Author's note: This is my first fanfiction ever and english is not my native Language, but i'll do my best! I hope you all enjoy it. I'd love to get a couple of reviews, I appreciate every single one.
The story starts awfully weak as i hadn't planned on a long drama story, but i had too much fun writing!
Enjoy~
About four months after saving Jack from the locker, defeating Davy jones and parting ways with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow and her now husband, William Turner, who is doomed to ten years at sea on The Flying Dutchman,
She is sitting on a table in Tortuga with a bottle of rum, taking a break from Captain's Duty on The Empress and her crew.
She was still not used to all this. Only a year ago she was the fragile and innocent Governor's daughter, lived in wealth and high society. Now she is the Captain of The Empress, has her own pirate crew, she has even taken over the role as the Pirate King.
Elizabeth shook off her thoughts as she took another sip of rum. Suddenly she jumped, the liquid spilled out in her face and she turned around to see what caused a loud bang. "A little manners, please?!" Elizabeth shouts at three drunken pirates that had broken a table while they fought over a piece of jewelery.
She sighed and got up, left the bottle on the table behind her, walking between groups of drunk men and whores. 'Bloody pirates' she thought as she finally got out of the loud building and was met with the mild caribbean breeze as she opened the door. She inhaled the fresh air, pacing thoughtfully around the center of Tortuga, surrounded by dark and silent buildings, just enjoying the silence and freedom. The town's people around had called it a night long ago.
She starts thinking about getting back to her ship that is docked not far from here, her crew must be waiting. But she stops in her tracks as she sees another familiar flag swaying in the air behind some buildings.
"The Black Pearl?" she whispers to herself, unconsciously smiling as all the adventures she had on this ship popped into her mind, all the people she met and all her moments with-... Jack. "Jack" she said quietly. She had missed him so much, more than she could understand herself. She had thought of him a lot, more than a married woman should think of another man, and she was ashamed.
But since the day when Captain Jack Sparrow saved her from drowning, things had changed. She had found herself interested in him, his mysterious being, his funny ways, the stories he told her.. Until he was longing to taste her lips when she teased him, she had felt butterflies deep inside her stomach.. Until they kissed before the Kraken dragged him to the depths of The Locker, she had felt warm, in extacy, but completely shattered after realising what she had done. Until she felt disappointment when he declined a kiss before she told him goodbye these four months ago. 'Once was quite enough' his words ran through her head.
Her thoughts were cut off as she heard whores moaning and screaming inside the lit, noisy building. She sighed and rolled her eyes, she faced the black flag again and smiled as she started to walk lightly towards it.
'Oh how surprised they must be to find me here' she thought as she kept moving, seeing the flag come closer.
But suddenly, three men jumped out of the darkness between two buildings pushed and pinned her onto the cold ground, her face hit a stone. She screamed. "Let me go!" Elizabeth struggled against them, kicking and screaming from the top of her lungs. A sack covered her head and a hand violently grabbed her jaw. "Shut up girl, or your body will float!" a hoarse voice barked in her ear. She was in shock, tears threatening to leave her eyes as her thoughts went blank. They lifted her up to take her away as quickly as possible. She kicked one of the men in the face and cried. "No! please, let me go. You can have my ship!" she said with a strangled voice. One of them grunted and dropped her on to the ground and knocked her unconcious.
