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Here's The Final Chapter!
Bridget woke up the next morning and found herself on Jack's chest as always. She looked around the room and found the lamps still lit despite the fact that the morning sun was streaming in. This made her sigh. She couldn't believe the dark scared her so much last night. She had fallen asleep with Jack and had woken up in the dark alone. But she had been on the Pearl. Jack had obviously been around, why was she so scared?
Bridget thought back to last night. She didn't want to be like that again. So she wouldn't be. She'd work through her fears. She had to. And she had Jack to help her. He was going to be there for her. Always.
Jack. Bridget didn't think it was possible but if it was, she had fallen in love with him even more last night after he told her his story. It was obvious Jack was worried she would focus on the negative parts of his tale. How he had been working for the East India Trading Company and there had been slaved on his ship. But Jack had let them go. He knew he would suffer for it and he had but he had done it anyway. Why Jack would never admit he was a good man, Bridget would never fathom. If he weren't, Bridget wouldn't be with him, wouldn't love him. And she did, more than anything. Jack's story also made Bridget think about her own. What would have happened if she and her family had been let go? Would she still be with them? Would they have gotten back to Ireland? Would Jack have ever come into her life? That was a question that always confused Bridget. If she had never been a slave, she might have never met Jack. But if she hadn't been a slave, she'd still have her family.
Jack is my family now. I couldn't live without Jack. I don't want to.
While Bridget would never be thankful of what happened to her when she was younger, she could appreciate the fact that she got Jack out of it. It might have been an awful thing but in a way, it had brought her the best luck she'd ever received. She wasn't saying that she preferred to have Jack over her family but she'd never been given the choice so why choose? Why put that burden on herself when she could be happy in the knowledge that she had Jack and that he was better than anything she could have ever hoped for? When Bridget was a maid in Port Carmen, she never, ever saw any prospects for herself, no male suitors, no marriage, no family, nothing. She figured she would while away her years in that kitchen. Now, here she was lying in bed with Captain Jack Sparrow with his arms around her.
If she was ever going to have anything in her life to make her happy, she could have never guessed in her life that she was going to get Jack Sparrow.
"Bridget, would ye ever get a move on and put down that book."
"Hilda, it's amazing." Bridget said, awestruck. "The things that can happen to people. And I don't think anyone's gone through more than Ca..."
"Yes well bad things can happen too." Hilda interrupted. "And they will to you missy if the Governor catches you slackin' off, especially today."
"I am not slacking off. I'm resting for a few minutes."
"No one said you could."
"Hilda, I was up all night helping Miss Evelyn pick out a dress for this ball. Spending even an hour with that girl is enough for anyone to sleep for ten years."
"It is but we have to get everything ready for this ball. So put the book down and start helpin' me. Me feet are achin'."
Bridget put the book down. "Okay, why don't you take a break and I'll get things ready."
Hilda sat at the table and watched Bridget. That girls head was always filled with fantasies for other people. Never herself. "Hmm, it'd be nice to be attendin' the ball instead of working at it."
Bridget smiled over at her. "Would it? I mean yes, wearing the dresses and things would be fun if not laborious but would you really want to spend hours stuck around all those people when we could be down here mocking them?"
Hilda laughed. "Those are fun times."
"And it'll be entertaining to see the Governor try to be all humble when that business associate of his gets here."
"Oh, that Savage man the Governor's been talking about. From what I've been hearing, he's going to be from the same stock as the Governor so I'd expect a lot of finger clicking and talking down to if I were you."
Bridget nodded. "I thought as much. I think I'll try to avoid him. And everyone else. The Governor has Rita and Henry in the ballroom tonight anyway, I should be able to get out of it. Hopefully."
"When has the Governor ever let you out of anything?"
"Well I'll be helping Miss Evelyn get ready so I'll just get her room very messy so I have to stay up there and clean it."
Hilda smirked. "You are a sly one."
"Well I try."
"Who knows? Maybe if you go down there, you might find that this Savage character is some dashing Prince Charming who's..."
"Been looking for some silly little servant girl? Unlikely."
"Not unlikely. Did you not just say that amazing things happen to people?"
"To pirate Captains, to people who are able to go out and find it. That's not me."
"I think given the chance, you'd find yourself in some pretty impressive situations."
"Yes, like having to run out and get some more bread. Oh, the excitement!"
"Sarcasm don't work on me missy. I'm just saying, dreaming ain't a bad thing."
