She's watching him again. Tucked near the railing of the ship behind barrels and crates and the cool support of cannons she thinks she's safe. Elizabeth Swan leans back against the Pearl feeling her natural bump and sway with the waves. And watching her captain, narrow eyed and almost with an hungry intensity. She watches him as he strolls around the deck, the nearly feminine sway of his hips and the way the sash about his middle accentuates his slim waist.
She watches the way his hands orchestrate the air as if he's the maestro to an invisible symphony.
That predatory smirk, flashing gold and silver that infuriates her, chills her, and sends heat flashing through her body all at the same time.
Those hands bejeweled with rings undoubtedly pirated from either a trade ship or some unsuspecting drunken idiot or wench. He's got elegant hands to be a sailor, dirty fingernails aside and watching him caress the Pearl, his touch over her helm calm and strong, confident. Lingering almost as if loathe to be parted Elizabeth cannot help but wonder how those same fingers would feel dancing over her skin, untouched by any other man before. Not even Will.
She knows she shouldn't be thinking this way. It wasn't proper. It was sinful, she was intended to another man who she loved her. She was unfaithful in thought alone if not in body...yet.
Elizabeth knew she loved Will. God have mercy on anyone who tried to tell her otherwise. All those years ago Will had brought into her life a taste of the world she had only ever dreamed about, the half-drowned boy whose life prior to being brought to Port Royal was a mystery. The boy with the pirate medallion. They had grown, she into a striking young woman of good breeding and he an equally beautiful young man who became forbidden to her. Society deemed it impossible for them to be together and they were kept apart. And the more they tried to keep her away the more Elizabeth desired him. Sweet Will who stammered and blushed whenever he had her attentions. Who nearly fainted when she touched him in anyway that she was allowed. Who scolded her when she slipped into town without an escort to see him. Who insisted to her irritation on calling her "Ms. Swann."
She didn't want to be 'Miss Swann' with William. 'Miss Swann' was unattainable to him. Elizabeth however, could do as she pleased and social limitations and propriety be damned.
Then there was Jack. Will may have been the dream but Jack was the embodiment of the life she had idealized since she was a girl. Jack Sparrow was a pirate through and through, she hated him just as much as she was excited by him. Jack made no secret of his interest in her and wasted no time in pursuing it. He spoke however he pleased He was vulgar and a liar, manipulative, he came far closer to people then he really needed too. And he was far too obvious with his intentions.
These clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing...I happen to have 'no dress' in my cabin.
'Right here. Right on this deck. Right...now.
He was a pirate.
If it weren't for these bars I'd have you already.
And maybe so was she.
Elizabeth stood, brushing off the frock coat that hung down over her shoulders and strolled quite purposely towards the Great Cabin. She was tired of these endless, shifting thoughts. She was tired of the desire that fell upon her like rain whenever she was around Captain Jack Sparrow. '
Elizabeth knew who she loved.
And she was sure it would only take but a taste to slake this lust.