A Pirate at Heart

Author's Note: Sorry this story hasn't been updated in a while, with school, homework, fan videos and Doctor Who. Everything has been really hectic lately. Anyways here I am writing away, in the middle of a basketball tournament at my school. Anyways (my most over used word) thanks for all the reviews and for being so patient! Enjoy!!!

Chapter Twenty Five: Blurted Truth

Elizabeth could still hear the repulsive noises still coming from Jack's cabin, her eyes still bleeding from the horrific image laid before her. However her concern at the present moment was not what was currently transpiring in the room, but what might transpire in that very room later that night. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she did. It was more that she didn't trust herself. She knew by spending a night in the same room as him, she was violating James and his trust, but at the time she had completely forgotten about him. Her fiancé.

She was too busy thinking about Jack, and proving herself to her father, that she was no longer a child. That she could take care of herself and she didn't need him to treat her like a little girl who couldn't take care of herself.

She sighed, her body turning around so that her back was now facing the cool Caribbean water. Her eyes carelessly glancing around the ship's deck, a look of confusion imprinted on her face.

He couldn't believe it. No. He did believe it. He just refused to believe it. His daughter. His only daughter. Had agreed to spend a night with a unclean, rude, filthy pirate. She was engaged, what on earth could she have been thinking, did she not know that James cared for her greatly. It was that Sparrow's fault, he has placed these thoughts into her head, steering her away from propriety and further away from his grasp.

Governor Swann took a deep breath, and turned towards the side of the ship where two crew members stood. Both looking repulsive, drowning the vile devil's drink as if it were water. He suddenly felt the compelling urge to wash his hands, as if their filth had somehow contaminated him.

He cringed slightly as the bottle fell from the shorter of the two men's hands. The amber liquid spilling around his feet and seeping into the dark wooden deck.

"What ya do that for!" the slightly taller and thinner man exclaimed, slapping his friend over the head.

"Where'd it go?" the man cried looking around desperately, for any sight of his beloved drink.

After searching in his coat pocket, off the side of the ship, and in his shoe, the man turned to his friend, sadness pasted upon his face.

"T'is okay Tom, I'll get ye another" he promised upon seeing Tom's face.

Tom glanced up, only to catch a glimpse of the rum bottle in his friend's hands, an ample supply of the drink he loved so dearly.

"YE STOLE MY DRINK!!!" he shouted.

"NO I DIDN'T" the friend replied immediately jumping to the defense and bringing the rum bottle closer to his chest.

"YE ARE A SLACKJAWED LIAR"

"NO I AINT!"

"THEN WHERE DID YE GET THAT RUM FROM EH??"

"ITS MY OWN"

"LIAR"

"I AINT LYING"

"GIMME MY DRINK!!" he shouted before leaping towards the bottle, trying to pry it out the hands of his friend.

Governor Swann sighed and turned away, not wanting to see this pointless battle for the bottle.

He closed his eyes. Releasing a deep breath. He was in desperate need of a civil conversation. He turned and headed for the stairs, knowing exactly the person who would provide him with this.

The stairs were easier to walk down this time he found. Almost easier and seemingly shorter, perhaps because this time he wasn't going down there to find his daughter and the pirate captain. Instead, he was going to talk to a long time friend of his, and future son-in-law. In spite of his daughter's current sleeping arrangements, he was pretty sure that there was no way on god's green earth that James could find out. That would mean the moment they were off of his dreaded ship that they would be married and she would be safe and happy. And that was all that mattered.

James could hear footsteps approaching, their feet making their way down the dingy staircase. His palms went sweaty his eyes nervously looked around the room. Could that be Elizabeth? He couldn't be certain, all that he could be certain of, was that when he told her, she would not take it too well. Sure she was reasonable, but still would she see it from his point of view? He wasn't sure.

He turned his face, pressing it against the cool metal of the bar. He could hardly believe what he was about to do. How did it ever come to this? Calling off the marriage to the woman he loved with every fiber of his being.

Sparrow

The name that had caused him his position, his life and now the woman of his dreams.

He pressed his forehead harder against the bar.

It wasn't Sparrow's fault. There was no use denying it, it was his own fault. After all he had given her too many chances and every time she had proven to him that she did not feel the same way about him he just ignore it. Pretended not to notice the signs all around him.

He opened the eyes that he had not realized that he had closed, blinking for a few seconds as they tried to readjust to the new light that had entered the room.

The lamp in the hands of his visitor was blinding him making the figure blurry and unrecognizable.

"Elizabeth I want….I want to call off the wedding" he blurted out, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them.

His true feelings lay bare…

..for the wrong person.