Upon a Painted Ocean - Part 1
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: I don't know...PG so far I guess
Summary:
When a mysterious plague hit Port Royal, Will&Elizabeth go with Captain Jack Sparrow to find a cure. But when Will is captured by the man who unleashed the plague & infected with a new disease that feeds on love, things start to get complicated. slash J/W
Disclaim:
Pirate of the Caribbean isn't mine, I ain't making no money off of this, so don't sue. But Zeke is mine, touch him and die. Credit of the title goes to P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss fic. Special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning:
I guess this story is AU, should happen about a year or two after POTC. Will and Elizabeth are engaged but not yet married. This chapter is divided into three sections, each sections focused on Jack, Zeke and Will. And, NO, Zeke is NOT going to be paired up with any of the characters. Jack/Will 4 EVER!!!!!!!
Same warning as before, this is my first fanfiction...ever and English isn't my first language. My writing experience has been limited to lab reports and technical essay, so please go easy on me. I don't know shit about ships, I am making most of those stuff up, but corrections are welcome. I also write VERY slow, usually have trouble transfer something in my head into words. This is an experiment, if I receive positive feedback, I'll continue. Comments are welcome, and I really need help with a title.
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"Thi' is where we are going." A small dagger sticked out of the map.
Elizabeth raised an elegant eyebrow, "why?"
"According to me sources, thi' is where the shipment is going", Jack smirked.
"In the middle of nowhere?"
"Just casu' ya can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there."
"Now we ar' gonna make stops at here and here, pick up mor supplies. Anamarie?" Anamarie nodded once. "Gibbs and the whelp...", Will puffed his cheeks indignantly at that, "..wil find us mor swords an' cannons." She still doesn't look convinced.
"No use prissing about it, lassie. Th' sooner we got the things we need, the sooner we make 't to tha' shipment. Then ya an' the whelp can go back to yar little house and live happily ever after, savvy?"
She nodded slowly. "We will make it in time", Will said, interwinded their fingers together.
The door cracked up a little. "Your breakfast are ready, sirs, ma'ams." Zeke came in, balancing two large silver trays.
Jack pulled out the dagger and rolled up the map. Zeke put down the two trays, there are tea, fruits, cheese, and some fresh out of oven bread rolls. He then untied the jag of rum at his belt and put it in front of the captain. Jack gave him a toothy grin. The lad is a fast learner. Then he pursed his lip together thoughtfully for a moment, but there IS something ... odd .... about the him. He looks young, only there's something in his eyes, something .... almost .... timeless. Like good .... or evil. And the way he moves....
But, who the hell cared. The lad was good with a knife and a fantastic cook. Jack happily bit down into a bread roll, and with a little wave he dismissed the lad. Zeke left as silently as he came in.
Jack's attention swayed, as always, back to Will and Elizabeth. Little Willy has matured a great deal since the last time he's seen him, and Elizabeth was as stunning as she was strong willed. Jack took another mouthful of rum, and peaked at Will through the top of the glass rim. Long, graceful fingers, callous due to years of hard labor, was carefully pealing the skin off a pear. A flick of wrist, one cut, clean. Brown eyes stared adoringly at equally dark ones, as he pushed half a pear onto her plate. Black lashes, cured up at the end and spreaded out like fans, framing smiling eyes, she murmured a thanks.
//The' batter not be feed'ng each other, is too early in th' morn'g for this.// Jack can feel a headache coming. //me head hurrrtttt, must drink mor rum.//
~~*~~
Gibbs and Anamarie finished up first, then excused themselves. Elizabeth followed shortly, said something about fresh air.
//It's just you and me now, whelp.//
"Soooo, ya finally caught yar bonnie lass, ay?"
"Wha?!" Will jumped a little and then shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "We...we're just engaged."
