Title: Teardrops

Chapter: 3/5

Rated:R

Author: desiringpirates

Betas: hlmiwait and sepira

Special thanks to: Florencia7

Summary: Elizabeth Turner,alone and scared, settles into a small village known to house retired pirates. Little does she know, six months before she arrived, Captain Jack Sparrow had settled there- with his wife.
Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth, Jack/ Original Character
Notes: Credit, inspiration and dedications for this story goes to the wonderful video maker at youtube, CopiPan. Her video/storyline "Teardrops" inspired this.

/watch?v1iGkFtjfc8U

Notes: Concrit is not welcomed. Sorry, I just don't care about it and I don't read it.

But to note: did the spaces between the ..., not me.

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Chapter Three

"No. Stay in bed." Jack grumbled, pulling his wife back down into bed. He locked an arm around her waist, holding her against his side.

Rebecca laughed. "But I have to go open the shop!" She giggled as her husband nestled his head into her neck. "I've already missed three days, I can't have Marie run the shop..."

Jack kissed her neck, right below her ear. Rebecca mewled, wrapping her arms around her husband's shoulders. Moving to be on top, Jack ran his hands down her sides and undid her belt. Rebecca made a small sound of protest. Jack kissed her full lips, and silenced her.

"I've been thinking."

Rebecca giggled. "You've been doing that a lot lately. You sure your addled brain can take anymore?"

Jack grabbed her lips with his two fingers and shushed her. "Ye know tha' extra room we have?"

Rebecca nodded.

"How about we fill it?" Jack smiled, letting go of his wife's lips and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. He noticed a tear drop out of her eye, and reached down to kiss it away. "What about it?"

Rebecca smiled brightly, and gripped Jack's shoulder's tighter. "Marie can open the shop."

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One boot in front of the other... Elizabeth closed her eyes tight against the pain. It had been a long while since she drank like that. Does the sun have to come up?

The sun was high, being broken only by lush branches. Elizabeth savored the little shadows, scooting to purposely hit them.

Soon, the activity of the small town was before her. Looking up and trying to locate a candle shop, she spotted one and rushed over; desperate to get home where it was quiet.

A small bell jingled as Elizabeth opened the door, alerting the two young woman behind a counter that a customer had arrived.

"Becky?" A pretty young brunette turned around. "Oh!" And she pushed her glasses up on her nose. "Hello, how may I help you?"

Elizabeth smiled. "I'm just looking around. I seem to find myself stumbling in darkness."

The brunette smiled. "Well, if you need help just come and tap me on the shoulder."

Elizabeth nodded, and went to wander around the small storefront. The smell of warm wax was over powering, but pleasant as some of the candles were mixed with perfume. Knowing pirates, it was stolen and sold to who ever ran this shop.

"In bed again?" A blonde behind the counter sighed.

"Seems that way. Of course, with that in her bed, why would Rebecca want to leave?"

"True. I wouldn't want to leave that Captain all cold."

Elizabeth's ears seemed to perk up and she continued to listen on to the women's conversations.

The brunette giggled, and moved to two melting pots, picking up a string and dipping a small pillar of wax into it. "I think they are sweet together. I just hope he lets her come up for air, she does have a business to run."

"You know Jack. He most probably wants something and is doing his way of 'sweet talking' to get it."

"Hmmm. I wonder what his thank you is when he does."

Elizabeth listened more closely now, upon hearing Jack's name. This little village was small enough that there was probably only one young couple named Jack and Rebecca.

"At any rate, I wish she would come in. 'Cause once Rebecca walks through that door, I am going to take three days and lay in bed with my husband."

The blonde laughed. "Maybe not your husband?"

The brunette smiled. "Maybe the barkeep. Do you need any help?"

Elizabeth jumped at the realization that the young brunette was standing right by her, and blushed. "Uh, I'm sorry. Do you have any lanterns, or oils?"

"Oils we have. Lanterns I suggest going to the smithy store and purchasing. But no worries, my husband gives fair prices, and has been known to knock off a few shillings for a pretty woman."

"Or any woman." The blonde quipped.

The brunette shot her friend a cold look, but laughed and turned back to Elizabeth. She smiled as she led her over to the shelf of oils, letting Elizabeth pick and choose.

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Now laden with a small sack of oils, Elizabeth made her way down to her small cottage. Thoughts raced through her mind, thoughts of a pirate captain that use to stare at her with heated onyx eyes. Elizabeth shivered, feeling her body tense at the memories of all his offers.

Married. He's married.

