Title: Uncharted Waters
Author: Lilith Knight
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl or any of the characters therein. *smirks* I wouldn't be at all adverse to borrowing Jack for a few hours though.
Summary: Love is never simple, but some times it's more complicated than others. (Jack/Elizabeth/Will.)
Rating: R. There will be swearing and violence and sex. *laughs* All the good things in life.
Spoilers: Well, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, obviously.
Feedback: I'm terribly lazy. Reviews are encouragement. If you want more chapters... It only takes a few moments to click the button and leave a few words.
Comments: In my opinion, there aren't nearly enough fics with this threesome. This is my contribution.
Dedication: To everyone who saw the movie and fell in love with it.
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It had been six months since Jack Sparrow had almost met his death at the gallows, saved only by the timely intervention of an idealistic young blacksmith and his love, and he was happier than he could remember being in a very long time. After ten long years he had the Black Pearl back and, though it had taken some work, she was as good as new.
The loss of the Interceptor had left the Navy with nothing that could even come remotely close to catching her... a fact Jack was certain galled Norrington to no end. Especially considering the raids he and his crew had been making on merchant ships all over the Caribbean and beyond. The thought caused a small smile to pull at his lips.
His dark eyes swept across the deck, missing nothing. His crew was a hard-working lot, and there wasn't a single one he wouldn't trust at his back. He was taking no chances on a repeat of Barbossa's treachery. It was a lesson he had learned the hard way.
Still, he wasn't entirely content, and it was vexing. He had his ship, his freedom, and the entire ocean before him, not to mention the rather large stash of rum in his quarters. What more could he possibly want? That was the question, wasn't it? He stared out into the cloudless sky and blue waters surrounding him without really seeing any of it.
More and more, he found his thoughts straying to a young couple in a place that had nearly meant his death. Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann in Port Royal. 'Perhaps, I should pay them a visit.' Without his knowledge a devilish grin crept onto his features.
Gibbs sighed, having seen the expression. When Jack got that look on his face it never meant any good for anyone.
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Elsewhere, quite a distance away, on land, Will Turner was in the dimly lit workshop next to his house, laboring on one of his many commissions. Word had eventually gotten around as that he'd been the real talent in Brown's forge and business was good... for him at least. His former teacher, Brown, could often be found in a nearby tavern cursing him, loudly, for his success.
The hammer came down against the anvil with a final clang before Will set it aside and doused the glowing metal in a bucket of water. An angry hissing sound and then the piece of iron that would eventually become a sword could be set aside for the moment. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stretched before turning and walking out into the bright afternoon sun. Wincing at the light he shielded his eyes and began making his way up to the house.
A glimmer of sparkling blue caught his attention and he paused, turning to look at the sea. It really was beautiful. His thoughts then turned from the sea to a certain man who was likely sailing it this very moment. Captain Jack Sparrow.
The last they'd seen of him he'd been sailing away on the Black Pearl. It was not, however, the last they'd heard of him. Jack's exploits were becoming something of a legend. The rumors about him that had made their way back to Port Royal were shocking, outlandish, and just this side of believable. More than a few weren't repeatable in polite company. Knowing Jack, there was also more than likely a good bit of truth to them.
Will shook his head. He hated to admit it but he missed the flamboyant pirate. Life wasn't nearly as exciting without him around, but, on the other hand, there weren't people trying to kill him every few minutes, either. Still, he found himself feeling a wistful sort of longing for Jack's brazen remarks and engaging personality. During their time together he'd grown to like the man, despite himself, and the people he knew in town now dulled in comparison.
Sometimes he wondered if the time he and Elizabeth had spent on the sea, and with Jack, had ruined them for this life, left them bereft, yearning for something that they couldn't find the words to describe, but needed as much as water or air.
He knew that such musings were useless, however. They had each other and if their life was rather unexceptional, well, they were hardly alone.
Taking his gaze from the sea, he started again toward his home and his wife, Elizabeth, the love of his life. She made it difficult to be anything less than happy when he was with her, and whatever vague stirrings of dissatisfaction that arose when he was alone quieted in her presence. His quickened his steps.
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Elizabeth glanced at the clock that leaned against the wall. In a few minutes Will would be coming inside for lunch. Today it was roast chicken and some ripe, sliced tomatoes. She'd just set the plates and silverware on the table when she heard the door open and the quiet thuds of Will's boots as he made his way into the dinning room.
"Will!" She smiled brilliantly and embraced him, uncaring of the soot and perspiration that clung to him.
He looked uncomfortable and tried to gently detach her. "Don't. I'm still-"
"Must we go over this again?" she teased, cutting off his protest. "I don't mind a little sweat and dirt. Especially if it means I get to kiss my husband. I do get to kiss you, don't I? You're not planning to go back to pining for me from afar and calling me Miss Sw-"
This time it was Will's turn to cut her off as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her ardently.
