Call Me Captain
Part Two
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except maybe the sea turtles.
*This is a continuation of my first fic, 'Call Me Captain'. It is set directly where the last left off. For that story, see my bio.
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Synopsis: After spending an eventful night on the Isle O' Rum together, Jack and Elizabeth are rescued by a particular Commodore. In a last effort to save Will from Barbossa, their new relationship will be tested by Commodores, cursed pirates, and Will, himself. Jack/Elizabeth.
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Chapter One: Bittersweet Beginnings
The sun was beginning to set; slowly dipping down under the rolling azure waves. The coolness of the water no doubt eased it's fiery pain. The orb of day fell further, causing the last of its visible rays to burst from the top of the sea in a dazzling display of colors. A dark sapphire canvas of setting night was slashed by the deep wounds of saffron, scarlet, and jade. The stars pursued the dashes of color, in hopes of closing the wounds the sun's setting had caused the stygian night sky.
At once, the sun lost it's downward battle and it was consumed by the throe of the shifting sea, its betrayer. When once the sea did reflect the brilliance of the sun, when the relationship between glittering specks of light upon the blue of water sparkled, now did the sea mutineer the sun after it's departure from the sky. It now reflecting the sable of night, dark and deep as the sky itself.
The sea was a betrayer. When once it did serve the sun as it's mirror, now it became a slave to the night, reflecting only darkness.
Captain Jack Sparrow turned away from the scene before him, his eyes downcast and his lips twisted in a thoughtful way. Sand stuck to his feet as he walked away from the beach and into the palm trees again. The roaring fire he and Elizabeth Swann had started in hopes of rescue was now a heap of burning embers. Little tongues of flame licked at the last possible leaves of palm that had not been reduced to ashes. When that was done, they died-death to an ember, the fire condemned.
It would only be moments now before Commodore Norrington's men made their wave over the choppy waters to the island. His sacrifice of rum created such a large blaze that the traveling ships had seen the large tendrils of smoke that had danced up. Elizabeth had been keeping watch on one side of the little island, while Jack had continued to pour his treasure upon the burning flames. Crate after crate of beautiful, golden rum had been sacrificed.
Though it had not been in vain. Elizabeth had come running, her small, bare feet kicking up tufts of sand as she flew at him with waving arms. Jack's first thought was lunacy. The girl must have lost it, the idea of failure causing her to go into a fit of madness. After she had flung her arms around his neck, and screamed "We did it! We did it! It worked!" knocking them both down to the sand, Jack had realized that she had seen the ships in the distant horizon, heading their way.
From there, they had celebrated, in the only way one can on a deserted Caribbean island. The last crate of rum had been employed and Jack had never tasted such bitter-sweet rum before.
Now, as he walked back to where Elizabeth was attempting to tidy herself up the point of respectability by the dying fire, Jack could taste that bitter- sweet victory again.
Bitter because he would now be in the hands of a man who was fresh from humiliation but days ago when Jack had escaped, somewhat, under his eyes, threatening his bonny lass in the process. No doubt, the Commodore would not have forgotten the debt he felt necessary to repay Jack- a short rope and a long drop.
Sweet because there was now a chance of escape. Sweet because if he could convince the Commodore that pride was a terribly wonderful thing, he could get him to go after the wounded Black Pearl and hopefully reach their docking point, the treasure of Cortez, before the pirates lifted anchor after ending the curse and headed off into the horizon. The last pirate threat in the sea would be a wonderful bargaining chip for the status- minded Commodore.
"They're coming, Jack! I can see the boats now! They're almost to shore," Elizabeth called out in delight as she finished pulling her hair up in some elaborate twist.
"Getting all pretty for the Commodore, I presume," Jack said, staggering around the soft fire and kicking the rebellious charred remains back into the ashy grave.
