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This is a sequel to #18 - Education - Jack/Elizabeth’s acquisition of worldly knowledge - and longer, too, at 575 words. Hugs to
hereswith for staying up late to help me work out one problematic sentence.
19. Ink - The stories behind Jack's tattoos.
~ Truth in Ink ~
Somehow, in the course of subsequent events, the wicked became Profound.
This thought formed unbidden in Jack's head. Unwanted, even. But undeniable, too, and it brought an unwonted silence. For a long time after they'd made an end, they lay twined together, just breathing, a haven of strangely blessed warmth in the cool moonlight.
He thought she was asleep when he finally lifted his hand to stroke her hair.
But, gentle as he was, she stirred, shifted slightly and caught the hand, and brought his wrist, adorned with brand and ink, to her lips. Thanks and benediction.
It was she who spoke first, studying said wrist in the faint silver light. "Why Sparrow?" She shifted her gaze, and there was that ubiquitous insistence on truth, mingled now with affection—even love, maybe.
Jack said, "It's a family name. I was born and bred John Teague, of course. Didn't change it 'til I lost the Wicked Wench and found… the Pirate."
"Beckett." The name was like a curse on her lips, and there was real grief on her face now, for the young man she imagined he'd been.
He smiled, wryly. "It was there all along. The stripes and the brand only confirmed it. Wasn't enjoyable – though Beckett might beg to differ – but maybe it was… necessary."
Her fingers curled around his wrist; her thumb brushed against the half-numbed scar of the brand, comfort vague as a dream. “But about the sparrow?" she asked, again.
He sighed at the past, and his apparent compulsion to tell her some of it, at least. "Teague and I had a falling out when I came back with the Pearl-- the Wench raised from the depths by Jones. Teague had wanted me safe, see, on dry land, and out of the sweet trade. Seems laughable now, don't it? I was twelve when he sent me to 'prentice with his sister's husband in Portsmouth, a cartographer, and as close to bein' a gentleman as made no odds. Learned a lot, but the sea was calling. And it's bloody cold in England, as you may remember. So all Teague's plans came to nothing, and we had a bit of a row over it when I came back so destroyed, as he named it. In the end, I told him he was a coward for holing up at the Cove, that I refused his name, and that mother'd be ashamed of him if she were still alive—tried to shoot me for that, hit too close to home, maybe. I took my cue, made a dignified yet timely exit and sailed off east. Some friends in the spice islands set this into my skin – my own design."
"A sparrow over water, before the rising sun."
"Precisely!" So many fools took it for a setting sun, but not Lizzie, by God. Not his Lizzie.
"But Jack, why Sparrow?" She was persistent. She was like him in that, too. "You said it's a family name?"
"Aye. My mother's name, Isabel Moineau – that's Sparrow, in English."
Elizabeth's lips curved in pleased comprehension, and she looked so beautiful that Jack's mind flooded with the many, varied expressions that face had worn during the course of this night – wanton deviltry, naked desire; an ecstasy so exquisite that the memory of it made him stir anew, sated as he was.
He bent and kissed her, and whispered against those lips, "She would have liked you, love, upon my soul."
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19. Ink - The stories behind Jack's tattoos.
~ Truth in Ink ~
Somehow, in the course of subsequent events, the wicked became Profound.
This thought formed unbidden in Jack's head. Unwanted, even. But undeniable, too, and it brought an unwonted silence. For a long time after they'd made an end, they lay twined together, just breathing, a haven of strangely blessed warmth in the cool moonlight.
He thought she was asleep when he finally lifted his hand to stroke her hair.
But, gentle as he was, she stirred, shifted slightly and caught the hand, and brought his wrist, adorned with brand and ink, to her lips. Thanks and benediction.
It was she who spoke first, studying said wrist in the faint silver light. "Why Sparrow?" She shifted her gaze, and there was that ubiquitous insistence on truth, mingled now with affection—even love, maybe.
Jack said, "It's a family name. I was born and bred John Teague, of course. Didn't change it 'til I lost the Wicked Wench and found… the Pirate."
"Beckett." The name was like a curse on her lips, and there was real grief on her face now, for the young man she imagined he'd been.
He smiled, wryly. "It was there all along. The stripes and the brand only confirmed it. Wasn't enjoyable – though Beckett might beg to differ – but maybe it was… necessary."
Her fingers curled around his wrist; her thumb brushed against the half-numbed scar of the brand, comfort vague as a dream. “But about the sparrow?" she asked, again.
