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The compass that never points north, well, except if the thing you want most lays somewhere north of you.
Jack had used it all the time ever since he received it, from where he got it he couldn’t remember but to him it didn’t matter, point was that he had it and that he had the advantage of everyone thinking he was as idiotic as to carry a broken compass with him all the time. And thus, no one suspecting what its actual purpose was.
He could always trust it since he trusted himself well enough but when he wanted to set sail for yet another adventure he was left utterly confused.
“Where are we headed this time Captain?”
Gibbs came up behind him and pat his shoulder while also looking at the compass in his Captains’ hand.
“West” Jack stated. “No- north west- no, west”
He and Gibbs watched as the needle spun around a few times and when it seemed like it stopped, it immediately began moving again.
Gibbs slowly turned his head to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
Jack shook the compass a few times and then looked at it again. The needle was pointing north west and it didn’t seem to plan on moving around much more.
Satisfied with himself he ordered Gibbs to take over the ship and sail into said direction and then made his way under deck to get another bottle of rum before he would just relax and stare off onto the horizon. He didn’t know when that habit started but he didn’t really care about it either way. He enjoyed it and that was the only thing that mattered.
After he made his way back up again he slandered over to you with his signature walk. You were sitting on the railing of the ship, watching the calm seas and how they moved under the setting sun.
You looked over at Jack when you heard how he opened the bottle of alcohol and watched him resting his arms on the railing after taking a sip.
“Where are we headed today Captain?” You asked, smiling at him.
You had always liked Jack. He wasn’t some asshole Captain who only ordered his crew around and he certainly wasn’t some stuck up douche either. He just simply was Captain Jack Sparrow. He looked out for his crew and clearly cares very deeply for each and every one of them, even when it doesn’t seem like it on the surface.
And sometimes, at moments like this when it was just you two in one place, enjoying each others company you could feel your heart skip a beat. Every smirk he showed you and every word he spoke suddenly sounded so..different to your ears. It seemed like time stopped for a moment whenever he laughed at one of your jokes and sometimes you thought you felt him looking at you when your gaze was focused on the horizon. Though that might just be wishful thinking.
“The thing I want most- obviously” he said and took another sip. He pulled out his compass and flipped it open.
“Somewhere in the north wes- no wait.”
You leaned over to look at whatever it was that he was so irritated about. His compass was spinning around for a while until it settled on something that must’ve been directly behind you.
“GIBBS! CHANGE THE COURS!” Jack shouted towards Gibbs who now awoke with a silent: “who is there?!?” After falling asleep on the steering wheel.
“Aye aye captn” he then murmured and promptly his head fell down again.
Jack returned his attention to you and the horizon before him.
“Any idea on what might be at our destination.”
“No idea.”
He shrugged and took yet another sip.
“Here.”
He threw it over to you and you just managed to catch it since you were taken by surprise.
“Where does it point for you?” Both of you looked down onto the needle that kept spinning for a while and then settled down, pointing towatds Jack who took a step to the side and looked back, eyebrows furrowed.
You felt your face heating up, the needle had followed where he moved. You turned the compass around several times but the needle kept it‘s focus on the pirate before you.
“Uh, I dunno- doesn’t work I guess?” You gave it back frantically and gazed back at the sea, hoping he didn’t notice what was going on.
Luckily he only shrugged and rested his arms on the railing once again.
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After he had drowned his bottle of rum and the sun had set you both still stood there and talked with each other. It was only when Ragetti and Pintel had called out for you to help them with their work that Jack looked at his compass again and noticed something that irritated him once again.
He watched where the needle was pointing and as you walked away it followed you and you only. He moved the compass, stepped from side to side even but it kept pointing at you.
“This damn thing” he muttered under his breath and made his way into his cabin to think about what just happened.
As he arrived he sat down at this desk and started turning one of the coins that was laying on it in his hand.
He liked you, that was for certain but it wasn’t like you were the thing he wanted most in all the seven seas..or at least that‘s what he wanted to believe. Jack thought back to the first time he and you met: you were one of the people that Gibbs had found for Jacks’ crew. At first you had been quite shy, didn’t speak when no one directly asked you something and you never dared to look him in the eye whenever he talked to you or well- ever. He guessed that is was what made him curious about you. Being the crew of a pirate lord and being this reserved just didn’t sit right with him and then, one evening when he couldn’t sleep and felt likehe was drowning in his own thoughts once again he saw you. Sitting on the railing like you did just then, staring out at the horizon and the moon above you. He remembered how you flinched when you noticed that he stepped beside you and then, you were the one to speak first. It was probably the atmosphere of the dark that made you braver than usually, he thought. You had just said something simple: “can’t sleep either huh?” But ever since then this memory was engraved in his head and he still remembered the feeling it gave him when you talked to him for the first time.
