Open Waters

Title: Open Waters

Rated: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction which means no harm towards Disney, the movie ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’, or the characters/actors mentioned within. I am making no profit from this piece and it is purely for my benefit and the love of writing. ‘Open Waters’ contains strong language and sexual reference along with disturbing situations and explicit sexual acts. Please read this piece at your own digression.

Summary: Jack Sparrow and Olivia Winslet were brought together by unfortunate events in their childhood - making them dear friends until the day he decided to leave their ruined town and pursue the life of a pirate. It’s been ten years and Jack comes back to the place he once called home - finding it in even worse shape then when he left. Fate and an old friends wedding bring Jack and Olivia back together but are they truly meant to be? And if they are - will Jack allow his heart make judgment instead of his pride? Enjoy!

Author’s Note: I’ve had a lot of hits on this story but very little reviews. Please review. It’s what an author lives for. Even if you think it’s the worst Mary-Sue story ever written that’s okay. I’d love to know what you think.

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A young woman stumbled down the beach quickly, holding a small - precious bundle in her arms. The weather was untimely cool as the wind whipped her long black hair around her face. The moonlight caught glimpse of slight tears streaming down her cheeks once she made it to the small town just south of Tortuga. The town was nearly empty - just a few lone homeless drunkards and wandering chickens in the streets. She picked up her pace and went to the first make-shift house - pleased to see all the lanterns were unlit inside the small abode. The last thing she needed was to be caught.

"Now you.. take, take care of yourself, little one. I hope you always know that your mum loved you dearly and just wanted a better life for you.." The woman whispered, holding the bundle close to her heart as she sobbed and placed the newborn down on the doorstep of the small home. She knocked on the door loudly and took off towards the shore where the baby’s father, a captain of a fleet of pirate ships waited at the helm of a massive ship.

After a moment the front door opened and a woman in her early thirties stood at the threshold - looking out towards the ocean and then down at her feet. "John! Come quick.." She cried, scooping up the baby quickly and bringing it inside the house. "John!" Her husband appeared at bedroom door quickly, "Is everythin' alright, Linda? What do you have there?" He asked, moving across the room to her side. "Linda, darling - I know how badly you want a child of your own but.. you can't take other peoples children.. this town is to small.." He stated, looking down at the baby - marveling at his deep brown eyes and thick black hair.

"What? John! This baby was left on our door step just moments ago. There was a knock at the door and this little one was waiting for me.. our prayers have been answered."

John took the baby from his wife and held it close, smiling at the thought of finally having a child - especially a son. "There was no one in the alley or down towards the docs when you looked?" Linda shook her head no and stood to boil some milk for the child. "Then we will take care of him as if he were our own from the start, Linda. What should we call him?"

"Jack, after your father.."

John smiled down at the baby, "Little Jack Sparrow.."

~

"Is this the infamous Jack Sparrow? I've heard a lot about you, Mr." Linda looked up as her neighbor and good friend, Annabelle Winslet stepped into the living area of the Sparrow home with a baby of her own in her arms. "Anna! When did you have her? She's beautiful!" Linda cried, leaping from her chair to go see the baby. "This is Olivia. With your newest arrival I thought I'd give you and Jack sometime to get to know each other before I introduced her. She's only a week old."

Linda took Olivia into her arms quickly; she was a beautiful baby with honey blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Oh, Anna - she's lovely, a vision of her mother and has her fathers nose.." Anna thanked her for the compliment. "How about Jack? Have you taken him to see Dr. Rumsworth yet? Is he okay?"

"Yes, we took him that morning to see the doctor and Mr. Rumsworth said he's as healthy as an ox and nearly six months. I don't know much of babies but he seems to be a joy - always laughing and happy."

Annabelle smiled at the thought and picked Jack up - wishing that her darling Olivia was big enough to play with. All she did was sleep and eat but soon that would all change. "I think you and my Olivia are going to be dear, dear friends.. you'll grow up together and maybe even marry one day!" She squealed happily, "Could you imagine it, Linda? Our children to be wed one day." Linda laughed at the thought, "That would be a blessing, wouldn't it? I think we have many years before we can be looking forward to that, though."

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Yo ho yo ho, a pirates life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and pillage and don't give a hoot! Drink up me 'earties yo ho!"

Ten years later..

"Jack! Sit down at the table your father will be in from the docs any moment." Mrs. Sparrow called from the washroom - narrowing her eyes once she saw Jack stick out his tongue and continue dancing around the table - holding Olivia's hand as they circled the small kitchen - singing at the top of their lungs.

Drink up me 'earties! Yo ho!"

The back door slammed shut loudly - causing Olivia to fall into her seat as if she had been struck. Jack followed suit quickly and bowed his head for grace - peeking through his folded hands at Olivia who dared not open her eyes. He mumbled a few words of prayer and lifted his head - watching Olivia's lips as he always did when she finished her prayer.

