Author's Note: This chapter is incredibly short and I'm sorry for that- but as many of you experienced, I had a load of finals for the past three days and I'm totally exhausted, but I wanted to get a chapter out for you! So maybe it doesn't have three thousand words- but it has a lot in it…you know?
Also- I think my characters are going nuts. Seriously. They could be considered scizo- but…well…I dunno. Just ignore the crazy part of this chapter. *smiles weakly*
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Will sighed and rolled over in his medium sized cot. Still half asleep he instinctively reached out to grab Elizabeth but once again found her gone. His eyes opened slowly to reveal the sight of wood and nails. Gibbs' snores fluttered into his consciousness as he became fully awake.
He rolled onto his back and sighed again. It's sad when I become accustomed to Gibbs' snoring. He thought to himself as he looked over at the middle-aged man who looked quite comfortable and quite content. It's been a long time, I imagine, since I've looked that peaceful when sleeping.
After all, Elizabeth, he is a blacksmith.
Will sighed and remembered the governor's words. A blacksmith…just a blacksmith…only a blacksmith. Maybe it was a mistake marrying Elizabeth. Maybe she wasn't satisfied with my job…
She can't be that superficial. You know her better than that.
Will sighed and got up, I know, but when she gives me nothing to work with, then what am I supposed to do? She tells me that it's my fault but then tells me nothing else.
A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account. Will paused, those words had surfaced from his mind from who knows how many years ago… Mom… He thought to himself. He figured now that those words were in reference to his father, never being at home, saying that he wanted to make money for his family. But what good is money when there's no father?
Will smirked at the irony, all his life he had been looking for his father, or even someone that could fill the void in his life, and then he found Elizabeth, but he drew her away. Now there's a void the size of this ship. He looked out the window as the sound of the waves slowly made their way into his cabin.
Can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account. I haven't done what my father did. I couldn't have. Leave Elizabeth alone all hours of the day? Never taking the time to just be with her? No. No, I haven't done that.
Sacrifices he makes on her account. No. I love Elizabeth and if it was something like that she would've told me! I would trust her to tell me!
Sacrifices. Will sighed.
Did you just not 'see' her enough? Were there other things blocking your view of her?
Never.
Try Again.
No, I love Elizabeth and missed her every minute I was away.
You're close.
Close to what?
If you figure out why she left in the first place then half your problems will be solved! You can work on fixing it and then apologize to Liz.
Why do you sound like Jack?
Just c'mon…you can do it.
I'm not going back.
What?
No.
But you told Jack that you would!
Yes well…I changed my mind.
You're a stubborn fool
If she ran away, she can run back.
Then you don't deserve her.
Will paused, that was a slap in the face. Why does my conscience always bring up good points like that? He sat up and rested his elbows in his knees. Somehow that comment from…himself brought light to the whole situation. I'm going crazy if I think my self conscience can give good advice.
Doesn't deserve her…that makes it seem like I'm more important than her…I'm just a blacksmith.
If I had eyes, I would roll them- Don't dig yourself a pity hole, please.
I'm not. I'm just pointing out the obvious. Go away.
He paused and looked over at Gibbs who was still asleep, and still snoring. He pushed Gibbs and his snoring out of his mind and tried to focus. No matter how much he and his conscience argued, it was right, he needed to figure out why Elizabeth left him because he wasn't going to find out any time soon.
Sacrifices…
We haven't spent much time together, Elizabeth's words now echoed perfectly in his ears, and then his response hit him like an anchor, we'll have some time together, I promise.
It suddenly came to him that he and Elizabeth hadn't been spending all that much time together. She had tried to talk to him about it. His work was getting in between their marriage. But she's more important than any sword I could ever make! She's my everything.
I guess the sayings true- you never know what something means to you until it's gone.
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Oh my head. "Gibbs! Git me some bloody rum!... More! Now!" Jack said, trying to steady himself against his bed but not doing a good job of it. He had told the non existent Gibbs to get him some rum because he had successfully drunk his whole cabinet empty.
"Gibbs?" He called to the man who was still sleeping in his own cabin. What are you doin'? He's not even here. "Aye, but he'd be outside!" he argued with himself. He took a step away from his bed and landed directly on his stomach. Too bad the floor broke his fall. He moaned and rolled over on his back.
"Why are ye drunk?" Jack asked himself, rather hotly. When no answer came from his mouth nor his head he said, "I don't like it when I'm drunk. I get too much bruises that way. Not to mention slaps."
He grabbed his throat and massaged it a little, "Boy am I thirsty."
Blasted drunkard!
Jack moaned again. That's what got him into this mess. He was fine last night. He had fallen asleep easily enough and before that he had ended on a semi-good note about Julie being gone. But the more he slept, the more he dreamed about Julie. Then the inevitable sight of her being carted off had stuck in his head pretty firmly.
He sighed and thought about how Julie didn't like him to drink. She had reminded him of Elizabeth in a lot of ways, the main one being her not liking any kind of drink. She always said I said and did the stupidest things when I was drunk… He paused, Which isn't a total lie…
"Aw, who be I kiddin'? I'm lyin' on a floor with a big headache and a sore back…and a mind thinking of me wife."
You don't have a wife. She broke up with you, remember?
Aye! But I be in love with her.
