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Erinrua: Teehee, yes, I suppose I should feel bad for Will. I do sorta... but considering what his reaction is gonna be.. I feel even worse for Jack. Or maybe that's just cos I'm more of a Jack fangirl? ANYWAYS. Thank you so much for your review! A declaration of my character accuracy is probably the biggest compliment I can get.
Softbrush: Yah, Ragetti seemed the most likely choice for that plot twist. To me, he just seemed to be the softest of the group. Glad you like me story!
here we go....
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Jack and Elizabeth both rose to their feet almost at once, both of their gazes were downcast. With the exception of a few lude sexual comments, and snickering, none of their captors offered their opinions on the situation, as they opened the gate. Will was given a shove and the door was closed and locked once again, leaving the three .. friends .. alone once again. There was an awkward pause before Elizabeth flew into a guilty rant.
"Will, it's not what it..." Okay, so that wasn't a good way to start, "We didn't mean.." Still not a winning speech, "I'm sorry.."
She felt her eyes begin to fill with tears, and she began to fidget with her hands, as was a nervous habit of hers. Still not daring to meet Will's eyes, she did notice when he turned to face her, his voice still very calm.
"Are you crying because you're truly sorry, or because you got caught?"
There was still hurt present in his voice, but there was also a chilling sort of anger. Though, he did have every right to be angry, both guilty parties were aware of that. It was actually a very good question that he raised, though the simple fact that she had to stop and think about it told her that it would be best to leave it unanswered. 'I'm sorry I've hurt you.' is what she wanted to say, but no sound came out of her mouth. Did she regret listening to his instincts? Enough time had not passed for her to be able to tell. Jack, who had remained silent up until this point, finally found enough bravery to speak. That in itself was odd, Jack Sparrow planning his words?
"Ah, mate?" He began, eyes darting from Elizabeth, to Will, as if he still wasn't sure of what to say, "I'm terribly so--"
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, he didn't even get a chance to duck. Without saying a word, Will's fist connected with the already bruised side of Jack's face, and the pirate went down in a heap. He made a move to stand again, though whether he meant to stand and fight, or simply stand, was unclear. Through gritted teeth, Will looked down at the victim of his attack, eyes flashing with a rage that Elizabeth had never seen.
"Stay down." His tone was stern and commanding, but he was still not shouting.
Elizabeth placed one foot in front of her, ready to rush in between the two men, but Jack caught her gaze and silently told her not to. He made no move to try and stand again, as if he knew he'd betrayed a friendship, and staying down when told to was the least he could do. But did he feel any real remorse? Not really, the only guilt he felt was that of hurting a friend, he didn't regret the way Elizabeth felt in his arms. What did that mean for the pirate who loved naught but the sea and his ship? 'Well,' he thought, 'it means things have just gotten very interesting.'
"I most definitely deserved that." Sparrow was rubbing his cheek, "Though I'm not sure about the mark its gonna leave.."
The comment was ignored, and Elizabeth decided to try her luck again. Placing a hand on Will's arm, she turned him around to face her.
"Will.." But there was really nothing she could say. It was exactly what it looked like, it wasn't an accident, and she wasn't even sure she was sorry for anything more than the pain she'd caused.
Will cringed and looked at his arm, as soon as he felt her touch him, she apparently noticed that, because she withdrew her hand. He searched her eyes for any proof that this was all just a terrible misunderstanding, but he'd heard her start to breathe Jack's name earlier .. and knew better. His head was swimming with all sorts of things he could call her, accusations and insults, anything to make the pain go away. But the part of him that loved Elizabeth more than life itself wouldn't allow any sort of negative thinking about her. It had to be Jack's fault. He had to have forced himself on her... it was the only explanation... for a desperate man. But he knew better.
"I warned you..." he struggled to hold her attention, not wanting her to look away and make things easier on herself, "I told you he'd take advantage.."
"Now, hold up just one bleedin' minute!" Jack screeched from his landing place on the floor, "I did nothin' of the sort.. she started it.."
He hadn't meant to reveal that bit of information, and was more than happy to take the blame and bruising for their transgression. But, his honor was now being called into question, and pirate or not, he felt the need to defend it. Will raised his hand to silence his Judas again, but lowered it before the blow fell, and turned back to Elizabeth.
"Is that true?" He spoke very clearly, as if speaking to a child.
Elizabeth hesitated, and shot a 'if looks could kill' glare in Jack's direction. But she knew he was telling the truth, and she couldn't blame anyone for telling the truth.
"It is..."
It was at that moment that Elizabeth Swann fell off the pedestal she'd been on since the day Will was hauled aboard the Dauntless as a child. Perhaps, he thought, this is what Norrington felt like. It was almost amusing, he'd thought he was the winner of the lady's hand, that it was he who got to live the fairy tale. But in the end the gossips were always right, he couldn't keep Elizabeth happy. The irony came, though, in the fact that the entire town speculated that only a rich man could do that job - when in reality, it was a pirate. He should have realized. Will had known Elizabeth from childhood. He knew better than anyone about her obsession. But, apparently, not the full extent of it.
