Authors note: I'm giving you a double dose in an attempt to get me to HIDE
my computer and NOT go on the internet (yah). Exam in two days, no bloody
hell, one day now! Stress! Must not go on computer!
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Then Jack got the invite, left at his favourite bar in Tortugua, for Elizabeth's wedding. The small, italic print was Elizabeth's handwriting. It was the type that everyone gets, and yet something caught his eye at the bottom of the invite.
A P.S., hastily scrawled at the bottom, written especially in hurried hand for Jack. A message that no one else would understand.
"Swan cannot be served, as the meat was found to be fouled. Please
RSVP"
And the Pearl once more made for Port Royal. The crew shook their heads at Jack. They hadn't been on a raid in months now. Mutiny was whispered between the ale cups between the newer pirates, and Gibbs and Ana-Maria watched Jack with worry and discontent in their eyes.
The word land lover, and the comment that Jack had gone soft appeared occasionally at the diner table, quickly drowned by a sharp look from a pirate who had been with Jack since the beginning. But looking around, they were few and far between. The motley crew who had braved Barbossa had disappeared, dead or retired or just gone.
That night, Jack saw Ana-Maria slip into Tyler's cabin through his drunken drugged haze, her soft feet bare, as they had always been when she came to him. He clenched his fist, but did nothing. He knew that around her neck she still wore his ring, and he would keep true to his promise. He wouldn't touch another woman while she wore it. He sat passive, his mind blank as he tried not to imagine the two of them in bed together and he waited for the drugs to kick in and overwhelm his senses.
They did, and his rage was forgotten.
That didn't stop Jack throwing Tyler of the boat when he came on deck in the morning, or leaving the blonde boy paddling in the soft waters of the hot summer Caribbean.
"Where's Tyler?" Ana-Maria asked later when she emerged tousled and relaxed looking. The other pirates avoiding making eye contact with her, all seeming to be very intent of tying this or that not, or suddenly having to go clean the cannon way over on the other side of the deck.
She put her hands on her hips, looking around angrily.
She stalked up to were Jack stood at the helm, his eyes have closed as he squinted, his kohl smudged around his eyes.
"Where's Tyler?" Ana-Maria repeated angrily.
"Couldn't say." Jack said cheekily, grinning at her like a schoolboy. Jack then proceeded to ignore her. "A pirates life for me, we plunder we pillage.." He picked up the tune, making up new words as he went along. Ana- Maria glowered at him, waiting. He continued ignoring her for two full minutes. Then he started darting her suspicious looks like he couldn't remember why she was there and he knew he should be able to.
"Ana-Maria, I seem to notice you standing there for no particular reason." He purred, turning to her and giving her a mock bow. "If I can be at you service in any way possible.."
"Jack!" She snapped, and starting slapping his arm. He darted away, yelping and scowling at her.
"What!?!" He shouted, rubbing his arm. "Damn you hit hard woman." She clenched her fist menacingly.
"Where the hell is Tyler?"
"Ah, well love," Jack started, raising his hands as he explained, backing away from her slightly. "Me and Tyler had a bit of an agreement as to how he stayed the Pearl, and he broke that agreement, so he no longer is.." He paused, looking upwards in his slightly confused way as he re-ran that sentence in his mind. "on the Pearl, love.' He finished slowly, and then grinned cheerfully.
Ana-Maria took in a deep breath, so that she would have the full capabilities of her lungs to yell at Jack. Jack gave her a pained, dubious look when she did this, tilting his head to the left and up in expecting way.
"So where is he?" She said slowly. Jack bought his hands together and pursed his lips.
"He's not on the Pearl anymore?" Jack repeated in the way one does to a teacher when you know the answer is wrong.
"YOU THREW HIM OFF THE BOAT!!" She shrieked. She raised her fist, and her eyebrows menacingly. Jack raised his hands to stop her.
"No, wait, wait!" He started. She held her fist high at the ready, waiting for his explanation. Then he paused, and nodded. "Actually, your right. Quite literally as well." He added as an afterthought. Caught up in what he had just said, Jack missed Ana-Maria's movement and so her blow caught him off guard.
He spun back with a surprised look on his face, and then rubbed his jaw.
"Never been punched in the face by a woman before." He muttered, turning back to her. "Now darling Ana-Maria.." He started, but she raised her hands.
"No Jack, I'm done. Leave me the fuck alone from now on." She started walking away.
"See?" He called out after her. "You don't even care about Tyler. You're not even upset. You don't care about anything any more do you?" He yelled. The only response was her giving him the rude finger as she went below deck.
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Elizabeth lay on the floor of the home she had shared with Will, her face bleeding and her lip cut. She raised her arm feebly above her head, and gazed up at her attacked. General Lornan had dark shaggy black hair, which constantly escaped from his white army wig, which was now askew on his head.
He spat at Elizabeth.