"It's not. I have dreams. I'm just realistic about them not happening."
"That's incredibly sad." Hilda said disgustedly.
Bridget shrugged. "It's not sad. Do you really see me running off and having fantastic adventures?"
"I could see it."
"Oh realistically? No."
Bridget laughed. "Exactly. There has to be some semblance of opportunity there and opportunities don't just come walking through the door around here."
"My God girlie, you're twenty years old going on sixty with all your cynicism."
"I'm just saying, I don't think anything or anyone could get me out of here..."
Bridget just had to smile at the memory. She did miss Hilda. The woman could drive her crazy but she always tried to get the best out of Bridget and for Bridget.
Another memory came back to her.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Hilda asked right after Savage left the room.
"I was just...I was..." Bridget mumbled.
"I've told you time and time again Bridget, these dresses don't belong to you and if anyone catches you..."
"They're all downstairs."
"Not everyone apparently!"
"He won't tell anyone."
"You don't think he'll mention meeting the Governor's other daughter?"
Bridget cringed. "Maybe not."
"You're going to be in a lot of trouble girlie." Hilda said as she walked over and started helping Bridget out of the dress.
"I know. I wasn't expecting him to just walk in on me." Hilda noticed that even though Bridget looked worried, the thought of him put a little smile on her face. Hilda smiled.
"He was quite handsome." Hilda said. He obviously wasn't Captain Savage but he was handsome. But that's not what merchant Captains looked like; he was obviously just one of the sailors lying to Bridget. But Bridget had lied right back so who was Hilda to judge?
Bridget smiled wider. "Definitely not what I was expecting."
"You like him."
Bridget straightened up. "I don't even know him. How could I like him?"
"I see you. You've never had that smile on your face before. That's a smile that's caused by a fella."
"It is not."
"He called you pretty, didn't he?"
Bridget couldn't help it. The smile crept back onto her face. "Yes, he did."
"You'd make a cute couple." Hilda said as Bridget took off the dress and was only left in her underclothes.
"Hilda, I'll never see him again."
"How do you know that?"
"Because..." Bridget stopped talking and so did Hilda when they heard footsteps. The steps seemed to stop outside the door and Bridget froze. She didn't exactly look too innocent standing there in her underclothes in Evelyn's room. What if it was Savage again?
They heard the footsteps continue and they both let out a sigh of relief.
"Get dressed." Hilda said and Bridget did so. "Who knows? Maybe you'll see him again."
"I doubt it." Bridget said. "He thinks I'm a Governor's daughter and I'm only a servant. Who wants a servant?"
Bridget smiled. He wanted her more when he learned she was a maid. He fell in love with her and brought her away. Her life had changed so much for the better. All thanks to the man that had his arms around her. That man who began to stir at that moment.
"Morning luv." Jack smiled when she looked up at him.
"Morning. Did the lighting bother you?"
"Not at all. I've slept in much worse conditions. With a beautiful lass in me arms, I consider this the best place, light or nought."
Bridget smiled and reached up to kiss him. Jack responded, very happy that she was acting like her old self.
"So today," Bridget said when they parted. "I think we should start the sword training again."
Jack frowned. "Are you sure?"
Bridget nodded. "I want everything to go back to normal. Exactly how it was before we came to Singapore, before we went to Tia Dalma, got Barbossa, any of it. I want us to be back to normal."
Jack nodded with a small smile. "If that's what you want, that's what we'll do."
He was actually quite happy with this. She was trying to get back to normal and she was working at it. He couldn't hope for anything better.
Bridget smiled and kissed him again. She felt Jack wrap his arms around her and hold her tightly, propping her up slightly so he could better access to her lips. Bridget felt his hand grasp her thigh.
"You know luv," Jack said, his lips nearly on hers. "Sword training is a very strenuous task. One should really warm up beforehand, get the blood flowing, the energy up. I think I know just how to achieve that."
Bridget smiled and started kissing along his jaw line. Jack felt her clutch onto him and saw the bandage around her hand, making her demeanour last night come back to him.
"That is," He continued. "If you're feeling alright. If you're feeling up to it." Her body had been under a lot of stress, just as her mind had been. Jack just wanted to make sure.
Bridget looked at him. "I've realised the only thing I'm not prepared for is not being with you. Being with you? That I will more than gladly accept."
Jack smiled and kissed her again.
