Dreams of Eternity
A/N: Well, this is my first attempt at a story with a plot, so wish me luck! The first chapter is Jack's POV, but the rest of the chapters will be mostly Elizabeth's. I might have a sex scene later on, so the rating might go up... I'll see how this goes without the sex first, then decide!
Anyways, I got the inspiration for this story from ediepedie's Youtube Sparrabeth video "the bachelor and the bride". This story is going to be very different from the video, just the beginning was inspired by it.
Captain Jack Sparrow was always ready for betrayal. So really, the mutiny had come as no surprise. It just came as a dull resignation. Mutiny, again. He was losing track of the times. But of course, he had, in the back of his mind expected this from the first, when Barbossa freely offered him captainship of the Black Pearl.
So now, he was swimming towards yet another deserted island, with the same pistol with just one shot. It was funny, really, how his whole life seemed to movie in circles.
The waves were harsh, and Jack was exhausted by the time he reached the shore. He got out of the water and lay on his back in the warm, almost hot, soothing sand.
The sun was almost directly overhead, and he closed his eyes, listening. There was nothing to hear, really. Only the waves crashing against the shore in their endless thrum and the occasional scream of a gull. His life, Jack reflected, was absolutely hopeless. He had lost it all; his ship, immortality, and soon, probably, his sanity. After all, who could live alone on a damned island for long without going insane? It was too much to hope that ships passed by this island. Besides, he had given up hope.
Finally, Jack sat up. His hat, which he had brought along, most of the way in his mouth, he turned upside-down to dry. He took the pistol apart and left it to dry as well. He took off his boots, coat, and vest and got up to explore.
He walked around the island, discovering that it was slightly bigger that the one Barbossa had left him on the last two times. At this unpleasant memory, he rolled his eyes. Jack found that the powder in the pistol had dried under the hot Caribbean sun, and he put it back together.
For a second, he looked at it, considering. After all, it would be so easy, to just pull that trigger and end everything forever. But he had fought so hard for his life, and wouldn't take it himself. So Jack lifted the pistol and took aim at a passing gull. He fired, and the shot reverberated around the island like a cannon blast, making small birds in the trees rise up into the air. The bullet missed the seagull, making it swerve away. Wasted. Just like everything else he did. Cursing, Jack threw the pistol aside.
There was sand in his hair, so pulled off his shirt and went to wash the sand out. Suddenly, when he was waist-deep in the water, he heard a shout behind him.
"Who are you? Answer, or I'll shoot!"
The voice was oddly familiar, stirring something in Jack's memory. He turned. A tall, thin woman with dark golden hair stood on the beach, pointing a pistol at him. He could have known her anywhere.
Elizabeth.
For a few seconds, he stared at her, trying to figure out if her presence was a blessing or a curse. Right now, he decided, it was a blessing in heavy disguise.
He took a step back towards the shore.
"Don't take another step!" Elizabeth shouted.
"Would you really shoot me, Lizzie?" Jack called back.
She froze. Then the pistol slipped through her nerveless fingers and into the sand. She started forward.
"Jack, is that really you?" she cried, wading out into the shallows.
"Of course, love," Jack answered, walking towards the shore.
When they finally met, they paused, uncertain of what to do. Jack wanted to wrap his arms around Elizabeth, but hesitated, wondering if she would be offended. To be honest, he wanted to bloody kiss her, but she wouldn't accept that. Well, he wanted to do more than kiss her, right here in the waves, but she would probably kill him if he tried that.
Elizabeth wished he would touch her, but she remembered that he considered once to be more than enough. She felt slightly awkward, and a little afraid to look him in the eye.
"How did you get here?" she asked.
"Barbossa," Jack growled.
"You were marooned again?" she asked incredulously.
Jack growled accent. Elizabeth broke out laughing.
"You'll excuse me, love, but I find nothing funny."
"Do you know which time this is?"
"Third time, in living memory."
"Isn't that enough?"
"Do you think I ask for it?" Jack snarled, and Elizabeth was alarmed by his sudden anger. She hadn't meant for that to happen. He started wading angrily towards shore, and she rushed after him.
Suddenly, she was strangely conscious of the fact that Jack was only half-dressed and she tried to look away from the muscles flexing just under his sun-browned skin. She was almost disappointed when he put his shirt back on.
"Jack, I'm sorry," she said, putting a hand on his arm.
"Since when are you sorry for anything?" he retorted.
"Please, Jack, let's go to my house," she half-pleaded.
"You have a house here?"
"Of course, did you think I've lived in the sand for the past two years?" she asked. "I made it after I arrived."
Elizabeth's house was a simple wooden structure. There were leaves covering the roof against the rain, and Jack was favorably impressing with it.
They went in, and Jack saw a crib in the corner. In it, there was a sleeping baby. Elizabeth saw the direction of Jack's eyes, and the way they widened in surprise.
"That's my son," she said, feeling half-proud, half-ashamed.
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