"How was that, Mrs. Turner?" Will asked her, grinning when they parted to catch their breath.
"That was quite satisfactory, Mr. Turner. Now if you're kindly release me, we may dine."
Another grin appeared on his face, this one decidedly less innocent. "What if I told you I wasn't hungry for food?"
"William Turner! It's the middle of the afternoon!" Elizabeth attempted to look scandalized, even as the twitch of her lips betrayed her.
"That's never stopped us before. Besides, we can eat later." He nuzzled the area just under her ear.
"Well, when you put it that way..."
Several delightful hours later they'd vacated the bedroom and finished their lunch together. Now Will was back at work, and she was once again alone in the house, alone with her thoughts.
There were many more things to occupy her time as a blacksmith's wife than as a governor's daughter. Her main responsibility was to take care of the house, and she found she vastly preferred it over the pampered life she'd led up till now. There was something fulfilling about seeing everything clean and orderly and knowing it was her efforts that kept it that way.
Still, everything she needed to do had been done. This was unfortunate as, more often of late, with nothing to distract her, she'd end up curled upon the cushions of the window seat, staring out the glass at the glittering waves, and brooding.
Something was missing, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. She loved Will, and their life together was more wonderful than she ever dreamed it would be. It wasn't enough.
A sigh escaped from deep within, and she absentmindedly smoothed the wrinkles out of the simple cotton dress she wore as she settled herself. She looked out the window, and, for a fleeting instant, she could have sworn she saw black sails, but, no, that was wishful thinking.
It would be sheer stupidity to sail into Port Royal on the Black Pearl in broad daylight, and, while Captain Jack Sparrow was many things, stupid was not one of them.
'Where are you, Jack?' Elizabeth wondered silently. He could be anywhere really. When they'd been marooned on that island by Barbossa he'd told her his ship was freedom, and, despite the fact that he'd been terribly drunk at the time, she'd known what he said was the truth.
In a way, she envied him. Though she was freer now than she'd ever been living with her father, the rules of society still bound her like invisible shackles. On a ship with pirates it hadn't mattered how she proper acted, but afterwards it had, and going back to her normal life had been like wearing a corset, painfully restricting.
Her adventure had left her with a craving for excitement, something that had been largely denied her ever since. Shaking her head, she rose and turned away from the window, resolving to stop thinking about it, or at least try to. There was no use in dwelling on things she couldn't change.
TBC...
Author: Lilith Knight
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl or any of the characters therein. *smirks* I wouldn't be at all adverse to borrowing Jack for a few hours though.
Summary: Love is never simple, but some times it's more complicated than others. (Jack/Elizabeth/Will.)
Rating: R. There will be swearing and violence and sex. *laughs* All the good things in life.
Spoilers: Well, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, obviously.
Feedback: I'm terribly lazy. Reviews are encouragement. If you want more chapters... It only takes a few moments to click the button and leave a few words.
Comments: In my opinion, there aren't nearly enough fics with this threesome. This is my contribution.
Dedication: To everyone who saw the movie and fell in love with it.
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It had been six months since Jack Sparrow had almost met his death at the gallows, saved only by the timely intervention of an idealistic young blacksmith and his love, and he was happier than he could remember being in a very long time. After ten long years he had the Black Pearl back and, though it had taken some work, she was as good as new.
The loss of the Interceptor had left the Navy with nothing that could even come remotely close to catching her... a fact Jack was certain galled Norrington to no end. Especially considering the raids he and his crew had been making on merchant ships all over the Caribbean and beyond. The thought caused a small smile to pull at his lips.
His dark eyes swept across the deck, missing nothing. His crew was a hard-working lot, and there wasn't a single one he wouldn't trust at his back. He was taking no chances on a repeat of Barbossa's treachery. It was a lesson he had learned the hard way.
Still, he wasn't entirely content, and it was vexing. He had his ship, his freedom, and the entire ocean before him, not to mention the rather large stash of rum in his quarters. What more could he possibly want? That was the question, wasn't it? He stared out into the cloudless sky and blue waters surrounding him without really seeing any of it.
More and more, he found his thoughts straying to a young couple in a place that had nearly meant his death. Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann in Port Royal. 'Perhaps, I should pay them a visit.' Without his knowledge a devilish grin crept onto his features.
Gibbs sighed, having seen the expression. When Jack got that look on his face it never meant any good for anyone.
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Elsewhere, quite a distance away, on land, Will Turner was in the dimly lit workshop next to his house, laboring on one of his many commissions. Word had eventually gotten around as that he'd been the real talent in Brown's forge and business was good... for him at least. His former teacher, Brown, could often be found in a nearby tavern cursing him, loudly, for his success.
