Sorry the name of this fic stinks but I couldn't think of anything else.
Much thanks to my two reviewers. To everyone else who reads this:
REVIEW!!!!!
To Orlando Bloom Hater: Why do you hate Orlando Bloom? what's he ever done to you? I'm a OB fan and I didn't really mean to make him that bad but this is a JS/ES romance and I sort of need to get Will out of the way so..yeah. apologies to all OB fans if I offended you by slightly making Will a perv.
To Me (kremmelmonster5@gmx.at): Thanks! I love it when people appreciate my stories. Keep reading this. I'm working on it as much as I can.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except WILL!!! (now that Elizabeth doesn't have him). jk. I really own nothing not even Will as much as I wish I did.
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The Black Pearl was harbored at the dock. Jack was obviously not comfortable leaving his ship alone: the entire crew was aboard. Not one person had left the ship with Jack. Gibbs helped them aboard and once they were on the crew gathered around. "Hey Will!"
"How ya doin' Lizzie? Ya look as beautiful as ever."
"To of the devil. Will and Lizzie."
"When's the wedding?"
"Good ta see ya, mate."
"Are ya sight for sore eyes!"
"I don't mean to break up this reunion," Jack said, "But...GET TO WORK!"
All the crew scrambled away from Will and Elizabeth at his roar. "We're bringin' 'er out," yelled Jack, "Man the tiller, loosen the sails. Every man ta 'is post. I don' want ta be seen."
Will hurried to help but Jack held him back, "Not you," he told Will, "I owe ya and Elizabeth an explanation. Sorry I came in the middle o' the night but if we came any other time the town would 'ave thought we were attackin' them and panicked."
The name "Elizabeth" sounded so strange when he said it. He never called her "Elizabeth". Sometime "Lizzie," but not "Elizabeth." Will hadn't noticed anything. "It must be serious for him to address me formally," she thought, "Either that or he doesn't want to call me by any of my pet names in front of Will."
"Come up ta my private cabin," Jack said, motioning for them to follow him.
They did so, climbing up to the upper deck. Jack's private quarters where there and he opened the door to let then in. Jack started to sit down and then quickly jumped back up. "I'm sorry," he exclaimed, "Ladies first."
He made a half mock-bow and pulled out a chair for Elizabeth. She glared at him then took a seat. Jack and Will sat on either side of her. "What have you got to tell us, Jack?" demanded Will.
Jack leaned back, wordlessly as though taking his time. "Oh for heavens sake, Jack," Elizabeth shrieked, "Just tell us and get it over with."
"While ya are on my ship, ya shall call me 'Capt'," replied Jack.
"Tell us.... Captain Sparrow," Elizabeth muttered, as though "Captain" was the hardest thing she had ever said.
"Very well."
Jack's black eyes glittered. His hand came up and smoothed his mustache a few times. Elizabeth sighed loudly. "Half a moment, love, I'm tryin' to decide where ta start."
Will did not look so happy about Jack calling Elizabeth "love". He gave Jack a sharp glare which Jack chose to ignore. "Well the first thing I should tell ya is that Barbossa may be dead but his crew is not. They are out there. Biddin' their time 'haps. They are not strong 'nough to attack us but if they are given a chance to put together a crew, they could be a real threat. I 'ave just found out, that yer daddy.." he motioned to Will, "had a treasure. he collected it ove' the years and stole some from Barbossa. Anyway, he left a treasure map, which I 'ave here," he held up and old piece of parchment, "Barbossa's pirates know abou' this and are tryin' ta get it. I thought ya might like ta try to help me find this treasure before Barbossa's lot does."
"That's it, then?" asked Will with distaste, "You got us in the middle of the night to go on a treasure hunt with you?"
"I couldn't 'ave come any other time. I'm asking ya this because it would be yer treasure if we found it. Think of it. Ya could give up bein' a blacksmith and buy a home with the luxuries Lizzie's used ta havin'. I think it would please 'er quite a bit."
He winked at Elizabeth. Will looked taken back, "About how much are we talking about, Jack?"
"Ten thousand pounds worth of stuff at least, maybe more."
Will eyes widened. "How do you know about this?" he demanded.
