So I'm a little late in updating. Sorry. It seems like you guys thought a
Will/AnnaMaria would be interesting. Okey dokey. I will try it although
it will only be a very small part of the story at the end. And now, to
reviewers:
Karin: Hi! You always seem to be the first reviewer*blushes* I'm glad you like my story so much.
Jenni: We seem to have a lot of different people reviewing this story. There's you and Karin. I didn't really think this site was an international site but it seems so. I forgive your English. It's fairly good. Believe me, I couldn't write in the only other language I'm learning (Spanish) for the world. I've been waiting for this chapter too. It was defiantly my favorite to write. (I'm not as bad a romance writer as I thought I was.)
Deppster: Yeah! Someone new is reviewing. (Not that I don't like you guys who have been reading this story forever.) Keep reading. I try to update as soon as possible.
emeraldmedallion: Don't we all. (about wishing to be Elizabeth then.)
Cpt-Jack-Sparrow: Yeah, o.k. Like I said I'm not as bad a romance writer as I thought I was. And this is only the beginning of the romance. (Muhahahahaha.)
Elizabeth S. Turner: (if you get up to here) Thanks for reviewing. My bad. Trying to get a Will/Elizabeth groupie to read a Jack/Elizabeth story.
*** Disclaimer: It all belongs to however the hell thought up this story. Lucky Bums! (Sorry just something my friend always says.) Anyway, the point is I don't own it. WAAAAAHHHHHH! (O.K. so I'm a little moody today.)
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"That's impossible!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Improbable," Jack corrected, "and it's not. I've often wondered why the map has showed the treasure in the middle of the sea. This island is less than five miles long so it wouldn't show up on a map."
"And where do you suppose it could be?" Elizabeth asked, "I don't see anything glittering around here."
Jack frowned, thinking hard. Elizabeth took off her shoe and dumped sand out. Suddenly her eye caught the empty rum bottle near her. Of course- the rum! "Jack.." she said slowly, picking up the rum bottle, "What if.."
"It was hidden with the rum," Jack finished, his eyes resting on the bottle.
He jumped up and ran over to the trapdoor, Elizabeth close behind. He opened the door and climbed in, Elizabeth followed. "Now what?" she asked.
It was just a big pit. Rum bottles littered the bottom. "Hmmmm.." Jack murmured.
He went over to one of the sides and kicked it hard with his foot. Nothing happened except Jack giving a loud scream and jumping around on one foot. "Sissy," Elizabeth muttered under her breath, "That didn't do any good. What are we going to do now?"
The whole side that Jack had kicked collapsed, showing them with pieces of dirt and dust. Elizabeth echoed Jack and screamed. "Bloody pit," Jack yelled.
It stopped in a few moments. Elizabeth got up and brushed dirt off of her dress and out of her eyes. Jack shook his head, equally disgruntled. They both looked at the place where the side had been. The hole opened upon a big underground chamber piled ceiling high with all sorts of treasures. Jack drew a breath. "Looks like we found, ol' Bootstraps treasure, Lizzie."
He took a hesitant step forward. "Don't worry Jack, I highly doubt it's cursed."
Elizabeth was smiling, despite the dust all over her face and body. Jack grew bolder and quickly walked in. Elizabeth followed. The treasure looked even bigger from the inside. Mounds of emeralds stood in tidy heaps about the floor. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires were placed in the middle. Gold and Silver were everywhere, in the forms of jewelry, dishes, and even some statues. Jack eyes sparkled. He was after all a pirate and the sight of treasure greatly excited him. He went forward and began to sort through the treasure, humming "Yo Ho" happily to himself.
Elizabeth sat to the side, just staring up at her. Will would defiantly have enough to provide her with luxuries. For some reason it made her sad. She heard Jack curse softly under his breath. "What is it?" she asked immediately.
"Nothin' much, just cut myself on this blade."
He held up a small dagger with lettering and designs inscribed over the hilt and then his hand which was punctured. Blood seeped out and ran down his arm. Elizabeth winced. "That looks bad," she told him, "Let me have a look."
She quickly went over to him and took his hand. It was even worse up close. "Let me see that dagger," she said.
"Lizzie," he protested, "I can deal with this myself."
She ignored him and told the dagger. The blade was red with his blood, but otherwise smooth and fairly clean. "Hmm." she stated, "It's clean. Not much worry about an infection."
She ripped a small strip off the end of her shirt and wrapped it around his hand, tightly as he complained. "There," she said when she was done, "Good as new."
She looked up and her eyes met his. For a moment she was lost in them, imagining his lips against hers. Then she came back to herself. Realizing she was still holding his hand, she blushed and quickly dropped it. "Thank ya."
