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JOHNNY DEPP IS INNOCENT

Short and sweet. No warnings really. Set around Pale emperor/heaven upside down. Enjoy :)

It was late. So late that it was almost early. He should be in bed, with you, but his stupid brain wouldn't give him peace until he finished this damn song. The cat who had been asleep on his lap got up, stretched and then wandered off. Now he was truly alone with his thoughts. Great. The mannequin in the corner felt like it was judging him even though it lacked a head. He growled in its direction, what a rude house guest.

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, unable to sleep in a big empty bed knowing your lover was so close. Music was playing quietly from your phone, just loud enough to keep you awake but not to disturb his artistic process. You had grabbed a few snacks and was just about to make a cup of coffee when your lovely cat brushed against your ankles. You smiled softly at the gentle purring and picked them up, you quietly sang along to "The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles" your words being muffled by the cats fur.

He had heard noise coming from the kitchen. In the past he would've been furious at the interruption but as he stalked into the room and was met with the sight of you, he couldn't even imagine being upset. You cradled the cat in your arms, face almost buried in its fur as you sang along to his song. He suddenly felt hours of exhaustion fall on top of him and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed. With you.

Basically a rewrite of the dinner scene in Potc 1 that includes reader. Might do a part 2 if anyone's interested

You were sitting quietly in your father's quarters with all the food you could dream of lying in front of you, yet you weren't hungry. You gaze was fixed on the ocean outside the window, you weren't looking at anything in particular, you were just thinking. You were thinking about who you always thought about when left alone, Jack Sparrow. He was probably dead, rotting away on that godforsaken piece of land your father left him on, you would neverforgive him for that. Jack at least deserved a grave. You had a dream one night that Jack was on the ship with you, holding you just like he used to. You woke up that morning sobbing.

"What's worrying you darlin?" Barbossa asked. You hadn't even noticed him sitting down. You blinked and sat back in your chair, fighting the urge to glare at him.

"You know exactly what's worrying me, father" You snarled. Both of you had argued for hours over that bloody mutiny, before and after he'd done it. He was furious when he found you asleep in Jacks bed that night.

He was silent for a second and you braced yourself for an onslaught of excuses and reasonings. However he only sighed, shaking his head in defeat.

"The girl is joining us for dinner tonight" He muttered. Oh right, the Turner girl. Bootstrap Bill's only child. The cure for the curse who even came with the last piece of gold they needed.

"I've given her one of your dresses. One of the ones you never wear"

"One of them ones you got me? Good riddance"

At that moment, the girl was pushed into the space. She looked nervous, eyes darting around, only lingering on the food. She had every right to be scared. Kidnapped from her home in the dead of night by pirates. Poor girl. Your father told her to sit at the top of the table so she was flanked by both you and him. You lazily picked at the food on your plate, you only really ate out of necessity nowadays. You did put on a better show than the captain who watched the girl eat intently, no doubt wishing he could taste like she could. The girl - Elizabeth you think her name was - delicately used her cutlery to cut herself tiny pieces.

"No need for formalities here Miss. You must be hungry" He offered. She studied him for a moment before digging into the feast before her like a man starved. She was a man starved.

He offered her a piece of bread which she snatched off him in a hurry. He glanced at you across the table, catching your eye just as you took a bite of a bright red apple. You only raised an eyebrow in response.

He then offered her wine which she also took without question.

When he offered her an apple, something clicked in her pretty little head.

"It's poison" She whispered, horror crossing her face. You almost wanted to chuckle at her naivety.

"There's no use killing you now, Miss Turner" He replied. Jack the monkey jumped onto your shoulder, the little bugger made you jump slightly. You gave him a quick scratch under the chin then he jumped away.

Your father began to explain the gold and the curse to Elizabeth. You watched her closely, she seemed hooked on his every word. Like a child listening to a story from their father just back from a trip, you used to love your fathers stories. As he began to walk around, she slipped a knife under her napkin. You smirked, would be quite clever. If only she was paying attention.

She tried to run, he chased her. She plunged a knife into his chest, he pulled it right back out. You admired her resolve, desperation is one hell of a motivator. She tried to make a run for the deck and you rolled your eyes. Here comes the horror show. You heard her screaming as Barbossa watched from the door, a bottle of wine in his hand. You turned to look out the window again, absently biting at your apple every so often. This should be over soon. Everything should be over soon.

"You best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner. You're in one"

If you rolled your eyes any harder they would fall out of your skull.

Elizabeth burst back into the room, eyes wide and panting heavily. You picked up a goblet of wine and walked over to offer it to her. She flinched as you approached her.

"I'm not going to hurt ya." You assured "Here, drink it. For the nerves."

She hesitantly took the wine from you and sipped at it, watching you intently over the rim. You sighed and held your hand out to help her up. A beam of moonlight hit your skin and her eyes widened.

"You're... You're not like them"

"No Miss Turner. I am burdened with a different curse"

She took your hand and stood up. You gestured to the table and you both sat down again. The food wasn't as good as it was when it was first served but you picked at it anyway. Elizabeth was still shaking while she sipped at her wine. Silence fell for a few minutes.

"How?" She asked. You looked at her as a prompt to go on "How are you not cursed?"

"They wouldn't let me near that bloody gold. Said I was hysterical. I'd like to see them go through everything I did and come out sane. I never even seen the cove they keep it in." You explained

"So why are you even on the ship?" She questioned, confusion covered her face "You could leave"

"Captain Barbossa is my father, Miss Turner"

She looked shocked then she seemed to understand. She took another sip of wine, a longer one this time. You decided it was time for some questions of your own.

"Do you have a father Miss Turner?"

"Yes. He cares very deeply for me, I'm sure he's terribly worried." She nodded. You knew it. She didn't look a thing like Bootstrap. You sat back in your chair and drummed your fingers against the arm of it. Silence fell over you both once again.

"What's your curse?"

"Hmm?"

"You said you were burdened with a different curse, what is it?"

"Love. Love is my curse." You sighed. Her brow furrowed together in confusion.

"Love is joyous is it not? However could it be a curse?" She questioned. You chuckled humourlessly and finished your wine in one gulp.