Ok! Here to keep this clear. Eve, Isabella, and Angel are all the same
people! Eve is the original name. Her middle name was Isabella, which is
what she told Jack her name was when they first met (as in when she first
went back in time). Following? Good! After Jack fell in love with Isabella
he began to call her Angel (because she was his Angel), thus she was
married with the name 'Isabella Angel'. The crew of the Black Pearl also
called her Angel. In the crow's nest in whatever chapter it was, Isabella
admits to really being Eve. Thus Jack gets pissed! And please reread at
least once because you have to pick up the foreshadowing bits I dropped (IE
the book passage on Jack Sparrow and his wife in the first chapter of The
Truth About Isabella and stuff).
Ok, also, Christian is Adam's son. He'll get more into the story later. Will and Jack come back, I swear. So don't stop reading if you're disappointed.
PS, the first chapter of this is a little bit to explain The Truth About Isabella and a little bit to foreshadow this. Plz tell me if I accidently don't follow it!
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Elijah followed Eve's graceful, lanky walk to the other end of Tortuga, where they stopped in front of a beautiful inn.
Eve, eventually getting annoyed at the bombardment of questions from Elijah, threatened him with her pistol to his groin. After that, the trip was quiet.
"I'll explain, if I please to, later, savvy?" Was all she said, her voice hushed and mildly irritated.
So the trip back for Elijah was perhaps more interesting than it would have been talking. For the first time in all the time he had known her, he got to study her.
God, she was Jack's feminine form. Elijah swore that if Jack died then his soul obviously got comfy in Eve. Her hair was completely plaited now, with similar beads to the ones Jack had worn, and though she was pale, her skin had the same glow as Jack's did. She was more secretive than Jack, but no one really suspected her of anything. She was an excellent fighter. . . taught by Jack himself, and another man by the name of William Turner.
William Turner? Bootstrap Bill Turner? Elijah had heard stories of him. . . but wasn't he dead? Because of Barbossa. Damn fool he was. Bootstrap was supposed to be a good man. He didn't have. . . a son?
Elijah shrugged, then hastened his lacking pace to catch up to his captain. He resolved to ask Eve about her past in the Windmill Inn.
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Their room was gorgeous, beautifully decorated and finely tuned. Eve could manage this, and it surprised Elijah. Sure, they were a successful pirating ship, but so much money and Eve spent it non-chalantly?
His question was answered when Eve noticed him looking around in awe. "Savings," she said simply, then walked to the bed.
Her arching eyebrows furrowed.
"What is it, Captain?" Elijah walked up to her, brushed her hand.
"There's only one bed."
"Oh," thoughts that Elijah had willed from his mind came pouring back in. Who wouldn't have these thoughts about Eve? "Well, I'll lay on the ground." It was better than what he was used to, anyway.
"Ridiculous. It's a large bed."
'Perfect for rolling around in,' almost popped out of Elijah's mouth. "Are ye sure, Eve?" Was what came out instead.
"Naturally. When am I not?" A playful grin lined her lips, something that Elijah was used to, but it was the wrong thing to do at the moment. He felt himself harden and turned away, blushing.
"Erhm, Captain. . ." Elijah looked up. He should say. . . he COULD say what he felt. But. . . that would make everything so awkward.
"Yes, Elijah?" Eve said softly. She had no idea how much she was tormenting Elijah, and she walked up and put her hand on his arms, turning him around. "'Lijah, what is it?"
For a split second Elijah thanked god that she looked straight to his eyes, and not below. But the rest of the moment was spent longing to kiss her. Again her eyebrows furrowed ('she has no idea how cute she is when she does that') and she ran her cold fingers down his cheek.
"I. . . erhm. . . I'm not sure I'm comfortable sleeping in the same bed as you!" Elijah blurted out. 'Love makes people do stupid things.
Eve backed up and turned away, picking up a bottle of rum that stood pre- prepared for her by the Inn. She took a long swig of it, took a deep breath, then turn around and ran to Elijah's arms. "I know love," was her last few words before she kissed him, powerful for the little squirt she was.
~***~
Elijah pulled the covers up over the two of them. Eve. . . and he. . . he couldn't believe. . . did that really just happen? Was the woman in his arms really there? He rested his arms on her bare belly. Soft skin. . .
She rolled over in her sleep and pressed her body up against him.
She was so harsh when awake and sober. Life hadn't treated her well. But in slumber, she was an angel.
His angel?
Elijah basked in the glory of the possibility of her loving him.