"Always suspicious, Will, just like yer father," Jack murmured, his black eyes dancing, "Yer father was a friend of mine. I was in with 'im on this. Just fergot about it 'til I found this old treasure map."
Will sighed, as though he didn't quite believe him. Elizabeth didn't blame him. Jack was not one for always telling the truth. "All right," Will said.
"One thing, before we agree ta this," Jack said quickly.
"What?" asked Will.
"Ya agree ta give me a share in the treasure. Afte' all, I could have kept this map all to my self, but since I'm so kind-hearted..." Elizabeth snorted and Jack shot her a look, "..but since I'm so kind- hearted, I came in got you."
"Of course," Will replied, shocked, "I wouldn't dream of not giving you your fair share."
"Then it's a deal?" Jack questioned.
Will nodded and thrust his hand forward. Jack shook it. "Yer still awful formal even afte' I've known ya this long," he laughed.
Will shrugged. Color rose in his cheeks. "Come on, I'll show ya yer cabins," Jack said, "Lizzie, we can give ya private. Will, I'm afraid we don't 'ave another private as we gave it to AnnaMaria, ye don't mind sleeping in with the crew?"
"I can share with Elizabeth," Will suggested.
"I think not," Elizabeth said, heatedly.
"That's quite improper, unless yer married ta the lady, which I don't believe ya are," Jack said, in mock scolding, "I thought ya were a gentlemen, Will."
"I'll...I'll sleep with the crew," Will stammered, hurriedly, the blushing so darkly it looked as though his face had just been painted red.
"Good," Jack said, "Come."
He motioned to Will, who followed after a brief look at Elizabeth. Elizabeth waited until they were gone and then walked back out on the deck. It was good to be aboard the Black Pearl again. The smell of sea water met her nose. She smiled, and pulled her hair out of the ribbon holding it, letting it fly freely in the wind. She understood the freedom a pirate felt with only the ship and the sea. You let the sea take you where you pleased. There was no end of places you could go. She leaned over the deck railing, looking out at the ocean. Why couldn't Will stay a pirate now that had learned his heritage. She could easily spend her life aboard a ship especially if it was the same one Jack was on.
She was back on Jack again. Every time he spoke to her she felt special. How she longed to be with him, always. At least he'd never guess she loved him. She was too harsh. "Not really," she thought, "Mostly I'm teasing, same as him. He's knows I don't mean everything I say."
She felt a hand on her shoulder and whipped around. It was Jack, "Time ta stop dreaming about Will, lass. Yer sure ta be tired. I'll show you ta yer cabin."
For a moment she just looked at him. A picture that calmed her and excited her at the same time. She wished she could tell him it was actually him she'd been thinking of and not Will but she couldn't. She nodded and followed him, below the deck to the private cabin.
Jack was just about to open the door to the cabin when the door of the one beside it flew open. A sleepy looking AnnaMaria stared blurry-eyed at Jack and Elizabeth. "What ya coming down 'ere for?" she demanded of Jack.
"Capt'. Ya never 'ave a sense of whose in authority. I'm down 'ere ta bring Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth?"
AnnaMaria turned to look at her. She flashed her a quick, rare smile and then her attention snapped back to Jack. "Ya didn't need ta come down 'ere. She's been on this ship before. She can find 'er way around."
"I believe I told ya ta address me as Capt'," Jack told her, "and where were ya anyway? Ya were supposed ta help the crew bring the Pearl out."
*Smack* AnnaMaria slapped Jack across the face. "Let 'em know, whose in control," she told Elizabeth, before slamming her door shut.
"I'm not sure I deserved that," Jack groaned, rubbing this face with his hand.
Elizabeth tried hard not to laugh. Still muttering, Jack opened her door. It was a nice room. Quite well furnished for a ship. After looking around, she saw Jack looking at her for her approval. "It's quite nice," she said, awkwardly, "Now, could you please leave? I'd like to get some rest."
Jack nodded. She turned to face him and found his hand resting against her cheek. "It's good ta 'ave ya back aboard the Pearl, love," he whispered, roughly.
He gave her cheek a soft stroke and quickly left. Elizabeth stared after him, in shock. Her hand flew to her face and her fingers ran across the place where he had touched her. "It's nice to be back," she whispered, despite the fact that he was gone.