"Keep Jack safe. Amen."

"I heard you bloody kids in here with your pirate song. You have no idea what you speak of when you speak of pirates, Jack." John Sparrow growled, standing at the washroom door. "It was pirates that came into this humble town and took your parents lives, Olivia. Pirates killed our livestock and burned our crops those five years ago. How dare you speak of pirates in this house.."

Olivia looked up at Mr. Sparrow, saddened at the mention of her mother and father. They had been killed five years ago in the attack of Tortuga - leaving the once peaceful villa in near ruins. God fearing men now nothing but thieves and drunkards - however the Sparrow family had taken Olivia in when she was orphaned but there was no extra money to buy a boat, or a new home and leave this dreadful island.

"John, that's enough.." Mrs. Sparrow whispered, frowning at the thought of poor Annabelle. Her daughter had grown into a lovely young woman and it was tragic that she couldn't see her now. "I bring you swags into my home and this is how you repay? Wanting to become blood thirsty pirates. Not on my watch, Jack - go to your chambers."

John Sparrow had turned cold and angry after the attack on his town. He hadn't been the same after watching most of the townsmen murdered - his friends killed in cold blood. There was zero tolerance for pirates in his home.

Jack looked up at John seriously, pleading silently to spare him but there was no use. He knew better then to disobey the keeper of the house. "Yes, sir." With that said Olivia watched Jack push himself up from the table and walk towards his room without supper that night. She sighed and kept her head down - trying not to make eye contact with the man of the house.

"When your finished help Linda clean this mess and then go to your chamber for the rest of the night, Olivia. You know better then to talk of pirates and such, I will break you children from that one day, mark my words."

She nodded, keeping her head down as she quickly finished her meal.

~

Later that night Olivia pushed herself through the worn bedroom door and looked up at Jack, who slept on the top bunk bed. The moonlight shone down through the small window - illuminating his face in soft blue.

"I brought you two rolls and a piece of ham, Jack.." She whispered, holding the few scraps of food in a cloth as she brought them across the room and gave them to her friend. She couldn't count the many nights that Jack was sent to bed with nothing to eat - mostly for talking about things that Mr. Sparrow didn't approve of.

"He's not my father." Jack muttered under his breath - almost reading her very thoughts as he thanked her and took the food, devouring it quickly. "My father is a pirate..." He continued, mostly to himself. John Sparrow was a good man - he knew that - but Jack couldn't help what he felt inside - he had the blood of a pirate pumping through his veins. "Try to over look Mr. Sparrow, Jack. He means well.. he takes care of us when he's not really obligated to. We should try and not speak of pirates around him anymore.." Olivia murmured, crawling into her own bed.

Jack sighed at the thought and turned his attention back to the small window. Somewhere out there his father was on a ship searching for treasure beyond their wildest dreams.

~

Eight years later..

"Suppers on the table Ja...ck.."

Jack looked up from his duffle quickly, sighing to himself as Olivia stood at the door of the small, unkempt room. "Sod off, love. I'm busy.." He muttered under his breath, giving her a once over before returning to the task at hand. She had blossomed into a lovely young woman - not voluptuous like the women in town with their tight corsets and large breasts but lovely none the less. Long golden brown hair fell down in curls - framing a perfect face and two sparkling sapphire eyes. He gaped at her for another moment and was back to packing his bag.

"Not hungry."

"What's the matter with you? You're always hungry.. and where are you going at this hour?"

She had crossed the room before he realized and was standing over him as he bent down onto the makeshift bed, gathering what few articles of clothes he owned - throwing them into the duffle. Another sigh escaped him, idly wondering why he had ever let this girl become so close to him. She wasn't going to understand his reasons for leaving - no matter how hard he tried to explain.

"Listen to me, Liv. I'm packing up my things here because once night falls on this vile island I'm high-jacking a ship and sailing to the ends of the world. Just like my father.."

The surprise in those big blue orbs startled him - he hadn't expected to get a look quite that heart breaking in return. "You're father was a good man - John Sparrow took you in from the cold and raised you like you were his own! He did the same for me and we owe him everything! How dare you turn your back on these people who saved your life."

The hurt in her voice killed him inside but he was a man now - a pirate - and couldn't let her see the despair in his eyes. Olivia Winslet was the only thing he knew in life - she had been everything to him for eighteen years but he couldn't take it in this town anymore - under the strict eye of John Sparrow or anything else.

He needed freedom.

"When will you return?" Olivia asked, her voice breaking and quiet with emotion. Jack was her only friend and now he was leaving her, just like her parents had left and everyone else in her life. She felt destined to be alone. "Jack?"

A long, dreaded silence passed between them.

"I'm not.. I won't be back.."

