Title: Hell
Rated: M
Author: finalflowers
Summary: Never get intimate with the enemy, son. That's weakness.
So, he fell in love with his murderer. And, for some reason, his heart still ached to be near her.
Chapter Two: LIMBO
It was boring, really. All he was doing was floating. Jack wasn't sure if he was floating or falling. He just knew he was going down.
Huh. Funny- Jack smirked. I fell when I thought of her.
Wonder how she is doing?
Jack felt a heat course through his body at the thought of her. He remembered all the snide remarks, the conversations he had held with her. It was enough to make a man's blood boil.
He hadn't even spent a whole lot of time with her- but he felt like he was the one who knew her best.
Maybe it was because she reminded him a lot of himself. Rash. Naive. Young at heart, adult at mind.
Jack closed his eyes and envisioned her.
She was beautiful. Not as beautiful as the many other women Jack had met… but Lizzie had that special something, it showed. Every time she smiled, a true smile, her whole face would glow, making it impossible for him not to smile as well. She made the most adorable face when she was angry, her lips would purse, and her eyes narrowed. She did the very female thing, also, of putting her hands on her hips and staring at you.
It was almost impossible to get her out of your head once she got in.
Jack shook his head and looked down. Up? Was he even moving, anymore? Should he try to stand up and walk? Or was he already standing?
This was awkward. Jack could not see anything, save for himself. He waved his hand in front of his face. Saw that. He looked around.
Blackness.
Times run out, Jack. You swore an oath. It's the locker for you!
Jack looked around for the voice of his old sea ragged friend. It gave him a little pain to see what he had become – what Jack would become, if he went through with Jones' deal.
'Him heart. He cut out him own heart- it was not worth what small, fleeting moments of joy life brings. So, he cut out him own heart…
Maybe Jack should have done that. Not literally- figuratively. Lock his heart in his chest and hide the key- she never would have found it.
How did she find it? Jack was always careful on choosing who got close to him- how did he slip up?
It was not like he would have gotten her, fully, anyway.
Ah, ha ha! Jack Sparrow does not know what 'e wants. Or, do ye know, but are loathed to claim it as yer own? He run afoul of what vexes all men…
Jack thought about it. What, in the end, did vex all men? What was vexing Jack now – the fact that his life had ended, the woman, or what he didn't get in life?
Maybe he wasn't vexed at all. Maybe it was a trick; maybe it was just him thinking too hard. He usually did that in life… and apparently, in death too.
Not that it really mattered. He was dead.
Wait- how did he die again? Too many thoughts, too many regrets were running through his head now. He needed to focus on one thing: his death.
It's after you, not the ship. Not us.
He remembered a huge mystical beastie… the Kraken. The name alone put a chill in the bones. He remembered dropping his sword, being crushed by tentacles. He remembered the fight he put up before he admitted defeat.
This is the only way, don't you see?
Jack remembered smiling wickedly at the jowls of the beast, before jumping in. It was the only way – the only way to get Jones, the Kraken, and Elizabeth out of his life- the only way to rid his problems was to face his fears. Enslavement, Death, Rejection.
I'm not sorry.
Ah… that is what had happened. That is why he can't get her out of his mind in his death.
Elizabeth Swann. Elizabeth Swann, that pirate, had kissed him, taking his heart and his life with it.
He never touched her when they kissed. Maybe it was because he was slightly shocked; the prissy Governor's daughter who had stolen his thoughts was kissing him. Lip on lip.
His lips reacted before his body did; also, his brain. He kissed her back, his head leaning in to try and get closer to her.
But he never held her. Was afraid to. She might come to her senses and push him away.
Her lean body was already pressed against his; she was gripping him to her. But it wasn't enough for Jack, he wanted more, like the selfish pirate he is.
But he still never touched her. He did not want to scare her off; he wanted her to make this decision.
He wanted skin.
He wanted to press her naked body on his.
Kissing was nice, being this close was wonderful, but for the longest time he wanted to be so close to her that he would be practically in her body. She was already right underneath his skin…
But his Lizzie was thinking of different things. While Jack wanted her so close, so mind numbingly close that he could not stand it; Elizabeth wanted him away. Far away. So far away that he would be dead.
Maybe that's why he didn't hold her.
Never get intimate with the enemy, son. That's weakness.
So, he fell in love with his murderer. And, for some reason, his heart still ached to be near her.
Jack was not upset, or mad, or anything really. In fact, if anything, he was proud. He told her, before, that he would be.
His Elizabeth, the one he unhappily loved, was a pirate. Like him.
And he was damn proud of it.
I admire a person who is willing to do whatever is necessary.