To Orlando Bloom Hater: Why do you hate Orlando Bloom? what's he ever done to you? I'm a OB fan and I didn't really mean to make him that bad but this is a JS/ES romance and I sort of need to get Will out of the way so..yeah. apologies to all OB fans if I offended you by slightly making Will a perv.
To Me (kremmelmonster5@gmx.at): Thanks! I love it when people appreciate my stories. Keep reading this. I'm working on it as much as I can.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except WILL!!! (now that Elizabeth doesn't have him). jk. I really own nothing not even Will as much as I wish I did.
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The Black Pearl was harbored at the dock. Jack was obviously not comfortable leaving his ship alone: the entire crew was aboard. Not one person had left the ship with Jack. Gibbs helped them aboard and once they were on the crew gathered around. "Hey Will!"
"How ya doin' Lizzie? Ya look as beautiful as ever."
"To of the devil. Will and Lizzie."
"When's the wedding?"
"Good ta see ya, mate."
"Are ya sight for sore eyes!"
"I don't mean to break up this reunion," Jack said, "But...GET TO WORK!"
All the crew scrambled away from Will and Elizabeth at his roar. "We're bringin' 'er out," yelled Jack, "Man the tiller, loosen the sails. Every man ta 'is post. I don' want ta be seen."
Will hurried to help but Jack held him back, "Not you," he told Will, "I owe ya and Elizabeth an explanation. Sorry I came in the middle o' the night but if we came any other time the town would 'ave thought we were attackin' them and panicked."
The name "Elizabeth" sounded so strange when he said it. He never called her "Elizabeth". Sometime "Lizzie," but not "Elizabeth." Will hadn't noticed anything. "It must be serious for him to address me formally," she thought, "Either that or he doesn't want to call me by any of my pet names in front of Will."
"Come up ta my private cabin," Jack said, motioning for them to follow him.
They did so, climbing up to the upper deck. Jack's private quarters where there and he opened the door to let then in. Jack started to sit down and then quickly jumped back up. "I'm sorry," he exclaimed, "Ladies first."
He made a half mock-bow and pulled out a chair for Elizabeth. She glared at him then took a seat. Jack and Will sat on either side of her. "What have you got to tell us, Jack?" demanded Will.
Jack leaned back, wordlessly as though taking his time. "Oh for heavens sake, Jack," Elizabeth shrieked, "Just tell us and get it over with."
"While ya are on my ship, ya shall call me 'Capt'," replied Jack.
"Tell us.... Captain Sparrow," Elizabeth muttered, as though "Captain" was the hardest thing she had ever said.
"Very well."
Jack's black eyes glittered. His hand came up and smoothed his mustache a few times. Elizabeth sighed loudly. "Half a moment, love, I'm tryin' to decide where ta start."
Will did not look so happy about Jack calling Elizabeth "love". He gave Jack a sharp glare which Jack chose to ignore. "Well the first thing I should tell ya is that Barbossa may be dead but his crew is not. They are out there. Biddin' their time 'haps. They are not strong 'nough to attack us but if they are given a chance to put together a crew, they could be a real threat. I 'ave just found out, that yer daddy.." he motioned to Will, "had a treasure. he collected it ove' the years and stole some from Barbossa. Anyway, he left a treasure map, which I 'ave here," he held up and old piece of parchment, "Barbossa's pirates know abou' this and are tryin' ta get it. I thought ya might like ta try to help me find this treasure before Barbossa's lot does."
"That's it, then?" asked Will with distaste, "You got us in the middle of the night to go on a treasure hunt with you?"
"I couldn't 'ave come any other time. I'm asking ya this because it would be yer treasure if we found it. Think of it. Ya could give up bein' a blacksmith and buy a home with the luxuries Lizzie's used ta havin'. I think it would please 'er quite a bit."
He winked at Elizabeth. Will looked taken back, "About how much are we talking about, Jack?"
"Ten thousand pounds worth of stuff at least, maybe more."
Will eyes widened. "How do you know about this?" he demanded.