"Of course, not! I'd rather have him see me as a dirty rag doll before I dress again to impress him. Last time it almost cost me my life. bloody corsets," Elizabeth said with a whip. Jack couldn't help but smile as he remembered the tight corset that almost killed her. He had taken his knife and slashed it, allowing her to breath. Thank the seas for Singapore, he thought with a light air to himself.
"Rather, I doubt my father would be pleased to see me in a wrecked state. If it looks like any harm had come to me during my adventures, well. well, I think he'd kill you the quicker," Elizabeth said carefully. Her somber brown eyes turned to Jack.
Jack flashed her a smile, his gold teeth catching what light the fire was giving out. "Don't 'spect anything can change that, now, can it?" He walked towards her and fell to the sand beside her.
"Don't talk that way, Jack. We'll figure it out," she said softly, abandoning her preening to turn and face him. She brought her knees up to her chest, her softly tanned arms wrapping themselves around the hinge of her dress.
"Well, here's to hoping, lass," Jack said as he looked through the palm trees and spotted the lanterns of the rowboats pulling up to shore. "Ready, love?"
She looked at him, the last wisps of the embers' light gently shading her brown eyes, bringing out the small specks of gold that sparkled in the brown orbs. "It's a pity we never got to use those sea turtles," she sighed, giving him an elbow to the shoulder.
"Ah, but they were ready. They told me to get to them quicker next time, so I wouldn't have to sacrifice the rum for a bloody fire," he said in a soft voice, turning towards Elizabeth. His warm breath tickled her face and she leaned forward, allowing her lips to brush lightly against his chapped ones.
"Yes, next time," Elizabeth whispered into his parted lips and pulled away as a swarm of men invaded their shores. Swords were already being brandished and Elizabeth's name was being called out with dramatic gusto.
"Ready, governess," Jack asked as he staggered to his feet, bending and holding out his hat in a bow. She followed and he offered a crooked arm to her. She wove hers through his.
"It's time we paid our respects to the Commodore, governor," she said in a very regal tone. Jack grinned and led the way through the trees.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except maybe the sea turtles.
*This is a continuation of my first fic, 'Call Me Captain'. It is set directly where the last left off. For that story, see my bio.
~@~
Synopsis: After spending an eventful night on the Isle O' Rum together, Jack and Elizabeth are rescued by a particular Commodore. In a last effort to save Will from Barbossa, their new relationship will be tested by Commodores, cursed pirates, and Will, himself. Jack/Elizabeth.
~@~
Chapter One: Bittersweet Beginnings
The sun was beginning to set; slowly dipping down under the rolling azure waves. The coolness of the water no doubt eased it's fiery pain. The orb of day fell further, causing the last of its visible rays to burst from the top of the sea in a dazzling display of colors. A dark sapphire canvas of setting night was slashed by the deep wounds of saffron, scarlet, and jade. The stars pursued the dashes of color, in hopes of closing the wounds the sun's setting had caused the stygian night sky.
At once, the sun lost it's downward battle and it was consumed by the throe of the shifting sea, its betrayer. When once the sea did reflect the brilliance of the sun, when the relationship between glittering specks of light upon the blue of water sparkled, now did the sea mutineer the sun after it's departure from the sky. It now reflecting the sable of night, dark and deep as the sky itself.
The sea was a betrayer. When once it did serve the sun as it's mirror, now it became a slave to the night, reflecting only darkness.
Captain Jack Sparrow turned away from the scene before him, his eyes downcast and his lips twisted in a thoughtful way. Sand stuck to his feet as he walked away from the beach and into the palm trees again. The roaring fire he and Elizabeth Swann had started in hopes of rescue was now a heap of burning embers. Little tongues of flame licked at the last possible leaves of palm that had not been reduced to ashes. When that was done, they died-death to an ember, the fire condemned.