"Am--" Faltering for a moment, he swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat, and continued, "Am I not pirate enough for you?"
That's what she'd said to her father, that day on the battlement. 'He's a pirate', full of pride and love. Will had been a bit taken aback by the statement, but in the end he didn't care, because of the feeling she'd put into it. He had probably been terribly boring over the past year. But, that's how normal people lived, right? Quietly and simply. In his heart, though, he knew Elizabeth was destined for more. She deserved more. Truth be told, he wanted more too, and only she saw that. However, unlike her, he lacked the bravery to take what he wanted. The years he'd spent acting like a lovesick school boy and calling Elizabeth by her last name proved that.
"No, god, Will.." She shook her head, trying to reassure him, but she knew she was lying. He wasn't the man she'd dreamed he'd be. After the return from the Isla de Muerta she'd expected an entire new world to open up before her. With adventure and freedom, she'd be the princess of pirates, and Will would be her prince. But it hadn't worked out that way.. and she was wasting away because of it.
It wasn't his fault, really, they were both victims of the society they were born into. But what better reason for escape? In all her readings she'd run across accounts of merchant sailors who turned pirate to escape society. Why couldn't they do the same? Elizabeth wanted a fairy tale, and as unrealistic as that may be, she'd accept nothing less. She saw endless potential within Will, that was why she'd made the bold statement to her father. She truly believed that in that moment, after saving Jack and breaking god knows how many laws, that he was a pirate.
However, he was just a blacksmith.
But, she still loved him. Loved him for the man that she knew he could be, the man she'd seen during their adventure. Who commandeered a ship of the fleet and escaped an explosion, who'd fought bravely in that cave, and caused mayhem among the Royal Navy after helping a known pirate. He was the man who'd rescued her. Though, Jack had done that as well...
It was, however, the entrance of Jack that had triggered the biggest change in her life. The moment he cut her out of her corset the adventure from her books became reality, and she was free. He'd boldly called her by his first name before he even knew her, while Will, who'd known her for eight years, would not. Still searching Will's eyes for some form of forgiveness, she breathed sharply as she realized, she could easily love either one of these men.
And that was not the only realization she'd come to. The ship had stopped moving, which only meant on thing. All tension was forgotten for a moment and the three looked at each other, wondering what would happen next. It would soon be time to take some sort of action, and no one was at their best.
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Sorry about the short and semi sucky addition, but my cliffhanger was annoying even me, so I had to continue. Hope that wasn't too bad. ;]
Erinrua: Teehee, yes, I suppose I should feel bad for Will. I do sorta... but considering what his reaction is gonna be.. I feel even worse for Jack. Or maybe that's just cos I'm more of a Jack fangirl? ANYWAYS. Thank you so much for your review! A declaration of my character accuracy is probably the biggest compliment I can get.
Softbrush: Yah, Ragetti seemed the most likely choice for that plot twist. To me, he just seemed to be the softest of the group. Glad you like me story!
here we go....
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Jack and Elizabeth both rose to their feet almost at once, both of their gazes were downcast. With the exception of a few lude sexual comments, and snickering, none of their captors offered their opinions on the situation, as they opened the gate. Will was given a shove and the door was closed and locked once again, leaving the three .. friends .. alone once again. There was an awkward pause before Elizabeth flew into a guilty rant.
"Will, it's not what it..." Okay, so that wasn't a good way to start, "We didn't mean.." Still not a winning speech, "I'm sorry.."
She felt her eyes begin to fill with tears, and she began to fidget with her hands, as was a nervous habit of hers. Still not daring to meet Will's eyes, she did notice when he turned to face her, his voice still very calm.
"Are you crying because you're truly sorry, or because you got caught?"
There was still hurt present in his voice, but there was also a chilling sort of anger. Though, he did have every right to be angry, both guilty parties were aware of that. It was actually a very good question that he raised, though the simple fact that she had to stop and think about it told her that it would be best to leave it unanswered. 'I'm sorry I've hurt you.' is what she wanted to say, but no sound came out of her mouth. Did she regret listening to his instincts? Enough time had not passed for her to be able to tell. Jack, who had remained silent up until this point, finally found enough bravery to speak. That in itself was odd, Jack Sparrow planning his words?
"Ah, mate?" He began, eyes darting from Elizabeth, to Will, as if he still wasn't sure of what to say, "I'm terribly so--"
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, he didn't even get a chance to duck. Without saying a word, Will's fist connected with the already bruised side of Jack's face, and the pirate went down in a heap. He made a move to stand again, though whether he meant to stand and fight, or simply stand, was unclear. Through gritted teeth, Will looked down at the victim of his attack, eyes flashing with a rage that Elizabeth had never seen.
"Stay down." His tone was stern and commanding, but he was still not shouting.