Jack raised an eyebrow, and did a pretty good intimidation of Elizabeth. Will smiled shyly, "We were planning the wedding and almost set a date....but then this whole mess started. Half the town's .... and....then the governor ..... the navy couldn't do a thing. We have to help everyone first." His voice rose steadily towards the end.
//Stil' as noble as ever, poor kid's not th' kinda to live long.//
"yeahhh, we'll help ya as long as ya kept yar words about the payment."
Not to mention Jack really liked Port Royal, two of his favorite persons lived there. Vann would pay for messing with his town.
Will reached over the table and grabbed his hands, "We will. And thank you so much ..... without you....I....I wouldn't know what to do".
His head dipped, a few strings of silky hair fell from their restraint and softly caressing his forehead. Jack gently squeezed Will's hands, and tried to suppress the shiver when those hands squeezed back.
There was a warm feeling growing in the pit of his stomach, like when he swallowed a particular strong rum. Only it didn't burn, but slowly, almost like sneaky finger tips, caressing him from the inside. He couldn't speak.
//I am ill.//
He felt warm. He always felt warm when Will was around, warm and intoxicated.
~~~*~~~
It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
Jack Sparrow, pirate extraordinate, supposedly a man so evil that hell itself spat him out. Zeke could only wish that was the case. He's....a good man ... more or less, was Zeke's observation since the six months he's been on the Black Pearl. He has all of the traits of a good pirate. Ruthless, yes. Cruel, sometimes. A really bad womanizer, definitely. He has been raiding ships, burning towns, stealing treasures, all with style too...in a grizzled hack kind of way.
But there was also an almost child-like innocent about Jack Sparrow, it was as if the world around him was like a glass ball, beautiful and elusive It was something pretty to look at, to touch, to play with, but always handle with a certain amount of care, and always so very _very_ careful not to drop it.
"I don't like pain very much", Jack once told him. Zeke shivered, remembering the dark pools of obsidian stared at him, hard and soft at the same time.
//It really did seem like a good idea.//
Jack Sparrow, despite all of his wrong doings and extremely smelly habits, hadn't earned himself a spot on Satan's little checklist. How did he manage THAT was beyond Zeke. It was not as if any of Zeke's relatives hasn't tried to tempt him. Oh, how he's been tempted. But still neither heaven nor hell has a claim on him....not yet that is. Zeke aimed to change that.
The idea was simple. Drive Jack Sparrow crazy.
It's Zeke's firm belief that anything could be broken, all you have to do was apply the right amount of pressure at the right place. Life on the high sea could be stressful. With the proper intervention, soon or later Jack was bounded to snap, then he was either going to put a pistol to his head or throw himself overboard. Suicide is a mortal sin after all. If Zeke's lucky, he might even be able to slip in a contract.
But the problem was, Jack Sparrow was crazy to begin with. And no matter how he's been pressed down, he just bounced right back.
It was really very annoying. //My predecessors' bad karma's been catching up//, Zeke absent mindly played with the rope in his hand. He was supposed to be securing the small boat to the side of Pearl. He tried not to look down, grew up around mountains of fire hadn't brought up the necessity of learning to swim. As a safe precaution, he usually avoided large body of water.
Demons liked pain, just not their own.
"Ya ain't slacking off, are ya lad?" A rather meaty hand slapped him heavily on the back of his head. Zeke grabbed the nearest fence, knuckles' white.
"No sir, Mr. Gibbs, just checking how strong the ropes are." //Oh, lame.// Zeke has been told, on more than enough occasions, that he made a terrible demon.
"You trys too hard", his cousin Ursella would often say to him. Then she would tell him to change his hair, or his face, or some other part(s) of his body in a, let's admit it, rather futile attempt to make him look more sinister. He even tried on those twisty little horns once while she laughed her ass off. "They look like croissants", flashing those oh-so-sharp teeth, she'd pet him on the head, "face it, love, you can't rush those thing, you've gotta to give it a couple more millennia." Zeke growled, which only made her laugh harder.
"Are you all right? You look a little dizzy." A soft yet strong voice flowed on the top of his head.
