Summary: Elizabeth, worried about Will, goes off on Jack, who is less than pleased about it. One-shot. Set during COTBP.
Prompt: Have a character go on an angry rant that dissolves into tears.
A/N: Written for an exercise I orchestrated on the r/FanFiction subreddit.
The Damsel's Tirade
The sun was relentless, the sea was endless, and the small island was absolutely hopeless. And Jack Sparrow was trying to ignore the infuriated Elizabeth Swann chasing after him. That happened to be a rather impossible feat, as the young woman was determined to shove her anger upon him.
Women! You just exist and they want something from you. He glanced out at the blank blue horizon, frowning, as he halted on the beach.
She came to a stop behind him, still going on. "I don't know how many of those stories are true, but surely some of them must be. You, out of all people, should be able to come up with a way to escape this island. You're Captain Jack Sparrow!"
"Look, Miss Swann, I'm not all knowin'-" He started.
But the governor's daughter ignored him, clearly caught up in her emotions. "There's always a way. Please, think of something. Anything. You can't just let Will die! Look at all he risked to save me. He broke you out of the fort! Surely, you owe him for that. You would be dead by now if he had left you there. He saved your life, you should save his to square up with him. I won't let him die because of me."
Her voice had risen to the point of shaking, unable to stay steady under the burden upon her young heart. He could hear her sniffle, followed by the rustling of her sleeve as she rubbed at her eyes.
"If ye would be so kind as to allow me to speak…" Jack was exasperated by her ignorance, yet relieved she had finally stopped ranting. He turned to face her, where she had sunk down to the sand. Red, watery eyes stared up at him. "Your dear William isn't exactly very helpless, darlin'. Aye, he broke me out o' the fort on his own. He even helped me sail a ship into Tortuga with absolutely no bloody experience. Quick learner, that boy. He'll be fine. We'll get off this bloody spit o' land an' get to him, but it's not goin' to happen in jus' an hour, Miss Swann. He'll hold up an' be waitin' for us when we get there." He assured her. "Now stop that worryin' nonsense, savvy?"
Elizabeth nodded, sniffed one last time, and wiped the last of her tears away. Her voice was steadier, and quieter, when she spoke. "Thank you, Captain Sparrow. My apologies for my behavior."