He could almost see it in the post, a wedding invitation to his mother and sister. Eve in a flowing dress. Not the red and black one, the one from her and Jack's wedding. Not that dress.
~***~
Eve woke to see Elijah lying next to her, and cursed herself for letting go.
Abstinence had been hard on her. But had she really just admitted to herself that Jack was gone?
She stood and dressed carefully, quietly. She knew Elijah could read fairly well, she had taught him herself, so she left a note pinned to the door with her dagger: it had the signature Angel Wing decorating the handle, so he'd now it was her.
Scribbling carelessly, she wrote, "In pub getting rum, come when you wake up. Christian will be there."
She tucked a replacement dagger in her belt and strolled downstairs. She sat at a table near the bar and ordered a bottle of rum and some wine. Christian walked in gallantly, spotting her and slightly smiling. He sat down on the creaking chair and said, "Hello, Miss Spade. On time I see?"
Eve nodded and looked down at the rum swirling in the bottle. "I only sent for you because it occurred to me that the crew wouldn't take well to a Brit on the ship, savvy? And where's your father?"
"And here I thought you just missed me! He's not feeling well. Also, you do realize it takes time to sail."
"You ass! Don't you dare try and get a rise out of me, Christian James! I was there when ye were born and I can be there when ye die!"
The two laughed and clinked bottles. Christian decided to ignore how uncomfortable the comment had made him. "So yer father isn't well?"
"No, I'm sad to say. He's aging."
Eve realized that not everyone had her curse. She wanted to cry. . . everyone around her was doomed to die before her. "I see."
"How old are you, Spade?"
Eve smirked. "I have no idea, love. No bloody idea."
There was an awkward silence, in which Eve downed her bottle of rum and stared at the ceiling. Creaks were coming from above. Elijah might be awake.
She looked over at Christian. He looked a lot like his father. His mother's hair, though. Soft, dirty blond curls.
Eve remembered Christian's mother fondly. A polite woman named Julianna. Eyes just like Jack's. In fact, Eve always thought they were related in some way. Julianna was a woman Eve wouldn't being sister-in-laws with.
"How is your mother, anyway?"
Adam looked at her for a moment, wondering about the change in subject. "Fine," He said carefully, "She's also getting old. 33 now, I think."
Eve nodded. "How old are you?"
"18."
"And a captain already! Well!"
"Yes. It's partially because of my father. He IS the Commodore."
Eve nodded. Her thoughts drifted back to Jack.
As if he was reading her mind, Christian spoke, "So, Eve, who are we looking for?" He was referring to what they had gotten together for in the first place.
"Jack Sparrow."
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Ok you're probably still confused. Just go with it for a little while.
Ok, also, Christian is Adam's son. He'll get more into the story later. Will and Jack come back, I swear. So don't stop reading if you're disappointed.
PS, the first chapter of this is a little bit to explain The Truth About Isabella and a little bit to foreshadow this. Plz tell me if I accidently don't follow it!
~*untypical*~
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Elijah followed Eve's graceful, lanky walk to the other end of Tortuga, where they stopped in front of a beautiful inn.
Eve, eventually getting annoyed at the bombardment of questions from Elijah, threatened him with her pistol to his groin. After that, the trip was quiet.
"I'll explain, if I please to, later, savvy?" Was all she said, her voice hushed and mildly irritated.
So the trip back for Elijah was perhaps more interesting than it would have been talking. For the first time in all the time he had known her, he got to study her.
God, she was Jack's feminine form. Elijah swore that if Jack died then his soul obviously got comfy in Eve. Her hair was completely plaited now, with similar beads to the ones Jack had worn, and though she was pale, her skin had the same glow as Jack's did. She was more secretive than Jack, but no one really suspected her of anything. She was an excellent fighter. . . taught by Jack himself, and another man by the name of William Turner.
William Turner? Bootstrap Bill Turner? Elijah had heard stories of him. . . but wasn't he dead? Because of Barbossa. Damn fool he was. Bootstrap was supposed to be a good man. He didn't have. . . a son?
Elijah shrugged, then hastened his lacking pace to catch up to his captain. He resolved to ask Eve about her past in the Windmill Inn.
~***~
Their room was gorgeous, beautifully decorated and finely tuned. Eve could manage this, and it surprised Elijah. Sure, they were a successful pirating ship, but so much money and Eve spent it non-chalantly?
His question was answered when Eve noticed him looking around in awe. "Savings," she said simply, then walked to the bed.
Her arching eyebrows furrowed.
"What is it, Captain?" Elijah walked up to her, brushed her hand.
"There's only one bed."