He snapped back to reality, "Yes, ma'am. Just the sun, ma'am. Still got'ng used to it." //Nice shirt, I can see the crack between her breasts from here.//
"Oh, yes, you ought to be careful with it. Wouldn't want to turn into another Jack Sparrow." Elizabeth giggled.
He gave her a slight bow of his head as she walked away to join Mr. Gibbs. "How long is it to the next port?" she inquired.
Mr. Gibbs laughed good naturally, "We've just left one, are you getting sea sick already?"
"I am just concerned....this....informat Jack mentioned, doesn't sound very reliable."
"He's a pirate, of course he ain't reliable. But the captain knows what he's doing." Mr. Gibbs looked like he's trying very hard to believe that.
Zeke mentally rolled his eyes .... but he didn't mind. Trouble usually means fighting, which inevitably leads to bloodshed and pain. Only thing was, the pirates on this ship are surprising hard to kill.
"Doesn't he always." Will laughed, walked up to them with a jacket in his arm.
"Whyyy, mate, tha sounds almos like a insult" the captain followed closely behind.
"Noooo, of course not, we all know to bow down to the great wisdom of captain Jack Sparrow", Will said humbly and grinned. "Aye, you should", the captain took off his hat, and made a theatrical swipe with it, "Thank you, thank you". Elizabeth started giggling again.
Will pulled Elizabeth gently towards him, and put the jacket onto her shoulder like a cap, "it's still a bit chilling this morning." He pecked lightly on her nose.
The couple then proceed to make lovy-dovy eyes at each other. //How revolting//, Zeke rubbed the already forming bump at the back of his head, //that bloody hurts, note to self, feed Mr.Gibbs to the sharks at the first possible opportunity....discretely.//
The captain made a couple of dry laughs as if he's swallowed sandpaper, then swaggered away looking like someone just stuffed a whole bunch of sour grapes down his throat.
//Curious, how very curious indeed//, Zeke turned his face away. After six months of fruitless pursuits, he really was about to give up, until Will Turner came aboard.
~~~*~~~
Will stood alone on the tail end of the ship. He was in a relatively high spirit this morning.
They've finally decided on the destinations of their voyage. Commodore Norrington hasn't shown his ugly face in over a week, maybe the man had finally got a clue that Elizabeth didn't WANT to be rescued from the evil clutch of the pirates. Things were finally beginning to look up.
//We are going to make it in time//, Will thought, //please just hold on, everyone.//
Elizabeth had gone down to the cabin earlier. She wanted to help Anamarie put up the list of all the things they would need. //She really just wanted something to do to take her mind off thing,// Will thought, //couldn't blame her though, if it were Elizabeth....//
Will reached inside his shirt and pulled out a silver chain, at the end dangled a ring. It was a simple silver band with a small round ruby in the middle, some strange scribbling surrounded the ruby in a circular fashion, a gift from Elizabeth.
"It has been in my family for generations", he remembered the feeling of her hands, on his eyebrows, sliding over his eyes and cheeks and finally rested on the corner of his mouth, "silvers are suppose to repel evil". He had breached the small distance and kissed her. Such soft rose petal lips, they tasted like the honeyed chrysanthemum tea she loved. "What about the ruby?" he has asked, arms cycled around her waist, nose nuzzled in her curly hair. "I've heard....it used to be part of a bigger piece. It....Will, stop that *giggles*.....it contains incredible magic powers."
It was a promise. And as a promise in return, he had given her a ring also. Gold, but with sparkly blue sapphires surrounded it. He had made the ring himself, using the souvenirs he had taken along after their last adventure with Captain Jack Sparrow.
//It is in my blood after all//, he chuckled. He had enclosed her small hands in his and slide the ring onto her middle finger. Elizabeth probably knew, Will wouldn't put it past her. She had shaken her head slightly then, but didn't appeared to be upset.