He sighed at the past, and his apparent compulsion to tell her some of it, at least. "Teague and I had a falling out when I came back with the Pearl-- the Wench raised from the depths by Jones. Teague had wanted me safe, see, on dry land, and out of the sweet trade. Seems laughable now, don't it? I was twelve when he sent me to 'prentice with his sister's husband in Portsmouth, a cartographer, and as close to bein' a gentleman as made no odds. Learned a lot, but the sea was calling. And it's bloody cold in England, as you may remember. So all Teague's plans came to nothing, and we had a bit of a row over it when I came back so destroyed, as he named it. In the end, I told him he was a coward for holing up at the Cove, that I refused his name, and that mother'd be ashamed of him if she were still alive—tried to shoot me for that, hit too close to home, maybe. I took my cue, made a dignified yet timely exit and sailed off east. Some friends in the spice islands set this into my skin – my own design."
"A sparrow over water, before the rising sun."
"Precisely!" So many fools took it for a setting sun, but not Lizzie, by God. Not his Lizzie.
"But Jack, why Sparrow?" She was persistent. She was like him in that, too. "You said it's a family name?"
"Aye. My mother's name, Isabel Moineau – that's Sparrow, in English."
Elizabeth's lips curved in pleased comprehension, and she looked so beautiful that Jack's mind flooded with the many, varied expressions that face had worn during the course of this night – wanton deviltry, naked desire; an ecstasy so exquisite that the memory of it made him stir anew, sated as he was.
He bent and kissed her, and whispered against those lips, "She would have liked you, love, upon my soul."
~.~
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Date: 2009-11-22 06:18 pm (UTC)That really touched my heart, and the entire piece was erotic and intimate and beautifully written. I love the connection between Jack's chosen name and his mother's, and his backstory, a cartographer's apprentice "as close to bein' a gentleman as made no odds" :-) Perfect ♥
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Date: 2009-11-22 08:12 pm (UTC)He thought she was asleep when he finally lifted his hand to stroke her hair.
But, gentle as he was, she stirred, shifted slightly and caught the hand, and brought his wrist, adorned with brand and ink, to her lips. Thanks and benediction.
Lovely, lovely moment between them! Sweet, and (at least to me) very intimate, and even gently erotic.
"A sparrow over water, before the rising sun."
"Precisely!" So many fools took it for a setting sun, but not Lizzie, by God. Not his Lizzie.
Fantastic example of how Lizzie so completely "gets" Jack, knows the essence of him so thoroughly, is so in tune with Jack's mind and heart. That's one of the keys, IMO, to the strength of the J/E relationship. How thoroughly they "get" one another, have an instinctive "knowing" of the other at such a deep and intimate level. They may not know all of each other's secrets (and part of the pleasure is in the discovery of the details of one another's lives), but they each seem to know who the other is, at their very core.
Excellent Jack & Teague backstory here! Yes, definitely a history of friction between father and son, and I've always thought as well that Sparrow was, somehow, Jack's maternal name, either because his mother raised him, or (as you depict) because of a schism between father and son. (It's always puzzled me why so many in the fandom refer to Teague as "Teague Sparrow" when it's more logical, and rather apparent, that "Teague" is his surname, not his first name. It doesn't make sense that so many would be on a "first-name basis" with such a foreboding and (apparently) greatly feared and respected man!) ;-)
Elizabeth's lips curved in pleased comprehension, and she looked so beautiful that Jack's mind flooded with the many, varied expressions that face had worn during the course of this night – wanton deviltry, naked desire; an ecstasy so exquisite that the memory of it made him stir anew, sated as he was.
*sigh* Such a deeply intimate, erotic, and even reverential, observation on Jack's part! That he would be so attuned to Elizabeth's pleasure, that the mere memory of it gives him pleasure (or at least the ... um ... physical manifestation of it!) as well! ;-)
Wonderful drabble! I've loved this entire "Backstory Challenge" series of yours! Great, great work! :-)
-- Cat
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Date: 2009-11-23 12:27 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2009-11-22 10:15 pm (UTC)You always have Jack's dialogue down so perfectly!
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Date: 2009-11-24 08:59 am (UTC)There is Peaceful, lovely sweet moments♥
Beautiful back story! :) :) You are really talented writer!!
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Date: 2009-11-25 05:54 am (UTC)Praise from Willofthewisp
Date: 2009-12-01 02:39 am (UTC)I never thought about the sun on the tattoo rising or setting, just there. I love how it is a rising sun, the promise of a new day and a new adventure, and it's just another "peas in a pod" moment that Elizabeth sees it as such, too. It undeniably makes him feel closer to her.
There is something so lovely about him bending down to kiss her and saying his mom would have liked her. All us moms just want our kids to find someone who will love them 100% and so I think Jack's mom would see that in Liz, see how happy she makes Jack, and the fact he recognizes that is so...he might as well be admitting his love to her right there. Great drabble.
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Date: 2009-12-01 04:17 am (UTC)It would be very in character, I think, considering Jack's life to date, but like you I think they'll work it all out. I expect it'll be a pleasant surprise for both of them, really.
I'm so glad you liked this! Thank you, as always, for your wonderfully thoughtful comments. They are so very much appreciated!