Disclaimer: Ho-hum *files nails with a borrowed nail file* *wink wink*
I don't own PotC, never will, how depressing is that ;) hehe
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Reviews:
Orli*n*Keira-
how on earth could u use the statement that" even if they were to take advantage of elizbateh now, he wouldnt have had the strength to stop them" or something like that? that's completely insulting and hurtful! i mean i know that u are trying to use an extreme expression, but not THAT one
-Because I can mate, LOL, no offense meant to you, but like, I think that he would more not care less about what would happen to himself, if they had threatened to hurt Elizabeth, maybe, but as far as im concerned she's one tough chick, ya know, just a small point to show how he would be extremely tired after like a week of no sleep, etc etc etc.
Anyways, I still appreciate the reviews, but at the start of the story I think I said there was really no plot......that should come about later. Don't worry about the Will/Elizabeth stuff, there will be like TONS of that......yea, not really sure of exactly what else to say, but I can tell you there will be alot............yes..... anyways...
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Elizabeth groaned weakly as she woke, once more, before dawn, an awful sick feeling in her stomach once again. She groggily swung her legs across the edge of the bed, and stumbled across the floor. As she went to step over the sleeping form of Jack, however, the ship lurched, and she accidentally struck Jack hard in the face as she tripped over him.
"Err....hmmm, I definatly, did not deserve that," he mumbled, "love, it's a bit early in the morning for regrets, isn't it?" With that, he rolled over, and Elizabeth, momentarily forgetting she was about to throw up, knelt down beside him. She frowned at his last sentence, but apologized nonetheless.
"Jack, im so sorry," she said gently, pressing her hand to his face, where she had kicked.
"Wha...?" he mumbled as he woke, "You're up again?" he frowned, and sat up, brushing her hand aside. "Are you sure you're okay? I won't have you dying on me, not before we rescue your lad" he said sternly, frowning as she doubled over, and clutched her stomach.
"Sorry Jack," she said as she got to her feet, "I really have to go now," she bolted for the door, threw it open, and raced to the edge of the ship, heading to the rail, where she brought up the little she had eaten for dinner the night before.
Weakly pulling herself back over the rail, and lying her head on her forearms, she lay there for a few moments, not bothering to search out water to rinse the bad taste from her mouth. Not hearing the sounds of any of the crew members, she started to silently sob into the soft sleeves of her nightgown.
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Jack watched Elizabeth make a run to the door, and then he lay back down on his makeshift bed, closing his eyes, and trying to sleep once more. He waited for her to come back, as she had for the last few mornings, but then curiosity got the better of him, and he sat up once more. Frowning childishly, he contemplated once more, whether he should go back to bed or not, but decided against it.
After he had talked to Anna-Maria, the pair of them closely watched her eating habits, and made sure she was indeed consuming food. Since then, she had collapsed less frequently, until now, when she seemed much more sturdy as of late, and the two of them were satisfied. She had more energy, and while she was still extremely tired at night, and seemed to collapse into bed, and be asleep within moments, she would help the crew, and she would often sit up with him at the wheel of the ship when it was later in the afternoon and she had begun to tire.
He pulled his white shirt on, leaving the cuffs rolled at his elbows, and his boots. Then he kicked his bedding under his own bed, and walked slowly out to the deck, where he saw her lying halfway on the rail, her face buried in her arms. She was crying, and he paused, momentarily not knowing what to do with her.
"Elizabeth, darling, are you okay?" He asked cautiously. The last time he had approached a crying female, it had ended with him almost losing a finger, and being momentarily unable to walk due to immense pain in his groin area. Then he had rolled, and fast. He cringed at the mere thought of that day, but determined to somewhat comfort Elizabeth, he gently lay a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, her eyes red, and her face damp, and sighed when she saw him.
"Jack," she said softly, wiping at her eyes with her sleeves in attempt to stop the tears, but she couldn't. He looked at her, unable to move, or think straight, and watched, powerless, as she lowered her face to her hands once more. He smirked. In any other situation he would be able to take control and get himself out of it, yet here, he was completely powerless, in a way he didn't like. He really wasn't big on sincere emotions, and it was then that he thought that maybe, he should find himself a girl like Elizabeth, and maybe settle down on an island somewhere. He realised how selfish he had been all his life, pirate or no, and remembered Norrington saying ~I have others to worry about, not just myself~
Uncertainly, Jack knelt down, and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug. Now that he had made his move to calm her, he felt uncomfortable, and cursed at himself for his attempt. However, when Elizabeth clung to him tightly, and cried into his shoulder, he soothingly rubbed her back.
