First Pirates Of the Caribbean fanfiction! yaaaaay for me! this is pretty much ramblings.
I don't own POTC or any of it's characters.
And if I did... well, I don't really need to be explaining that to you now do I?
She sat in the sand gazing at the night sky, listening to the roar of the ocean, and the light snoring of Captain Jack Sparrow. Elizabeth Swann threw her head back in reckless abandon, hoping her troubles would fly away with the breeze.
The rum helped, but not enough.
"Drink up me hearties," She took a swig from her bottle and chuckled at her drunk companion, passed out from too much alcohol.
How would she get off this island, trapped with a character such as Jack Sparrow? Will's time was running out, and all they had was rum and shade, maybe a coconut here or there. Time was running out for all in question. Rum was the answer, and she took another large, unladylike gulp of it.
'Who would have thought that Miss Swann, daughter of the governor of Port Royal, would be sitting on a beach, in her undergarments, drunk, with a pirate?' A voice in her head chided.
"Definitely not Miss Swann..." She said to herself.
'Ahh yes, howoften does this kind of opportunity come up for a well-bred young woman?'
"Begging your pardon?" Elizabeth said to the voice.
'You have two men that love you, the Commodore and dear William Turner. But I know what you really think of Jack Sparrow.' the voice taunted.
"Captain--" She said, as she drained the bottle.
'You certainly drink like a pirate, why not become one? You long for freedom. I know you do. Nothing is there for you in Port Royal. Nothing is there for you with the Commodore, or the young mister Turner. Do you want to end your life a caged bird?'
"I am in no cage. and why am I listening to you anyway?" she demanded.
'Oh, but you are not in a cage… yet.'
Silence.
Elizabeth flopped on her back in a most un-Elizabeth manner. She rolled to her side to look at the man lying beside her.
His dark hair kept back by a red bandana, keeping his unruly locks away from his tanned face. He looked almost exotic as the embers from the fire died down, casting eerie shadows on his face. The kohl smudged across his eyes blended with his long eyelashes, and Captain Jack Sparrow looked peaceful in his drunken sleep.
She reached out a hand to his partially exposed chest and let her index finger graze his warm skin, as she traced the V formed by his shirt. Seeing a dark mark on the right side of his collar, she pulled the material aside, letting out a soft gasp.
Two dark scars, looking like bullet wounds were there. Scars from a battle? A bar brawl in Tortuga? Maybe she would ask him one day, she thought as she traced them gently.
All this alcohol was getting to her, she sat up quickly and put distance between her and her stranded partner.
She knew she wanted to touch him, to have him touch her.
And it scared her.
True, she longed for freedom, but this man was a pirate. An infamous dog and womanizer.
But still she wanted her lips to touch his; she wanted to taste his scent. He smelled like the sea and rum, an intoxicating flavor that wafted from him. She found it comforting.
And it scared her.
She needed to get off this island as soon as possible, by whatever means possible.
The fire hadn't completely gone out yet. If she could keep it going until the sun rose, she might be able to make a decent signal.
Elizabeth tossed her practically empty bottle of rum towards the fire, and the blaze shot up.
She smiled to herself, and glanced down at Jack.
She knew how to get off the island, and she knew he wouldn't be all too happy about it.
Short, I know... still, what do you think?
let me know.