Title: Zatlatzonco
Part: One
Chapter: Five
Author: Cheshire
Rating: to be R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by tomorrow afternoon. the first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next parts will get there when they get there. Anyone else, please ask, first.
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters, events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Summary: (I'm working on a better one, but this will do for now)After their adventure with the pirate captain Jack Sparrow, Will and Elizabeth ready themselves to settle back down to their lives from before, except with the knowledge that they can finally show their feelings for each other to the world. They should be happy, but find that something is missing. _Jack_ and the excitement--the freedom--he brought with him are missing. But who can hope to capture a pirate's heart, let alone have one care for them?
Author's Notes: Well, here's the next chapter. They'll pick up after this, trust me. Action packed, all the way! Man, I haven't written sword fights in years...not since...hm...GW fandom. Anyways, if you really have to know, Jack should be appearing in chapter nine! Though the Pearl appears in chapter eight ^.^
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Will had stayed in his room for as long as he possibly could. The nervous twitching of his fingers--wishing they were back at the smithy, working on a new sword or even a simple dagger or knife--was beginning to draw unwanted attention from Fielding, who had taken to sitting at the edge of his bed and looking back and forth between Will and his trunk. The younger man wasn't sure whether he should be offended by the fact Fielding thought he wanted to steal what was in the chest, or complimented by the fact someone thought he had any idea of what was going on with the luggage.
It was just liked how Elizabeth was assuming he knew what she wanted. He was sure she didn't mean to make him so nervous. The entire thing was probably so simple that it would make him feel foolish afterwards for being so concerned.
"That's it!" He jumped up, ready to finally go face Elizabeth and see what she was becoming upset over currently.
The words had an undesired effect on his roommate, who also jumped up, but acted as if he was ready for Will to charge at him. The boy simply shook his head, walking towards the door. "Thank you!" he yelled behind him, smirking when he turned his attention back to the hallway, leaving a sputtering Fielding staring after him.
At the door he paused, taking a deep breath. A look down at his shirts and pants revealed that they were in perfect order, if needing a good ironing. Taking a deep breath he knocked, and then entered when he heard confirmation from inside.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked, cautiously, watching the back turned to him.
Elizabeth sat on her bed, a brush running through the silky strands of her hair. It caught the small light the room offered and seemed to shine. Will wanted to reach out and run his hands through the threads, but knew that even with her growing level of comfort with him, that would not happen until after the marriage.
"I wanted to talk."
He made a face, glad she couldn't see it. "About?"
She turned, and the serious look she gifted him with sent him spiraling into confusion. What was it that had upset her so much? He had been trying so hard to keep from showing her his own unhappiness, but had he made a mistake somewhere?
"Why do you miss the sea, Will? Do you miss sailing, or pirating?"
"Elizabeth?" his voice portrayed his emotions well, in that he had no idea what she was trying to get at, and was sure he'd feel taken aback by what ever she might be suggestion.
"Why was it that the first time we have discussed Jack since the day he left was here on this ship?"
Again she was asking something he couldn't understand. She was searching his head for something that he wasn't sure was there for her to see. And if it were, he wasn't sure he'd let her view it.
"I missed the sea," he finally said, voice soft and hoping for understanding. "In some ways I miss our time with Jack, but there were so many bad moments: Almost losing you, almost losing my own life....I would never want you in a situation such as that again."
"But if you were alone? If I were to stay in Port Royal?" she prodded, causing him to take a deep breath and think quickly.
He blinked at her, a very owlish look that made him appear far younger than he was. "Are....Do you believe that I prefer a life of piracy to a life with you? That I'll leave you when I am given another chance to run off with Jack? If that were the case, I would have left after the Pearl the first time Norrington took his eyes from me."
She gaped, than shook her head. "I'm sorry, Will. I was being paranoid." After a poignant pause, she added, "but can you really blame me? Ever since he left, and took all of your links to piracy away, you have been melancholy. Not even plans of our wedding--a day which will surely be wonderful--have been able to draw you away from your listless daydreaming."
Will's look was hurt, displaying a pain deep within that he could not place. "You're right. By gods, you're right. I have been out of sorts, and have paid little attention to the most important thing in my life: you. But, on one account, you are so very wrong." He gave her an earnest look. "He could never take away all of my links to piracy, unless he drained me dry of all my blood and placed upon me a new name."
Will paced, much as he had recently done in his own room. He was shaken by the entire conversation, and did not feel good about how it would end. There was something else in Elizabeth's words, an underlying meaning or emotion that he wasn't quite able to ascertain. It came to his attention every time Jack Sparrow was mentioned with simply the look in her eyes.
Did she expect him to come out and say that, yes, he missed Jack? That he might miss Jack enough to leave her--that he had debated about it with himself almost constantly over the months since the Black Pearl had last been seen in Port Royal? Or...was it that she hoped he did say his feelings for Jack?
He tried going over the conversation in his mind, as she sat there, maybe doing the same, maybe trying to come up with some retort. He picked apart the pieces until a headache came upon him, an aching beat in the back of his skull, pounding against his inner ear. Will was aware of the fact that he would never be seen as the intelligent partner in their match, that Elizabeth would always be one step ahead of him.