It would only be moments now before Commodore Norrington's men made their wave over the choppy waters to the island. His sacrifice of rum created such a large blaze that the traveling ships had seen the large tendrils of smoke that had danced up. Elizabeth had been keeping watch on one side of the little island, while Jack had continued to pour his treasure upon the burning flames. Crate after crate of beautiful, golden rum had been sacrificed.
Though it had not been in vain. Elizabeth had come running, her small, bare feet kicking up tufts of sand as she flew at him with waving arms. Jack's first thought was lunacy. The girl must have lost it, the idea of failure causing her to go into a fit of madness. After she had flung her arms around his neck, and screamed "We did it! We did it! It worked!" knocking them both down to the sand, Jack had realized that she had seen the ships in the distant horizon, heading their way.
From there, they had celebrated, in the only way one can on a deserted Caribbean island. The last crate of rum had been employed and Jack had never tasted such bitter-sweet rum before.
Now, as he walked back to where Elizabeth was attempting to tidy herself up the point of respectability by the dying fire, Jack could taste that bitter- sweet victory again.
Bitter because he would now be in the hands of a man who was fresh from humiliation but days ago when Jack had escaped, somewhat, under his eyes, threatening his bonny lass in the process. No doubt, the Commodore would not have forgotten the debt he felt necessary to repay Jack- a short rope and a long drop.
Sweet because there was now a chance of escape. Sweet because if he could convince the Commodore that pride was a terribly wonderful thing, he could get him to go after the wounded Black Pearl and hopefully reach their docking point, the treasure of Cortez, before the pirates lifted anchor after ending the curse and headed off into the horizon. The last pirate threat in the sea would be a wonderful bargaining chip for the status- minded Commodore.
"They're coming, Jack! I can see the boats now! They're almost to shore," Elizabeth called out in delight as she finished pulling her hair up in some elaborate twist.
"Getting all pretty for the Commodore, I presume," Jack said, staggering around the soft fire and kicking the rebellious charred remains back into the ashy grave.
"Of course, not! I'd rather have him see me as a dirty rag doll before I dress again to impress him. Last time it almost cost me my life. bloody corsets," Elizabeth said with a whip. Jack couldn't help but smile as he remembered the tight corset that almost killed her. He had taken his knife and slashed it, allowing her to breath. Thank the seas for Singapore, he thought with a light air to himself.
"Rather, I doubt my father would be pleased to see me in a wrecked state. If it looks like any harm had come to me during my adventures, well. well, I think he'd kill you the quicker," Elizabeth said carefully. Her somber brown eyes turned to Jack.
Jack flashed her a smile, his gold teeth catching what light the fire was giving out. "Don't 'spect anything can change that, now, can it?" He walked towards her and fell to the sand beside her.
"Don't talk that way, Jack. We'll figure it out," she said softly, abandoning her preening to turn and face him. She brought her knees up to her chest, her softly tanned arms wrapping themselves around the hinge of her dress.
"Well, here's to hoping, lass," Jack said as he looked through the palm trees and spotted the lanterns of the rowboats pulling up to shore. "Ready, love?"
She looked at him, the last wisps of the embers' light gently shading her brown eyes, bringing out the small specks of gold that sparkled in the brown orbs. "It's a pity we never got to use those sea turtles," she sighed, giving him an elbow to the shoulder.
"Ah, but they were ready. They told me to get to them quicker next time, so I wouldn't have to sacrifice the rum for a bloody fire," he said in a soft voice, turning towards Elizabeth. His warm breath tickled her face and she leaned forward, allowing her lips to brush lightly against his chapped ones.
"Yes, next time," Elizabeth whispered into his parted lips and pulled away as a swarm of men invaded their shores. Swords were already being brandished and Elizabeth's name was being called out with dramatic gusto.
"Ready, governess," Jack asked as he staggered to his feet, bending and holding out his hat in a bow. She followed and he offered a crooked arm to her. She wove hers through his.
"It's time we paid our respects to the Commodore, governor," she said in a very regal tone. Jack grinned and led the way through the trees.