Elizabeth continued down the trail until she reached the small cluster of homes that she resided in. Small children were running around, playing with hoops and balls. Older woman knelt in their gardens, while there were some men suffering from too much drink, lazing about in the sun. Elizabeth smiled at the picturesque scene.

Then, to her right, she saw a door open and a pretty red head walk out, followed by a darker creature. Elizabeth stopped, watching as a wife tip toed up to kiss her husband on his lips.

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Jack watched as his wife walk down the small path in their yard, then looked up to see Elizabeth start and hurriedly walking to her home.

"Elizabeth-" he called out without thinking twice. The beautiful blonde stopped and looked over at him, following his hand signals to come over.

"Hello, Jack."

Jack nodded at her, and invited her inside. Elizabeth stepped carefully in, looking around the small house cautiously.

"You have a nice home."

Jack smirked. "I can't wait to leave it."

Elizabeth looked at him, not surprised. "Miss the sea?"

"It's been over a year. I'm beginning to hate this place. Of course, I can't leave without Rebecca and she is adamant about staying her with her shop." Jack led Elizabeth to a seperate room.

The room looked more like an store than an actual live-in room. Two desks were pushed against walls, stands and shelves full of books and maps filled the walls, and on small tables there were navigational instruments. All were made by Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Your business, then?"

"Have to do something to keep me mind from going. Make a pretty penny too." Jack pushed a chair out and sat down, then opened up a drawer in one desk. He rummaged around in it, and pulled out a wrapped package. "I think this belongs to you."

Elizabeth looked at the worn, brown package and reached out.

"Found it on the Pearl one day. Well, before Barbossa took it from me. Bastard." He hissed under his breath, but then shrugged his shoulders. "Thought ye might like it back though."

"Why did you think you'd see me again?"

Jack smirked. "Because you're you and I'm me." He stated it like it was a suitable answer. And to Elizabeth, it was.

Elizabeth smiled as she unwrapped the package. Then she grinned. "It's my hat." She pulled out the weather-worn tri-corn and looked at it fondly. She remembered successfully stealing it from the captain of the ship she had stowed away on, on her way to Tortuga to look for the man who stood in front of her now. "I'd never thought I'd see this again."

"A good King never goes without his-er, her hat." Jack stated, reaching up to touch his beloved chapeau.

"You kept this for me?" Elizabeth asked softly, tears starting to rim her eyes.

"Aye." Jack gave her a small smile.

Without thinking, Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight.

"Thank you."

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The pretty blonde turned and waved to him, wearing that old cap on her head and smiling like a fool. Jack was ecstatic inside that she loved the gift.

He continued to watch her walk to her little shack, and once she was safely inside- since that was what ye were doing, just making sure she got back safe 'n sound - then softly closed the door to his own little house.

He walked across the wooden floors, missing the tilt and swerves of a deck. He missed the sea spray on his clothes, he missed ordering men about- hell, he even missed the smell of men who hadn't washed in a month! ... Or ever.

If I had taken that oppurtunity, I'da been on deck still. Pirate lass on me side and me ship in me hands.

Then I wouldn't have Rebecca.

Jack grimaced. He did love his wife. Loved her with all he had, which surprised Jack as much as anyone else. He even gave up sailing so that she could stay with her business.

But he missed the freedom of the ocean. And, as much as he didn't want to admit it to her, he missed Elizabeth too. She was always a vibrant, spriteful youth. Jack from time to time thought back on that missed opportunity, that missed embraced that he wanted to take. Yet, it was in the past, and he was now in the future.

Some future. He sighed, fingering a small ship stuck inside a bottle. It looked as he felt- trapped, alone, and no sea to sail on. Jack mentioned to Becca at least twice a day of going out to sea. She always refused; ignored him or lately, made fun of the idea.

Jack grabbed rum and sat back in his chair, legs up on the desktop and map of the South China sea.

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Elizabeth sat, now able to see where she was sitting, at the small table. She sat staring at the hat she had lost four years back, only to be recovered and cared for by the Captain.

The Captain. He cares. Elizabeth smiled, remembering the feel of his warm body against hers as she hugged him close. A lot. He cares for me a lot, or else he never would have saved this hat. Just for me.

A million thoughts burst into her head, making her close her eyes and grin wide. A small part of Jack must love her, to be so kind and not full of hatred towards her.

I love him.

Elizabeth's eyes shot open, her smiling never faltering. She quickly got up, opened a trunk and dug around for a journal and a quill with ink. She sat down at the table again and began to write, feverishly.

I love him.