He remembered that feeling because ever since that moment, the feeling returned daily.
Jack threw the coin back onto his desk and groaned.
He had many ‘romantic’ partners before but those were all a one time thing; nothing serious. So why? The truth was, he thought about you and him a lot. But everytime he thought of you as a 'one time thing’ his heart got heavy and at first he didn’t think that it had meant something.
And at that moment it hit him though he would’ve never dared to say it outloud: he was in love.
He hated it- Captain Jack Sparrow the fearsome pirate that was not even stopped by the end of the world couldn’t just fall in love- or could he?
Jack knew that at some point he‘d have to tell you. Mainly because if he didn’t they would keep sailing over the sea with the anticipation of a treasure, that didn’t even exist.
But would you feel the same? He honestly couldn’t think of a single reason that would make you think of him as anything more than your Captain or friend and worst of all: what if the others found out? His reputation would be crushed, he‘d be known as the lovestruck pirate lord Captain Jack Sparrow who foolishly fell in love with one of his own crewmates.
He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. Now if he really thought about it, his reputation was bad anyways so why not go for it?
The only question was how..he didn’t just want to go over to you and plainly admit his feelings, that wouldn’t be like him at all.
He would have to make it subtle so that he could find out your thoughts on him first and if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, he would just back off and drink himself into unconciousness.
One thing he knew for sure though, he really, really wanted you to feel the same.
A/N: Sooo this one is actually not that bad! I really wanna write a second part to this so gimme some ideas at what Jack should do :D
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
Summary: After you hide an injury from Jack you suddenly get to see an entirely new side of him.
Warnings: Bleeding wound / alcohol / Bad writing!
A/N: I got super into Pirates of the Caribbean after not having watched it for years and I just had to write something with Jack. Lemme know if i should write more with him and please gimme ideas, I’m literally not creative right now lol. (Also I’m trying to keep my reader gender neutral when it isn’t important for the story or the situation)
This certainly hasn’t been your first fight and also it wasn’t your first ever wound for sure. When you were sailing with pirates, those things were bound to happen and there was no one who would argue otherwise but this time, this time it was different.
You and the crew of the Black Pearl along with the Captain, Jack Sparrow were currently on Tortuga, celebrating your victory over another fight and the fact that you claimed that none of the crew was left with a single wound- except for you.
Normally you would’ve told them or someone would’ve noticed eventually but this time, you had hid it. To put it simply: it was embarrassing that you were the only one who got injured and on top of that, everyone had such fun and you didn’t dare to disturb the celebrations, afraid it would put them in a bad mood.
At first you were having fun too because of the adrenaline shooting through your body and letting you forget about the stinging pain but after some time had passed you realized just how deep the cut must’ve actually been and how it kept on bleeding. Frantically you had put a bandage around your arm so that no one would be able to see your soaked sleeve but now, as you were sitting at one of the tables with the others in the tavern, you felt how the bandages slowly started to get soaked and it made you even more anxious than having a wound in the first place.
As you looked around you sighed with relief, nobody seemed to notice as they were all happily chatting away and downing one bottle of rum after the other.
And there it was again, the stinging sensation which made you grit your teeth and let out a quiet hiss. You shut your eyes hoping the wave of pain would just wash over.
“You alright there?”
Your head snapped up and met the eyes of Jack who was watching you with a confused look on his face.
Not trusting your voice you just nodded and forced a small smile to appear on your lips as you gripped your arm, pressing your thumb on the wound in a weak attempt to ease the pain. Though that action only made you realize how much you were actually bleeding, the bandages were definitely soaked.
“Are ya sure you’re alright?”
You didn’t dare to look at him. The fear of giving yourself away was too strong especially because the confused expression on Jacks’ face was now replaced by a concerned one.
“Also got a voice to speak with?”
Sighing, you quickly looked at him and then away again.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw him raising his eyebrow ever so slightly and then he stood up.
“C‘mon, I wanna talk to ya”
Knowing he was talking to you and that there was most likely no way out of it, you glanced at him for a second and then followed him outside after he excused you and himself from the others.
It was cold outside and a few drops of rain were falling from the dark sky as you silently walked close behind Jack who you then realized, was heading straight to the Black Pearl.
Had he noticed what happened to your arm? Was he angry with you? But then again, you didn’t have the feeling of being this important to him that he would actually be concerned about you not telling him about a wound.
Your mind was racing. Was it something else you‘d done? You thought back to te past days and weeks, trying to find anything you‘d done that might have upset him.
As you were lost in your mind you only now realized that you were already on board of the ship and that Jack was now holding the door to his cabin, waiting for you to step in.
