My AU version of Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean!
Though he intended to only briefly suffer the undead curse to defeat Barbossa in combat, fate's plans did not align with his, deciding to punish Jack for his years of trickery, leaving both Jack and Barbossa with partially-cursed forms (but freeing the crew of the Black Pearl). Trying to figure out what caused the curse to linger, Jack discarded and replaced a lot of accessories and trinkets he had gathered over the years, suspecting one of them was cursed - alas, nothing worked, the skeletal emptiness of his chest remained.
Despite finding his new form quite fascinating, especially adoring the way his eyes now glow like the sun, Jack yearns to return to his old self, and after the events of "At World's End" he teams up with Hector Barbossa to find a way to lift the curse, sailing the Black Pearl around the world in search of anyone orΒ anything which can help them.
(Taking part in ArtFight? He's one of my characters on there!)
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Especially a-hole move from Jack because not only is he taking Barbossa's apples (that he already can't have) but he's specifically picking out the green ones that Barbossa explicitly favors
ππππππππ After an attack on the Black Pearl leaves you seeking refuge on another ship, you become distraught at the lack of knowledge on the whereabouts of your husband, Jack, and the fear for the safety of your baby
ππππππππ mentions of attacks, angst, stillbirth. This may be triggering to some audiences, read at your own discretion.
πππππππ Jack Sparrow x f! reader
You went overboard when the canons hit, you struggled against the waves, but you tried to break through the surface of the water. You wanted to go back, find Jack, but you knew you couldn't keep swimming forever, you needed to get to safety, whether that was land or another ship if you and your baby were going to survive.
You swam for what felt like hours, until another ship found you. "Captain, I think we found another one!" One of the crew members called, while a few others pulled you to safety. "She's with child!"
You were cold, tired, sore, worried for your baby and not knowing if Jack was even alive. You just began to weep. The crew members of the ship led you below deck, and you were relieved to see some of the crew from the Black Pearl, but no signs of Jack. You were given a small, more private room - given the fact you were a woman and pregnant. And hysterical but that was besides the point.
You kept crying out for your husband, for Jack. One of the crew members from the rescue ship, a young man, promised that, if they found Jack, they'd bring him straight to you.
Your worry only grows, and your sobs don't stop, when maybe 15 minutes later, still nobody knows where Jack is. By this point, you've been given fresh, dry clothes to change into, and some water. You change into the simple white shirt and trousers, drinking the water before trying to dry your tears. You go on deck again, despite the protests from both crews.
"Please, I need to find my husband." You begged, and who were they to say no? A pregnant, potential widow looking for her lost husband.
It takes an effort but 25 minutes later, Jack is spotted floating along the waves on a plank of wood. "Jack? Jack!!" You call out, rushing towards his direction on the ship. That same crew member from earlier keeps you from jumping in the water to rescue Jack. But much like you before, Jack is recovered onto the ship, and you're immediately jumping into his arms. He's laying down but he pulls you close, letting your legs hang over his body (imagine that scene in tangled where Flynn is holding Rapunzel).
"Oh love.. Are you okay? Is the wee one okay?" He immediately asks. He's uncharacteristically soft with you, only you. You're his wife, how could he not be?
You nod, everything's okay now that you have him again.
He gets the same treatment, clothes, water, and he gets to rest in the room with you.
You have hope again, and although you're confused about what was going to happen now, you had your husband and you had your baby.
But that night, you started having pains, as if you were going into labor. But that wasn't right, you were only 5 months pregnant. That couldn't be right.
They brought you back above deck (Well, Jack did, as he knew you'd want to be under the stars in the circumstance of your birth.) The crew of the ship let you two be, knowing not to interrupt such a moment.
You were terrified, but Jack just held your hand and kept giving you reassurances as he slipped your trousers off. You pushed and pushed, squeezing his hand, until eventually he could see the head. "Come on, you're doing great, love. Keep pushin' for me." He encouraged, seeing the tears slip down your cheeks. You gave one final big push before he could pull the baby out.
But instead of hearing the cries of your infant, there was silence, deafening silence. "My baby... Why aren't they crying?? Jack..? You began to get distraught again, weary.
He looked distant, speechless for once in his life. For once, he did not have a witty remark to make, the heavy, dark truth of the situation weighing over him.
Your baby was gone. You knew it in that moment when you saw the guilty expression on his face. "Oh my god.." You painfully choked out, your hand coming to cover your mouth as fresh tears slipped down your face, now from sadness and grief rather than physical pain.
He immediately cut the cord, then called for Gibbs, whispering something that you didn't hear to him, handing him your dead child. "No.. No!" You cried, but Jack quickly shushed you.
"I know, I know, I know. It's okay. I'm right here, we'll be okay. You still have me." He whispered, his own eyes getting teary. Jack never cried, but how could he not cry at this situation? At the loss of your child? Gibbs quickly walked away, and you didn't even want to think about what would happen to the body of what was supposed to be your child.
"Jack.. Hold me. Please Jackie." You cried.
And he did. He held you, cried with you. He cleaned you up, helped you birth the placenta. Gibbs helped here and there, more with getting rid of the placenta, the cloth Jack used to clean you up. He couldn't leave your side for one second as he put your trousers back on, carrying you back to the bed.
It didn't take long for everyone to understand what happened, giving the fact there was a lack of a baby bump on you, but no chubby baby in your arms.
