Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own any characters. Saving up money to buy Jack though. :D
The Little Trinket Box.
Jack stopped in front of the closed door, debating whether to go inside or not. He knew it was his last chance but he stopped as he heard singing from within.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me…" he pressed his ear against the door to his cabin. He cursed himself for giving it to her in the first place. It's only for one night, he reminded himself.
"We pillage, we plunder…we're really bad eggs…"
Jack blinked, his throat feeling oddly tight. He remembered that night with her, on the island, with her golden locks shining in the moonlight, dancing around the bonfire. She had actually laughed for him, then. Not smirks and sarcastic cackles for his expense. It was the only time he could ever remember her smiling at him, just smiling for the sake of expressing her happiness for the moment. Jack closed his eyes.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me…"
Jack opened the door, just a crack. Only a peek, he told himself, just this once. Then he could hide away until she left his ship, to go back to that cursed island where her husband had left her, only a year ago. He peeped through the crack. Just this once…
His eyes widened, when he saw Elizabeth sitting on his bed, her legs bare, in one of his shirts. He would never be able to wear that shirt again. Her slightly damp hair was a shining champagne color. She was leaning over a small wooden box. Jack felt a tug at his heart. She looked so beautiful, on his bed, in his shirt, on his ship. Jack swallowed painfully.
You've lost your chance with her, let her go, said a little voice in the back of his mind.
What if I don't want to let her go? Jack argued, his eyes roaming hungrily over her hunched figure. God, she was beautiful.
She will never be yours, she's married, to the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, no less…Don't you remember Jackie? They were married on this ship…right on the deck…
Jack shuddered silently. God, curse Elizabeth Turner for turning the one thing that gave him joy into a memory that caused him pain. He eyed her, half apprehensively as she turned out the objects in the little box. His jaws slackened slightly and his eyes started to sting.
Dozens of glittering, little trinkets fell out of it. Each piece he remembered clearly, each piece he had given to her. The piece of sea glass he had given to her on their island, the heart shaped stone Jack had found and then lost. One of his many rings and….a wooden sparrow and swan, intertwined together. Jack pressed closer to the door to get a better view. It was small, and the carvings looked intricate, even from his far view.
A sparrow and a swan, looking like they were about to take flight, together. Jack blinked rapidly as he felt hot pressure trying to escape his eyelids. No, he wouldn't cry over her, what they had lost, what they never had.
In the end, she had chosen William. She signed her own fate. Jack turned abruptly and stomped up the stairs, making no effort to keep quiet.
Inside the cabin, Elizabeth looked up from her tender musings. She saw the door opened, and knew immediately who had been there. She tilted her head wearily. She had chosen Will, she loved him. She needed to get back to her island; she only left for supplies after all.
But then, why did the thought of leaving Jack again make her so sad?
A/n
So how is it? The thought just came randomly when I was looking through my trinket box. :D Hope you like it. Rate and review! :D Hope it doesn't suck. :P
