Oh... hi... -looks around terrified- well.. I got out of my JackXElizabeth slump.. which I explained in an apology thingy that I will erase as soon as I get up the next chapter for that story. However, I'm still inexplicably stuck with my very slow progressing fanfic. Whaat? Geez..okay I'm getting to that! Just stop hitting me! -sigh- Last night at midnight Elizabeth and Jack very rudely woke me up and pushed me over the side of my bed, and my bed doesn't have a parking lot of space on either side. Those two weren't too happy with the position I left them in. Of course, when my Council calls, I must answer, no matter how much I hate taking that oath right now. So here you go.
Disclaimer: I like to pretend I own them, but the more plausible scenario is that they own me.
If you looked in the blue, paradise-like Caribbean ocean, you would find Jack Sparrow, leaning on the helm and sighing well into his third hour of helm duty.
It feels like it's been six hours, Jack thought sourly. Time had been going twice as slow lately, he supposed since Beckett was finished. He hadn't noticed when Father Time had first started dragging his feet, but it was getting to be unbearable. Jack's mind slowly wandered towards that day, trying to figure out for himself when this had begun. It was definitely slow parting ways and sailing towards the sun, he mused. But I thought that was because of bad winds? Okay, thinking back farther...
..leaving those two at the island.
Bugger, didn't want to think about that... but time was doing funny things at that point, because when Lizzie hugged me it seemed like it was forever, but then it was over too fast.. and then leaving was way too quick..and I remember asking myself when the eunuch had learned to French if he was English... Bugger! Didn't want to dwell on that either, especially since I didn't want him kissing her...
Jack cursed silently to himself and let out a soft groan. I was only being protective because I had kissed her, he repeated in a silent mantra.
It wasn't working. Strangely undaunted, the stubborn pirate continued turning the clock backwards. Anything was better than this hollow-headed turtle-time. Maybe going back to the immediate aftermath will help... Lizzie saying a short goodbye on the boat. I really don't want to relive that... but right afterwards when she was leaving it seemed slow...like girls-running-slow-motion time..
A lantern above his head gave a slight flicker as Jack's face twisted into a 'Eureka' realization moment.
But! He said in his head, starting to ramble, it wasn't slow before that, and every time after it was either too fast or too slow!
Jack was so irrationally proud of himself that he couldn't help the slight lift in his lips and the almost manic glint in his dark eyes. But the revelation still didn't solve his problem. Time still felt slow, and Lizzie still wasn't on the Black Pearl. Clenching his jaw in a determined line, he began spinning the ship at a treacherous degree. Time was going to run normally for him whether it wanted to – or not. He preferred not. It was more fun that way.
-wipes forehead- I didn't have this prewritten like I did for some of the others, so it was hard. After the mantra part, it sort of went downhill. I'm also extremely ashamed of myself. I pride myself on having chapters that are much longer than this.
Going insane,
Jade