"What?!" Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends.. I.." A sob escaped her, causing Jack's hands to stop gathering his items and their eyes to meet. In all their years together he had never once seen her cry. "We were to venture together.. why are you leaving me? You said we'd be together.."

Her anger was crumbling around them - turning into deep, painful sorrow.

Jack jerked his duffle from the bed quickly and turned to Olivia, glaring at her as they stood dangerously close to one another. He couldn't bare to see the tears fall from her eyes. "I know what I said!" His voice was loud, carrying through the house - startling Mrs. Sparrow from her dinner tasks. "We just.. can't now.. pirates don't take their friends onto ships nor treasure hunts, Olivia! Especially when their only friend is a bloody woman!"

"Good riddance, Jack Sparrow.." Olivia muttered through gritted teeth. With that said she turned from the room only to have her arm grasped in haste, her frail body being spun back into the argument at hand and into Jack's arms. For two long he had tip toed around this issue - being expected to marry young like all the men in town and start a family. That wasn't him and although he loved Olivia more than anything in his existence he couldn't bring himself to follow suit like all the other slack-jawed men in Tortuga. Their eyes locked on one another - deep brown hues burning into blue orbs and the anger between them was so passionate and real it shook the very waters of the Caribbean.

"Unhand me. We haven't anything else to speak of."

Jack searched for the right words to say - the compassion to hold his tongue and the strength not to backhand this young woman into another world. Olivia's gaze never fell as she softened, letting her guard down once she heard her mother stirring in the kitchen. She didn't want to worry her and fighting with Jack wasn't what they needed to be doing right now. His strong grasp on her arm loosened but he didn't move away - never blinking as his mouth moved closer to hers.

This was wrong. Everything about this moment was wrong but he had already made her angry so why not see just how far he could push it? That was a specialty of his, after all. Once he felt her soft lips graze his own a quiet moan escaped him. She was saying something - whispering so quietly he barely heard, or cared.

"I need you, Jack.. you're all I've got left.."

Her tongue brushed against his closed mouth - causing it to open in anticipation. "I'm so sorry, Liv.." He own voice cracking with anguish as several different thoughts swarmed his head. A part of him wanted to throw her onto the small bed and have his way with her - over and over again until they both died from exhaustion. The other part just wanted her to stop crying. "..it's to dangerous in open waters - even for you and I can't risk your life that way. I want you to be safe.."

"..but Jack.."

Her voice was but a distant breath now as he remembered the night he left the only people he had ever known. He had kissed Mrs. Sparrow goodbye on the cheek as she cried with Olivia and passed John Sparrow at the docs without a word. The last words Olivia had spoke to him still hung heavy in his heart like the thick ocean air; "..but Jack.. I love you.."

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Her lips tasted of sweet honey from the rolls Mrs. Sparrow was baking; warm and inviting; he couldn’t help himself but to dip his head down and taste something so forbidden - off limits to every sailor in Tortuga. Olivia had never opened up to him this way - pressing her body against his in a sad attempt to keep him there. She was offering the only thing she had to give and he rejected her even though he wanted her more than anything her had ever wanted - more than being a pirate or all the treasure in the ocean.

Olivia pulled him closer to the bed - never breaking their kiss as he found his footing and inched her down to the mattress. He wanted her - almost - as much as he wanted Davy Jone's Chest. Jack had pulled away quickly - leaving her gasping for air as they exchanged a look - his of despair and hers of confusion. Sometimes your hearts desire wasn't always the right decision in life but he wanted that chest.

~
Ten years later..

"Captain, we be approachin' the island, orders?"

Jack kept his back to Mr. Gibbs as he wiped at his eyes, looking away from the endless black waters below the side of the Black Pearl. He coughed and cleared his throat - trying desperately to hide his emotions in the darkness of the Caribbean.

"Orders... um, do whatever it is that you.. do, Gibbs. I'll be in my chambers and I'm not to be disturbed." He muttered quickly, pushing past the half-drunk man he stumbled into the Captain's den. "Aye, Captain! You heard the orders you bunch of skally-wags! Get yourselves to the decks before I throw ye to the sharks!"

Jack closed the door quietly and sighed. It had been nearly ten years to the day that he left Tortuga yet fate had brought him back one last time. Someone on that island had information on Davy Jone's and he wasn't leaving until he got it.

~

"She's probably moved on from this place, Jack.." Gibb's assured as Jack wandered through the town slowly - idly hoping he could pop in, get his information and leave without running into a one Ms. Olivia Winslet. "I hope so, for her sake.." He wanted to see her - there was no denying that but a part of him knew she didn't feel the same way. "Let's just find the man who knows where Jone's is and get out of here.. fast." Jack muttered, walking past Gibb's and towards one of the many Tortuga bars.

TBC..