Elizabeth placed one foot in front of her, ready to rush in between the two men, but Jack caught her gaze and silently told her not to. He made no move to try and stand again, as if he knew he'd betrayed a friendship, and staying down when told to was the least he could do. But did he feel any real remorse? Not really, the only guilt he felt was that of hurting a friend, he didn't regret the way Elizabeth felt in his arms. What did that mean for the pirate who loved naught but the sea and his ship? 'Well,' he thought, 'it means things have just gotten very interesting.'
"I most definitely deserved that." Sparrow was rubbing his cheek, "Though I'm not sure about the mark its gonna leave.."
The comment was ignored, and Elizabeth decided to try her luck again. Placing a hand on Will's arm, she turned him around to face her.
"Will.." But there was really nothing she could say. It was exactly what it looked like, it wasn't an accident, and she wasn't even sure she was sorry for anything more than the pain she'd caused.
Will cringed and looked at his arm, as soon as he felt her touch him, she apparently noticed that, because she withdrew her hand. He searched her eyes for any proof that this was all just a terrible misunderstanding, but he'd heard her start to breathe Jack's name earlier .. and knew better. His head was swimming with all sorts of things he could call her, accusations and insults, anything to make the pain go away. But the part of him that loved Elizabeth more than life itself wouldn't allow any sort of negative thinking about her. It had to be Jack's fault. He had to have forced himself on her... it was the only explanation... for a desperate man. But he knew better.
"I warned you..." he struggled to hold her attention, not wanting her to look away and make things easier on herself, "I told you he'd take advantage.."
"Now, hold up just one bleedin' minute!" Jack screeched from his landing place on the floor, "I did nothin' of the sort.. she started it.."
He hadn't meant to reveal that bit of information, and was more than happy to take the blame and bruising for their transgression. But, his honor was now being called into question, and pirate or not, he felt the need to defend it. Will raised his hand to silence his Judas again, but lowered it before the blow fell, and turned back to Elizabeth.
"Is that true?" He spoke very clearly, as if speaking to a child.
Elizabeth hesitated, and shot a 'if looks could kill' glare in Jack's direction. But she knew he was telling the truth, and she couldn't blame anyone for telling the truth.
"It is..."
It was at that moment that Elizabeth Swann fell off the pedestal she'd been on since the day Will was hauled aboard the Dauntless as a child. Perhaps, he thought, this is what Norrington felt like. It was almost amusing, he'd thought he was the winner of the lady's hand, that it was he who got to live the fairy tale. But in the end the gossips were always right, he couldn't keep Elizabeth happy. The irony came, though, in the fact that the entire town speculated that only a rich man could do that job - when in reality, it was a pirate. He should have realized. Will had known Elizabeth from childhood. He knew better than anyone about her obsession. But, apparently, not the full extent of it.
"Am--" Faltering for a moment, he swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat, and continued, "Am I not pirate enough for you?"
That's what she'd said to her father, that day on the battlement. 'He's a pirate', full of pride and love. Will had been a bit taken aback by the statement, but in the end he didn't care, because of the feeling she'd put into it. He had probably been terribly boring over the past year. But, that's how normal people lived, right? Quietly and simply. In his heart, though, he knew Elizabeth was destined for more. She deserved more. Truth be told, he wanted more too, and only she saw that. However, unlike her, he lacked the bravery to take what he wanted. The years he'd spent acting like a lovesick school boy and calling Elizabeth by her last name proved that.
"No, god, Will.." She shook her head, trying to reassure him, but she knew she was lying. He wasn't the man she'd dreamed he'd be. After the return from the Isla de Muerta she'd expected an entire new world to open up before her. With adventure and freedom, she'd be the princess of pirates, and Will would be her prince. But it hadn't worked out that way.. and she was wasting away because of it.
It wasn't his fault, really, they were both victims of the society they were born into. But what better reason for escape? In all her readings she'd run across accounts of merchant sailors who turned pirate to escape society. Why couldn't they do the same? Elizabeth wanted a fairy tale, and as unrealistic as that may be, she'd accept nothing less. She saw endless potential within Will, that was why she'd made the bold statement to her father. She truly believed that in that moment, after saving Jack and breaking god knows how many laws, that he was a pirate.
However, he was just a blacksmith.
But, she still loved him. Loved him for the man that she knew he could be, the man she'd seen during their adventure. Who commandeered a ship of the fleet and escaped an explosion, who'd fought bravely in that cave, and caused mayhem among the Royal Navy after helping a known pirate. He was the man who'd rescued her. Though, Jack had done that as well...
It was, however, the entrance of Jack that had triggered the biggest change in her life. The moment he cut her out of her corset the adventure from her books became reality, and she was free. He'd boldly called her by his first name before he even knew her, while Will, who'd known her for eight years, would not. Still searching Will's eyes for some form of forgiveness, she breathed sharply as she realized, she could easily love either one of these men.
And that was not the only realization she'd come to. The ship had stopped moving, which only meant on thing. All tension was forgotten for a moment and the three looked at each other, wondering what would happen next. It would soon be time to take some sort of action, and no one was at their best.
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Sorry about the short and semi sucky addition, but my cliffhanger was annoying even me, so I had to continue. Hope that wasn't too bad. ;]