The words seemed rough and embarrassed. She chanced another look at him. His face was slightly red. No wait, it couldn't be. Captain Jack Sparrow never blushed. It was be the light playing tricks down here, she couldn't see much. "Lizzie." Jack started, trying to stop his voice from revealing what he was feeling, "I found this necklace," he held up a beautiful string of silver, twined with emeralds, "and it would look prefect on ya. 'Ave it."
"Thank you," she replied faintly, taking it from him and starting to put it on.
"Wait," he spoke softly, "Let me do that."
He took it from her and placed it around her neck. She looked down at it and stroked it softly. Then a thought hit her at the same time it hit Jack. Jack spoke first. "Well, I suppose it's not really mine ta give," he muttered, "If it counts as part of my share, then it is but if not I'm sure yer dear William would let ya 'ave it."
His voice sounded bitter. "I'm sure Will won't mind me taking it," Elizabeth assured him.
"That's not what matters," Jack replied, softly, "I wanted it ta be a present. From my share. It could be all my share, I don't care."
Elizabeth stared. Captain Jack Sparrow was saying he didn't care about treasure. It sounded as though, well, as though he loved her. It wasn't true she knew, but it had sounded a little like that. "Sorry," Jack murmured, "I didn't mean ta go off like that."
She looked at him and met his eyes. "I forgive you."
"Shall we go up?"
He was back to himself, making a ridiculously low bow to her, suggesting that they leave. "We 'ave nothin' else to do here. We can't exactly take this away if we're stuck, ourselves and it's not goin' anywhere."
She nodded. He held up his arm to her as though very proper. She grinned and took it. "Is this how the Commodore courts ladies?" he asked.
"That's how he wishes to court ladies," she corrected him.
He laughed along with her. They reached the top and blinked a few times in the sunlight. Jack leaned over and kissed her hand. "What was that for?" she asked surprised.
"For assitin' in the findin' of treasure," he replied in a deep voice, with a very good imitation of the Commodore.
Something rung in the back of Elizabeth's head. Somehow now, she knew she could find the courage to tell him she loved him. "Jack." she started, taking a deep breath.
"Sorry ta interrupt ya," Jack interrupted, "but if my eyes don't deceive my, there's a ship goin' passed this island."
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O.k. so it's sort of short but whatever. I promise longer next time. Maybe the next chapter really will be back aboard the Shadow. So as it appears Jack has split personalities. Sorry, didn't really mean to do that that much.
Karin: Hi! You always seem to be the first reviewer*blushes* I'm glad you like my story so much.
Jenni: We seem to have a lot of different people reviewing this story. There's you and Karin. I didn't really think this site was an international site but it seems so. I forgive your English. It's fairly good. Believe me, I couldn't write in the only other language I'm learning (Spanish) for the world. I've been waiting for this chapter too. It was defiantly my favorite to write. (I'm not as bad a romance writer as I thought I was.)
Deppster: Yeah! Someone new is reviewing. (Not that I don't like you guys who have been reading this story forever.) Keep reading. I try to update as soon as possible.
emeraldmedallion: Don't we all. (about wishing to be Elizabeth then.)
Cpt-Jack-Sparrow: Yeah, o.k. Like I said I'm not as bad a romance writer as I thought I was. And this is only the beginning of the romance. (Muhahahahaha.)
Elizabeth S. Turner: (if you get up to here) Thanks for reviewing. My bad. Trying to get a Will/Elizabeth groupie to read a Jack/Elizabeth story.
*** Disclaimer: It all belongs to however the hell thought up this story. Lucky Bums! (Sorry just something my friend always says.) Anyway, the point is I don't own it. WAAAAAHHHHHH! (O.K. so I'm a little moody today.)
***
"That's impossible!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Improbable," Jack corrected, "and it's not. I've often wondered why the map has showed the treasure in the middle of the sea. This island is less than five miles long so it wouldn't show up on a map."
"And where do you suppose it could be?" Elizabeth asked, "I don't see anything glittering around here."
Jack frowned, thinking hard. Elizabeth took off her shoe and dumped sand out. Suddenly her eye caught the empty rum bottle near her. Of course- the rum! "Jack.." she said slowly, picking up the rum bottle, "What if.."
"It was hidden with the rum," Jack finished, his eyes resting on the bottle.
He jumped up and ran over to the trapdoor, Elizabeth close behind. He opened the door and climbed in, Elizabeth followed. "Now what?" she asked.
It was just a big pit. Rum bottles littered the bottom. "Hmmmm.." Jack murmured.
He went over to one of the sides and kicked it hard with his foot. Nothing happened except Jack giving a loud scream and jumping around on one foot. "Sissy," Elizabeth muttered under her breath, "That didn't do any good. What are we going to do now?"