"Oh," thoughts that Elijah had willed from his mind came pouring back in. Who wouldn't have these thoughts about Eve? "Well, I'll lay on the ground." It was better than what he was used to, anyway.
"Ridiculous. It's a large bed."
'Perfect for rolling around in,' almost popped out of Elijah's mouth. "Are ye sure, Eve?" Was what came out instead.
"Naturally. When am I not?" A playful grin lined her lips, something that Elijah was used to, but it was the wrong thing to do at the moment. He felt himself harden and turned away, blushing.
"Erhm, Captain. . ." Elijah looked up. He should say. . . he COULD say what he felt. But. . . that would make everything so awkward.
"Yes, Elijah?" Eve said softly. She had no idea how much she was tormenting Elijah, and she walked up and put her hand on his arms, turning him around. "'Lijah, what is it?"
For a split second Elijah thanked god that she looked straight to his eyes, and not below. But the rest of the moment was spent longing to kiss her. Again her eyebrows furrowed ('she has no idea how cute she is when she does that') and she ran her cold fingers down his cheek.
"I. . . erhm. . . I'm not sure I'm comfortable sleeping in the same bed as you!" Elijah blurted out. 'Love makes people do stupid things.
Eve backed up and turned away, picking up a bottle of rum that stood pre- prepared for her by the Inn. She took a long swig of it, took a deep breath, then turn around and ran to Elijah's arms. "I know love," was her last few words before she kissed him, powerful for the little squirt she was.
~***~
Elijah pulled the covers up over the two of them. Eve. . . and he. . . he couldn't believe. . . did that really just happen? Was the woman in his arms really there? He rested his arms on her bare belly. Soft skin. . .
She rolled over in her sleep and pressed her body up against him.
She was so harsh when awake and sober. Life hadn't treated her well. But in slumber, she was an angel.
His angel?
Elijah basked in the glory of the possibility of her loving him.
He could almost see it in the post, a wedding invitation to his mother and sister. Eve in a flowing dress. Not the red and black one, the one from her and Jack's wedding. Not that dress.
~***~
Eve woke to see Elijah lying next to her, and cursed herself for letting go.
Abstinence had been hard on her. But had she really just admitted to herself that Jack was gone?
She stood and dressed carefully, quietly. She knew Elijah could read fairly well, she had taught him herself, so she left a note pinned to the door with her dagger: it had the signature Angel Wing decorating the handle, so he'd now it was her.
Scribbling carelessly, she wrote, "In pub getting rum, come when you wake up. Christian will be there."
She tucked a replacement dagger in her belt and strolled downstairs. She sat at a table near the bar and ordered a bottle of rum and some wine. Christian walked in gallantly, spotting her and slightly smiling. He sat down on the creaking chair and said, "Hello, Miss Spade. On time I see?"
Eve nodded and looked down at the rum swirling in the bottle. "I only sent for you because it occurred to me that the crew wouldn't take well to a Brit on the ship, savvy? And where's your father?"
"And here I thought you just missed me! He's not feeling well. Also, you do realize it takes time to sail."
"You ass! Don't you dare try and get a rise out of me, Christian James! I was there when ye were born and I can be there when ye die!"
The two laughed and clinked bottles. Christian decided to ignore how uncomfortable the comment had made him. "So yer father isn't well?"
"No, I'm sad to say. He's aging."
Eve realized that not everyone had her curse. She wanted to cry. . . everyone around her was doomed to die before her. "I see."
"How old are you, Spade?"
Eve smirked. "I have no idea, love. No bloody idea."
There was an awkward silence, in which Eve downed her bottle of rum and stared at the ceiling. Creaks were coming from above. Elijah might be awake.
She looked over at Christian. He looked a lot like his father. His mother's hair, though. Soft, dirty blond curls.
Eve remembered Christian's mother fondly. A polite woman named Julianna. Eyes just like Jack's. In fact, Eve always thought they were related in some way. Julianna was a woman Eve wouldn't being sister-in-laws with.
"How is your mother, anyway?"
Adam looked at her for a moment, wondering about the change in subject. "Fine," He said carefully, "She's also getting old. 33 now, I think."
Eve nodded. "How old are you?"
"18."
"And a captain already! Well!"
"Yes. It's partially because of my father. He IS the Commodore."
Eve nodded. Her thoughts drifted back to Jack.
As if he was reading her mind, Christian spoke, "So, Eve, who are we looking for?" He was referring to what they had gotten together for in the first place.
"Jack Sparrow."
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Ok you're probably still confused. Just go with it for a little while.