Will stared dreamily into the water. He loved Elizabeth's hands, soft, warm, gentle, small wrist..... so fragile, yet holds such strength....as they wrapped around his own..... roughened from years of swords handling....and.....
//Wait a minute//, he eyes widen, //Elizabeth doesn't.... ...Oh, Oh,// he swallowed, //well, Jack's hands were nice, too.//
He turned and rested his elbows on the wooden bars, and watched the captain quietly. Jack was currently explaining how to catch fish with ropes and a basket, with exaggerating hand gestures to a rather ashen faced Ezekiel Black. The upper half of his body was dangling just outside of the rail, he was swinging back and forth as the ship broke through another wave, with only the rope twisted in his right fist. Jack was shouting happily at the cook and urging the young man to do the same,
"I've gotta to show ya how to do it, see!!!"
Zeke looked like he was going to throw up. Personally, Will didn't think the cook could swim.
Will smiled softly as Mr. Gibbs finally came to Zeke's rescue, and pulled him aside to do something or another. Jack look disappointed as his audience were taken away. Then he spotted Will, and glide his way towards him, hips swang left and right.
"Enjoy the trip so far?"
"Mmm...." the wind felt nice on his face.
"If th' weather kept up, we may make it ahead of schedule." Jack rested one hand on his elbow, and they looked out at the sea in silence.
Despite all the chaos that had occurred and would no doubt increase tenfold in the near future, Will felt relaxed..... and strangely enough....safe. //It's so good to be out on the sea again//, he took a deep breath of salty air. The Black Pearl swings gently with the ocean tides, as if they were lovers, locked in the embrace of an endless waltz.
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Zeke: *sea sick*
Me: Spineless wimp.
Zeke: *glare* It's YOUR fault.
Me: *ignore him* This part is longer than I thought, it's almost six pages. Well, wonder will never cease.
Zeke: *groan something under his breath*
Me: I HEARD that. Anyway, please R&R. Flames will be laughed at, Any other comments are much appreciated. Flattery and sugar will both keep me going.
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: I don't know...PG so far I guess
Summary:
When a mysterious plague hit Port Royal, Will&Elizabeth go with Captain Jack Sparrow to find a cure. But when Will is captured by the man who unleashed the plague & infected with a new disease that feeds on love, things start to get complicated. slash J/W
Disclaim:
Pirate of the Caribbean isn't mine, I ain't making no money off of this, so don't sue. But Zeke is mine, touch him and die. Credit of the title goes to P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss fic. Special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning:
I guess this story is AU, should happen about a year or two after POTC. Will and Elizabeth are engaged but not yet married. This chapter is divided into three sections, each sections focused on Jack, Zeke and Will. And, NO, Zeke is NOT going to be paired up with any of the characters. Jack/Will 4 EVER!!!!!!!
Same warning as before, this is my first fanfiction...ever and English isn't my first language. My writing experience has been limited to lab reports and technical essay, so please go easy on me. I don't know shit about ships, I am making most of those stuff up, but corrections are welcome. I also write VERY slow, usually have trouble transfer something in my head into words. This is an experiment, if I receive positive feedback, I'll continue. Comments are welcome, and I really need help with a title.
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"Thi' is where we are going." A small dagger sticked out of the map.
Elizabeth raised an elegant eyebrow, "why?"
"According to me sources, thi' is where the shipment is going", Jack smirked.
"In the middle of nowhere?"
"Just casu' ya can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there."
"Now we ar' gonna make stops at here and here, pick up mor supplies. Anamarie?" Anamarie nodded once. "Gibbs and the whelp...", Will puffed his cheeks indignantly at that, "..wil find us mor swords an' cannons." She still doesn't look convinced.
"No use prissing about it, lassie. Th' sooner we got the things we need, the sooner we make 't to tha' shipment. Then ya an' the whelp can go back to yar little house and live happily ever after, savvy?"
She nodded slowly. "We will make it in time", Will said, interwinded their fingers together.