"Do you want to embarrass me, to ruin my career? I've spent so bloody much on our would be wedding but no, you've got a bloody bun in the oven." He punctuated each of these last words by a kick at Elizabeth's fallen form. "I would take you after your smart husband left the whore that you are to run back to your fathers, after you bedded that pirate and probably half his crew." Elizabeth whimpered, and she wept. How could she have read this man so wrong?
He grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her frail form against the wall.
"And look at the ugly little thing you are. What a useless wife you would make. But now, you bring me here, and tell me you won't marry me. And you whine and you cry and wring your hands, you manipulating little bitch," He raised a hand and slapped her across the face. "And you tell me you can't marry me."
"Well you will marry me. I'll see to it. And I shall get promoted because of your father. And you, you little bitch with just have to put up with me.." He snarled. His hands moved from Elizabeth's throat to the exposed skin above her chest. Then he stopped gasping for air.
He shuddered, his hands reached up to the sword that had punctured his chest. The tip pressed against Elizabeth's breast, mixing his blood with her own blood that covered her white dress.
Elizabeth looked up through her tangled blonde hair, Will's name forming on her lips.
But it was not Will.
Her saviour flashed her golden teeth as he snarled, hauling Lornan away from her, slamming him against the wall, and plummeting another blade into his body. Jack drew the blade out, and stabbed him again and again, his face dark.
Elizabeth slid down the wall, crying again.
She looked up, watching Jack stab her would be husband, blood covering his hands now.
"Jack that's enough. He's dead." She whispered. Jack stopped, and drew his blade out of the body. He wiped his blood-smeared hand across his face as he swept back the beads and hair that now covered his face.
"Are you alright love?" He asked. She looked from the fallen general, whose eyes stared glassily at Jack's soft boots, and then at Jack's blood smeared expression.
She fainted right away.
Jack bent down, picking up her little form, ignoring the blood that she was covered in, or the blood on his hands. He pushed her blonde hair of her face, leaving it red and streaked. With one hand under the knees and the other around her back, he took her out of that house of blood.
And though it was late at night, people looked out their windows with alarm as they saw the pirate carrying the little Swann girl drenched in blood down the street.
When the guards came, with Governor Swann dressed in pale blue pyjamas, found the obliterated body General Lornan, stabbed over thirty times. The tablecloth had been torn of the table, and a bloodied feminine print was pressed against the pale yellow walls of the former Turner and Swann house.
And people told the tale of Jack Sparrow dragging the dead body of Elizabeth Swann, formerly Turner, through the streets of Port Royal by her bloodied hair.
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Then Jack got the invite, left at his favourite bar in Tortugua, for Elizabeth's wedding. The small, italic print was Elizabeth's handwriting. It was the type that everyone gets, and yet something caught his eye at the bottom of the invite.
A P.S., hastily scrawled at the bottom, written especially in hurried hand for Jack. A message that no one else would understand.
"Swan cannot be served, as the meat was found to be fouled. Please
RSVP"
And the Pearl once more made for Port Royal. The crew shook their heads at Jack. They hadn't been on a raid in months now. Mutiny was whispered between the ale cups between the newer pirates, and Gibbs and Ana-Maria watched Jack with worry and discontent in their eyes.
The word land lover, and the comment that Jack had gone soft appeared occasionally at the diner table, quickly drowned by a sharp look from a pirate who had been with Jack since the beginning. But looking around, they were few and far between. The motley crew who had braved Barbossa had disappeared, dead or retired or just gone.
That night, Jack saw Ana-Maria slip into Tyler's cabin through his drunken drugged haze, her soft feet bare, as they had always been when she came to him. He clenched his fist, but did nothing. He knew that around her neck she still wore his ring, and he would keep true to his promise. He wouldn't touch another woman while she wore it. He sat passive, his mind blank as he tried not to imagine the two of them in bed together and he waited for the drugs to kick in and overwhelm his senses.
They did, and his rage was forgotten.
That didn't stop Jack throwing Tyler of the boat when he came on deck in the morning, or leaving the blonde boy paddling in the soft waters of the hot summer Caribbean.
"Where's Tyler?" Ana-Maria asked later when she emerged tousled and relaxed looking. The other pirates avoiding making eye contact with her, all seeming to be very intent of tying this or that not, or suddenly having to go clean the cannon way over on the other side of the deck.
She put her hands on her hips, looking around angrily.
She stalked up to were Jack stood at the helm, his eyes have closed as he squinted, his kohl smudged around his eyes.
"Where's Tyler?" Ana-Maria repeated angrily.
"Couldn't say." Jack said cheekily, grinning at her like a schoolboy. Jack then proceeded to ignore her. "A pirates life for me, we plunder we pillage.." He picked up the tune, making up new words as he went along. Ana- Maria glowered at him, waiting. He continued ignoring her for two full minutes. Then he started darting her suspicious looks like he couldn't remember why she was there and he knew he should be able to.
