Apparently no-one is reading this, but I'm still writing in anyway
because this is fun to write. Please review if you read it. PLEASE???
I'll give you Will Turner (since in this story he isn't Elizabeth's
anymore.) Scratch that. HE'S MINE!!! Hands off! Anyway, if anyone is
reading this, sorry this chapter is so short. The next one will be extra
long.
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Elizabeth couldn't quite sleep. Every time she drifted half-asleep thoughts went through her head. She kept thinking about the wedding. How she would be devoting the rest of her life to Will. She suddenly heard a rustle outside. Now wide awake, she quietly got up and peeked out the window.
Someone was climbing up the trellis. Elizabeth turned quickly and looked around her room for something to drop on them. Her eyes came to a rest on a small bronze statue. She carefully picked it up, despite its weight, and crossed to the window, holding it.
The person was about half-way up. Something about him stayed her hand. The black hair was somehow familiar. She would wait until he was farther up and then drop the statue. The figure was climbing at an incredible pace. It was getting quite a bit closer. Elizabeth moved the statue towards the edge of the sill. Then she pushed open her window.
That was a mistake. The window squeaked loudly and the figure looked up. "Do it now," screamed a voice in Elizabeth's head "You won't have another chance."
A voice reached her ears, however. "Ya aren't plannin' on droppin' that on me, lass, are ya?"
Elizabeth froze. Her fingers loosened on the statue but not enough for it to fall. "Jack?" she whispered.
"Aye, love but it's Capt' Jack Sparrow to you," said the pirate, swinging himself through the window and landing clumsily next to her.
For a minute she couldn't speak. It was Jack. A number of wooden beads, coins and a whale bone hung in his shoulder-length tangled black hair. His black eyes held their usual twinkle and almost seemed to glow in the dark. In her shock, she let go of the statue and it fell two stories, making a huge crash. "Someone will 'ave heard that," Jack told her, "We must go."
"Why are you here?" Elizabeth asked.
It was the only thing she could think to say. "I don't have time, love," he said, "Just trust me. Where's Will?"
"He's at the smithy tonight. Staying to work on something. He wouldn't say. It's probably for our wedding."
She felt a pang at this and wished she hadn't said it in front of Jack. Jack suddenly turned his head, alert. "There's movement downstairs," he whispered.
Indeed there was. The servants had probably heard the crash. "Come here, lass," he said, pulling a rope from his pocket.
Seeing her start to protest he held up a hand. "Have I ever given ya any reason not ta trust me?" he asked seriously.
She shook her head. The footsteps were louder: coming up the stairs. Jack tied the rope to her bedpost and looked at her. "Are ya decently dressed?" he questioned, "I can't tell in da dark."
"I slept in my clothes," she admitted.
"Good," he replied.
He grabbed the rope with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. It felt so comfortable. She didn't have much time to enjoy it. Jack swung out the window and suddenly she and he were dangling by a rope, two stories up. It was all she could do not to scream. Her arms automatically flew around his neck, holding on as hard as she could. "Would ya mind not stranglin' me, love?" he gasped and started to slide down the rope, "I'm not gonna drop you."
She loosened her arms slightly, trying not to look down. It was a slow and tedious business going down but Jack knew what he was doing. After what seemed like hours, they finally touched the ground. Jack let go of her waist. She quickly took her arms away from his neck, slightly embarrassed. Jack took hold of the end of the rope and gave it a giant tug. Nothing happened. He gave Elizabeth an inquiring look. She sighed and took hold of the rope behind him. They both pulled as hard as they could.
The rope came flying down, along with the bedpost. "Sorry, love," Jack muttered, untying the rope.
There were yells from above. It sounded as though someone had found her absence. Jack stuffed the last of the rope in his pocket. "Follow me, lass," he whispered, "I'll try not ta go too fast."
He took off across her yard. She followed the best she could in skirts and realized she had forgotten her corset. "Darn thing," she thought, "I'm glad to be rid of it."
Jack led her through the quiet town towards the smithy. He stopped a few times, to let them catch their breaths. They finally reached the smithy and Jack softly undid the latch of the door. A blade slipped across his throat. "Who goes there?" came a voice.
Quick as a flash, Jack had his pistol held up, having taken it from his belt, and was pointing it at whoever was holding the blade. "Cheat!" came the voice.
"Pirate," Jack explained.
"Jack?"
"Capt' Jack Sparrow, Capt'."
"You're back!"
Will stepped out of the shadows and lowered his sword. "Where've you been?"
Jack wasn't paying attention. He was busy slipping his pistol back into his belt. "Useful thing," he muttered, "Doesn' even 'ave any bullets in it."
Will blushed slightly, but no-one saw it in the dark. "I asked you where you've been Jack."
"I'll explain soon," Jack said, quickly, "I need both of you ta come with me aboard the Pearl."
"Both of us?" questioned Will.
"I'm here," said Elizabeth, stepping forward so that Will could see her better.
"Jack, what the.."
"Capt' Jack Sparrow, Capt'. Why do people always forget?"
"Very well, Captain, but why now?"
"I'll explain once we're aboard the Pearl."
Will sighed. "Just like you," he groaned.
