Disclaimer – I don't own pirates, but I do think Captain Jack Sparrow has the hottest hair in the world. What can I say? Dreads are sexy
Authors Note - I deleted all my other stories, and probably will never continue them. Oh well, Cie La Vie!
Summary – Oh Lizzie knew she was a pirate, but she was his pirate and that was all that mattered.
Please be gentle, I didn't get a chance to edit this.
Oh she wasn't a good woman, this much Lizzie knew. She knew she wasn't as good as others liked to assume. After all, a good woman wouldn't be having indecent thoughts about another man.
No correction, a pirate.
A decent woman wouldn't be having indecent thoughts about a pirate that was not her betrothed. A decent woman in general wouldn't be having indecent thoughts about pirates in general.
Lizzie wasn't a good woman, but Elizabeth Swann was. A proper lady, with proper hygiene, proper manners, proper thoughts and feelings. Wearing proper clothing, saying proper things, doing proper activities that proper ladies do.
Elizabeth was a lady who was in love with her fiancé (who had a proper job, which did not involve anything illegal and immoral thank you very much) Yes Elizabeth Swann was a good lady through and through.
But Lizzie, oh she wasn't a proper lady at all. Wearing male clothing, stowing away on ships, blackmail, lying to those around her. Doing what she pleased the consequences be damned. She did things to her benefit and no one else's.
She was immoral, and she didn't care.
She was a pirate and she loved it.
Jack was immoral, and he didn't care.
Jack was a pirate, and he loved it.
Perhaps that's why it made it so much easier to revert from Elizabeth to Lizzie, to know that she was not alone, but that there was someone exactly like her. He knew the freedoms of doing what ever was necessary for his own personal gain. So did Lizzie.
They were kindred Spirits.
They were peas in a pod.
And that's why this killed her.
Not the fact she was taking another life. Not that she was betraying her captain. Not even the fact she was kissing another man and it felt so good, so right, so real and at the same time not.
No, it was the fact that he was she, and she was he. Two sides of the same coin. Killing him was like killing herself. Yet she knew he would do the same thing to her. That he would do it, and only feel the loss of a part of him, but would move on. He would do it because he was a pirate.
And so would she.
She felt herself slowly crack as she heard the click signaling that he was indeed, doomed to go down with his ship.
She was telling him that it was the only way. That it was after him, like she was explaining her actions to him, trying to make him not hate her, trying to make him know that he would do it too if it were her. But he already knew, and they were just false reassurances for her.
"Pirate" was the word that cut but at the same time forgave. She saw those deep eyes telling her that he would've done it too, and those gold teeth telling her to get it over with.
She got into the boat and felt the weight of will's gaze on her. She knew he knew, but he would never understand what she did. Not like jack. Never like Jack.
Because he's not Jack.
The groans of the ship being crushed and pulled under made her want to cry. But at the same time reassured her.
Pirate.
Oh Lizzie knew she was a pirate, but she was his pirate and that was all that mattered.
AN: so that was my first stab at a POTC fic, and I can't say I'm entirely pleased, but not entirely disappointed.
This came to me after watching the second movie and my crazy sleep depraved mind came up with this.
Tada?
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