You just nodded quickly and stepped in. This meant trouble for sure. Why else would he let you into his personal space like that?
Now that you knew where you were, you started to look around. Right next to the door there was a bed which looked far more comfortable than the hammocks in which you and the others slept in. In the middle was a huge desk with several maps spread out all over it with small pins in it that marked important points.
Just as you were about to examine what was in the shelfs, he suddenly started speaking:
“You‘re acting weird and that prevents me from drinking until I pass out because I‘m too busy being concerned so tell what is going on.”
His words were slurred together a bit, either because he already was a bit tipsy or because he sometimes talks like this and just gives off the expression that he is drunk. Though you couldn’t quite rule out the possibility that he was always drunk anyway.
“Nothing is wrong I just- I don’t know I‘m not really feeling like celebrating at the moment.”
You said with a small apologetic smile.
Jack looked at you even more concerned now.
“You haven‘t said a single word since we arrived, I know you don’t talk much but I‘m not stupid you know?”
“No really I just-” but your sentence was interrupted by another stinging sensation. You immediately grabbed your arm and again pressed your thumb onto the wound. It had stopped bleeding now but the soaked bandages wouldn’t hold off dirt coming into the wound and at that moment you knew that it was no use lying anymore.
Jack quickly made a step towards you, grabbed your arm firmly and examined it with something you could call a shocked look plastered all over his face.
“Don’t worry, it‘s nothing serious.” You quietly laughed though it fell on deaf ears and then you saw him looking at you and you could have sworn that you never felt worse in your life than at this exact moment. He looked sad and almost..betrayed.
“Can I?”
You didn’t even know what he meant but you just nodded, feeling bad enough about hiding away already.
Slowly and carefully he unwrapped the bandage. His eyebrows tightly knitted together as he saw the blood smeared all over your arm. You yourself had to look away. Was it really this bad?
“Sit down.“
He vaguely gestured to his bed and turned around to grab a bottle of rum and some tissues from one of the many shelves and then walked over to you again, sitting down right beside you.
He carefully grabbed your arm again.
"This might hurt a bit.”
Oh it definitely did. You hissed and bit your lower lip as he poured a bit of the liquid onto your arm and then quickly dried it off with the tissue again.
At least it didn’t look as brutal anymore as it did before.
“When did that happen?” He asked as he got up and walked towards his desk and seemed to search for something within the cupboards of it.
“When we got attacked.” You mumbled looking down into you lap.
“That was hours ago! Why didn’t you say anything?”
You flinched when he raised his voice though you still kept your head down.
You felt how the matress sunk down again next to you, letting you know that he was right back where he was before.
Once more he held you arm with his hands and wrapped a fresh bandage around it with the most care that you had ever seen him do..well- literally anything.
“I didn’t wanna ruin the fun for everyone.“ you muttered silently.
Jack only huffed in response.
Something about this situation made your heart beat speed up. The proximity between you and him was so strange and yet comfortable.
He was so close to you that you could hear his surprisingly soft breathing and every sound of movement one of you two made.
"Don’t ever do that again.”
“What? Getting hurt?”
He chuckled lightly.
“Not telling me when you do.”
Feeling your face heat up upon hearing those words paired with his characteristic laughter you looked away, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“Can I ask you something?”
He hummed in response.
“Why do you- why are you doing this right now?”
Jack was already finished with the bandages but he still held your arm and now you saw him shooting you a look of confusion.
“I didn’t think you‘d care that much to personally..you know..”
‘Patch me up’? You didn’t understand why saying it out loud was so embarrassing so you just kep looking away.
You felt him tensing up beside you. Jack was never someone who was able to express feelings and emotions verbally and this seemed to be one of the moments where he desperately tried to search for an answer he could give you.
“You‘re-”
He stopped, his voice getting quieter and he sighed.
Building up the courage to look up at him, you thought that maybe on his face was a clue of what he wanted to tell you but now he was the one looking away. You saw how his facial expression kept on chaging ever so slightly while he opened his mouth but then immediately closed it again.
“It‘s okay you don’t have to-”
“You‘re important to me.”
His eyes locked with yours as his head snapped back up.
Once again, your face heated up and you could only manage a small smile which he promptly returned.
You looked down at your arm which was still gently being held by him.
“Thank you, Jack.”
“Anytime, love”
A/N: Alright, my first Jack Sparrow x Reader is finished! Even though this really isn’t my best work and I‘m still a bit insecure about it because I have no idea if I captured Jacks character well and the fact that I actually have a writersblock at the moment, make this all a tad difficult :,D. But when I write more one shots or maybe even a story I‘m sure it‘ll get better so yea.
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
