Elijah woke up and saw the gleaming dagger immediately. His first reaction
was trouble, but when he saw the note and that it was her dagger he
relaxed. Quickly he got dressed, falling over more than once in his clumsy
actions. Eventually he ran out the door, down the hall, and tumbled down
the stairs.
~***~
Eve was startled when she heard a loud thump over head. She rolled her eyes when she realized it was Elijah getting dressed. His cabin had always been next to hers and he seemed to have a few issues with getting pants on.
Though, Eve had to admit, he wasn't half bad at getting them off.
She shook her head to be rid of those thoughts. She should have never slept with him. Not with the news she had just gotten.
Thank god she had the excuse of rum.
~***~
Christian got up and went outside for a breath of air.
He couldn't get Eve out of his head. She was insane. Looking for Jack Sparrow? He was shot, according to Christian's father. And according to Eve he wasn't senile. Christian scowled. He didn't like when he didn't know what was going on. Everyone was talking in circles.
Elijah. . . what was he about? He hovered over Eve. 'He must like her,' thought Christian. The thought tweaked him, and he didn't know why.
There was no way he LIKED Eve. He wouldn't make the same mistake as his father. Elijah might. Elijah was a fool.
What if he wasn't?
And why is god's name was she looking for Sparrow? It's bad enough she's the most reknowned pirate after him, but for them to hook up and work together? It would be a Reign of Terror!
~***~
Elijah calmed himself at the bottom of the stairs. Eve was sitting a few tables from him, staring at the ceiling. She and Jack used to do stuff like that together all the time.
Jack's Angel. He missed that woman, her smile. But now she might be his!
He remembered fifteen years ago. They ruled the seas. The Caribbean wasn't British territory, or French or Spanish or anything else. It was territory of the Black Pearl.
And the two had stood at the wheel, arm in arm, staring out at the horizon, knowing that it was theirs for the taking. The very moon could be theirs. Each and every star. The hot Caribbean sun. But they didn't need it.
Jack had been Eve's sun. Eve had been Jack's moon. And they had more stars in their eyes than a billion galaxies.
Elijah suddenly wondered why he was thinking of Jack and Eve. It was Elijah and Eve now.
But what about that Captain Riley? He looked at Eve in the way you look at a diamond you find on the ground. Full of lusterous longing.
Elijah shook his head stubbornly. "Aye! Stupid. Tha's all 'tis. Stupid."
Eve looked over at him, hearing his voice. Elijah blushed, not realizing he had said his thoughts out loud. Eve raised an eyebrow then called for another rum. No one was in the pub, so it came quickly.
Elijah sat down and snatched the bottle from Eve's hands. "'EY! THAT'S ME RUM!" She yelled. Christian ran back in, hand on his sword. Quickly he relaxed when he saw Eve jumping pathetically for the bottle in Elijah's hand.
Elijah? Christian put two and two together and figured he just woke up. That was the thumping, then, upstairs. What a clutz.
Christian was disrupted from his thoughts by a loud clunk. Eve had plopped back down into her seat, crossed her arms, and gave Elijah an adorable puppy-dog face. Christian's heart fluttered.
Elijah's did the same. He hung his head in defeat and gave her the rum bottle, which she proceede to chug. Then belch. Elijah gave her a high-five and laughed, successfully ignoring the butterflies lining his chest.
~***~
He stood on the docks of Tortuga. Whoever this Riley man was, well, he might as well meet up with him. Maybe he knew Angel.
So he stood, waiting for the sun to set. It had been years since he had seen Angel, and Riley did sound terribly familiar.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Now if everything is relatively cleared up. . .
I'll update as many times as I can but it's hard to get on my computer around this time. Plus this is positively ALL I have typed up and I still have to figure something out and well anyway you know what I mean.
Happy Holidays everyone.
~*untypical*~
~***~
Eve was startled when she heard a loud thump over head. She rolled her eyes when she realized it was Elijah getting dressed. His cabin had always been next to hers and he seemed to have a few issues with getting pants on.
Though, Eve had to admit, he wasn't half bad at getting them off.
She shook her head to be rid of those thoughts. She should have never slept with him. Not with the news she had just gotten.
Thank god she had the excuse of rum.
~***~
Christian got up and went outside for a breath of air.
He couldn't get Eve out of his head. She was insane. Looking for Jack Sparrow? He was shot, according to Christian's father. And according to Eve he wasn't senile. Christian scowled. He didn't like when he didn't know what was going on. Everyone was talking in circles.
Elijah. . . what was he about? He hovered over Eve. 'He must like her,' thought Christian. The thought tweaked him, and he didn't know why.
There was no way he LIKED Eve. He wouldn't make the same mistake as his father. Elijah might. Elijah was a fool.
What if he wasn't?
And why is god's name was she looking for Sparrow? It's bad enough she's the most reknowned pirate after him, but for them to hook up and work together? It would be a Reign of Terror!
~***~
Elijah calmed himself at the bottom of the stairs. Eve was sitting a few tables from him, staring at the ceiling. She and Jack used to do stuff like that together all the time.
Jack's Angel. He missed that woman, her smile. But now she might be his!
He remembered fifteen years ago. They ruled the seas. The Caribbean wasn't British territory, or French or Spanish or anything else. It was territory of the Black Pearl.
And the two had stood at the wheel, arm in arm, staring out at the horizon, knowing that it was theirs for the taking. The very moon could be theirs. Each and every star. The hot Caribbean sun. But they didn't need it.
Jack had been Eve's sun. Eve had been Jack's moon. And they had more stars in their eyes than a billion galaxies.
Elijah suddenly wondered why he was thinking of Jack and Eve. It was Elijah and Eve now.
But what about that Captain Riley? He looked at Eve in the way you look at a diamond you find on the ground. Full of lusterous longing.
Elijah shook his head stubbornly. "Aye! Stupid. Tha's all 'tis. Stupid."
Eve looked over at him, hearing his voice. Elijah blushed, not realizing he had said his thoughts out loud. Eve raised an eyebrow then called for another rum. No one was in the pub, so it came quickly.
Elijah sat down and snatched the bottle from Eve's hands. "'EY! THAT'S ME RUM!" She yelled. Christian ran back in, hand on his sword. Quickly he relaxed when he saw Eve jumping pathetically for the bottle in Elijah's hand.
Elijah? Christian put two and two together and figured he just woke up. That was the thumping, then, upstairs. What a clutz.
Christian was disrupted from his thoughts by a loud clunk. Eve had plopped back down into her seat, crossed her arms, and gave Elijah an adorable puppy-dog face. Christian's heart fluttered.
Elijah's did the same. He hung his head in defeat and gave her the rum bottle, which she proceede to chug. Then belch. Elijah gave her a high-five and laughed, successfully ignoring the butterflies lining his chest.
~***~
He stood on the docks of Tortuga. Whoever this Riley man was, well, he might as well meet up with him. Maybe he knew Angel.
So he stood, waiting for the sun to set. It had been years since he had seen Angel, and Riley did sound terribly familiar.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Now if everything is relatively cleared up. . .
I'll update as many times as I can but it's hard to get on my computer around this time. Plus this is positively ALL I have typed up and I still have to figure something out and well anyway you know what I mean.
Happy Holidays everyone.
~*untypical*~