Chapter Six

Ok, so it's been awhile. I hope you all haven't give up on me. Thankfully my exams are over and I won't have to go back to school for a little while so I can write to my hearts content. Hope this isn't a disappointment after all this time!

Disclaimer no, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean but I would LOVE to own Jack. I only own Belle and the plot (kind of).

I woke up the next morning to find the sun fully risen and beaming down on my still naked form. Jack wasn't beside me though. The fire was extinguished and only ashes remained with a few charred bits of wood. Our two rum bottles lay abandoned on the sand. The events of the previous night crashed down on my mind like the mast of a ship and I didn't know whether or not to panic. Did he regret it? Did I regret it? My thoughts screamed 'no' to the second question and I sighed, sitting up self consciously. I knew there wasn't anyone around to see me (including Jack) but it wasn't every day that I found myself completely bare for the world to see. I quickly gathered up my clothes and dressed frantically, falling over twice. I tied my sash around my waist but left my boots off. It was too hot for them. That's when I looked for Jack. It didn't take long and I spotted him staring over the ocean, frowning slightly. I approached slowly, scared of rejection.

"Hey," I said quietly, standing by his side. When his hand reached out and held mine, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mornin' love," he greeted.

"Contemplating the tides?" I asked in a slightly joking voice. He breathed a laugh.

"Maybe." It wasn't uncomfortable. It was nice. I ran my free hand through my hair to try and get the snarls out. Jack didn't need me looking like I had just escaped from a whorehouse right now. Before I could get very far, Jack spun me so we were facing each other and his hand stilled mine. "I like your hair like that. It shows you had a good time." He winked at me and I blushed slightly.

"Fine then, the birds nest stays," I grumbled. He laughed and lifted my chin up, angling my face towards his. His lips gently touched mine and I was shocked that they were so soft and caring; unlike something I thought Jack could ever be. But he was just like that kiss. I moaned as the kiss deepened and his hands secured themselves tightly around my waist. His tongue danced with mine and I fisted my hands on his shirt. His fingers ghosted along the waistband of my trousers and began pulling them downwards. I giggled. "Someone's eager for a repeat."

"And no one but you has ever had a repeat with Captain Jack Sparrow, love," he assured me and reconnected our lips. We stumbled backwards until I ended up laying down on the sand with Jack on top of me, still kissing feverishly as he continued pulling my breeches down. Maybe this island wasn't so bad after all.

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The rest of the day past and was followed by another day. Most of the time was spent with Jack either swimming or testing out various areas on the island with our 'grown up activities'. We'd found that the trees were not comfortable to lean against and that there were hidden shells that were rather sharp in the grass. We generally stuck to the sand although that didn't stop our adventurousness in experimenting. I woke up on the fourth day with a silly smile on my face to find myself fully dressed. Frowning, I looked around to find that there were several row boats on the island and a gathering of people a short walk away from me. Jack was one of them. I rose from the ground and put on my boots, walking over to the group. They all gave me appreciative looks whilst Jack glared at them and put his arm around me. I didn't mind if this looked like I was his property. I'd rather that than be with one of these perverts.

"Just you and the girl?" the one who I assumed to be the captain demanded. Sensing it would be better to keep my mouth shut; I simply listened and didn't correct him.

"Yep," Jack answered simply. The captain nodded and gestured to one of the boats.

"Hop in," he said and the rest of the crew appeared from the trees, entering the boats. I gaped but let Jack lead me to the boats.

"You are amazing," I said, not caring that I was inflating his ego. I hadn't thought about escaping this island. I'd hardly even paid attention to the fact that I hadn't eaten since the night of the mutiny. Being with Jack had muddled my brain. But now we were getting off this godforsaken spit of land and we could be free! It would be just me, Jack and the sea together. Hopefully.

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The rum runners reluctantly dropped us off at Tortuga after a torturous trip. The men on the ship had stared at me like they hadn't seen a woman in years which may have been true. Jack almost shot them but then realised that he only had one shot and that would be saved for one person especially: Barbossa. I knew Jack would never use that shot on anyone besides his mutinous first mate and I backed his decision. My shot would probably be used for something besides revenge, most probably something petty. Hey, I am a temperamental pirate. After drinking ourselves stupid, getting into a bar brawl that Jack actually wriggled out of and testing the capabilities of the bed in the inn, I woke up with a headache and a strange feeling of abandonment. Not really wanting to find out what that was about, I rose and dressed in the clothes I'd acquired last night, feeling much better clean and with my hair brushed. The clothes were a simple white silk shirt, a thick black leather strap to secure it in place, black breeches and brown leather boots with golden buckles. I attached my sword and pistol to my hips and waltzed out of the room in search of Jack. He had such a knack for evasion that it was difficult and left me wondering why he was evading me. Maybe he was finally realising that he'd slept with the same person more than once. I searched all the bars and eventually found myself at the dock. Two women in extremely revealing outfits, one blonde and one red head were glaring angrily at each other and yelling. Then they whirled to look at me and I felt uncomfortable.

"Don't mind me," I said and tried to slip around them.

"Belle Roberts?" one demanded and I turned back to face them.

"Who's asking?" I said in a dangerous tone. The blonde looked down her nose at me.

"Giselle," she said. Her accent was irritating.

"Scarlett," the red head answered.

"Why you asking?" I asked and thought about how stupid they seemed. They were blatantly whores.

"Jack Sparrow asked us to give you a message," Giselle answered and I restrained a glare. Don't shoot the messenger. Without elaborating, she handed over a piece of paper.

"That was all he gave us," Scarlett explained and I thought I saw a flicker of mocking.

"Besides an interesting night and some money," Giselle added. This time I pulled out my pistol and pointed it at the centre of her head like Jack had done the first time he'd seen me in thirteen years.

"Take it back," I ordered and venom laced my tone. She looked petrified but she smirked.

"It's the truth, darlin'. Sorry," she said and didn't sound sorry at all. I lowered my pistol and glared until they left me alone. When they were gone, I opened the folded paper and my jaw fell open. It was a beautiful drawing, perfectly shaded and it was of me. It was me with my hair fanned across the pillow, my face peaceful and a sheet barely covering me. In the bottom right hand corner were two words'sorry love'. I screeched loudly and whirled to face the ocean.

"DAMN YOU JACK SPARROW!" I shrieked at nothing. Jack Sparrow had used me and dumped me. He was such a bastard.

The End

No, I'm not kidding. That's the end. This is the conclusion to 'She's Belle'. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to be away for over a month and then come back, only to write the end of the story. This was always meant to be a short one anyway. But have no fear! I already have the sequel playing out in my head and I'm just about to start writing it. The first chapter will be up soon, this I promise. Thank you to everyone who reviewed or alerted or added as a favourite. I really do appreciate every single one. Love Bianca x