"Always suspicious, Will, just like yer father," Jack murmured, his black eyes dancing, "Yer father was a friend of mine. I was in with 'im on this. Just fergot about it 'til I found this old treasure map."
Will sighed, as though he didn't quite believe him. Elizabeth didn't blame him. Jack was not one for always telling the truth. "All right," Will said.
"One thing, before we agree ta this," Jack said quickly.
"What?" asked Will.
"Ya agree ta give me a share in the treasure. Afte' all, I could have kept this map all to my self, but since I'm so kind-hearted..." Elizabeth snorted and Jack shot her a look, "..but since I'm so kind- hearted, I came in got you."
"Of course," Will replied, shocked, "I wouldn't dream of not giving you your fair share."
"Then it's a deal?" Jack questioned.
Will nodded and thrust his hand forward. Jack shook it. "Yer still awful formal even afte' I've known ya this long," he laughed.
Will shrugged. Color rose in his cheeks. "Come on, I'll show ya yer cabins," Jack said, "Lizzie, we can give ya private. Will, I'm afraid we don't 'ave another private as we gave it to AnnaMaria, ye don't mind sleeping in with the crew?"
"I can share with Elizabeth," Will suggested.
"I think not," Elizabeth said, heatedly.
"That's quite improper, unless yer married ta the lady, which I don't believe ya are," Jack said, in mock scolding, "I thought ya were a gentlemen, Will."
"I'll...I'll sleep with the crew," Will stammered, hurriedly, the blushing so darkly it looked as though his face had just been painted red.
"Good," Jack said, "Come."
He motioned to Will, who followed after a brief look at Elizabeth. Elizabeth waited until they were gone and then walked back out on the deck. It was good to be aboard the Black Pearl again. The smell of sea water met her nose. She smiled, and pulled her hair out of the ribbon holding it, letting it fly freely in the wind. She understood the freedom a pirate felt with only the ship and the sea. You let the sea take you where you pleased. There was no end of places you could go. She leaned over the deck railing, looking out at the ocean. Why couldn't Will stay a pirate now that had learned his heritage. She could easily spend her life aboard a ship especially if it was the same one Jack was on.
She was back on Jack again. Every time he spoke to her she felt special. How she longed to be with him, always. At least he'd never guess she loved him. She was too harsh. "Not really," she thought, "Mostly I'm teasing, same as him. He's knows I don't mean everything I say."
She felt a hand on her shoulder and whipped around. It was Jack, "Time ta stop dreaming about Will, lass. Yer sure ta be tired. I'll show you ta yer cabin."
For a moment she just looked at him. A picture that calmed her and excited her at the same time. She wished she could tell him it was actually him she'd been thinking of and not Will but she couldn't. She nodded and followed him, below the deck to the private cabin.
Jack was just about to open the door to the cabin when the door of the one beside it flew open. A sleepy looking AnnaMaria stared blurry-eyed at Jack and Elizabeth. "What ya coming down 'ere for?" she demanded of Jack.
"Capt'. Ya never 'ave a sense of whose in authority. I'm down 'ere ta bring Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth?"
AnnaMaria turned to look at her. She flashed her a quick, rare smile and then her attention snapped back to Jack. "Ya didn't need ta come down 'ere. She's been on this ship before. She can find 'er way around."
"I believe I told ya ta address me as Capt'," Jack told her, "and where were ya anyway? Ya were supposed ta help the crew bring the Pearl out."
*Smack* AnnaMaria slapped Jack across the face. "Let 'em know, whose in control," she told Elizabeth, before slamming her door shut.
"I'm not sure I deserved that," Jack groaned, rubbing this face with his hand.
Elizabeth tried hard not to laugh. Still muttering, Jack opened her door. It was a nice room. Quite well furnished for a ship. After looking around, she saw Jack looking at her for her approval. "It's quite nice," she said, awkwardly, "Now, could you please leave? I'd like to get some rest."
Jack nodded. She turned to face him and found his hand resting against her cheek. "It's good ta 'ave ya back aboard the Pearl, love," he whispered, roughly.
He gave her cheek a soft stroke and quickly left. Elizabeth stared after him, in shock. Her hand flew to her face and her fingers ran across the place where he had touched her. "It's nice to be back," she whispered, despite the fact that he was gone.