~*Spread Wings*~

[Jacky]

"Well... tha', and I missed havin' some good ol' English tea." I lie. I meet her gaze and smirk at the amusement in her eyes. "Alrigh', fine then. I might.. MIGHT," I raise an indexfinger, to make sure she gets that, "...consider to get t' know 'r again. Just a li'll." I hold my hand up again, fingers an inch apart to emphasize how little I care for knowing her.

...Well then. Ana was always good at catching me lies though.

"...And don't you dare comment on tha'." I warn her therefore. "I swear, I won't be sweepin' the fair lady of her feet and placin' 'r back here in me cabin." I smirk.

[Hannah]

I chuckle and put my feet onto the table "I better dont comment it or you might keelhaul me for it." i fash him a grin and drink some of the rum.
My face turns more serious "The fact the came to live here, points out she wanted to leave her old life behind her.. so you really shouldnt rush.. but" I point with my indexfinger at him "Dont yoi just sit here and do nothing, since I wanna go home like I told ya.. "

[Jacky]

I smirk and sit down on the table where she rested her feet on, which I have to nudge aside first to make room for me. "Very well then. What do you suppose I should do?" I ask her.

A rare occasion, certainly. I don't ask others for advice, and most certainly not Ana who could turn it into a great deal of mockery. I usually like my own ways, my own methods, my own plans. Even if the rest of the world thing they're absolutely daft, I love to have them work out brilliantly in the end. So there we have it - Captain Jack Sparrow living to his own rules and with his own ways, not needing any guidance from anyone.

Though I suppose this is slightly different. I'm not asking for help here (I'd be d@mned), I'm just asking for.. well.. an enlightenment, to throw in a nice and catchy euphemism.

[Hannah]

"Well..." I say slowly, actually being a little surprised he asks *me* for advise in a case like this... actually asks me for advise at all. Normally he never does do it and does whatever he thinks is right.
I am not sure I if I am good at things like this, since I never was in a situation like this myself and I will most likely never get into one. Still think it is kinda insane, but in this case the first mate doesn't seem to be allowed to say her point ov view on this case.. or at least: the captain wont listen to it at all.
Since we finally found the trail again, it seemed like Jack was obsessed or haunted by something. No more stops then there were needed to get supplies or to fix the ship when it had caused damage somewhere. First I didnt get it, but then finally I managed to make him tell me what we were actually doing. In the first moment I had thought he really lost his mind, but then I figured out he was actually being serious.

"She probably know's your a pirate now..?" I ask him and when he nod, I nod aswell. "Then at last she will probably start thinking again about her past. Don't think she did that too often there. I guess she tried to forget it all... so..." I think for a moment about what to say.

After taking another sip from the rum I close the bottle and put it onto the table and study the top of my boots.

"Maybe you should leave her alone for a while.. and pop into her life every now and then on moments she doesn't expect it.."
Okay.. yeah maybe I really suck at giving him advise on his 'I-am-actually-not-really-in-love-that-is-why-I-sail-all-over-the-world-to-find-this-girl' case, but he asked for it so now he has it.

"She is probably shocked." I state and look up at him sitting on the table. I put my boots onto his knees and lean back in my chair. "I guess.. I would be." I say and grab the rumbottle again and open it really slowly.

[Jacky]

"Aye, bu' ye see," I lean forward a little, looking right into her eyes, "I'm not a very patient man. And truth is.." The slightest grin comes to my features, because I know that what I"m about to say is more recognizable for her than the story was so far, "...I'm starting t' miss the plundering already, I am. Sounds like hell t' sit 'round waiting." I take the bottle from her hands and lean back, having a big swig myself.

Silence. Minutes pass in absolute silence, each occupied with his or her own thoughts. I figure that Ana's probably thinking I'm a love-mad fool, risking our sake and safety over some lass I haven't seen in ten years. And I'm sure that if I were her, I'd be thinking the same. I'm me though, and with it I have a little more knowladge on me own intentions.

Ten years, tis a long time, aye! But in these ten years I don't regret a thing. I did things the way I thought they were right, living by the rules that I had made for myself. I won't say I'm a saint (far from it), but at least I had some sense of morality, even if it was me own-made morality. I didn't kill without a reason. I didn't make more victims than needed, and I'd preferably use sharp wit over a sharp sword. So there ye have it, a questionable morality that I won't be able to explain to 'the Maker', on the day of judgement. It'll still get me straight into hell. But it's a morality that I can live with, that causes my mind to be at ease at night. At least I wouldn't have to look back and regret.

