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Notes: I deleted my other POTC fanfic. I found it devestatingly boring, and I don't think I spaced it out well enough as far as time goes. I hope you guys find this one more interesting and well-timed. This takes place during the final scenes of DMC. MAJOR DMC spoilers if you haven't seen the movie yet. Speaking of which, if you haven't see the movie yet..shame on you! Hehe. Go out and see it! Like now! Okay I'll stop and go on with my story. Feedback pleaseee! :)
She had kissed him. Elizabeth Swann-the Governer's daughter, and William Turner's fiancee-kissed a pirate. No, not just any pirate-she kissed Captain Jack Sparrow- for reasons she would never know. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that she would kiss Captain Jack Sparrow-let alone a pirate. But Jack Sparrow? She loves Will. Doesn't she? She was sure of it. Will was dependable, loyal, loving, caring..and a fine man. But Jack..he was freedom, excitement, humorous at times..and a good man. But the worse part of it? She enjoyed it. She wanted it. No-she didn't. She wanted Will. Jack's compass was wrong, regardless of what Jack said. Yes, Elizabeth wanted freedom, she would give Jack that. But she knew she didn't want him. Or did she? No, she didn't. Jack was a filthy, lying wretch. Then..why had she kissed him? A trick. It was a trick. To get him to the mast so she could chain him to his fate. And she had succeeded, claiming she had no regrets. Jack had deserved it. Hadn't he? Of course he did. He was a pirate after all. But, yet again, he wasn't like most pirates. He wasn't as heartless as other pirates were. But he was a pirate. And she killed him. She had seen the look in his eyes when she had chained him. A sly smile crept to his face. But she saw a hint of betrayal on his face. She had told him that she wasn't sorry. Bull. She knew it was bull. She had done the right thing. Hadn't she? The Kraken was after him-not them. She saved the entire crew, herself-and not to mention, Will Turner..in the sacrifice of their captain. Her heart ached. It ached more than she ever thought was possible. For a pirate. A filthy, dishonest, lying and heartless pirate. She didn't love him. It was impossible. Yet.. here she was. Crying, her heart breaking. For him. Why?
Elizabeth Swann sat in the riverhouse of Tia Dalma's, tears slowly falling down her cheeks. She sat in despair, in heartache, in agony, and in sorrow. She stared into the mug that Tia had given her and watched the mysterious liquid inside it. Rum. This made the pain even more traumatizing. Rum was Jack's signature. She looked up and watched as the crew--no..Jack's crew--softly murmured words to one another. Gibbs was standing on the "balcony" of the riverhouse that layed just outside of the door. Mr. Cotton and his parrot were sitting absently in a corner. Pintel and Ragetti sat next to each other in chairs beside a wall. Anamaria stood leaning against the bookcase. Tia strolled around the room. And Will.. Her heart ached again as her eyes travled to Will Turner. He sat in a chair by a table, throwing a knife repeatedly into it. She looked back down at her mug once more. She finally couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly ran out of her chair, pushing it violently as she stood, and stormed out of the house. Everyone stared at one another, their faces distraught. Will made an attempt to stand and follow her, but Tia placed a hand on his shoulder. She gave him a look that stated, "Let her go." His eyes responded as he sat back down. Gibbs walked back into the house to give her privacy. He closed the door quietly behind him. Gibbs looked sadly at Will, then his eyes traveled to each of the crew members. As they all returned his glance, he could see that their eyes were also pain-filled. Gibbs sighed heavily. He slowly lifted his mug to his face. Everyone looked up at him. Then they all took their mugs and did the same.
"To Jack Sparrow. There will never be another like him. To one of the most legandary pirates to ever sail the earth. May prayers be with him." he toasted. His eyes travled to the floor.
"May prayers be with him." the crew responded softly in unity. They all took a sip from their mugs.
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Elizabeth kicked the sand feircly with her bare feet. She had heard the toast Gibbs proposed. Her eyes flooded once more.
"May prayers be with him.." she choked. She attempted to sip from the glass, but the pain was too feirce that she couldn't eat or drink. In anger, she threw the mug into the tree beside the house. The mug shattered into peices. She then burried her face into her knees, her arms folded on them. She sobbed. Harder than she ever had in her life. She killled him. She killed the legandary Captain Jack Sparrow. To save her own skin. The pain inside her now was amost suicidal. Why was she feeling this much pain? She didn't love him. How could she? As her mind said this, her heart sank into her stomach. She sobbed again.
A/N: Oh, how short. I know! But this is JUST the begining! I promise, longer chapters in the future, mate. :) But I NEED reviews to update. So if you want more-it's really quite easy-just send me a review. :)