The door cracked up a little. "Your breakfast are ready, sirs, ma'ams." Zeke came in, balancing two large silver trays.
Jack pulled out the dagger and rolled up the map. Zeke put down the two trays, there are tea, fruits, cheese, and some fresh out of oven bread rolls. He then untied the jag of rum at his belt and put it in front of the captain. Jack gave him a toothy grin. The lad is a fast learner. Then he pursed his lip together thoughtfully for a moment, but there IS something ... odd .... about the him. He looks young, only there's something in his eyes, something .... almost .... timeless. Like good .... or evil. And the way he moves....
But, who the hell cared. The lad was good with a knife and a fantastic cook. Jack happily bit down into a bread roll, and with a little wave he dismissed the lad. Zeke left as silently as he came in.
Jack's attention swayed, as always, back to Will and Elizabeth. Little Willy has matured a great deal since the last time he's seen him, and Elizabeth was as stunning as she was strong willed. Jack took another mouthful of rum, and peaked at Will through the top of the glass rim. Long, graceful fingers, callous due to years of hard labor, was carefully pealing the skin off a pear. A flick of wrist, one cut, clean. Brown eyes stared adoringly at equally dark ones, as he pushed half a pear onto her plate. Black lashes, cured up at the end and spreaded out like fans, framing smiling eyes, she murmured a thanks.
//The' batter not be feed'ng each other, is too early in th' morn'g for this.// Jack can feel a headache coming. //me head hurrrtttt, must drink mor rum.//
~~*~~
Gibbs and Anamarie finished up first, then excused themselves. Elizabeth followed shortly, said something about fresh air.
//It's just you and me now, whelp.//
"Soooo, ya finally caught yar bonnie lass, ay?"
"Wha?!" Will jumped a little and then shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "We...we're just engaged."
Jack raised an eyebrow, and did a pretty good intimidation of Elizabeth. Will smiled shyly, "We were planning the wedding and almost set a date....but then this whole mess started. Half the town's .... and....then the governor ..... the navy couldn't do a thing. We have to help everyone first." His voice rose steadily towards the end.
//Stil' as noble as ever, poor kid's not th' kinda to live long.//
"yeahhh, we'll help ya as long as ya kept yar words about the payment."
Not to mention Jack really liked Port Royal, two of his favorite persons lived there. Vann would pay for messing with his town.
Will reached over the table and grabbed his hands, "We will. And thank you so much ..... without you....I....I wouldn't know what to do".
His head dipped, a few strings of silky hair fell from their restraint and softly caressing his forehead. Jack gently squeezed Will's hands, and tried to suppress the shiver when those hands squeezed back.
There was a warm feeling growing in the pit of his stomach, like when he swallowed a particular strong rum. Only it didn't burn, but slowly, almost like sneaky finger tips, caressing him from the inside. He couldn't speak.
//I am ill.//
He felt warm. He always felt warm when Will was around, warm and intoxicated.
~~~*~~~
It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
Jack Sparrow, pirate extraordinate, supposedly a man so evil that hell itself spat him out. Zeke could only wish that was the case. He's....a good man ... more or less, was Zeke's observation since the six months he's been on the Black Pearl. He has all of the traits of a good pirate. Ruthless, yes. Cruel, sometimes. A really bad womanizer, definitely. He has been raiding ships, burning towns, stealing treasures, all with style too...in a grizzled hack kind of way.
But there was also an almost child-like innocent about Jack Sparrow, it was as if the world around him was like a glass ball, beautiful and elusive It was something pretty to look at, to touch, to play with, but always handle with a certain amount of care, and always so very _very_ careful not to drop it.
"I don't like pain very much", Jack once told him. Zeke shivered, remembering the dark pools of obsidian stared at him, hard and soft at the same time.