The hammer came down against the anvil with a final clang before Will set it aside and doused the glowing metal in a bucket of water. An angry hissing sound and then the piece of iron that would eventually become a sword could be set aside for the moment. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stretched before turning and walking out into the bright afternoon sun. Wincing at the light he shielded his eyes and began making his way up to the house.
A glimmer of sparkling blue caught his attention and he paused, turning to look at the sea. It really was beautiful. His thoughts then turned from the sea to a certain man who was likely sailing it this very moment. Captain Jack Sparrow.
The last they'd seen of him he'd been sailing away on the Black Pearl. It was not, however, the last they'd heard of him. Jack's exploits were becoming something of a legend. The rumors about him that had made their way back to Port Royal were shocking, outlandish, and just this side of believable. More than a few weren't repeatable in polite company. Knowing Jack, there was also more than likely a good bit of truth to them.
Will shook his head. He hated to admit it but he missed the flamboyant pirate. Life wasn't nearly as exciting without him around, but, on the other hand, there weren't people trying to kill him every few minutes, either. Still, he found himself feeling a wistful sort of longing for Jack's brazen remarks and engaging personality. During their time together he'd grown to like the man, despite himself, and the people he knew in town now dulled in comparison.
Sometimes he wondered if the time he and Elizabeth had spent on the sea, and with Jack, had ruined them for this life, left them bereft, yearning for something that they couldn't find the words to describe, but needed as much as water or air.
He knew that such musings were useless, however. They had each other and if their life was rather unexceptional, well, they were hardly alone.
Taking his gaze from the sea, he started again toward his home and his wife, Elizabeth, the love of his life. She made it difficult to be anything less than happy when he was with her, and whatever vague stirrings of dissatisfaction that arose when he was alone quieted in her presence. His quickened his steps.
************************************************************************************
Elizabeth glanced at the clock that leaned against the wall. In a few minutes Will would be coming inside for lunch. Today it was roast chicken and some ripe, sliced tomatoes. She'd just set the plates and silverware on the table when she heard the door open and the quiet thuds of Will's boots as he made his way into the dinning room.
"Will!" She smiled brilliantly and embraced him, uncaring of the soot and perspiration that clung to him.
He looked uncomfortable and tried to gently detach her. "Don't. I'm still-"
"Must we go over this again?" she teased, cutting off his protest. "I don't mind a little sweat and dirt. Especially if it means I get to kiss my husband. I do get to kiss you, don't I? You're not planning to go back to pining for me from afar and calling me Miss Sw-"
This time it was Will's turn to cut her off as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her ardently.
"How was that, Mrs. Turner?" Will asked her, grinning when they parted to catch their breath.
"That was quite satisfactory, Mr. Turner. Now if you're kindly release me, we may dine."
Another grin appeared on his face, this one decidedly less innocent. "What if I told you I wasn't hungry for food?"
"William Turner! It's the middle of the afternoon!" Elizabeth attempted to look scandalized, even as the twitch of her lips betrayed her.
"That's never stopped us before. Besides, we can eat later." He nuzzled the area just under her ear.
"Well, when you put it that way..."
Several delightful hours later they'd vacated the bedroom and finished their lunch together. Now Will was back at work, and she was once again alone in the house, alone with her thoughts.
There were many more things to occupy her time as a blacksmith's wife than as a governor's daughter. Her main responsibility was to take care of the house, and she found she vastly preferred it over the pampered life she'd led up till now. There was something fulfilling about seeing everything clean and orderly and knowing it was her efforts that kept it that way.
Still, everything she needed to do had been done. This was unfortunate as, more often of late, with nothing to distract her, she'd end up curled upon the cushions of the window seat, staring out the glass at the glittering waves, and brooding.
Something was missing, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. She loved Will, and their life together was more wonderful than she ever dreamed it would be. It wasn't enough.
A sigh escaped from deep within, and she absentmindedly smoothed the wrinkles out of the simple cotton dress she wore as she settled herself. She looked out the window, and, for a fleeting instant, she could have sworn she saw black sails, but, no, that was wishful thinking.
It would be sheer stupidity to sail into Port Royal on the Black Pearl in broad daylight, and, while Captain Jack Sparrow was many things, stupid was not one of them.
'Where are you, Jack?' Elizabeth wondered silently. He could be anywhere really. When they'd been marooned on that island by Barbossa he'd told her his ship was freedom, and, despite the fact that he'd been terribly drunk at the time, she'd known what he said was the truth.
In a way, she envied him. Though she was freer now than she'd ever been living with her father, the rules of society still bound her like invisible shackles. On a ship with pirates it hadn't mattered how she proper acted, but afterwards it had, and going back to her normal life had been like wearing a corset, painfully restricting.
Her adventure had left her with a craving for excitement, something that had been largely denied her ever since. Shaking her head, she rose and turned away from the window, resolving to stop thinking about it, or at least try to. There was no use in dwelling on things she couldn't change.
TBC...