Title: It's A Small World After All…
Author: Drey'auc475
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 2: DEAD MAN'S CHEST
Rating: T
Spoilers: COTBP and DMC
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Setting: After Dead Man's Chest
Summary: Jack is in the service of Davy Jones, and once again surrounded by the Undead. He has to get Jones' Heart back, or loose everything he has… and has found once again.
A/N: I LOVE JOHNNY DEPP and I love Pirates, but I shall never own them (BOO HOO!)
-----Intimacy-----
Will pushed open the door to Elizabeth's cabin and entered silently. She lay there, sleeping soundly under the covers. He watched her for a moment, before setting down the plate of bread and the bowl of stew had had brought.
After Elizabeth had stopped crying, Will had brought her inside to her cabin. She was weak from crying so much, and Will had helped her to get into bed. He had pulled the covers up and kissed her lightly on the forehead before leaving her to sleep. It was now well after dark, and she didn't look to be waking up soon. Will sat on the chair by the bed and watched her sleep.
Normally they might have used their privacy for more… intimate means seeing as they had been apart for the last few weeks, but given the circumstances, Will didn't think that either of them would have been able to feel the right feelings. Will had felt so, so angry when he had seen Elizabeth and Jack together. And he had every right to. There was Jack, trying to steal his girl. Or was it the other way around. Will couldn't be certain. He recalled how, before Jack fell off the fort in Port Royal, he had said that things wouldn't have worked out between him and Elizabeth. When Will had asked her about it, she had laughed and said that Jack was being Jack.
Will didn't know what that meant now. It could have held several meanings, and what Will had always feared was what he saw that day on the Pearl. That Elizabeth and Jack had been… intimate.
Everytime he had seen Elizabeth since that day, he had wanted to talk about it, but he always lost his nerve. Maybe an explanation would be a good start. He was still angry, and it still hurt, deep in his chest, but every time he felt angry enough to say anything he found he couldn't. He trusted Elizabeth, and he had trusted Jack. But now, he felt that he didn't know either of them anymore.
And suddenly he felt that he didn't want to. He stood up and opened the door. With one last look back at Elizabeth's sleeping form he closed the door softly behind him.
Once on deck, he threw a few things into a bag; a rope, a leather bag for water, some food, and a torch, flint and kindling. He threw these into a long boat, and managed to lower it into the water by himself. Once free of the ship, he rowed, in the direction of land. Any land. He'd had enough of the ocean. Enough of pirates…
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Please offer ideas for chapters to come, I'm running low.