Title: Annulled

Disclaimers: I don't own any pirate/ship and I don't wish to.
Genre: romance/adventure

Rating: PG for a little smut, not too much.
Summary/Set: Jack's busy with trying to fulfill the conditions of his marriage and he has to put up with the presence of Will, who holds clues to the location of the Fountain.

Pairing: Sparrabeth, Willabeth, Jack/Calypso.

"Where are ye goin?" Seeing that Elizabeth was trying to leave the cabin mere moments after stepping in with a bowl of cashewnuts for him, Jack jumped up from his table covered with all the different existing maps of South Florida that he could find. He'd been sitting there half the night, after Elizabeth has fallen asleep, the lamp was still flickering a little, he'd forgotten to put it out with the arrival of daylight.

"I have to load up a winch, I've seen a sheet not rigged right," Elizabeth tried to slip out the half open door, but Jack caught her by the shoulders and turned her towards him.

"Don't I have a crew to deal with such things?" Jack pulled her a little roughly against his warm, hard body.

"Yes, and I'm part of that crew..." Elizabeth started, but Jack put an arm around her waist, leaned her back and raised his other hand to lift her chin up for a long, lingering kiss, a hungry gesture that she couldn't help, but reciprocate, her body melting against his, her hands coming round his back.

It was one of those, hungry and desperate kisses that Jack oftentimes gave her these days, a sense of the depth of his feelings for her conveyed within it so much that they made the sensual, bodily experience of his body next to hers almost unimportant. Jack's eagerness surprised her though, for two reasons. First, they had celebrated their first anniversary last night, and that in true style, as if making up for everything they couldn't do on their wedding night because of Jack's indisposition. Secondly, she was surprised because over the last few months her husband had been too engulfed in the search of the Fountain Of Youth to be giving her much consideration.

The next surprise came with how quickly he scooped her up. She showed her disapproval of the early morning intimacy before breakfast by smacking him lightly in the chest.

Jack responded with a growl, telling of enticing desire, yet a little authoritative, his hazy eyes telling her he more like needed her, than wanted her at the moment. He stood on the same spot for a while, gazing at her, "yer simply wonderful," he whispered. Such wonder it is to have you, too, he added to himself. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day… you won't be able to resist and go for the freedom you don't find on the Pearl with me as husband. One day, you'll leave me. Holding onto her as if it was that day coming now, he sat her down gently on the table where there was a little space amongst all the papers. He straddled her knees and thrown his own shirt off before starting to undo hers.

She watched him at work, strangely, dreamily focused on the task of removing her clothes, his movements smooth as if she was a porcelain doll. At the sight, she couldn't hold herself back from running her fingers over his creole, chiseled stomach, those muscles that were so much more stronger than the unknowing onlooker would've thought.

On turn he traced parts of her he'd always found most alluring, her lips, her hair, the side of her face, her breasts, but soon forgot just concentrating on those and wanted to make his every bit of her. He was now nearly covering her, pushing her down atop his all so important maps. Realizing his mistake, he scooped her up again and carried her to the bed.

"What's going on, Jack?" She asked when his mouth finally parted from hers, "what's the haste?You can have me every night if you so wished."

He played with the rings on her fingers as he answered, "I know, but...don't you want a child Lizzie?"

Elizabeth laughed. It's not that she didn't wonder why it didn't happen so far, especially during the first few months of their marriage when they were constantly and consciously trying to entertain themselves with attempting to break their own records of how many times they were able to make love on the same day, but she felt young and there was no need for such responsibility in their dangerous and venturesome world. Not to mention imagining Jack as a father just didn't cypher in her mind. Not as if you could drag a child with you on your frequent visits to the bottom of the ocean, battles and jail cells. Or would want to. "Why would you want a child, Jack?"

Because only if you'd become pregnant, would our relationship be recognized as a marriage, because at this moment in time our so called wedlock has been annulled with the occasion of our so called first anniversary, because according to the damn world of law of the new colonies yer glorious former fiance had married us by, an annulled marriage is considered never to have existed! But because Elizabeth was not aware of this wonderful idea Will had imposed upon them, he could say neither of those things and neither could he say why he'd neglected her lately, why the fountain was so important. Cause how is he going to keep her? If he had the Youth Water, at least he could offer her something else enticing, additionally, he'd be full of life and vigor, surely he could give her a child then, tie her to himself to the extent that was even possible with a free spirit like her? Why does he want a child? No reason whatsoever, other than that of course. But he couldn't tell that either, so he was quite thankful for somebody knocking on the door, but not at all glad for the reason for the disturbance, as he found out in a moment's time.

Mr. Gibbs has long learned not to just burst in, not even in an emergency situation, in case he'd have to be embarrassed by what he'd seen and have to retreat. He only shouted through the door, "the Flying Dutchman's on the horizon."

Jack gulped. Will appearing on that very day, was no coincidence, that he was sure of.

Tbc