Title: A Promise
Rating: G (for death and pregnancy and such)
Summary: The promise lays between them and the sea.
A/N: GOOD GOD It's been way too long, Sparrabeth. I've missed you, but no worries- I fear I shall be writing a lot more of you from now on! (I might or might not have watched a whole bunch of good sparrabeth videos and visited an old message board and renewed my love for these two XD)
A PROMISE
Jack felt the water beat against his feet before they submerged. Thinking quickly, he dropped the rope he was holding and grabbed Elizabeth's hands, knowing that he was the stronger swimmer. Kicking up, they soon broke the surface, the water washing off their tears. Elizabeth was content to just hold onto his hand, looking around the water for any signs of her lost husband.
"Ain't going to find anything, 'Lizabeth." Jack sighed, getting a little aggravated at pulling a dead weight through the sea. "Now kick."
"Jack... what do I do now?" the white- faced Pirate Queen asked.
Jack felt his insides startle a little when he glanced over at her face. Stopping, he kicked only to keep them above surface. The Pearl was sailing to them, intent on collecting them.
"We kill Beckett. You have a day with your beloved, get a chance to say goodbye..." Jack comforted, reaching out to hold her underneath her shoulders. "I am fairly sure he is not done fighting yet."
Elizabeth was calm, for a woman who had just lost her husband of only one hour. "No. I mean after."
Jack was silent for a couple of moments. The ship was getting nearer, and the sound of the enemy ship was not too far away. Jack blinked, and opened his eyes to a friend who needed help.
"Then I'll take care of you." he promised.
A few more minutes of silence passed as Gibbs threw a ladder over the side of the Black Pearl. Being the gentleman he was, the Captain let the King go up the ladder first, and followed. He only cursed once as that blasted monkey scurried up his leg and onto his shoulder, waiting to be up on the safety of the deck.
He grabbed Gibbs' hand and hauled himself up on the deck, looking out over at the scene awaiting him.
About three months later, he would arrive to a small island on a dinghy, and solemnly looked up at a young blonde.
"This is what you meant by taking care of me?" Elizabeth asked, hand resting lightly over her stomach. "A pathetic dinghy?"
Jack smiled. "Nice to see your viper tongue back, darlin'."
THE END
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