"You're a good man, Jack." Her voice echoed in his memory as he watched her rearrange her graceful limbs into a more comfortable position.
If only she knew. If only she'd seen what being a good man could cost you. He was pondering their past after plundering her body, having pulled his trousers back on and wrapped her in his shirt so they could converse.
Stretched out on his bunk, gracing the dusty cabin with the gleam of lantern light on her skin, the noblewoman looked at home on the dusty velvet, draped in his least offensive of cotton shirts. She bounced her foot back and forth in the air, to the rhythm of some tune he could not hear.
"How is Will?" She asks of her Husband, who she hasn't seen for five long years now, and who the Pirate set out to find after their last encounter.
"Strange, powerful, needs a shave." The captain smirked, and she kicked out at him from the bunk, which he sidestepped to lean in and capture her exquisite mouth in a rum flavoured kiss. "He misses you, dearly."
"I miss him too." She sighs, as the pirate lays himself beside her, hooking his fingertips into the neckline of the shirt he pulled it down and pressed his lips to the base of her neck.
"Come with me, come find him." Jack whispered, stroking the soft hair that began her hairline and watching her dark eyes close to his words.
"And leave my child? And be with the two of you, together?"
"Liz, love, it's hardly proper for a lady of your station to suggest such things but if you were to insist-"
"Jack." She shuts him up with that sad tone. She's distant and empty, she's a siren left to dry out on land, it's a curse and a shame watching his Lizzie fade away.
"You could bring the boy?" It's a stale suggestion, he knows the answer before he's asked.
"Never. I'd never let him see his father like that, and I'd never put him in danger's way like that."
"You can't stay inland forever, love."
"Why not?"
"It's not in your nature."
Jack had seen enough of this world to know that there wasn't a woman alive who didn't share some blood with Calypso. He knew one taste of the wild brine of the sea spray on her face and she'd hear a call that would never quiet, a craving that couldn't be silenced until there were fathoms beneath her feet.
She doesn't argue, she knows he's right. Still, they have right now, they have tonight, and she's not nearly tired yet. She wraps her fingers around the back of his neck, pushing her fingers into his tangled hair and pulling his face closer to her own.
"Kiss me, Jack, help me forget."
He obliges, happily, and they move with the rocking of the ship, with the endless assault of the waves on the shore, with the tide pulling them farther and father out to sea.