Disclaimer: the lucky mouse owns Teague, Lizzie and all other recognized characters, not me.
Elizabeth looked out upon the slowly darkening horizons of the waters. Sunset was always the most beautiful time of day, and she watched from the cliffs in front of her home every day. As the sky turned black, she turned around and headed back inside what she had come to call her home.
As Pirate King, well technically, Pirate Queen, she was offered a wide variety of residences, but she choose a rather simple one. Surprisingly, Captain Teague's residence was close to hers and they became quick friends. He was surprisingly helpful, not as infuriating as his son, and he helped her to choose the furnishings for her home. They spent most of their days together, laughing and telling stories of their adventures and such. Today, Teague had told her the most amusing story of one rum-loving, kohl-eyed pirate that had her rolling on the floor, clutching her sides from the uncontrollable laughter.
In fact, most of her time was spent at Teague's home, not from attraction but from the companionship that they had in their friendship. She cooked for him, he taught her how to play the guitar and tell stories. In fact, Teague's was where she was heading right now. For all extensive purposes, that was her home, where she felt the most comfortable and at ease. Her house was empty and she was considering selling it. She would have to discuss the options with Teague, of course. But first, she needed to cook.
She entered the kitchen through the back door and began to prepare supper.
"Lizzie, that you?" a rough voice called from the living room. "Yeah, Teague, it's me! Be thankful that it is, otherwise you'd be out of luck, as well as a meal!" she replied jokingly. A deep laugh echoed from the old man as he entered the kitchen. "Too right, you are, dear Lizzie. I really should start locking that door," he chuckled, taking a seat at the small table. He could practically see her eyes rolling as she responded, "No, really? Do you really think that locking the back door to your home would be a good idea?"
Her voice was practically dripping with playful sarcasm. He laughed, a good, deep, strong, almost dog-like laugh, and put his feet up on the corner of the table. "So, Lizzie dearest, how was your day? Anything new occur that I don't already know of?" he asked, smiling. The young woman was incredible to say the least, and second in his mind only to his late wife, Mariya. The two women were identical twins, only differing in appearance; as he had gotten to know the young lady more, the resemblance grew and he knew why his son had fallen in love with the, in Jack's own words, "charming murderess."
She was the perfect woman for Jack, in fact, she was the only woman for Jack, as there was no other woman that could potentially capture the untamed pirate. She was his equal, if not his superior, the old man smiled at the thought, which was amusing to no end.
Slap.
His thoughts were sharply interrupted by a metal spatula hitting the wooden table a few inches away from his boots. His chair legs return to the floor as his feet hit the ground. He looked at her and the thought quickly registered that he was in trouble. Elizabeth was looking at him, an eyebrow raised, spatula in hand turning over a steak that was frying, other hand resting on her hip, and a very determined glint in her eyes.
Uh oh. I'm in trouble. he thought as his ears finally made contact with his brain and filled it in, allowing him to quickly plan his escape from the mess his wandering, slightly-ADD mind had, yet again, gotten him into. "Sorry, my liege, temporary slip of me mind that, completely left me brain that I am supposed to keep my dirty boots and feet off of the table where food is eaten," he said, cleverly trying to bait her into forgiving him, or at least overlooking his slip-up in order to continue that playful, hilarious banter that they both enjoyed.
She laughed lightly, turned back to finish their supper, and replied, "Smooth Teague, I'll throw you a juicy bone and let you slide by this time, simply because I can. But, as I was saying before your slightly incompetent, yet acutely sly mind decided to wander off to La-la land, I did receive word that the Pearl will be making an appearance any day now."
Now it was Teague's turn to allow his eyes to obtain a delightful glint and his eyebrow raised. "Is that so, lass? That wouldn't happen to be why you dawdled out by the edges of the cliffs longer after sunset than ye young self habitually tends to do?" he asked, smiling deviantly.
Elizabeth's eyes widened slightly as she transferred the meal from the stove-top to their plates. She quickly recovered, buying time as she said, "Ok you old man, here's your supper. As to the first question, yes, my delightful little birdie-friend informed me as I was heading back from town this evening. As the latter inquiry, I was not aware that I lingered any longer than I ever do, and I always watch the sun set beneath the horizon; I find it very comforting and beautiful."
