Chapter 6: Something or nothing?
Will walked alongside the rocks as the waves crashed against him. The soft ocean breeze ruffled his hair. He continued to walk, with a worried look on his face. Then, he stopped and smiled.
Will ran to Elizabeth, who was sitting on the beach, looking up at the sunset. "Elizabeth!" he called, as he got closer. Elizabeth turned her head and smiled. Will ran up to her and picked her up, swinging her around. She giggled. "I've been looking all over for you," he said; then they kissed. But, as Elizabeth pulled away, the face she was looking at wasn't Will's. The face she was staring into lovingly was Jack's. He put her down and she rested her head on his shoulder. Together they stared at the sunset as the waves crashed at their feet.
Elizabeth sat up in bed, panting heavily. It was just a dream. But she was confused; in her dream it seemed like she still loved Will. But then why was Jack there. Did she love him? Had she really fallen in love with Jack Sparrow? Elizabeth stepped out of bed, went behind her changing screen* and began to get dressed. There was a knock on the door, and Jack walked in. "Oh, sorry," he said when he noticed she was changing. "Oh, Jack, um, actually I could use some help." Jack swiveled around in the doorway and a shocked expression crossed his face. "See, I can't put on this bloody corset myself. Could you?" she said, motioning to the corset with her eyes. "Um, well.see I really only know how to cut one off, so." "Stop making excuses. It's easy; all you have to is pull and tie." "Pull and tie. Of course," Jack said as he wandered slowly towards her. As Jack began to tie her corset, an uneasy silence settled between them. Then, trying to make conversation; "So.last night was.fun, wasn't it? I mean, with all the drinking and the fire and the supplies," said Jack. "Yes, very eventful. But, I was actually thinking more about the kiss." "The kiss?" said Jack, looking up. "Yes. The kiss you gave me on the cliff. After you saved me. You didn't forget?" "No, of course not. How could I forget about that?" He finished tying her corset and she finished putting on her dress. Jack walked over to the window and looked outside. When Elizabeth was through changing, she walked over to him. "Do you think we should tell anyone?" she asked him. "Of course. Let's share it with the whole world." "I'm serious, Jack." He turned around to face her. "So am I, love." He walked over to a chair and sat down. "I mean obviously there are some people we can't tell. Like your dear ole'dad, for example. Gibbs would think it bad luck, and of course there's a certain lover-boy back in Royal we may not want to inform." "Will. Like in my dream." Jack, interested by the topic of "dream", turned his head towards her. "What dream?" "Nothing. Just a dream I had." "And you won't tell me because." "Well, Will and I were on the beach and we were laughing and having fun. And then we kissed. And when I pulled back, it was you. You were there instead of him. And it just got me thinking, you know? Do I like you better than Will?" "Well, do you?" Jack asked, looking up sadly. "I don't know." There was another, long uneasy pause between them, so Jack stood up, and was about to leave, when: "I mean, it just seems like sometimes I do like you better, but then.I don't know. I think of Will, and his sweet face." Elizabeth said. Jack stood facing the door with a hurt look on his face. "But, then again, what am I getting myself worked up for? I mean, it was just a kiss, right? It didn't mean anything," said Elizabeth. Jack stared at the floor; then, quietly: "It didn't mean anything to you." Then, he left.
* I'm not sure what it's called. So, excuse if I'm wrong. And, if anyone knows what it's called, please e-mail me and tell me. *Curious to know*
Will walked alongside the rocks as the waves crashed against him. The soft ocean breeze ruffled his hair. He continued to walk, with a worried look on his face. Then, he stopped and smiled.
Will ran to Elizabeth, who was sitting on the beach, looking up at the sunset. "Elizabeth!" he called, as he got closer. Elizabeth turned her head and smiled. Will ran up to her and picked her up, swinging her around. She giggled. "I've been looking all over for you," he said; then they kissed. But, as Elizabeth pulled away, the face she was looking at wasn't Will's. The face she was staring into lovingly was Jack's. He put her down and she rested her head on his shoulder. Together they stared at the sunset as the waves crashed at their feet.
Elizabeth sat up in bed, panting heavily. It was just a dream. But she was confused; in her dream it seemed like she still loved Will. But then why was Jack there. Did she love him? Had she really fallen in love with Jack Sparrow? Elizabeth stepped out of bed, went behind her changing screen* and began to get dressed. There was a knock on the door, and Jack walked in. "Oh, sorry," he said when he noticed she was changing. "Oh, Jack, um, actually I could use some help." Jack swiveled around in the doorway and a shocked expression crossed his face. "See, I can't put on this bloody corset myself. Could you?" she said, motioning to the corset with her eyes. "Um, well.see I really only know how to cut one off, so." "Stop making excuses. It's easy; all you have to is pull and tie." "Pull and tie. Of course," Jack said as he wandered slowly towards her. As Jack began to tie her corset, an uneasy silence settled between them. Then, trying to make conversation; "So.last night was.fun, wasn't it? I mean, with all the drinking and the fire and the supplies," said Jack. "Yes, very eventful. But, I was actually thinking more about the kiss." "The kiss?" said Jack, looking up. "Yes. The kiss you gave me on the cliff. After you saved me. You didn't forget?" "No, of course not. How could I forget about that?" He finished tying her corset and she finished putting on her dress. Jack walked over to the window and looked outside. When Elizabeth was through changing, she walked over to him. "Do you think we should tell anyone?" she asked him. "Of course. Let's share it with the whole world." "I'm serious, Jack." He turned around to face her. "So am I, love." He walked over to a chair and sat down. "I mean obviously there are some people we can't tell. Like your dear ole'dad, for example. Gibbs would think it bad luck, and of course there's a certain lover-boy back in Royal we may not want to inform." "Will. Like in my dream." Jack, interested by the topic of "dream", turned his head towards her. "What dream?" "Nothing. Just a dream I had." "And you won't tell me because." "Well, Will and I were on the beach and we were laughing and having fun. And then we kissed. And when I pulled back, it was you. You were there instead of him. And it just got me thinking, you know? Do I like you better than Will?" "Well, do you?" Jack asked, looking up sadly. "I don't know." There was another, long uneasy pause between them, so Jack stood up, and was about to leave, when: "I mean, it just seems like sometimes I do like you better, but then.I don't know. I think of Will, and his sweet face." Elizabeth said. Jack stood facing the door with a hurt look on his face. "But, then again, what am I getting myself worked up for? I mean, it was just a kiss, right? It didn't mean anything," said Elizabeth. Jack stared at the floor; then, quietly: "It didn't mean anything to you." Then, he left.
* I'm not sure what it's called. So, excuse if I'm wrong. And, if anyone knows what it's called, please e-mail me and tell me. *Curious to know*