"Come on Bridget, where did that edge I saw with Sao Feng's men? You went from being excellent to failing again."
"I'm not failing. I won three of our fights."
"You're not winning now. Let's go again."
Bridget and Jack clashed swords again and began fighting. Bridget was actually quite grateful to Jack for not going easy on her. He was acting like he always would when teaching her because he knew that's what she wanted. No pity. Like always. Bridget smiled.
"And what are you smiling at?" Jack asked with a smirk. "You're in a fight to the death."
Bridget kept her smile. "Just thinking about luck."
Jack withdrew his sword at the mention of luck. "What about it? Are you sensing bad things now?"
Bridget laughed. "No. I was actually thinking that I'm quite lucky."
Jack frowned. "I wasn't expecting that. Lucky?"
"Well yes." Bridget put her sword back in its scabbard and walked over to him.
"I think it's safe to say..." Jack began but she stopped him.
Bridget put her arms around his neck and interrupted him. "I don't care about some silly little curse. Bad things are going to happen. But we've gotten through them before. Maybe it's time to focus on the good parts. Like us, the Pearl, our lives together. Obviously, I've been thinking about things a lot lately and I...I don't know. I look back on what we've been through so far and I can't help but feel the good stuff really outweighs the bad. So yes, why can't I consider myself lucky?"
Jack smiled at her and kissed her lightly. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you talk like this. To see you happy."
Bridget smiled widely. "With you around me, I'm always going to be happy."
Jack kissed her again. That was more like it.
"Want to go again?" Bridget asked and felt as Jack gripped her tighter, pressing her against him firmly.
"I really do."
"I meant the sword fighting Jack."
Bridget laughed. "Well how about if you beat me this time, we find our way up to the cabin?"
"You want to start betting again? I still haven't gotten me rewards from last time."
Bridget frowned. "Last time?"
"When you got sick. We made a bet you would and I found meself insufficiently awarded for being right."
"Oh, and what did you have in mind?"
Bridget felt Jack caress her waist through her shirt. She had an idea what he wanted.
"Well I have a couple of things in mind..." Jack said.
"Oh God..." Bridget laughed.
"First thing. What I want is...to know your birthday."
Bridget's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"
"You've never told me."
"Out of all the things you could have requested, you want to know my birthday?"
"Birthdays are important luv. I have a feeling you haven't celebrated one in seven years."
Bridget shook her head. "No, the servants getting older only caused concerns in case they were too old and the Governor needed a new one."
"Well, there you go. How am I supposed to treat you on your birthday when I don't know it?"
"Jack, you don't need to treat me on my birthday. It's just another day."
"It's the day when you were brought into the world. If there was ever a day ever that I would want to celebrate, it'd be that one. To be honest, I can't think of anything else to ask of you. You've given me more than anything I could have ever imagined when I was walked into that room and saw you for the first time."
Bridget smiled. "July 23rd."
Jack smiled back at her. "July 23rd. Hmmm, better than Christmas."
Bridget laughed. "You are completely crazy."
"But you still love me."
"It's one of the many, many reasons I love you."
Jack chuckled. "Second question."
"What I want is to know how you were involved in Barbossa's and Sao Feng's deal."
Bridget frowned, taken by surprise. "What?"
"I want to know what they had planned for you."
"What are you thinking?" Bridget inquired.
"Well they had torture planned for me and nothing would torture me more than losing you."
"Well you can pretty much guess. Sao Feng wanted you to suffer and he wanted to use me to do it."
"He wanted me to see you being hurt."
Jack tensed at just the images his mind could create of Bridget being hurt in front of him. "And Barbossa agreed to this?"
"You see, that's the weird thing. He didn't seem to want to but in the end, he did."
"I know why he didn't want to."
"Because if you die, I won't be around much longer."
"And he wants you to survive."
"Why is that?"
"Did I not tell you?" Bridget shook her head and Jack smirked. "Ol' Hector dies if I do. He literally can't live without me. One of the little conditions of Tia Dalma's work."
Bridget's eyebrows shot up. "So he's not a threat?"
"Not at all. But now I know that he agreed to letting Sao Feng hurt you, I'm a threat to him."
"No Jack. Everything is okay now. Don't. For me." Jack looked at her and nodded and Bridget smiled. "So Barbossa needing you alive makes it much easier for you to keep the Pearl. Not that he was ever going to get if off of you. You're too good."