The whole side that Jack had kicked collapsed, showing them with pieces of dirt and dust. Elizabeth echoed Jack and screamed. "Bloody pit," Jack yelled.
It stopped in a few moments. Elizabeth got up and brushed dirt off of her dress and out of her eyes. Jack shook his head, equally disgruntled. They both looked at the place where the side had been. The hole opened upon a big underground chamber piled ceiling high with all sorts of treasures. Jack drew a breath. "Looks like we found, ol' Bootstraps treasure, Lizzie."
He took a hesitant step forward. "Don't worry Jack, I highly doubt it's cursed."
Elizabeth was smiling, despite the dust all over her face and body. Jack grew bolder and quickly walked in. Elizabeth followed. The treasure looked even bigger from the inside. Mounds of emeralds stood in tidy heaps about the floor. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires were placed in the middle. Gold and Silver were everywhere, in the forms of jewelry, dishes, and even some statues. Jack eyes sparkled. He was after all a pirate and the sight of treasure greatly excited him. He went forward and began to sort through the treasure, humming "Yo Ho" happily to himself.
Elizabeth sat to the side, just staring up at her. Will would defiantly have enough to provide her with luxuries. For some reason it made her sad. She heard Jack curse softly under his breath. "What is it?" she asked immediately.
"Nothin' much, just cut myself on this blade."
He held up a small dagger with lettering and designs inscribed over the hilt and then his hand which was punctured. Blood seeped out and ran down his arm. Elizabeth winced. "That looks bad," she told him, "Let me have a look."
She quickly went over to him and took his hand. It was even worse up close. "Let me see that dagger," she said.
"Lizzie," he protested, "I can deal with this myself."
She ignored him and told the dagger. The blade was red with his blood, but otherwise smooth and fairly clean. "Hmm." she stated, "It's clean. Not much worry about an infection."
She ripped a small strip off the end of her shirt and wrapped it around his hand, tightly as he complained. "There," she said when she was done, "Good as new."
She looked up and her eyes met his. For a moment she was lost in them, imagining his lips against hers. Then she came back to herself. Realizing she was still holding his hand, she blushed and quickly dropped it. "Thank ya."
The words seemed rough and embarrassed. She chanced another look at him. His face was slightly red. No wait, it couldn't be. Captain Jack Sparrow never blushed. It was be the light playing tricks down here, she couldn't see much. "Lizzie." Jack started, trying to stop his voice from revealing what he was feeling, "I found this necklace," he held up a beautiful string of silver, twined with emeralds, "and it would look prefect on ya. 'Ave it."
"Thank you," she replied faintly, taking it from him and starting to put it on.
"Wait," he spoke softly, "Let me do that."
He took it from her and placed it around her neck. She looked down at it and stroked it softly. Then a thought hit her at the same time it hit Jack. Jack spoke first. "Well, I suppose it's not really mine ta give," he muttered, "If it counts as part of my share, then it is but if not I'm sure yer dear William would let ya 'ave it."
His voice sounded bitter. "I'm sure Will won't mind me taking it," Elizabeth assured him.
"That's not what matters," Jack replied, softly, "I wanted it ta be a present. From my share. It could be all my share, I don't care."
Elizabeth stared. Captain Jack Sparrow was saying he didn't care about treasure. It sounded as though, well, as though he loved her. It wasn't true she knew, but it had sounded a little like that. "Sorry," Jack murmured, "I didn't mean ta go off like that."
She looked at him and met his eyes. "I forgive you."
"Shall we go up?"
He was back to himself, making a ridiculously low bow to her, suggesting that they leave. "We 'ave nothin' else to do here. We can't exactly take this away if we're stuck, ourselves and it's not goin' anywhere."
She nodded. He held up his arm to her as though very proper. She grinned and took it. "Is this how the Commodore courts ladies?" he asked.
"That's how he wishes to court ladies," she corrected him.
He laughed along with her. They reached the top and blinked a few times in the sunlight. Jack leaned over and kissed her hand. "What was that for?" she asked surprised.
"For assitin' in the findin' of treasure," he replied in a deep voice, with a very good imitation of the Commodore.
Something rung in the back of Elizabeth's head. Somehow now, she knew she could find the courage to tell him she loved him. "Jack." she started, taking a deep breath.
"Sorry ta interrupt ya," Jack interrupted, "but if my eyes don't deceive my, there's a ship goin' passed this island."
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O.k. so it's sort of short but whatever. I promise longer next time. Maybe the next chapter really will be back aboard the Shadow. So as it appears Jack has split personalities. Sorry, didn't really mean to do that that much.