Present day; a rare morning when Jack manages to rise without awakening James. The ex-pirate is gone, leaving a small box in his wake (and on his pillow).
James wakes muzzily. Hm, usually Jack's here when he wakes up- ah, but he smells breakfast. He must have just overslept.
He sits up, and blinks at the little box before picking it up. Well, it says Open Me, in Jack's handwriting..but what on earth would Jack leave on his pillow?
He opens it, unfolding the note and staring at the ring it had held.
Think about it.
Think about...was Jack proposing? But...
He stared harder at the ring, mulling it over. Three hundred years. Three hundred long, difficult years and Jack hadn't left him- hadn't found something better, or someone less boring. Wanted to commit- Jack Sparrow, in a committed relationship? With him?
...Was it so strange? Three hundred years was all ready a sign of commitment, wasn't it? Marriage. It had just...never seemed possible. And now... But how to respond? What to say? 'Yes, yes, a thousand times yes' seemed too...well. James wasn't one for screaming his love to the heavens, whatever Jack may say (Inappropriately). Could he really Marry Captain Jack Sparrow? Him?
( ... )
Jack was keeping busy in the kitchen, making breakfast. He didn't cook often - James was usually up first - and definitely wanted to get it right. In other words, he was overdoing it. Just a bit. The animals were being distracted with pancakes (Union Jack) and bacon (Socrates' was cooled and in small pieces, Rum's was still sizzling and apparently terrifying) while Jack finished the eggs.
Between the sizzling of the pan and the various animal noises, Jack didn't hear James come out.
James stepped in the room, ruffling Socrates' ears- the cat vocalized a small, annoyed 'Merp.'- and stepping up to settle a hand in the small of Jack's back. He was amused by the cooking- as well as how a good portion seemed to be going to the animals. He rested his hand with the ring on the counter.
Jack glanced over at James' hand upon registering the motion. He'd been nervous, almost scared. If James said no... well, where would they go from there? Three hundred years was a long time to figure things out; Jack was giving James as much more time to think as he wanted. If James said no, it would be 'no' to the future, probably. Wasn't that how James worked? Not nearly as fickle as Jack.
And what if he said yes? What then? Jack was fickle, he had been feeling stir-crazy lately. It was worrying, but maybe this would be the definitive step. Maybe this would tell himself he could settle down, relax. Maybe this would tell James that, if Jack needed to go for a quick roam, he had every intention of coming back.
That one glance, though, told the jittery pirate everything he needed to know. His only reactions were a slight relaxation of his posture against James' hand and a twitch of a smirk. Yes.
Later, James is fiddling with his own ring box, wondering how to present it to Jack. He's not the type to go on bended knee; and anyway, Jack had done the actual proposing. He just had to give this ring to Jack- and, he tells himself, he is being far too jumpy about it. Though he can only hope Jack likes it.
He finds Jack belowdecks, and approaches in his usual quiet manner. The ring box is set on the counter by Jack's hand and nudged over until it bumps against his fingers.
"I'm back."
When Jack opens the box, he'll find a ring wrapped in a note, similar to his. The note simply reads Yes.
James rests his chin on Jack's shoulder and smiles. It looks good, seeing it on Jack's finger. Mine.
James is embarrassed by the thought the minute it comes, because he doesn't own Jack. Nobody can own Jack. They were equals. Though...he looks down at the ring on his finger. It was certainly a declaration of ownership, wasn't it? So maye they owned each other, now.
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He sits up, and blinks at the little box before picking it up. Well, it says Open Me, in Jack's handwriting..but what on earth would Jack leave on his pillow?
He opens it, unfolding the note and staring at the ring it had held.
Think about it.
Think about...was Jack proposing? But...
He stared harder at the ring, mulling it over. Three hundred years. Three hundred long, difficult years and Jack hadn't left him- hadn't found something better, or someone less boring. Wanted to commit- Jack Sparrow, in a committed relationship? With him?
...Was it so strange? Three hundred years was all ready a sign of commitment, wasn't it? Marriage. It had just...never seemed possible. And now...
But how to respond? What to say? 'Yes, yes, a thousand times yes' seemed too...well. James wasn't one for screaming his love to the heavens, whatever Jack may say (Inappropriately). Could he really Marry Captain Jack Sparrow? Him? ( ... )
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Between the sizzling of the pan and the various animal noises, Jack didn't hear James come out.
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"Good morning."
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And what if he said yes? What then? Jack was fickle, he had been feeling stir-crazy lately. It was worrying, but maybe this would be the definitive step. Maybe this would tell himself he could settle down, relax. Maybe this would tell James that, if Jack needed to go for a quick roam, he had every intention of coming back.
That one glance, though, told the jittery pirate everything he needed to know. His only reactions were a slight relaxation of his posture against James' hand and a twitch of a smirk. Yes.
"Morning, luv."
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He finds Jack belowdecks, and approaches in his usual quiet manner. The ring box is set on the counter by Jack's hand and nudged over until it bumps against his fingers.
"I'm back."
When Jack opens the box, he'll find a ring wrapped in a note, similar to his. The note simply reads Yes.
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Jack looks down as he thumbs it open. He reads the note, grins. Yes. It wasn't as if James wasn't already wearing his ring, but still.
Carefully he slips the ring on, flexing his hand to get used to the feel of it. It's nice.
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James rests his chin on Jack's shoulder and smiles. It looks good, seeing it on Jack's finger. Mine.
James is embarrassed by the thought the minute it comes, because he doesn't own Jack. Nobody can own Jack. They were equals. Though...he looks down at the ring on his finger. It was certainly a declaration of ownership, wasn't it? So maye they owned each other, now.
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He pecks James on the cheek, smug. "Welcome home."
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