Author's Note- Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! I've been so busy I didn't have the time to write. I'm going to have a lot more time on my hands now, so I won't disappear for so long anymore! Maybe. Ever forget how to spell a word? Yeah, I just forgot how to spell maybe. I had to look it up. Just thought you'd want to know.
Summary- All she needed at the moment was to find Jack, the only person she could possibly see helping her with her current situation.
Rating- Mature for sexual themes
Curiosity is A Fickle Thing:
Tomorrow Night
It took quite a bit of time, (and drinks), for Jack to get rid of the massive headache in his brain. He hadn't really given Elizabeth an answer, besides incoherent mumbling, and she followed him around closely like a faithful dog. Any time now, she was going to start sprouting fur and nipping at his heels.
"You can't avoid me for the rest of the night, Jack." Speaking of nipping at his heels…
Jack grunted in reply and waved at a passing woman to bring him another drink. So says you, he thought.
"You don't even want to know why I asked? I know you better than you think I do and unless you're not the Captain Jack Sparrow, you're curiosity is getting to you," Elizabeth taunted quietly, hooking an arm around his to keep him from running off. Jack eyed her before pulling out of her grasp. "Ye usually elaborate without me askin' anyway," He replied.
Elizabeth smirked. He was right.
--
Somehow, in an odd turn of events, Jack had allowed Elizabeth to pull him out of the tavern and they were now strolling down the pitiful excuse for a beach. And somehow, Jack was having a good time.
"So Will didn't get ye pregnant," He began to repeat what she had been explaining, chucking a rock a little smaller than his fist as far as he could.
"No."
"And you feel like ye need to be to make him happy. So it doesn't feel like ye wasted ten years of yer lives and all the wishy-washy things like that."
"Yes."
"So you've come to me in an attempt to conceive."
"I don't see how this is so confusing," Elizabeth pouted, picking up a rock of her own and running her hands over its smooth surface. Jack watched her, thoughtfully. "It's not confusing," He assured her, "I'm just thinking it over."
Looking up, Elizabeth smiled. At least he was considering the request.
"Though I think it would be smarter to find a man who looks a bit more like yer beloved than me," Jack added. "If I'm going to sleep with someone other than Will, I'd rather it be someone whom I know and trust," She replied.
"I'm flattered," Jack genuinely smiled, "but hell, even that rat with the wooden eye would do better than me. Sandy colored hair, thin as a broom and twice as tall. Ye know him and I think ye trust 'im."
Elizabeth made a face and Jack completely understood. Not everyone could be as handsome as he was.
"Look, Lizzie, I'm not…I'm not the type to want children, especially if I'm not really going to be known as the father," He told her quietly. "It's just going to be made into a huge mess. A secret isn't kept well unless only one person knows it. Knowing me I'll get drunk off me ass one night and blab to the whole crew, possibly even the eunuch himself."
"And if you do I'll tell Will the truth," Elizabeth replied. "The only one in danger will be me."
"Have you ever seen a man who's just learned that his wife's been fooling around? The woman usually isn't the first one he blames," Jack retorted. "Will's too protective to be that angry with you but I've given him plenty of ammunition to kill me with over the years."
Defeated, Elizabeth sighed. "I'm sorry. I never should have brought this up," She concluded.
"Never be sorry for something ye want dearly," Jack replied. "Ye act like I've already made my decision." The woman before him shifted her weight from one foot to the other, waiting for him to continue. She knew when she shouldn't interrupt.
"I must admit that the thought of sleeping with ye is very, very tempting," He said with a smirk. "Has been since I met ye, but ye know that. Yer beautiful." At this, Elizabeth blushed, something that happened very rarely anymore. "I guess I have very little to lose. I get sex, you get a child that I won't claim, Will is overjoyed that he actually isn't a eunuch. That last bit is sort of a turn-off since I won't be able to use his name anymore and mean it, but I guess that's the only thrashing I'll receive, so long as everything goes as planned."
Elizabeth crossed her fingers behind her back.
"So I suppose, as long as you realize that I'm not doing this for anything but pleasure, that I can go through with it."
And suddenly the wind was knocked out of him as the small woman before him launched herself onto him and squeezed in a chocking type of hug. "Thank you," She squealed. Before he lost his balance and they ended up in a pile on the sand, Jack grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off of him.
"Ye're gonna have to promise me something if we're actually going to do this," He said, getting his bearing back.
"Anything."
"Don't ever do that again."
With a laugh and a nod, the deal was sealed.
--
Trotting back into town with Elizabeth on his arm, Jack looked more dignified than before, despite the fact that the only reason she was holding onto him was because he was starting to get even dizzier than before.
"Jack! Oh, Jacky!" Bimbo number one called in a high-pitched, annoying voice. Bimbo number two trailed along behind, nervously fiddling with her dress. "I found her. Can we go now?"
Elizabeth observed the women closely and found herself wondering if that's what Jack thought of her: just something to toy around with.
"You promised me Jack," The first blonde reminded him. "Right before you went to talk to your friend, you said you would let us entertain you tonight." That's when she gained the most pitiful pout. "You wouldn't break a promise to me, would you?"
Jack glanced at Elizabeth then at the two women. Elizabeth could see that she was losing badly, not able to compete with the interesting combinations of two women and a man, so she let go of him. "Go on. You promised, no matter how little that matters," She said flatly, not pleased nor hurt. Jack hadn't promised to be faithful and she hadn't asked for it. He never would have agreed with had that condition been thrown in the mix.
"Tomorrow night," Jack promised as the whore dragged him along the path and out of sight.
