A/N: My first POTC ficlet...ok, it's a one shot.
I thought of this as I watched POTC and I even had a dream and in my dream, I was writing this.
I hope you like it, yes I know it's short, but I didn't want to drag it out; and it's Elizabeth's thoughts anyway.
So please RR and tell me what you think!!!
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He thinks I don't remember, but I do. I remember everything, every touch, every kiss, every act. I remember it all.
I know he thinks it was the rum, and that it clouded my thought and judgment, but it didn't. Rum set me free, free, he says that's what a ship is, freedom.
Rum was mine
For the first time in my life, I could love with out restraint, for the first time I could make love.
I could make love with that pirate on top of me, his lips burning me, marking me, claiming me as his own, even if it was for that short time.
The night was ours, it was mine and his, and he thinks I don't remember.
I know every word, I know every warning that he placed in my head, just before the pain hit and I cried out.
I remember the pain; I remember the tears, sweat and blood between my thies. I remember his apology.
I remember thinking that, that it may have been the first time that Captain Jack Sparrow had apologized to a woman and sincerely meant it.
I remember waking in the morning, to find my lover asleep, trying to sleep it off.
He thinks I don't remember, but as I lay in Will's arms, I do.
----End of "He Thinks I Don't Remember."-------