You're drunk Jack.
Aye.
You don't love her.
"Aye!" he said out loud. He very wobbly sat up and looked around, "I be in love 'er!" He paused, Wow, that sounds worse than I thought it would. The last time I said those words I was…well I said those words more than once, that's for sure.
Then you'd think you'd act like it, wouldn't you?
Aye. Jack said, nodding his head but not saying anything.
Well if you're sure…
That I am. Of course she don't love me…nope…
Well just put some Jack Sparrow charm…she'll fall for it.
That's Captain Jack Sparrow to you!
A loud knocking jolted Jack from the conversation he was currently having with his self-conscience. He frowned and grabbed his head, "Who the blast is it?" He yelled, making his head throb more.
Tommy entered, "Captain, we've spotted the island."
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When a hand touched Julie's arm quite suddenly she was woken up from her nap. She started spouting out curses and lines in French to the man who was, at the moment, holding her rather roughly and untying the rope around her wrists.
He abruptly smacked her against the face and she tried to keep herself from cursing again. Bloody man! That bloody hurt! "Hey! Keep your hands off her!" She heard a familiar voice say. Since her sleepiness had worn off after the slap, she knew right away who the man was, Peter of course.
"An' what'cha gunna do 'bout it ole geezer?" Julie winced at the comment to his age. The man who now had her on her feet, had a gruff and harsh voice.
"Secousse." She said simply. She felt his gaze shift towards her. She didn't say anything but kept her gaze fixed on the chair that had been her home for at least twenty-four hours.
"Where are you taking her?" she heard Peter ask.
"None of yer business." The man said and shoved Julie out of the cell and then shut it behind her. He shoved her up the stairs, her tripping all the way and then finally being met with the harshness of daylight. She covered her eyes quickly and was pushed onto deck where she could hear the shouts, whistles and laughs of men surround her.
As her eyes adjusted and she decided whether or not to get up from the current hunched over position she was in, she heard slow footsteps come toward her and the men hush. Jack, I know it's not going to be you when I look up, but how I wish it would be. She slowly and carefully got up, trying to keep the little dignity she had left. Then she finally lifted her eyes to met the person who was walking towards her.
The man who now stood before her was tall, blond, blue eyes and was tan from being out in the sun. Somehow this person looked familiar… "Ah, Ms. Davis, so happy to make your acquaintance."
She paused and eyed him, he was off from this crew, he had language skills, he was dressed like a noblemen and from the looks of him, his eyes were probably bigger than his brain…which was all the more different from the crew. "Who may I ask, are you?" she said, trying to keep her voice calm and level, trying not to show her fear and doubt about this whole thing.
"My name is of no importance."
"Please, I must insist."
He lifted an eyebrow and leaned in a little, "No."
She heard snickers from the men and she took in a deep breath, "Then may I ask how you came by mine?"
"I have…family in high places, madame." He said with a smug look on his face.
She sneered, like he has the nerve to call me 'my lady'. I don't care who the past he is or who his family is, how does he know so much about me? "Who are you?"
He smiled, "We've gone over this, madame."
She broke. She jumped at him, but was quickly intercepted by a member of the crew and held back as she struggled, "Who is the fink? Who told you who I am and of what nationality?"
"Where were you before you were here, madame?"
"It's Ms. Davis." She hissed.
He nodded, starting to pace, "Where were you?"
She paused stubbornly but then was met with his gaze, something about that look of fierce hatred was familiar. "The Black Pearl." She admitted, regretting it immediately.
"And who is the captain of the Black Pearl?"
"Like you don't know!"
He stopped and looked at her, "I would…advise you to guard your tongue, for it will get you into more trouble than you will wish."
She narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth, already hating this man. He continued though, "Captain Jack Sparrow, is it not?"
She didn't answer.
"Yes well our informant on the Black Pearl is quite loyal. Surely you must have some idea of who it might be?"
She swallowed, hoping her shock wasn't showing on her face. It couldn't be Jack…he wouldn't give me up to…murders…would he? "I want to be taken to your captain!" she yelled, not knowing of what else to say.
He laughed a little, as did the crew, "Madame, the Captain of the Barracuda is unfortunately not present. He is…in fact on the Black Pearl."
Julie paused, what? "The captain of the Barracuda of whom no one has come in contact with, is on the Pearl at this moment?"
He smiled and nodded, "Giving us everything we need."
She stopped struggling, that could be anyone. Who knows how many people are on that blasted boat? Good lord…
"Yes, well we brought you up here so you can enjoy our…hospitality."
She raised an eyebrow, somehow, she thought, his definition of that word isn't the same as mine.
"You will be dining with the crew tonight, but serving on everyone and their needs." Her heart sank as she looked around and thought about how many could be hung on the charge of rape. She swallowed and hoped this man wasn't talking about all their needs.
"Why now?"
"Because after dinner we'll be docking."
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Author Thanks:
PED-Sarah: Yes, another one of my reviewers had a similar idea…I'm thinking that might work out…and I also had that thought when my computer was down- I wasn't quite sure how to do that…you know? It'd be awkward, but it's something to defiantly try and think about!
Piper8188: Thanks for the review! That was Jack who said the 'keep it formal' thing…so yea…he was kinda being a brat, but hey, his mom just died.
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