplies, i want the Castiel spotless !” You roared ”Did everyone hear THAT?!”
”Yes, captain.” Your crew went on with their business.
You gradually leaned with your back against the railing and muttered:
”Jack Sparrow.” The taste hadn't changed... you felt a bit better.