A/N: Hi people! I'm currently in the middle of another fic that I luv writing but this thought came to me and it was begging to be written! I know this is unusual but don't fire plz. It's just an idea. Updates may come slower than my other fic but still pretty fast.
Jack and Elizabeth have both drank from the Fountain Of Youth for different reasons and they meet again in modern day NY. Same characters. Same memories. Same personality but new plot and motives.
This chapter is sorta a prolouge and very short but chapters get longer as we go on.
Elizabeth looked into the mug of steaming coffee. Black. Just like she'd liked it for the past three or four decades. She always had coffee with cream before especially during the civil war. She shuddered thinking of those awful days, she'd needed all the cream and sugar she could get back then but she'd started to appreciate the bitter taste.
She sat at her usual spot by the window and decided to check her cellphone before going to work. She had 10 missed calls. One from Roxy, one from Ron and the rest from Dex.
She knew exactly what each of them wanted. Roxy her current best friend was probably having some sort of fashion emergency, Ron (her boss and very good friend) wanted the files on their latest client and Dex...
She hadn't talked to him ever since he'd proposed to her two days ago. She felt uncomfortable thinking about how she'd said...she'd said she wasn't ready yet and he'd said he'd wait and he'd kissed her and told her she could have as much time as she needed. Years even.
She had to start walking. Sitting in one place and thinking about it would only make her...anxiouse.
"Josh! Can I take this to work? I'll bring it back tomorrow." she pointed to the mug.
"Sure." Josh nodded. She'd been coming to the cafe for years and he trusted her.
She stepped out into the street. The cold wind felt pleasant on her skin it reminded her of when she was on board-
She shook her head. She wouldn't think of that now. Not now.
She thought of Dex again. She'd been too affraid to face him. He'd said it was alright but she still felt that things would be awkward. Sure she'd been brave enough to face monsters, fight in World War II and leave a man to be eaten alive by the kraken but she was scared to face him.
What had been the real reason she didn't want to marry him? Perhaps it was the fact that he reminded her of Will so much, maybe she was tired of marrying men she loved only to watch them grow old and die when she didn't gain a wrinkle or maybe she was tired of life it's self. She shook her head again and swallowed a mouthful of hot, tongue burning coffee.
She walked in the middle of the avenue. It wasn't like she could get hurt, she thought with a smile. Drinking from the Fountain Of Youth had it's advantages! She heard a bus approaching. The driver honked for her to move but she didn't. "It's been a boring few days! I should let him hit me. People will gather around me. Make a big fuss about it! It'll be fun." she thought with a smile.
Suddenly out of no where, she felt a strong body crash into hers. She felt a strong pair of hands grab her shoulders and push her to the other side of the street where they both crashed into a brick wall as the bus sped by. She dropped the empty mug in the process ofcourse but she was glad to note that it didn't break.
She realized what had happened. Someone had saved her! How cute! She had to laugh at that one. People still had hope! They still wanted to live and they thought other people wanted to live too. What nonesense!
Her savioure seemed to be alarmed of her laughing. "Oh no! You're one of those crazy suicidal ones arn't ye? Probably gonna curse at me for stopping you from your act of "self murder"."
She froze upon hearing his voice but smiled after a second. Still facing the brick wall. Anything that was slightly familiar instantly reminded her of them. Of all of them or one of them, it didn't matter. This time the voice reminded her of Jack. Sometimes it was Will. Sometimes both. Sometimes the whole crew of the Black Pearl. She turned around with a fast motion and prepared to thank her rescuer.
She found herself staring in a pair of chocolate brown eyes and couldn't help but wonder out loud. "J-Jack...Sparrow?"
"Luv! It's Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow."
Oh it was him alright! She had to lean against the wall to stop herself from collapsing.
She studied him with wide eyes as they sat in the cafe a few minutes later. Eyes were still kohl lines, beads were still in dreadlocked hair, rings on his fingers and fabrics around his wrists. The clothes while not the same were still antic looking, a bit ripped and dirty and hippy looking and erm...alot! Coat over vest, vest over shirt and two belts to top it off. Items dangling from his belt. The only thing he was missing was his hat, pistol and sword. He was basically a modern version of what he used to be.
She just sat there and sipped the cold water Josh had gotten her and stared at Ja-
No! She wouldn't even think his name because it wasn't possible.
Neither had spoken ever since that little revilation. He'd just helped her walk across the street and they'd sat there staring at eachother.
"So Lizzie luv?! Long time no see! Last time I saw you you were rowing to an island to see your bonny lad Will! It's been a while. What are you still doing in the land of the living? Shouldn't you be in Davy's..I mean Will's locker by now?" he asked sarcastically.
He had some nerve making jokes at such a time! Time changed most things but apparently nothing could change Captain Jack Sparrow. Her mouth was dry and she couldn't answer. She sipped her water and tried to answer just as wittily as she did about 200 years ago. "That's a question I should be asking yourself."
Jack laughed. He laughed sincerely and much louder than she'd ever seen heard laugh. "God Lizzi-beth! I've missed you so much...I didn't even know how much I missed you until now. I didn't think I'd ever say this to anyone but I'm really glad you're not dead." he confessed and she could see how much the confession pained him. Seeing as he never showed any emotion...well mostly never. He still maintained his smirk. "How's Willy?"
"Jack!" she said rather seriousely as she looked in his eyes. "Will's dead. He'd been dead for about 200 years." she felt that old wound in her heart hurting again but she'd learned to tame the pain in the past.
Jack's smirk faded for just a second. "Oh! Bugger."
They could both see they had a lot of explaining to do about how they were still alive.
What do you think? I want your honest opinion. But be nice at the same time. The story will get better with the later chapters.
