#janebeckett

[meldoesart16]

Beckett meeting Jane again after years had passed(just my silly imagination)

Maybe they will have a nice cup of tea and have a long conversation, talking about what happened during the distance.

[killmebutneverinsultme]

No longer did he have to cow to another man’s whims. Captain Jack Sparrow was free at last, with a ship to truly call his own, his hat reclaimed and upon his head, his name cleared with Shipwreck Cove, and broken from the Company. With the finishing touches to his Black Pearl’s paintwork done and his new crew signed on, Jack decided to enjoy one last night in Tortuga before her first proper voyage.

As he sat with his drink in the Faithful Bride, his eyes a-wandering in search of a lass to spend time with, he saw her. Jack almost choked on his rum. Jane. She was not dressed in her once finery but it had to be her, the scar unmistakeable. He had thought her lost to him, confined to a life he could no longer touch, barred by her detestable brother. Yet, there she was, as clear as day.

He almost didn’t go to her for how could she want him now that he was no longer the merchant man she had thought? But neither was she being a lady here. Jack downed his tankard and abandoned it, stealing across the tavern floor so that he could appear beside her, a man she had surely believed dead.

“They say there’s a new captain in town with a formidable black ship,” he said. “You haven’t met him, have you?”

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[trickstercaptain-archive]

@janebeckett.

      In hindsight, it may well have been a good idea to check if there were any residents in the house before BARGING in -- but, as Jack resolved, when one was being pursued by a dozen redcoats in the middle of Port Royal, one didn’t have the luxury of such things. And so, when he saw an open door that might provide a decent hiding place until these soldiers got off his back, he took the opportunity presented to him.

      It would only be temporary, he was sure. As long as he could get to the docks, then he’d be fine.

      Closing the door behind him, he debated where would be BEST to hide -- whether he ought to head upstairs or see if there was some sort of balcony or back door he could escape through in his ultimate goal of reaching the ocean. However, before he reached the stairs, footsteps quickly caught his attention, and he whirled around to greet them. His hand moved to slowly draw the pistol from his belt -- only to stop at the last minute when he saw petticoats in place of a red uniform.

      ‟ ------- oh. ” He did a DOUBLE-TAKE, then, eyes coming to rest on a face he’d once been fairly well-acquainted with, in a life that felt more and more distant by the day. As he recognised her, his attention turned to the rest of the room, dreading the potential appearance of another face -- one who he was sure would not be glad to see him alive and well after supposedly SINKING with the Wicked Wench. ‟ ----- What are you doing here? ”

[itslordnow]

“i don’t like that look, what happened?” ( janebeckett )

Cutler would have to fix this problem by finding that bookseller. "This book I purchased is missing a page, how incredibly inconvenient."

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[itslordnow]

❛  you’ll  stand  by  my  side  no  matter  what ,  right ?  ❜ ( janebeckett )

"Without question," Cutler answers in return with a nod. "I will always stand by your side, Jane. I promise you that."

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[itslordnow]

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His men were quite adamant in the desire to have a night on shore, and it was something the Captain felt as well. He knew most of his men would find their way back to the ship eventually, but he knew their path was directly to find a drink. While the men went by him, he took his time finding what he was going to wear ashore before he left the ship. 

He looked to the side on his way to the tavern, seeing something out the corner of his eye that caught his attention. It appeared to be a merchant. He was always interested in browsing in case he discovered something intriguing. However, when he saw who was running it, it immediately made him pause. A look of shock crossed his features. 

“I --- .. J- ... Jane?!”

[itslordnow]

❛  you’re  leaving ?  ❜ ( janebeckett )

"Not for very long, I promise you that," Cutler added. "I am merely going down to the docks to look at a ship that recently arrived. It should not take long. Do you want me to get you anything while I am out?"

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UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS  /   accepting !

@janebeckett​   said:     ❝  please,  don’t be cruel.  i love you.  like really love you.  so if i’m just some passing curiosity for you…don’t.  don’t say anything at all. ❞

HAND TRACED SO,  SO GENTLY  AT THE YOUNG LADY’S CHEEK,   a sea-wearied thumb wiping away the moisture  that threatened  to fall.  it tore  at her heart  to see her ache so,  when she knew  PERFECTLY WELL  that she was the cause of it  ––  and that she would hurt  still more  when she discovered  that the pirate queen’s aims  had been all along but to use her.    You ought to tell her the truth.  Would  that  not satisfy you,  to leave her broken-hearted,  rather than  DEBAUCHED ?   It is not fair to her to torment her so,   she’s done nothing to you.   but  she was not quite so certain  that   WAS  the truth,  still,  as  she gazed  at her with warm brown  eyes  that  softened  at her grief.   perhaps  once  she was nothing,   the play of her  affections  just  a  GAME,   but  now  ...   now there was  something  more  stirred  in a  SHIELDED HEART.   (  much as she was loath to admit it.  a  BECKETT.  she’d fallen for a Beckett.  )  but there was nothing to be done.  the ivy  had bloomed.

❝    mi querida,    that is not true.    ❞

she wanted nothing  more than to pull her in close,  to  KISS HER  and make her  forget  that she had  ever wondered at her faith  (  for there was nothing quite like the taste of a  tongue  to brush aside  the concern of  INTENTIONS.  )   but some part of her  knew  this  was too  serious to be kissed  away  –––   she had discovered something,  or been told  something,   and simple  SEDUCTION  would only  drive her further  away.   but Esmeralda could not stand it.   she wanted to  see her blushing,   LAUGHING  with sheer  delight,   afield only in the  hours of happiness.   not caught in this sea of suspicion and grief.    It’s that brother of yours,  isn’t it ?  he’s spoiled everything.  God damn him.  

❝     what has brought on this  doubt ?    ❞