...safe for once. Leaving Scarlett behind without an explanation, without any promises and without giving her at least some security that she could go on livin'.. well, tha' doesn't sit to right with me. Don´t get me wrong, I could leave any wh0re -pardon, lady- behind like that.. but not after she gave me all she had, and I took it all. Even her freedom.

[Hannah]

nod finally, very slowly. Plundering is heaven compared with what is going on in this town - it would be a wonderfull port to plunder though - "Then tell me, Captain Sparrow.. what are your intentions to do now?"

I studied his face the last view minutes and something made me feel weird. He keeps saying he is not madly in love with this girl. But then why exactly are we here?
Most likely not to go to a masquerade and party along the fancy people here.
I simply don't understand it.

I take my feet off the table and get onto my feet. I step close to Jack and take his hands in mine. "What do ya wanna do Jack?" I ask him and look into his eyes. I wish I could help him somehow, but if he is not telling me what the hell he wants to do.. or even doesnt know it himself, it is kinda hard for me to do so.

Actually I would understand if he would not want to tell me. It is not like he tells me everything that goes on in his head, especially not things like this.. concerning his personal life.. and with that I mean the more 'serious' things like this. He is not really happy with how everything is going on now, I figured that a long time ago. Maybe it is because of all the things that happened ten years ago.
He changed. He is not the pirate anymore he used to be when I met him: taking everything he wanted, no matter *what* it costed. When we plunder now the order 'no more victims then needed' was prority one.
I sigh and little and chew on my lip.

All I want is going back to pirate life, not something that is supposed to be it, but is nothing more then a mask, made of a pirateship with a black flag.

England is an enemy of all pirates, except for when they can come handy, in war times. The Caribbean are our home; the governments think they can rule the islands, but are so wrong. The Caribbean have their own laws and rules and one thing is for sure: they aint the same as they are here in England.

[Jacky]

"What I want..?" I frown slightly wondering that myself. Aye, mate, give the woman a straight answer for once. What the hell do you want? I shrug and make her let go of my hands, and I get up from the table to fetch a second bottle of rum.

"What I want is to get the hell back to the Caribbean!" I admit, gesturing madly as is my habit, "To get back t' plundering, get our arses to Tortuga and party til dawn to curse every droplet of rum the day after. I want to chase the horizon and see what's beyond and I most certainly want to dive right into the next adventure tha' comes our way." I pick up a bottle, and turn back to Ana. "You KNOW tha's what I want." I tell her, strolling back. "Bu' I feel that.. whatever it is tha' we're doing here, tis something I HAVE to do. To close a chapter, luv. To let the last decade be what it is and set sail towards the future, instead of keepin' me mind in the past."

I'm rarely this frank with her - this utterly honest. Usually my replies about 'serious matters' consist of joking, teasing, or even flirting. Anything but honesty. Ten years of betrayal, paranoia and craving thought me that.. honesty is the root of destruction. And as far as truth concerned.. I'd rather see no truth at all. But then again, Ana never did betray me. And she's one of the few that are still granted with my trust - if not the only one. So I suppose this outburst lies rooted in that belief - the distant belief that she's one of the few who know how to handle truth.

I open the bottle and take a deep swig.

[Hannah]

"Close a chapter Jack?" I ask, leaning backwards against the table "And how do you suppose you will do it? Stalk the girl 'til she gets insane because she doesn't recognise you.. doesnt want to recognise you or because the rest of *her* world forces her not to recognose you.." I look at him, my eyebrows narrowed a bit.

"She has changed Jack. For you it is completing a chapter but I honestly doubt it is that for her. For her it is probably like opening a closed book."

[Jacky]

I frown.. I hadn't considered it that way. I suppose I'm too much of a selfish pirate indeed to be looking at it from the other side. In fact, I'm rather surprised to see that Ana *does*. But she's got a point, of course.. Scarlett did change. Changed her name, changed her appearance, changed her life. What if the chapter IS closed for her? Who am I to be wrecking this new reality for her again?

"...Then what do you suppose?" I ask, "Just leave 'r? After sailing half the world to get here?"

[Hannah]

I look down for a moment before looking up into his eyes again. "For her sake.. it is most likely the best" I tell him and take the rumbottle out of his hands.

"The way she changed made clear she left her past behind. No person changes his or her name just for fun.. no pirate becomes some high fancy person.. just because he or she feels like that.. you *dont* feel like that once you tasted freedom.. you know that" I say, a serious expression on my face.
I listen to my own words and wonder for a moment where they come from. Dont think I ever talked.. lectured him this way.