Early Morning

Laying in complete relaxation on her stomach, Elizabeth closed her eyes with a dreamy smile. She thought back to her girlhood when her governesses repeated time and time again, the companionship with a man was a mundane task similar to baking bread. Intimacy with a man was unpleasant for the female counterpart.

Elizabeth had no idea what those women were talking about then and she still had not a clue what they were talking about now. Her entire body hummed with the aftermath of perfect pleasure. Clearly, those woman had never had a lover to the calibre of one Captain Jack Sparrow. He created sensations in her body that she had no idea existed.

She pushed the slightly raging thoughts of just how much practice Jack has had with other female companions in order to become the expert lover that he was. She couldn't help but wonder just how many women bodies had Jack made sing.

All thoughts of her impending jealousy washed away when she felt Jack's lips create an invisible path up her spine. Letting her smile grow wider, Elizabeth turned her head to face him just as his lips reached her shoulder. With his hand, Jack pushed back the sun-kissed brown hair from her shoulder and found her neck.

"Ye taste like flowers, Lizzie-luv," Jack whispered into her ear and laid his head on the pillow to look directly into her eyes.

Elizabeth held her hand against the side of his face, letting her thumb caress his high cheekbone. Silently, Elizabeth leant forward, bushing her mouth against his then laid her head back down onto the feathered pillow. "You taste like the sea."

Jack's hand ran down the length of her back until his hand stopped at the curve of her backside, hiding underneath the thin bed-sheet. "I'd rather not leave this moderately comfortable bed all day lon—"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A fist banged against the wooden cabin door.

With a smile, Elizabeth watched Jack's relaxed expression comically drop with disappointment.

"It seems I've spoken entirely too soon," Jack grumbled sitting up from his laying position and stepped out from underneath the bed-sheet. Elizabeth's smile grew as her eyes fell down the lines of his strong back to the curve of his round bottom. She stifled a girlish giggle as Jack tripped over the tossed away clothing as he jumped into his breeches.

Muttering curses under his breath, Jack made it to the door and carefully opened it. He stuck his nose out first then followed his entire aggravated face, "What is it, Master Gibbs?"

"Err… there is a ship with no sails approachin', Cap'n." Gibbs whispered.

"Very good," Jack's eyes grew large, suddenly not so annoyed with his first mate's interruption. "I's be out in a moment." He closed the partially opened door and turned to see Elizabeth standing out of the bed wearing her shirt, which swallowed her tall slender frame.

"What was that all about?" She asked.

"Why are ye dressed, luv?"

"What were you talking to Mister Gibbs about?"

Not giving her a response, Jack crossed the cabin to her and reached out grabbing the front of her shirt and pulled her into his arms. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss. "Doesn't matter, pet." He mumbled against her mouth.

Breaking the kiss not easily persuaded by his dodging response, Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him, pursed her lips together, and raised her brows. Bugger. Jack knew the expression on her face well.

"If ye must know, the Flying Dutchman is on our tail."

"Then we must go out onto the deck," Elizabeth said breaking away from Jack's embrace and went jump into her breeches than boots.

Jack watched her with disappointment knowing his Lizzie was never one to pass up a moment of exciting danger. "Lizzie, I can't have ye out there when Jones is—"

"—Do you really expect me to hide below decks because you're afraid of me facing a little bit of danger?" Elizabeth asked buttoning the button of her maroon waist vest.

"Aye, I do," Jack said grabbing his shirt from the ground and tugged it over his head. "Specially, if this said 'woman' happens to be my said little wifey."

Angered by his overprotection, Elizabeth scowled as she looped the leather strap for her sword across her chest. "Jack, you can't protect me from everything now that we're married. That's not the reason I married you."

"Then why did ye, dearie?" Jack clasped the belt around his waist and shoved a pistol in his belt.

Elizabeth adjusted the sword at her side and stepped toward him, "Freedom. I married you because, despite your absurd antics and ridiculous reasonings that drive me up a wall and your odd collection of trinkets and glass jars filled with dirt, I married you for freedom. Because there is no man—not even Will that could ever offer me a life of adventure like you do." Elizabeth took a step closer to him and held her hand against his chest. "It'll be frightening, dangerous, and filled with exotic colour, but you're the only one who has freedom carved into your soul."

After a long pause of silence, Jack held his hand over hers which was on his chest and lifted his kohl eyes and sighed heavily, "Fine. But if everythin' goes to pot and ye're in danger… don't tell me I didn't warn ye or tried to protect ye, savvy?"

Elizabeth pursed her lips and glared at Jack, "Fine," she stormed out of the cabin leaving Jack still standing in the middle of the cabin.

"That woman is goin' to be the end of me," Jack muttered to himself and followed her out onto the main deck where the crew stood around awaiting orders.