Lost soul

(Elizabeth & Jack Fanfic)

Chapter One: Looking Back All Those Years

By the light of a dim candle illuminating the room her exhaustion filled eyes showed blood red through the mirrors reflection as Elizabeth looked over her own, shaky font of black tear-smudged ink barely readable now. By now the tears had eased and any remainder of emotion had been absorbed and lay flat upon the sleeve she wore of a borrowed Captain's ardently rum stenched, damp shirt at least 5 sizes too loose for her, but it didn't bother Elizabeth. Only one topic haunted her mind and it swirled dizzily across her own head as she continued to write of the sick event and other matters trying to distract herself.

Elizabeth Swann, 4th January, 1896.

|I must sound so awfully silly writing all my emotions down by pen in this mere veneer of sadness. Its just like a story book of emotions. Isn't it? Father wouldn't have wanted to see me writing like this. He wouldn't have agreed at all; he never did think that women should write. Silly father.. silly silly father.. I miss you. -There was a smudge at this point on the page where the writing blurred with tears and was no longer visible for half a line or so. - You silly man.. ridiculous men. Pirates. I don't suppose I am one to speak in such a situation I find myself but it is awfully upsetting.. what I had to tell him. What he had the right to know. I imagine he's still drunk like this morning. Oh looking back.. If I hadn't of.. and.. shouldn't have.. - She had put the pen down after continuing for some time. There was no use. Nobody but her could read this and if the man she believed would read on he would only find himself all the more disappointed so there she found herself tearing the page out after that point, crumpling it up and throwing it out the window. There below lay misted waters to hide her upsets within a thousand more sorrows and there she found herself look before calling the name "Lizzy.." only once and turning away to her bed where she lay and begun again the endless wave of sorrow.|

Back then everything had been so easy, when she had first met him. When they had shared that first kiss, when she had felt all that loneliness she assumed was 'the worst feeling in the world' but she knew better now. Oh far better. There could be none worse a feeling then that which she felt now and what had made it worse was that below deck 24 bottles of rum had been divulged and left empty the night before. Just after she had bid that faithful, loving goodbye to William.. that one day in ten years – when she had found no other resolute, no home nor human kindness then herself and her saviour had brought her to this place. This ship, going back.. Oh.. It had been so.. very easy.

Jack smirked that trademark smile as his staggered air dis-boarded the hefty pearl. "Why.. Miss Swann, I believe? How should it happen that you happened to be here, the one place in which I – myself, Captain Sparrow had found place to disembark upon this one island in which you yourself found accompaniment preoccupying such a piece of beautiful.. sandy land hmm? How very convenient it is for us all!"

Elizabeth's face contorted into a forced frown. "Captain Sparrow?" She stepped slowly up to him, her head forced high into a swan like posture as she observed the man – slightly taller then her so she was forced to look up at him slightly.

The captain's smirk grew broader yet and into a fully pledged grin as he bowed lowly – taking off his hat for a second before replacing it. "So it is! And you have the extremely good fortune it seems, Lizzy – since you are indeed or do appear to be all on yer' little one'sies of sailing with my very good self! I do happen to have a very good place for you.." he patted his knee "in me cabin!" He laughed softly in a joking manner as he had many a time before with her though none the less she took it extremely seriously.

"Captain Sparrow you seem to be avoiding on every obvious perspective. I am in fact married!" She growled lightly under her breath. Jack gulped. Never had he seen a woman in his life so long faced as Lizzy. She did tend to be moody at times, being the woman of her class she was and he often felt as if he was below her when she spoke the way she did when she was angry.

"Come on Liz'beth.. can't miss this perfect opportunity now, can we mm? Your far too sensible a woman to think I of all people would take advantage in such a way!" He held his hand out politely for her to take in as captainish and gentlemanly a manner he could. Still she frowned. Elizabeth walked directly passed him in a non replying way, stubborn to him as if 'she' had been the one who had thought of the idea and boarded his ship – Master Gibbs stood behind Jack raised an eyebrow as Jack turned to watch her. What choice did she have? There was no other way off the island and Jack had obviously known she would be here and came to rescue her as such perhaps desiring somebody more to defend his ship. That must have been it. "Now that.." Jack pressed a hand half drunkenly over Gibbs' shoulder and leant on him "is how you treat a woman.. Master Gibbs!" Jack teased and begun to stagger much to Gibbs' amazement back up the gang plank closely followed by Gibbs.