"And really bad eggs!" Jack repeated, after they'd finished singing Elizabeth's pirate song for what must have been the hundredth time. Both tone deaf and drunk off their asses… or, in Elizabeth's case, pretending to be drunk off her ass… they were quite a site, the governor and governess of the island. After falling backwards into the sand, Jack half stood and pulled Elizabeth down also, grinning as she dropped onto the sand beside him with a satisfying 'ooph'.
"I love this song…" Jack said, half to himself, words slurred from the massive amounts of rum he'd drowned in the past several hours. "When I get the Peal back, I'm going to teach it to the crew… and we'll sing it all the time!" his words were accompanied by the usual exaggerated arm movements and shameless grin, gold teeth showing.
"And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish Main!" Elizabeth nodded her agreement, holding her bottle of rum in the air.
Jack blinked at Elizabeth, then looked at her cross eyed, as if trying to see her clearly. "Not just the Spanish Main, love… the entire ocean… no, the entire World! Wherever we want to go, we'll go… that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails… that's what a ship needs… But what a ship is… what the Pearl really is… is freedom." His face was almost wistful, and Elizabeth was surprised. Of the many words that could be used to describe Captain Jack Sparrow, 'deep' wasn't one she would have thought applied. But he was so sincere. . . Maybe that was what caused Elizabeth to do what she did next. Laying her head on Jack's shoulder, she yawned.
"Jack, it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island." She murmured, gazing out at the reflection of the moon on the water. Really, it was beautiful here… nothing could quite compare to the magnificence of the Caribbean, and the night had almost a magical quality. The crashing of the waves on the sand was calming, lulling Elizabeth into a sense of comfort. Maybe it was the rum, however little she'd actually drank, but she was slowly beginning to forget her sorrows… to forget that Will could be dead, that she was marooned on an island with an attractive pirate, that her father was probably worried sick— wait? Attractive? Where had that come from? She found Jack attractive?!? Just how much rum had she had? Shaking her head physically to clear the train of thought, she yawned once more.
"Oh yes…" Jack slinked his arm around her shoulder, nodding. "But the … company… is… infinitely better than last time, I think. And the scenery has definitely improved." What was she doing? Just how much rum had this girl had? Jack raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth, looking down at the beauty in the crook of his arm. Pity Will had gotten there first… she really was amazing.
"Mister Sparrow…" Elizabeth sat up suddenly, pushing his arm off her shoulder. "I'm not entirely sure I've had enough rum to allow that sort of talk."
Ah, of course she hadn't… how could he think a fine lass like herself would ever be interested in a scoundrel of a pirate like him. Taking another swig of his rum, he curled the corners of his mustache. "I know exactly what you mean, love…"
Elizabeth let out a small giggle, holding up her bottle of rum. "To freedom!"
"To the Black Pearl." Jack agreed, toasting with his own bottle before taking a swig. Elizabeth watched, pretending to drink as he drowned the rest of the bottle. "We're going to get off this island, love… same way I did last time."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at Jack. My my, he was drunk. "The rumrunners don't use this island as a cache any more, Jack… we can't escape the way you did last time."
"Rum runners?!? Whatever gave you that idea, Lizzie love? No. It was turtles… sea turtles! A pair of 'em! Tied 'em together to make a raft, you know… bloody hard, too! One almost bit me bloody arm off!"
"A sea turtle nearly bit your arm off?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, not even pretending to believe his ludicrous tale.
"Aye 'e bloody damn near did! But I was tough… I didn't let 'im get the better of old Jack, no I didn't." he spoke as if he truly believed what he was saying, and if it weren't for the wild arm movements and body language, Elizabeth would have been able to keep a straight face.
"Ye don' believe me?"
"No, I don't… I just can't see you wrestling a sea turtle…" She began to laugh, eyes dancing with amusement. "I doubt you could."
Quick as a flash, Elizabeth was on her back before she knew what was happening, Jack straddling her waist.
"Ye see, I did something like this…" His dark eyes twinkled with laughter at the look of surprise on Elizabeth's face.
Her heartbeat quickened as the rugged pirate climbed atop her, and she began to struggle beneath him, giggling.
"Settle down there, lass…" Jack grunted, catching her wrist as she reached up to hit him playfully. Her trashing under him seemed to excite him, for some reason, and he felt himself harden.
After a moment, her laughter died away and she found herself staring deeply into Jack's eyes. He let go of her wrist for a moment, and she placed her hand gently on his cheek. He watched her, a bit confused… just what was she doing? A second later, Elizabeth had closed the gap between them, and her lips brushed his tentatively, as if a bit unsure. Jack seemed to sense what she craved, and, not one to leave a woman wanting, captured her lips once more as she pulled away to gauge his reaction.
He ran a tongue across her lower lip, requesting admittance, and she granted it willingly. He was thoroughly enjoying plundering her mouth fully, as only a pirate could, their tongues battling for control. He pulled away for a moment, nibbling on her lower lip, before leaning down to deepen the kiss even further, causing Elizabeth to emit a small moan.
Jack swallowed Elizabeth's moan, it only serving to excite him more as his hands roamed lazily over her body, deepening the kiss. She pulled away after a moment, and, Jack, sensing her hesitation, paused, cocking an eyebrow quizzically.
"I'm not really sure if we should be doing this…" her thoughts were currently on Will, and the guilt she suddenly had at feeling the same way for another man… or, not necessarily the same… things were fairly comfortable with Will, a man she had thought she loved more than any other… but she wasn't exactly sure what she felt for Jack was love… no, it was something else. An insatiable hunger, a sort of longing… a lust she'd never felt before for anyone, not even dear William.
But, she couldn't stand it. Maybe it was what little rum she'd had, but, for once in her life, Elizabeth Swann wasn't worried about what was right or proper… she was, for the moment, going to allow herself to suffer from a complete lack of inhibitions, and she leaned up to kiss the pirate once more.