AWAKENINGS
DISCLAIMERS: Mr. Mouse and his whole crew own all the characters in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies.
This is my take on the resurrection of Jack Sparrow in the third Pirates of the Caribbean film. Also, I am a Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann shipper fan; ye be warned.
This story will only be a few chapter's, 2 or 3, unless the writer's bug really takes a bite out of me.
Chapter 1 : Finding Jack
Elizabeth Swann paced back and forth on the top deck of the recently raised Black Pearl, waiting for someone to tell her if Jack was somewhere aboard the ship. She had been ordered, commanded like a little girl to stay above, while they searched. Because she dreaded what could or could not be found, she complied.
He has to be here. He went down with his Pearl.
Will, Barbossa and Mr. Gibbs, as well as the other crew members that had swung aboard the Pearl from the Wicked Lady, Barbossa's brigantine, to search the ship from prow to stem and top deck to hold, were quickly moving about. Considering the Pearl had been below the sea and appeared to be ripped apart by the Kraken, it was in remarkable condition. It was, as if, it had never suffered such a terrible fate.
Whatever powers that is involved with all of this; I question it not.
Elizabeth continued to pace, growing more and more agitated.
It has only been minutes, but it seems like forever.
She saw Mr. Gibb's appear and stopped her pacing, "Anything?" Elizabeth asked him.
"Nothin'," he responded, "Pre'haps Will or Barbossa has found him?"
"I don't trust Barbossa. You don't kill a man and expect him to hold no grudge about it."
No truer words spoken. I wonder if Jack will hold a grudge. I cannot blame him if he does.
Elizabeth took a deep, shuddering breath, as she saw Barbossa appear before her.
"I found naught a hide or hair o' Jack." He told both of them. "Let's hope dear Mr. Turner has better luck."
Elizabeth and Mr. Gibbs stared hard at him, trying to determine if he told the truth or not.
"I swear on me own dams grave; I did not find Jack." He reiterated, after enduring their scrutiny for a few seconds.
Elizabeth heard Mr. Gibbs mutter, "As if you knew who she was.", and tried not to nervously giggle at it. Barbossa must have heard his comment, for he bared his teeth in a wicked grin, the kind a wild animal would give, before it tried to rip your throat out.
"Enough, we have an accord, at least until we have found Captain Sparrow." Elizabeth said, standing between the two pirates.
Barbossa looked at Mr. Gibbs, "It seems the young Miss is hard press to find ol' Jackie boy. One must wonder why that be?"
Just as Elizabeth or Mr. Gibbs could give a response, they heard shouting. Turning towards the noise, they saw a few members of the crew that they had picked up in Tortuga, waiving and pointing towards the door leading to one of the lower decks.
She saw Will, Ragetti and Pintel appear. It seemed they were juggling a large object between them, as they came through the hatch.
"Jack," Elizabeth whispered, "you found Jack."
What is wrong with him?
They continued to carry Jack, while Mr. Gibbs yelled, "Take him to the Captain's quarters!"
Elizabeth ran ahead and opened the cabin door, watching as they carried in Jack and carefully placed him on the bed.
"Why isn't he moving, what is wrong with him?" she frantically questioned Will. He walked over and placed his arms around her, tucking her head beneath his chin.
"I believe we might have been too late." he pulled her closer. "Tia Dalma said we only had limited time to find him."
Elizabeth pushed away from Will, "No," turning back to Jack's still form, "we cannot be too late. We did everything Tia Dalma said we should!"
"Elizabeth, we tried our best, but it was not meant to be." Will took her hands, forcing her to look at him. "Jack will go down in myth and legend, he will live forever."
She pulled her hands free and chocked back her tears.
It could not be for nothing. I did everything; everything I was supposed to do.
"Elizabeth," he asked, "cry, if you must. But accept what is."
"Will, you don't…" she began, but was interrupted by Barbossa.
"I believe the young Missy needs a moment or two, to put herself all right and proper, don't ye think?"
I never thought I could be glad of Barbossa's interruption.
"Poor ol' Jack," Pintel began, placing a hand over his heart, "he was a good Captain."
Ragetti joined in with, "Aye, even though we mutinied on him and left him to die on that small island.", as he rubbed his wooden eye.
His comment got him a glare from Elizabeth, Will and Mr. Gibbs; Barbossa only smirked.
Mr. Gibbs approached the bed and looked down at Jack. "Aye," he said, "he was the best Captain." Mr. Gibbs saluted Jack and took a deep swig of rum from his ever present leather flask; he always kept around his neck.
"Aye." Elizabeth echoed, beneath her breath, before turning to Will, "As much as I hate to agree with Captain Barbossa, please Will, let me have a few moments to say good-bye."
I need time to make my peace; please Will, let me have this time.
"Alright," he capitulated, "I will give you time. I will be outside should you have need of me." He took her hands again, "Jack would want us to go on and live our lives as best we can."
Elizabeth shook her head, seeming to agree, but was not sure if she could go on as if nothing had happened.
To marry Will and live a life without Jack in it. It seems so bleak. I never realized the spark he brought to my life. A spark I didn't know I was missing, a spark I don't feel with Will. No, I love Will; I'm just tired and grieving; not thinking correctly.
Mr. Gibbs motioned to Ragetti and Pintel, indicating they should leave. Once they left, Mr. Gibbs followed. After a moment, Barbossa walked towards the door, to leave, but turned to look at her one last time.
"Aye, a moment ye need with him," he looked her up and down, "but why I be asking meself?" With a smirk, he followed the others out.
"Are you sure Elizabeth?" Will asked, "Would you like me to stay with you?"
"No," she responded, rubbing her eyes, "no, I will be fine."
Why is Will giving me such a strange look?
"I'll be fine, perfectly fine. I promise."
"Alright," Will gently kissed her forehead, "I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you." She whispered, but she couldn't look at him. He hesitated a moment, before leaving the cabin, closing the door quietly behind him.
I think he was waiting for me to return his kiss, but I can't, not in front of Jack.
Alone in the cabin, surrounded by Jack's things, she quietly walked over to his still form and took a seat on the bed next to him. Taking one of his hands in hers, she unthinkingly kissed his palm.
So cold, so very cold. Jack should be warm.
"Oh Jack," she whispered, "don't leave me."
Elizabeth Swann, daughter of a Governor, engaged to Will, a good man, and, at heart a pirate, wept over the body of Captain Jack Sparrow; pouring out all her heartache and sorrow, clutching his hand in hers and laying her head upon his unmoving chest.
Don't leave me Jack.
To Be Continued…