//It really did seem like a good idea.//
Jack Sparrow, despite all of his wrong doings and extremely smelly habits, hadn't earned himself a spot on Satan's little checklist. How did he manage THAT was beyond Zeke. It was not as if any of Zeke's relatives hasn't tried to tempt him. Oh, how he's been tempted. But still neither heaven nor hell has a claim on him....not yet that is. Zeke aimed to change that.
The idea was simple. Drive Jack Sparrow crazy.
It's Zeke's firm belief that anything could be broken, all you have to do was apply the right amount of pressure at the right place. Life on the high sea could be stressful. With the proper intervention, soon or later Jack was bounded to snap, then he was either going to put a pistol to his head or throw himself overboard. Suicide is a mortal sin after all. If Zeke's lucky, he might even be able to slip in a contract.
But the problem was, Jack Sparrow was crazy to begin with. And no matter how he's been pressed down, he just bounced right back.
It was really very annoying. //My predecessors' bad karma's been catching up//, Zeke absent mindly played with the rope in his hand. He was supposed to be securing the small boat to the side of Pearl. He tried not to look down, grew up around mountains of fire hadn't brought up the necessity of learning to swim. As a safe precaution, he usually avoided large body of water.
Demons liked pain, just not their own.
"Ya ain't slacking off, are ya lad?" A rather meaty hand slapped him heavily on the back of his head. Zeke grabbed the nearest fence, knuckles' white.
"No sir, Mr. Gibbs, just checking how strong the ropes are." //Oh, lame.// Zeke has been told, on more than enough occasions, that he made a terrible demon.
"You trys too hard", his cousin Ursella would often say to him. Then she would tell him to change his hair, or his face, or some other part(s) of his body in a, let's admit it, rather futile attempt to make him look more sinister. He even tried on those twisty little horns once while she laughed her ass off. "They look like croissants", flashing those oh-so-sharp teeth, she'd pet him on the head, "face it, love, you can't rush those thing, you've gotta to give it a couple more millennia." Zeke growled, which only made her laugh harder.
"Are you all right? You look a little dizzy." A soft yet strong voice flowed on the top of his head.
He snapped back to reality, "Yes, ma'am. Just the sun, ma'am. Still got'ng used to it." //Nice shirt, I can see the crack between her breasts from here.//
"Oh, yes, you ought to be careful with it. Wouldn't want to turn into another Jack Sparrow." Elizabeth giggled.
He gave her a slight bow of his head as she walked away to join Mr. Gibbs. "How long is it to the next port?" she inquired.
Mr. Gibbs laughed good naturally, "We've just left one, are you getting sea sick already?"
"I am just concerned....this....informat Jack mentioned, doesn't sound very reliable."
"He's a pirate, of course he ain't reliable. But the captain knows what he's doing." Mr. Gibbs looked like he's trying very hard to believe that.
Zeke mentally rolled his eyes .... but he didn't mind. Trouble usually means fighting, which inevitably leads to bloodshed and pain. Only thing was, the pirates on this ship are surprising hard to kill.
"Doesn't he always." Will laughed, walked up to them with a jacket in his arm.
"Whyyy, mate, tha sounds almos like a insult" the captain followed closely behind.
"Noooo, of course not, we all know to bow down to the great wisdom of captain Jack Sparrow", Will said humbly and grinned. "Aye, you should", the captain took off his hat, and made a theatrical swipe with it, "Thank you, thank you". Elizabeth started giggling again.
Will pulled Elizabeth gently towards him, and put the jacket onto her shoulder like a cap, "it's still a bit chilling this morning." He pecked lightly on her nose.
The couple then proceed to make lovy-dovy eyes at each other. //How revolting//, Zeke rubbed the already forming bump at the back of his head, //that bloody hurts, note to self, feed Mr.Gibbs to the sharks at the first possible opportunity....discretely.//
The captain made a couple of dry laughs as if he's swallowed sandpaper, then swaggered away looking like someone just stuffed a whole bunch of sour grapes down his throat.
//Curious, how very curious indeed//, Zeke turned his face away. After six months of fruitless pursuits, he really was about to give up, until Will Turner came aboard.
