Hey guys, this is my first Pirates fic. It's from Will's POV, so I don't know how I did. He's a hard character to write. I have another idea for a Norrington fic, so you might be seeing that soon. But in the meantime, if you like this one I have some others for Harry Potter and Hairspray. Anyways, Reviews are welcome and actually encourage me to write more, so please review and tell me how I did! Thanks, SingerChick
The Opportune Moment
The battle was won, the curse was broken, Barbossa was dead. So why did he feel as if they had lost? He knew why. He knew exactly why.
This entire sojourn had been in order to save a certain 'distressing damsel' as old Jack would say. Said woman was now engaged to another man, as of the early hours of the day. At least she would be happy.
The fair maiden walked over to where he stood near the cask of cursed medallions. Strange, really, how fairy tales seemed to be coming to life before his very eyes…
"We should return to the Dauntless," she said quietly. He felt his heart tear just a little more. Old Jack would have called this the opportune moment---and it was---because there was nothing he wouldn't give to hold her beautiful form in his rough blacksmith's arms, kiss her until both of them were breathless, and fall asleep knowing she would be right there when he woke up. There was just a tiny voice in his head that stopped him.
Down to the depths with his conscience and decency.
He could not in good grace profess his emotions for a woman, this woman, for whom he could never provide satisfactorily, aside from the fact that she was even now counting down the moments until she would be joined with another man in holy matrimony. Instead (though he felt it was an unfair trade), he gathered what was left of his resolve and tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice while he tried to push the words past the hard lump in his throat.
"Your fiancé will be wanting to know you're safe."
She smiled at him sadly and walked away, leaving him to stare longingly after her.
Jack, wearing a completely ridiculous crown and clutching several valuable objects (except that the rum bottle wasn't worth much as it was almost empty) sauntered drunkenly over to him. Handing him the almost-empty rum bottle, he leaned in close.
"If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it," he said matter-of-factly (or as matter-of-factly as he could when he was awash with good rum).
Don't I know it, he thought bitterly, swigging at the bottle in a defeated sort of way.
Well, please review. I want to know if I should bother writing another one!!