He decided to give her a break and merely chuckled as she slid his plate to him across the table. "Why thank you, lass, for the bestowing of graciousness ye have placed upon meself with ye kind responses. Oh, and the meal smells absolutely ravishing," he said, as they began to enjoy the simple meal that Elizabeth had prepared. "You are quite welcome as you well know, Mister Sparrow --" she smiled, intentionally baiting him by not calling him by his given name, and, of course, title. Like father, like son, she thought as the man predictably took the bait.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie. How many times must I tell you not to call me that? For Calypso's sake, it makes me feel so drastically old, and reminds me of me padre. If ye feel inclined to use titles, at least do me the honor and use me proper title! And preferably just me given name, so as not to give any room for any confusing me with me son," he responded, very passionately, she noticed.
"Which would be a dreadful crime of such heinous proportions as to be allocated for by punishments of the cruel and unusual nature," added a silky, familiar voice that came from an unmistakable figure stepping out of the shadows that had encompassed the entire home. Elizabeth jumped up, quickly aiming a cocked pistol at the intruder, then flipped the safety back as the man stepped into the light of the doorway. As soon as she recognized the figure as her former acquaintance, she relaxed and sat back down at the table, only to be annoyed by what she saw.
Teague had heard Junior unlocking, opening, and then re-locking the front door when Lizzie had baited him and messed up his name. He didn't give him away simply because he was curious to see how the two reacted. Now, he drank a swig of rum and smiled impishly as Junior finally made his presence known to the young lass. He knew that they both would be in trouble as soon as she looked at him and a fierce fire sprang up in her eyes.
The two men exchanged glances, silently asking each other what their best option was. Lizzie was in command seconds after Jack made his presence known and made the decision for them.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, although it is my great pleasure to see you, I must insist that you take a seat beside your illustrious father, the infamous Keeper of the Code, Captain Teague Sparrow. Don't even try to sweet talk yourselves out of this one, either of you," the young lass sweetly said, indicating the chair diagonal from her as she stood back up. Jack walked over to them and took the offered seat, quite thrown by her reaction. Both of the men had expected her to furiously retaliate, and now knew that would have been better than what was undoubtedly in store for them. Although she sounded sweet and harmless, the fire blazing wildly in her eyes was clearly and unmistakably translated in both minds: she was pissed and they were at her mercy.
The men shifted in their seats as she continued. "I am very well aware of the fact that this is not the first time that you, Jack," she began, nearly burning him with the intensity of her gaze, "have snuck up on me whilst I was in your," her gaze shifted to Teague as she placed her hands flat on the table and leaned forward, "company, Teague." The men whimpered as her gaze all but physically burned holes in them. She softly continued, "It has also not slipped my notice that you, Teague, were on both occasions aware of his presence and his intentions, yet you allowed me to remain ignorant of both until Jack took the honors upon himself. I do admit that it is humorous, however, I am at a loss as to the prerogatives that two men of such great intelligence and ingenuity and skill that could possibly warrant the execution of the same prank more than once on the same person. Would you care to enlighten me, Teague?"
She had walked around the table and was now between the two men's chairs, bending her knees so as to be eye level with them. Her arms were resting lightly across their shoulders, just as if they were having a group hug. As her question sank in, she gently hugged him with the arm that was around his shoulders. Teague chuckled nervously and replied innocently, "I swear on me honor, that I was merely an innocent bystander this time. I was silent meself so as to see yer reaction, Lizzie dear. It may be a consolation to ye to know that I now regret not having tattled on dear Jackie earlier."
Lizzie laughed, "I'm sure you do regret that right about now, Teague. Now, Jack, 'tis your turn I believe. What do you have to say for yourself?" Jack smiled sheepishly, "There is a very simple explanation for me actions: I was simply waiting for the opportune moment that would best fit me to interrupt the meal and make an entrance. I assure you, luv, I was never intending to sneak up on you,darlin'." Lizzie pulled the two Sparrows into a surprisingly strong hug as she burst into laughter.
The confused looks that spread across their faces only made her laugh more. "I do believe I won this round, boys," she said cheerfully, as she calmed down a bit. She watched as her words sunk into the two pirates' minds and began laughing again when their confused faces suddenly lit up and comprehension replaced confusion. The laughter was contagious and the trio was soon rolling on the floor, holding their sides with tears slipping out of their eyes from laughing so hard.
