Hi! Sorry I've had such a long break, but I'm back in the game now! I hope you like this new chapter, sorry it's all in a weird order but this one is better if it comes before Too Close. Thanks to everyone who's been following and reviewing, in particular PineappleIce, Highclass, TigerlilyBrown and JeanieBeanie33. And crunchycheezit, for your absolutely hilarious and very motivating reviews! You guys rule, I really appreciate it. xxx
Chapter 4: Sweet Lizzie
As he closed the galley door, Jack wondered how much Will really knew about him and Elizabeth. Had he seen them on the Pearl? Had she talked to him about it? Confessed? Was there even anything to confess? She'd done what was necessary to save them. It was fair, but all the same he couldn't help wondering if there was something behind that kiss. He certainly hadn't minded. In any case, he was glad she had kissed him, at least that way he couldn't be blamed.
But in the back of his mind he knew that if she hadn't done it, sooner or later he would have closed the gap himself. He thought of the times when he might have, on the island, on the Pearl. Even as he reflected on it he realised that his resistance had worn down. He had controlled himself when they were marooned together, but if the Black Spot hadn't raised its ugly head the second time he knew he would have kissed her even though it would have broken her trust. It was then that he understood her faith in him. She had put herself in a position of utter vulnerability and even if she had wanted him to kiss her it would have ruined her life if she had. Elizabeth. Lizzie. He found her so intriguing; the way she would protect him, then lash out at him, engage him then avoid him, lead him on then leave him hanging…
Sitting at his desk early that evening he gave up trying to concentrate on his charts, put his head in his hands and thought of her. He pictured her face, remembered her touch, her skin so soft, her hair brushing his neck and face, the warmth of her breath on his mouth, the heat of her body so close to his… he flung down his dividers and picked his compass up off the desk. Flicking it open he watched as the needle swung at the fastest speed he had ever seen, stopping abruptly and precisely. Snapping it and pocketing it he stood up and strode resolutely out of his cabin, walked down the corridor and, mounting the step two at a time, climbed to the deck…
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