Elizabeth and Will are happily courting, but when Jack returns they must help him, and Elizabeth will have to choose between the man she loves and the pirate that haunts her wildest dreams. Please Read and Review! I want to know what you think!
Wow…this is my first fanfic, so, dun be mad if it sucks….
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The sun was just barely beginning to sink behind the watery horizon as Elizabeth Swann sat on the balcony of her home watching it. She thought back a few months to when she'd been taken away on that very water, and the events that had followed. She remembered hearing the shot that brought down the once-cursed Captain Barbossa onto a pile of his own gold, and watching the life drain out of his body. She then remembered looking into Will's eyes and wishing with every fiber of her being that he would just take her in his arms and hold her there. Will, of course, was far to proper for that, for it would be very improper to hold another man's fiancé in such a way.
But Elizabeth was no longer betrothed to Commodore James Norrington. She'd made it quite clear on the day Jack escaped that her true feelings were for Will. They'd been courting ever since then, and it had been a wonderful few months. Every day, after he closed up the shop, Will would quickly wash off the grime of a blacksmith and then come to visit her. He was late today, not very common for Dear William.
It was at the mention of this pet name for Will that her thoughts drifted to another man, one she hadn't seen for months. Captain Jack Sparrow had wandered into her mind. She was surprised to realize how much she missed him. She missed the way he smirked, his slightly slurred speech, and the way he always seemed very under control, no matter what kind of fix he was in. Yet, she also missed his way of life, the carefree way he moved through the world. She shouldn't miss him so much, she reminded herself. After all, she was courting Will, not Jack. Wretched pirate, that's all he was…
She was woken from her reverie by a pair of strong yet gentle hands being placed softly on her shoulders. She turned quickly to meet Will's big brown eyes and handsome smile. All thoughts of Jack Sparrow were instantly banished from her mind as she remembered exactly why she loved Will. "Hello, Elizabeth," he whispered softly. "I've missed you terribly today." "And I you," she replied. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her face closer to his. He gently brushed his lips to hers, but only for a second, before he took her hand and they began their daily walk. When she asked him where he intended to lead her on this day, he replied, "Down to the harbor, for I've the strangest urge to see the water again, haven't you?" "More than you know," she replied softly. And so the two set off down the dusky path towards the water that called them so silently.
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"Where's th' rum?" Captain Jack Sparrow muttered in his sleep. He gently stirred and then woke. "Wha'…rum? Oh yes, morning'…lovely thing, morning, starts a new day and ya jus' never know what's at happen…" He was woken from his slightly philosophical state by AnaMaria bursting through his Cabin door and announcing (rather loudly) that there was a ship off to the West. "Ok love…" He mumbled. "Now, can ya give a man some time to wake up?" She glared at him, but obediently left. "Well, here's to another day" he said, lifting his rum.
Wow…this is my first fanfic, so, dun be mad if it sucks….
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The sun was just barely beginning to sink behind the watery horizon as Elizabeth Swann sat on the balcony of her home watching it. She thought back a few months to when she'd been taken away on that very water, and the events that had followed. She remembered hearing the shot that brought down the once-cursed Captain Barbossa onto a pile of his own gold, and watching the life drain out of his body. She then remembered looking into Will's eyes and wishing with every fiber of her being that he would just take her in his arms and hold her there. Will, of course, was far to proper for that, for it would be very improper to hold another man's fiancé in such a way.
But Elizabeth was no longer betrothed to Commodore James Norrington. She'd made it quite clear on the day Jack escaped that her true feelings were for Will. They'd been courting ever since then, and it had been a wonderful few months. Every day, after he closed up the shop, Will would quickly wash off the grime of a blacksmith and then come to visit her. He was late today, not very common for Dear William.
It was at the mention of this pet name for Will that her thoughts drifted to another man, one she hadn't seen for months. Captain Jack Sparrow had wandered into her mind. She was surprised to realize how much she missed him. She missed the way he smirked, his slightly slurred speech, and the way he always seemed very under control, no matter what kind of fix he was in. Yet, she also missed his way of life, the carefree way he moved through the world. She shouldn't miss him so much, she reminded herself. After all, she was courting Will, not Jack. Wretched pirate, that's all he was…
She was woken from her reverie by a pair of strong yet gentle hands being placed softly on her shoulders. She turned quickly to meet Will's big brown eyes and handsome smile. All thoughts of Jack Sparrow were instantly banished from her mind as she remembered exactly why she loved Will. "Hello, Elizabeth," he whispered softly. "I've missed you terribly today." "And I you," she replied. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her face closer to his. He gently brushed his lips to hers, but only for a second, before he took her hand and they began their daily walk. When she asked him where he intended to lead her on this day, he replied, "Down to the harbor, for I've the strangest urge to see the water again, haven't you?" "More than you know," she replied softly. And so the two set off down the dusky path towards the water that called them so silently.
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"Where's th' rum?" Captain Jack Sparrow muttered in his sleep. He gently stirred and then woke. "Wha'…rum? Oh yes, morning'…lovely thing, morning, starts a new day and ya jus' never know what's at happen…" He was woken from his slightly philosophical state by AnaMaria bursting through his Cabin door and announcing (rather loudly) that there was a ship off to the West. "Ok love…" He mumbled. "Now, can ya give a man some time to wake up?" She glared at him, but obediently left. "Well, here's to another day" he said, lifting his rum.