"Lizzie, dear, I do believe ye are becoming quite the trickster!" Teague said, when they had finally settled down and went into the living room. Smiling, she said, "Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, sooner being the most likely. So, Jack, how are things aboard the Pearl?" Jack smiled and took a swig of rum before he replied, "Ah, the Pearl. Things have been running more smoothly than ever before. She's been very kind to her crew and her captain, so kind as to offer advice and the like without being asked. In fact, she's the reason her men arrived early."
Teague smiled knowingly and leaned back in his soft over-sized chair, becoming a comfortable bystander to Jack and Lizzie's conversation. Lizzie asked curiously, "How's that?"
Jack smiled as he set down the rum, "Because, luv, she missed the presence of a certain individual and, despite her crew's attempts to continue with their original plans, she stubbornly sailed swiftly towards the individual so as to be rejoined with said individual. Lizzie, luv, the Pearl grew accustomed to your distinctly feminine presence and is dreadfully tired of not having it." The full impact of what he was saying hit her and her jaw dropped. "So, you're telling me that the Pearl, regardless of her crew's approval or lack thereof, sailed off course all by her lonesome just so that she could be near me?" Jack nodded and Lizzie shook her head in disbelief, "I highly doubt that the Pearl sailed to me all by her lonesome without any help from her captain or her crew, Jack. What really happened?"
Jack's expression softened and his eyes gave Lizzie a feeling that she couldn't quite place. Jack shifted his body closer to her on the couch and put his arm around her shoulders, "I might have helped her just a little, luv. Mr. Gibbs had a part in it as well. We all missed ye, Lizzie, and we want ye to join us." Lizzie smiled, thinking about all the fun she'd had and adventures she'd been part of on the Pearl. Jack saw the look in her eye as a different fire blossomed, a fire burning for adventure and the sea, a fire that drew up and strengthened the incomprehensible feeling Jack felt at the thought of the woman.
Teague took their silence as his cue and stood up, "Well, lass, I believe it be time for this old man to rest. Play nice, boy, and I'll be seeing ye both in the morning." Teague left and went upstairs to his room, leaving the two young pirates alone with each other.
"Jack, if all those words meant an invitation to join you and the others about the Black Pearl, then it would be a great pleasure to accept your offer. Though, next time, don't beat around the bush and just be blunt and say what you mean," Lizzie smiled and removed his arm from her shoulders.
Jack's conscience decided to make its presence known to him in the form of two mini-Jacks shitting on his shoulders. Hey, why'd she move? I thought it felt rather pleasant, said the slightly impish mini-Jack. Jack rolled his eyes and mentally shut them up before they distracted him. "Lizzie, love, that would mean taking out all of the fun in our little discussions, which would be a tragic loss. But, I am glad you want to rejoin with me and me crew. Now, with that out of the way, why don't you tell me more about how you've been since we departed?" he said softly, as he lifted a bit of her hair and began to play with it.
Lizzie smiled and felt at ease as his fingers played with her long hair. She divulged, "Mostly, all I do is settle little conflicts here and there on the occasion that disputes arise, which is fairly rare. Other than that, I've been getting to know everyone and hanging out with Teague. I don't usually stay in my home for long unless I'm working or cleaning which is only about once or twice a month. I prefer staying here than being there alone, and I've been making plans to sell my house as soon as possible. What about you Jack? How have you been?"
"I've been quite good, actually. The plunder has increased this time, much to everyone's delight, and our voyage was very successful," Jack said, smiling at her as her eyes began to droop sleepily, "Lizzie, love, you look exhausted. Why don't you come with me and go to bed?"
Lizzie considered this, and found herself very inclined to do just that, but first she had to joke with Jack just a bit more. "Now that you mention it, I am very tired. Before I go to bed, though, I must bathe and, quite honestly, it would be extremely beneficial for you to do the same, don't you agree?" she asked, standing and looking mischievously at him. His body reacted as his mind filled with desire, and his eyes fell to her lips as he stood up. "I agree, however, I must ask you to indulge me with a small favor," he said, stepping closer to her, never breaking eye contact. His eyes darkened and she could practically taste the intense desire and longing that was burning in his eyes. She slipped her arm around his neck and took one of his braids in her other hand and played with it, "And what, may I ask, is the favor you ask of me, Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Her voice sent a thrill straight to his growing manhood, and his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him, making their bodies touch. She could feel his breath on her skin and her eyes fell closed as he whispered softly in her ear, "I want to join you in your bath and cleanse the both of us thoroughly." The heat between her legs grew and any reason that would have kept her from saying yes was long gone and her eyes fluttered open.
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