~~~*~~~
Will stood alone on the tail end of the ship. He was in a relatively high spirit this morning.
They've finally decided on the destinations of their voyage. Commodore Norrington hasn't shown his ugly face in over a week, maybe the man had finally got a clue that Elizabeth didn't WANT to be rescued from the evil clutch of the pirates. Things were finally beginning to look up.
//We are going to make it in time//, Will thought, //please just hold on, everyone.//
Elizabeth had gone down to the cabin earlier. She wanted to help Anamarie put up the list of all the things they would need. //She really just wanted something to do to take her mind off thing,// Will thought, //couldn't blame her though, if it were Elizabeth....//
Will reached inside his shirt and pulled out a silver chain, at the end dangled a ring. It was a simple silver band with a small round ruby in the middle, some strange scribbling surrounded the ruby in a circular fashion, a gift from Elizabeth.
"It has been in my family for generations", he remembered the feeling of her hands, on his eyebrows, sliding over his eyes and cheeks and finally rested on the corner of his mouth, "silvers are suppose to repel evil". He had breached the small distance and kissed her. Such soft rose petal lips, they tasted like the honeyed chrysanthemum tea she loved. "What about the ruby?" he has asked, arms cycled around her waist, nose nuzzled in her curly hair. "I've heard....it used to be part of a bigger piece. It....Will, stop that *giggles*.....it contains incredible magic powers."
It was a promise. And as a promise in return, he had given her a ring also. Gold, but with sparkly blue sapphires surrounded it. He had made the ring himself, using the souvenirs he had taken along after their last adventure with Captain Jack Sparrow.
//It is in my blood after all//, he chuckled. He had enclosed her small hands in his and slide the ring onto her middle finger. Elizabeth probably knew, Will wouldn't put it past her. She had shaken her head slightly then, but didn't appeared to be upset.
Will stared dreamily into the water. He loved Elizabeth's hands, soft, warm, gentle, small wrist..... so fragile, yet holds such strength....as they wrapped around his own..... roughened from years of swords handling....and.....
//Wait a minute//, he eyes widen, //Elizabeth doesn't.... ...Oh, Oh,// he swallowed, //well, Jack's hands were nice, too.//
He turned and rested his elbows on the wooden bars, and watched the captain quietly. Jack was currently explaining how to catch fish with ropes and a basket, with exaggerating hand gestures to a rather ashen faced Ezekiel Black. The upper half of his body was dangling just outside of the rail, he was swinging back and forth as the ship broke through another wave, with only the rope twisted in his right fist. Jack was shouting happily at the cook and urging the young man to do the same,
"I've gotta to show ya how to do it, see!!!"
Zeke looked like he was going to throw up. Personally, Will didn't think the cook could swim.
Will smiled softly as Mr. Gibbs finally came to Zeke's rescue, and pulled him aside to do something or another. Jack look disappointed as his audience were taken away. Then he spotted Will, and glide his way towards him, hips swang left and right.
"Enjoy the trip so far?"
"Mmm...." the wind felt nice on his face.
"If th' weather kept up, we may make it ahead of schedule." Jack rested one hand on his elbow, and they looked out at the sea in silence.
Despite all the chaos that had occurred and would no doubt increase tenfold in the near future, Will felt relaxed..... and strangely enough....safe. //It's so good to be out on the sea again//, he took a deep breath of salty air. The Black Pearl swings gently with the ocean tides, as if they were lovers, locked in the embrace of an endless waltz.
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Zeke: *sea sick*
Me: Spineless wimp.
Zeke: *glare* It's YOUR fault.
Me: *ignore him* This part is longer than I thought, it's almost six pages. Well, wonder will never cease.
Zeke: *groan something under his breath*
Me: I HEARD that. Anyway, please R&R. Flames will be laughed at, Any other comments are much appreciated. Flattery and sugar will both keep me going.