"Oh but you do know how to soothe my ego."
"Well when it's one as big as yours, it's hard to miss." Bridget smirked.
"Oh, you little minx. You should get punished for mocking the Captain."
Bridget gave him her best puppy dog look. "Oh? And what do you want to do with me?"
"Many, many things."
"Well, we have all the time in the world Captain Sparrow."
Jack's lips got closer to hers. "Oh, I do love it when you call me Captain which comes to my third and final request."
"Tell me who you belong to."
Bridget chuckled. "A fearsome pirate Captain."
"Care to specify?" Jack smirked.
"You, Jack. Captain Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl, Pirate Lord of the Caribbean Sea and owner of a little Irish maid's heart."
"Former maid, current lover of the best pirate to sail the seas. Anywhere. Told you I'm lucky."
"You really are a minx." Jack said before he pressed his lips against hers. "Say it."
"I love you." Bridget said and Jack kissed her. He parted from her slightly. "I love you." She repeated and Jack kissed her again. "I love you." She said and Jack kissed her deeply, not parting from the kiss this time.
So Captain, where to?" Gibbs asked as they sailed off, Jack finally at the wheel of the Pearl after so long.
"Port Carmen." Jack answered immediately.
"Port Carmen? What be there that has you not thinking twice?"
Jack wasn't even ashamed. "The most beautiful woman in the world."
Gibbs looked at him, surprised. "You're going there for a lass?"
"Aye, I promised her I'd come for her when I got the Pearl and now I do so that's where we're going."
Gibbs looked at him suspiciously. "Does she have something you want?"
"Jack Sparrow sweet on a lass." Gibbs chuckled. "That was not what I was expecting. What's her name?"
"Bridget. When you see her, you'll know exactly what I'm on about."
"Oh you would go for nothing less than a stunner."
"It ain't just her looks though you would look at her twice. A third time. A fourth." Jack said confidently.
"So you're bringing another lass on the Pearl? Really?"
"She ain't bad luck Gibbs. We're going to Port Carmen and not leaving till she's on me ship."
Gibbs chuckled. He mightn't realise it yet but it was obvious to see that Jack Sparrow was a man in love.
Well that was definitely not what Gibbs was expecting.
Jack came back from the memory and looked down at Bridget smiling up at him. The most beautiful woman in the world.
She really is.
"Alright luv, one more round on the swords and then back up to the cabin."
Bridget laughed and took her hands away from around his neck. She took out his sword. "Still want to make things interesting?"
"You mean skip the swordfight and just go straight up to the cabin?"
"Oh no, we're sword fighting."
"Let's make it worth our while then..."
"Well..." Bridget panted. "That was definitely worthwhile."
Jack chuckled as he felt her lie on his bare chest while his arms were bent, his hands resting behind his head. "Told you we should have come up here sooner."
"You're only saying that because I won the swordfight."
"I'm saying it because I think it's always going to be worthwhile to get you into bed."
Bridget laughed and propped herself up on her hands so she could look down at him. "Oh but you do know how to soothe my ego."
Jack took his hands from behind his head and grazed them up and down her arms that were at either side of him. "I know what I'm doing. You're as prideful as I am."
Bridget leant down and kissed him. "Hmmm, I wonder what I should ask for out of my bet."
"As if you needed a bet to get anything out of me."
Bridget smiled before she looked at the window to see the sun setting. She got up and wrapped the sheet around herself and Jack saw her lighting the lamps and candles. He sighed. She had been so good all day but he supposed if this was all that she was going to have to deal with, that was a very good thing. A fear of the dark wasn't something that was going to damage her day to day.
Bridget walked back over to the bed and saw Jack's look. She sagged. "I'm trying. It's just the dark."
"I know you are." Jack said assuredly. "You're doing more than a lot of people could."
Bridget smiled but it was a tad melancholy for Jack's liking. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against him as he sat up. "Now, what do you want out of your victory?"
Bridget snuggled into him. "I have something."
"I want to know what your compass does."
Jack frowned. "I thought I told you."
"No. I just know it doesn't point north."
"Oh well, that's an easy one." Jack reached for his compass and wrapped his arms around either side of her so he was holding the compass in front of her. He opened it and they both watched as the arrow spun around before landing on Bridget.
"What does that mean?" Bridget asked.
Jack smiled and he kissed the side of her head. "Well luv, let me explain..."