He stuck his sword back in its sheaf and nodded to show he was ready. Jack set off towards the dock and Will gave Elizabeth a questioning look. "Don't ask me," she told him, "I wasn't told anything either.
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Elizabeth couldn't quite sleep. Every time she drifted half-asleep thoughts went through her head. She kept thinking about the wedding. How she would be devoting the rest of her life to Will. She suddenly heard a rustle outside. Now wide awake, she quietly got up and peeked out the window.
Someone was climbing up the trellis. Elizabeth turned quickly and looked around her room for something to drop on them. Her eyes came to a rest on a small bronze statue. She carefully picked it up, despite its weight, and crossed to the window, holding it.
The person was about half-way up. Something about him stayed her hand. The black hair was somehow familiar. She would wait until he was farther up and then drop the statue. The figure was climbing at an incredible pace. It was getting quite a bit closer. Elizabeth moved the statue towards the edge of the sill. Then she pushed open her window.
That was a mistake. The window squeaked loudly and the figure looked up. "Do it now," screamed a voice in Elizabeth's head "You won't have another chance."
A voice reached her ears, however. "Ya aren't plannin' on droppin' that on me, lass, are ya?"
Elizabeth froze. Her fingers loosened on the statue but not enough for it to fall. "Jack?" she whispered.
"Aye, love but it's Capt' Jack Sparrow to you," said the pirate, swinging himself through the window and landing clumsily next to her.
For a minute she couldn't speak. It was Jack. A number of wooden beads, coins and a whale bone hung in his shoulder-length tangled black hair. His black eyes held their usual twinkle and almost seemed to glow in the dark. In her shock, she let go of the statue and it fell two stories, making a huge crash. "Someone will 'ave heard that," Jack told her, "We must go."
"Why are you here?" Elizabeth asked.
It was the only thing she could think to say. "I don't have time, love," he said, "Just trust me. Where's Will?"
"He's at the smithy tonight. Staying to work on something. He wouldn't say. It's probably for our wedding."
She felt a pang at this and wished she hadn't said it in front of Jack. Jack suddenly turned his head, alert. "There's movement downstairs," he whispered.
Indeed there was. The servants had probably heard the crash. "Come here, lass," he said, pulling a rope from his pocket.
Seeing her start to protest he held up a hand. "Have I ever given ya any reason not ta trust me?" he asked seriously.
She shook her head. The footsteps were louder: coming up the stairs. Jack tied the rope to her bedpost and looked at her. "Are ya decently dressed?" he questioned, "I can't tell in da dark."
"I slept in my clothes," she admitted.
"Good," he replied.
He grabbed the rope with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. It felt so comfortable. She didn't have much time to enjoy it. Jack swung out the window and suddenly she and he were dangling by a rope, two stories up. It was all she could do not to scream. Her arms automatically flew around his neck, holding on as hard as she could. "Would ya mind not stranglin' me, love?" he gasped and started to slide down the rope, "I'm not gonna drop you."
She loosened her arms slightly, trying not to look down. It was a slow and tedious business going down but Jack knew what he was doing. After what seemed like hours, they finally touched the ground. Jack let go of her waist. She quickly took her arms away from his neck, slightly embarrassed. Jack took hold of the end of the rope and gave it a giant tug. Nothing happened. He gave Elizabeth an inquiring look. She sighed and took hold of the rope behind him. They both pulled as hard as they could.
The rope came flying down, along with the bedpost. "Sorry, love," Jack muttered, untying the rope.
There were yells from above. It sounded as though someone had found her absence. Jack stuffed the last of the rope in his pocket. "Follow me, lass," he whispered, "I'll try not ta go too fast."
He took off across her yard. She followed the best she could in skirts and realized she had forgotten her corset. "Darn thing," she thought, "I'm glad to be rid of it."
Jack led her through the quiet town towards the smithy. He stopped a few times, to let them catch their breaths. They finally reached the smithy and Jack softly undid the latch of the door. A blade slipped across his throat. "Who goes there?" came a voice.
Quick as a flash, Jack had his pistol held up, having taken it from his belt, and was pointing it at whoever was holding the blade. "Cheat!" came the voice.
"Pirate," Jack explained.
"Jack?"
"Capt' Jack Sparrow, Capt'."
"You're back!"
Will stepped out of the shadows and lowered his sword. "Where've you been?"
Jack wasn't paying attention. He was busy slipping his pistol back into his belt. "Useful thing," he muttered, "Doesn' even 'ave any bullets in it."
Will blushed slightly, but no-one saw it in the dark. "I asked you where you've been Jack."
"I'll explain soon," Jack said, quickly, "I need both of you ta come with me aboard the Pearl."
"Both of us?" questioned Will.
"I'm here," said Elizabeth, stepping forward so that Will could see her better.
"Jack, what the.."
"Capt' Jack Sparrow, Capt'. Why do people always forget?"
"Very well, Captain, but why now?"
"I'll explain once we're aboard the Pearl."
Will sighed. "Just like you," he groaned.
He stuck his sword back in its sheaf and nodded to show he was ready. Jack set off towards the dock and Will gave Elizabeth a questioning look. "Don't ask me," she told him, "I wasn't told anything either.