"I miss him," she whispered softly to Jack, "I miss him so much,"
"I know love," Jack sympathised with her, "We will find him, or im not Captain Jack Sparrow."
He noticed she had almost stopped crying as she looked up at him curiously.
"Jack, why is it that you are helping me find Will?" she asked the pirate, "I thought that unless it was of profit to you, I was on my own?"
"Actually, I don't know," Jack smiled a little, "Maybe it is because you and Will are respectable friends of mine, and mayhap not. Then again, if we leave him to die, the return back to port to drop you off might not be worth it," he smiled cheekily, and she mock frowned.
"Thank you Jack," she hugged him tightly, "I hope you know how much it means to me," and then she got up, and headed back to her quarters, leaving Jack on his own on the deck. Anna-Maria appeared, and walked over to him.
"Is she okay?" Anna-Maria asked gently, sitting down next to Jack, setting her arms on her knees and looking out over the ocean.
"I don't know love," Jack said, sighing, and turning to look towards the cabin, all I can say is that I am hoping that we find the boy soon," he said, then he too got to his feet.
"This situation is to depressing for the likes of me. I need Rum," he declared.
"But Jack you have a ship to....." Anna-Maria started, but he was off, a man on a mission, and it would be the death of her to try to stop him. She smiled slightly, and stayed where she was to watch the sun rise, a brilliant blood red filling the sky.
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The blood red sky extended to the ocean, which swirled with white foam, a firm contrast of the deep blue of the dark, murky depths of the ocean. It was strewn with scraps of wood, and sails, where a ship had met her death upon the murderous rocks of the bay, which were incredibly deceptive to where they lay. Because although the water looked very deep, it was indeed quite shallow- not too shallow, a man could not touch the bottom, but any ship trying to pass by too close would be torn to pieces. The dead bodies of many men lay floating on pieces of driftwood, whilst many more that were merely unconscious rested peacefully, limbs wrapped round parts of the mast. Many more had drowned, or fallen on the rocks, and the water was an ugly purple colour around their graves. Everything was silent, except the cawing of the gulls.
As The Black Pearl steadily cut through the ocean, at quite a pace, Mr Gibbs was keeping a look out, his eyes expertly picking out the shallow water, and rocks.
"Captain," he cried out, "give this bay a wide berth, the waters here are deceptive."
Jack steered the ship away, he could not have his precious Black Pearl torn up on the rocks.
"Aye, Gibbs," he said, taking a sip of his Rum. It would be a hot day, he could feel it.
Elizabeth was still sleeping. After her episode this morning, he thought she could do with the rest.
"Cap'in," A voice came from the crow's nest, "There's been a shipwreck, looksa like they misjudged the rocks, poor ship's in matchsticks."
Anna-Maria went to the edge of the deck, and took out her telescope, surveying the wreck.
"Looks like there's quite a few dead," She said to Jack, not looking up as they sailed closer to the wreck.
Jack winced at the bloodied water, and frowned at the dead men. While most of them had fallen off what they had been clinging to, and drowned while unconscious if they had been alive, there were a couple that were still above water. It wasn't until Elizabeth burst out of his cabin that he realised that he had seen the ship and it's crew before.
"Oh my god," Elizabeth ran to the side of the ship, and snatched the telescope from Anna-Maria, "Jack, it's Will, he's on one of the bit's of wood that's floating on the surface,"
The crew looked dumbfounded, and stood there, gingerly tending to their duties.
"You heard the lady," Jack and Anna-Maria bellowed simultaneously, "Lower a lifeboat and get the lad on board, or it'll be your heads,"
The crew members bustled to life, and Elizabeth went to jump into the boat, before a firm hand rested on her shoulder.
"You will stay here with me lass, we don't want ye catching a chill or something," Mr Gibbs said, as Jack jumped in the boat, just as it was being lowered.
"Sorry love," Jack said with one of his evil grins plastered on her face.
Elizabeth glared daggers at the two men, especially Jack.
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Mwahaha a mini cliff-hanger. Meep. Liked all me reviews I got from Orli*n*Keira despite the disagreement, but oh well. Yes, if you are still reading you will get your romance, Skyler will get her humour, and I will get this ridiculousness out of my system so I can write a real story with an actual good plot
R/R please
Otherwise, have a nice day.