(A/N): Hey everybody! New story! Was listening to a song and I was just inspired... been happening a lot lately, I dont know why, lol. I must have missed writing. ;)
Im planning on making this a couple of chapters, so please review or I wont bother, lolz. I just dont see the point if people dont read it.
Hope everyone enjoys it!!!
Disclaimer- I own nothing, nada, zip...etc. And I'm not worth sueing, I promise. LOL Besides, if I owned POTC I would have Jack with me...and hes not here. So sigh yea...
Elizabeth looked him straight in the eye, giving the impression that her resolve was unwavering.
In all actuality she couldn't even breathe.
She watched as he lifted a brow, his eyes clouding over with puzzlement, then as his face gave way to a sly smile, "What would make a young lady, such as yourself, offer such a thing?"
Her mind wandered...
"I have my reasons."
He chuckled, "Of course you do." Pausing for a moment he took an the appearence as if deep in thought, then replied, "And what of the young Mr. Turner?"
Now her eyes clouded over, tears dancing on the edges of her lashes.
'Will…'
She steadied herself. That decision had already been made, and couldn't be undone. Tia had warned her that her choice was final…it couldn't be reversed.
"Mr. Turner will no longer be plagued by my presence, nor will the rest of the crew."
Her gave her a questioning look, "I highly doubt that, Miss Swan."
She gave a shallow, quivering sigh, "Think what you will, your opinion on that matter is of no consequence to me. What matters is if you will accept my proposition."
She closed her eyes, waiting for his answer. Her life depended on his reply, and if he denied her, she didn't know where she would go. She couldn't go back to Will or even the crew.
He looked at her intently, trying to see behind her façade. Her eyes held fear, oh yes, but also determination…unwavering resolve and strength. Her eyes were fierce and glowed with defiance.
Yes, he would enjoy breaking her.
"You are sure this is what you desire? There will be no turning back, Miss Swan."
"Yes. This is what I want."
"No one will save you."
She looked deep into his eyes, "The time to turn back has come and gone, and do not worry, I know no one will save me. I have made sure of that."
He was silent for a moment. Women, he would never understand them. So eager to leave one man and yet die for another.
"Then we have an accord, Ms. Swan. Under normal circumstances this would never be done…but I believe you are worth the trade."
"So you will free him?"
"Yes, I will free your Jack Sparrow."
A sigh of relief left her lips and at the same time she felt as if she might cry.
No…she was crying.
"Now, Miss Swan. Your hand, if you please."
Elizabeth surrendered her hand willingly and gave only a slight wince as the knife sliced through her soft flesh. She watched as he let her blood drip from the blade and on to a piece of paper he was holding.
The paper caught fire, burning itself into disappearance.
Crystal blue eyes looked up to meet her own. Davy Jones smiled, and for the first time since she'd been in his presence, she was truly frightened.
"Thank you so much, Miss Swan, for your soul."