"Ana-Maria, I seem to notice you standing there for no particular reason." He purred, turning to her and giving her a mock bow. "If I can be at you service in any way possible.."
"Jack!" She snapped, and starting slapping his arm. He darted away, yelping and scowling at her.
"What!?!" He shouted, rubbing his arm. "Damn you hit hard woman." She clenched her fist menacingly.
"Where the hell is Tyler?"
"Ah, well love," Jack started, raising his hands as he explained, backing away from her slightly. "Me and Tyler had a bit of an agreement as to how he stayed the Pearl, and he broke that agreement, so he no longer is.." He paused, looking upwards in his slightly confused way as he re-ran that sentence in his mind. "on the Pearl, love.' He finished slowly, and then grinned cheerfully.
Ana-Maria took in a deep breath, so that she would have the full capabilities of her lungs to yell at Jack. Jack gave her a pained, dubious look when she did this, tilting his head to the left and up in expecting way.
"So where is he?" She said slowly. Jack bought his hands together and pursed his lips.
"He's not on the Pearl anymore?" Jack repeated in the way one does to a teacher when you know the answer is wrong.
"YOU THREW HIM OFF THE BOAT!!" She shrieked. She raised her fist, and her eyebrows menacingly. Jack raised his hands to stop her.
"No, wait, wait!" He started. She held her fist high at the ready, waiting for his explanation. Then he paused, and nodded. "Actually, your right. Quite literally as well." He added as an afterthought. Caught up in what he had just said, Jack missed Ana-Maria's movement and so her blow caught him off guard.
He spun back with a surprised look on his face, and then rubbed his jaw.
"Never been punched in the face by a woman before." He muttered, turning back to her. "Now darling Ana-Maria.." He started, but she raised her hands.
"No Jack, I'm done. Leave me the fuck alone from now on." She started walking away.
"See?" He called out after her. "You don't even care about Tyler. You're not even upset. You don't care about anything any more do you?" He yelled. The only response was her giving him the rude finger as she went below deck.
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Elizabeth lay on the floor of the home she had shared with Will, her face bleeding and her lip cut. She raised her arm feebly above her head, and gazed up at her attacked. General Lornan had dark shaggy black hair, which constantly escaped from his white army wig, which was now askew on his head.
He spat at Elizabeth.
"Do you want to embarrass me, to ruin my career? I've spent so bloody much on our would be wedding but no, you've got a bloody bun in the oven." He punctuated each of these last words by a kick at Elizabeth's fallen form. "I would take you after your smart husband left the whore that you are to run back to your fathers, after you bedded that pirate and probably half his crew." Elizabeth whimpered, and she wept. How could she have read this man so wrong?
He grabbed her by the shoulders, slamming her frail form against the wall.
"And look at the ugly little thing you are. What a useless wife you would make. But now, you bring me here, and tell me you won't marry me. And you whine and you cry and wring your hands, you manipulating little bitch," He raised a hand and slapped her across the face. "And you tell me you can't marry me."
"Well you will marry me. I'll see to it. And I shall get promoted because of your father. And you, you little bitch with just have to put up with me.." He snarled. His hands moved from Elizabeth's throat to the exposed skin above her chest. Then he stopped gasping for air.
He shuddered, his hands reached up to the sword that had punctured his chest. The tip pressed against Elizabeth's breast, mixing his blood with her own blood that covered her white dress.
Elizabeth looked up through her tangled blonde hair, Will's name forming on her lips.
But it was not Will.
Her saviour flashed her golden teeth as he snarled, hauling Lornan away from her, slamming him against the wall, and plummeting another blade into his body. Jack drew the blade out, and stabbed him again and again, his face dark.
Elizabeth slid down the wall, crying again.
She looked up, watching Jack stab her would be husband, blood covering his hands now.
"Jack that's enough. He's dead." She whispered. Jack stopped, and drew his blade out of the body. He wiped his blood-smeared hand across his face as he swept back the beads and hair that now covered his face.
"Are you alright love?" He asked. She looked from the fallen general, whose eyes stared glassily at Jack's soft boots, and then at Jack's blood smeared expression.
She fainted right away.
Jack bent down, picking up her little form, ignoring the blood that she was covered in, or the blood on his hands. He pushed her blonde hair of her face, leaving it red and streaked. With one hand under the knees and the other around her back, he took her out of that house of blood.
And though it was late at night, people looked out their windows with alarm as they saw the pirate carrying the little Swann girl drenched in blood down the street.
When the guards came, with Governor Swann dressed in pale blue pyjamas, found the obliterated body General Lornan, stabbed over thirty times. The tablecloth had been torn of the table, and a bloodied feminine print was pressed against the pale yellow walls of the former Turner and Swann house.
And people told the tale of Jack Sparrow dragging the dead body of Elizabeth Swann, formerly Turner, through the streets of Port Royal by her bloodied hair.
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