Captain Jack Sparrow 5 Novels & Stories

"There are... five of them." ***

I picked it up and scanned through the message. ‘MS BECKETT: Monica said you left? Where to? Me: An important meeting. MS BECKETT: Don't lie to me, Captain. Come back now. Me: Can't… besides, aren't you supposed to be sleeping? MS BECKETT: I should be, but right now I'm on a flight to Jersey. Me: What? Turn around. MS BECKETT: No. See you soon, babe.’

Which had two sail-boats racing, one had a five-digit number on its sail. She types the number into the safe’s keypad and it unlocks. She rummages through the notebooks and pulls some out, she looks for her mother’s journal but it isn't there, she wonders where it had got to as she had it with her when she’d arrived in England. Had Richard taken it that first day? She shakes herself and turns back to Fi,

I did not care. My gaze cut straight to the dance floor. There he was. Evan Ryder. Our captain. Smiling that perfect charming smile while he spun Clara around. Her red dress flared out as they moved together. His hand sat low on her back. Too low. She laughed at something he said and tilted her head close to his. My fists clenched at my sides.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He wasn't looking at me, but there was a faint, ugly smirk on his face that hadn't been there ten minutes ago. He had seen the note. Or maybe he’d seen the person who put it there. I shoved the shard into my pocket, my skin crawling. I needed to get out of here. I needed to be alone. I hurried to the parking lot, my head down, ignoring the few fans waiting by the gates. I climbed into my car and locked the doors, leaning my head against the steering wheel. My phone buzzed in the cup holder. Unknown Number: Meet me at the old pier in thirty minutes. Don't be late, Captain.

It was a mockery. Every time he proudly told others we were in an older woman–younger man relationship, underneath that pride was nothing but disgust. When he swore he’d take care of me, that I’d never need to touch my dad’s money, it wasn’t love. He was just afraid I’d compete with Dawn. What a ridiculous five years it had been. Next year, I’d be thirty, and my entire twenties would end in lies and betrayal. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled faintly. A fine line had appeared at the corner of my eye. As I lifted my hand and touched my reflection, the line seemed to disappear for a moment.

He bit his lip, as if holding back something. "I made a huge mistake leaving you. I thought I only loved Lena, only loved the heart that was in your body. But I was wrong. I love you. I have fallen in love with you. You are the one I love, not Lena's heart. Please, come back to me." My breath caught. The words I had once longed to hear now felt like a wound that had been reopened. I stared at him sharply. "Five years ago, I was merely a shadow of your past. What makes you think I would come back?"

Is he shy? "I will help you steal a ship—I will do the whole Captain Jack Sparrow parade with you, but I want something in return." My heart is pounding. "And what is that?" "I want to be a crew member too," Hayden gives me this shy yet wicked smile. He appears both frightening and cute. "If your crew members don't listen to you, you can make them walk the plank—I wouldn't say no to the extra proteins."

I exclaimed and he wailed dramatically. "Jack, what are you saying? I'm your one and only Rose. Your rose. Just yours and who's this Travis? Is that chick is better than me?" Travis huffed and I just wanted to slap my face with a shoe right now. What's going on here? "Captain, captain of the ship please save jack." Travis yelled but I heard a dull deep voice replied back.