So, a hearty hello to all my faithful readers. To which one may ask (namely me), what readers? Ah well.
So this was written in a fit of boredom, of which I asked my friend to give me a semi-plotline (she declined, having no interest in writing---oh the shame! Actually, apparently she has an interest in writing absurdly depressing stories; I think I might have to see her to counseling…oh dear. ) Honestly, you should see the paper which this was written---all drawings (with tongues, as my friend seems to be so unhealthily obsessed with) and cross outs where Elizabeth's name is---or rather was, now written (so neatly unlike my own handwriting) with my friend's name (once again courtesy of my friend who again harbors an unhealthy obsession with Jack Sparrow, namely her being with him. But then who can blame her?) And now, after so painstakingly deciphering my atrocious handwriting, here it is.
Disclaimer: I own nada, my darlings.
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Elizabeth decided that, at the moment Jack set his feet on the ship, with that damned hat of his and that compass pointing so conspicuously at her, she had never hated him anymore.
Or maybe it was that she had never loved him anymore.
She wasn't all that sure.
Whatever it was, it filled her with something far more then whatever Will filled her with and she found herself burning for the difference.
And it was a large difference, such a vast expanse to which she could neither make heads nor tails and was so preoccupied with the idea, she could hardly notice the tears running down her cheeks as she stared, unseeingly, at Jack.
Jack noticed.
And he came to her, in that oh-so-sexy drunken swagger of his, and stopped directly in front of her.
She was torn between slapping him silly (something her hands itched to do) and kissing him senseless. All in all, they would both render him unable to form a coherent thought, something she wanted to see.
It seemed the choice was out of her hands.
His lips came crashing on hers, tasting so achingly of the rum she learned to love in as much a way he did, and so sweet and bitter at the same time. She remembered the last taste of his lips on hers and recalled days spent without him, regretting her actions.
And when it was all she could do but cling blindly to him and thank God that he was holding her up, his lips left hers.
"Just returnin' th' favor luv'" he told her, and his kohl-lined eyes were smiling at her, and she felt to herself that she hated him for not showing his bitterness at her trapping him on that cursed ship.
She made a face at him.
"You smell funny" she retorted.
He gave her a withering look and then sighed.
"Aye I do lass, but be thankful you didn't smell that bloody beastie. Now I'll be needin' one of those bath things you speak so fondly of."
"Or just take a dip in the ocean," she pointed out "There seems to be an abundance of it here, don't you think so?"
"Oh bugger off" he grumbled, before swiftly kissing her on the lips, and ignoring her abashed look. As he sauntered to his cabin, he leered at Will.
"Eunuchy snip, snip" he cackled, and winced when the man's fist connected with his head.
"Go jump in the bloody ocean, you arse, before Elizabeth here throws up from your stench."
Elizabeth had indeed been looking a tad green, being downwind from Jack.
Jack responded with a pirate oath that made Mr. Gibbs wince, before diving into the crystal clear water down below and grin up at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth smiled, and thought about that oh-so remote possibility of loving a pirate captain.
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And there you have it. Absolute crap actually, far too short in my opinion, but then she did say she liked it. Of course she also changed Elizabeth to her name so I'm not particularly sure…
R&R please.