It was the same way with Jack. Maybe he simply attracted smarter people, or maybe it was compensation. It wasn't that he was dimwitted, just that he lacked the formal training that a governor's daughter would have, and the training in the cruel, real world that a pirate such as Jack had achieved.
"You're thinking badly of yourself again, aren't you?" The soft voice broke the silence of the small room.
Will offered her a slight grin. "Maybe I'm thinking badly of you?"
"By all means, do!" she interjected, a slight laugh being pulled from her--music to Will's heart. They both continued with the nervous laughter. The noise got louder, and then still louder, until it could barely be called laughter--it sounded more like the gasps of a person who refuses that he or she is dying.
"Will...I just, I need to say one thing to you. Afterwards I don't know how you will react. You may hate me, or agree with me. I think you need to hear this, though."
He sobered, waited for her to continue, having no idea what he could say after such somber words. Elizabeth waited a beat more, as if collecting herself, preparing herself to receive a great blow. Will wondered if he should be doing the same.
"You see, Will, it's about Jack. More specifically, us and Jack." She frowned, obviously contemplating how to word her soliloquy.
Will might later find it ironic that at the exact moment she was to clarify her words, their world fell apart...quite literally. A loud noise rang throughout the cabin, the ship jerked painfully, and the few pieces of furniture and some of the ceiling's wooden boards jostled around the cabin. One hit Will particularly hard in the arm, but thankfully did little damage except leave a nasty bruise on the muscle.
Part: One
Chapter: Five
Author: Cheshire
Rating: to be R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by tomorrow afternoon. the first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next parts will get there when they get there. Anyone else, please ask, first.
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters, events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Summary: (I'm working on a better one, but this will do for now)After their adventure with the pirate captain Jack Sparrow, Will and Elizabeth ready themselves to settle back down to their lives from before, except with the knowledge that they can finally show their feelings for each other to the world. They should be happy, but find that something is missing. _Jack_ and the excitement--the freedom--he brought with him are missing. But who can hope to capture a pirate's heart, let alone have one care for them?
Author's Notes: Well, here's the next chapter. They'll pick up after this, trust me. Action packed, all the way! Man, I haven't written sword fights in years...not since...hm...GW fandom. Anyways, if you really have to know, Jack should be appearing in chapter nine! Though the Pearl appears in chapter eight ^.^
V
Will had stayed in his room for as long as he possibly could. The nervous twitching of his fingers--wishing they were back at the smithy, working on a new sword or even a simple dagger or knife--was beginning to draw unwanted attention from Fielding, who had taken to sitting at the edge of his bed and looking back and forth between Will and his trunk. The younger man wasn't sure whether he should be offended by the fact Fielding thought he wanted to steal what was in the chest, or complimented by the fact someone thought he had any idea of what was going on with the luggage.
It was just liked how Elizabeth was assuming he knew what she wanted. He was sure she didn't mean to make him so nervous. The entire thing was probably so simple that it would make him feel foolish afterwards for being so concerned.
"That's it!" He jumped up, ready to finally go face Elizabeth and see what she was becoming upset over currently.
The words had an undesired effect on his roommate, who also jumped up, but acted as if he was ready for Will to charge at him. The boy simply shook his head, walking towards the door. "Thank you!" he yelled behind him, smirking when he turned his attention back to the hallway, leaving a sputtering Fielding staring after him.
At the door he paused, taking a deep breath. A look down at his shirts and pants revealed that they were in perfect order, if needing a good ironing. Taking a deep breath he knocked, and then entered when he heard confirmation from inside.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked, cautiously, watching the back turned to him.
Elizabeth sat on her bed, a brush running through the silky strands of her hair. It caught the small light the room offered and seemed to shine. Will wanted to reach out and run his hands through the threads, but knew that even with her growing level of comfort with him, that would not happen until after the marriage.
"I wanted to talk."
He made a face, glad she couldn't see it. "About?"
She turned, and the serious look she gifted him with sent him spiraling into confusion. What was it that had upset her so much? He had been trying so hard to keep from showing her his own unhappiness, but had he made a mistake somewhere?
"Why do you miss the sea, Will? Do you miss sailing, or pirating?"
"Elizabeth?" his voice portrayed his emotions well, in that he had no idea what she was trying to get at, and was sure he'd feel taken aback by what ever she might be suggestion.
"Why was it that the first time we have discussed Jack since the day he left was here on this ship?"
Again she was asking something he couldn't understand. She was searching his head for something that he wasn't sure was there for her to see. And if it were, he wasn't sure he'd let her view it.
"I missed the sea," he finally said, voice soft and hoping for understanding. "In some ways I miss our time with Jack, but there were so many bad moments: Almost losing you, almost losing my own life....I would never want you in a situation such as that again."
"But if you were alone? If I were to stay in Port Royal?" she prodded, causing him to take a deep breath and think quickly.
He blinked at her, a very owlish look that made him appear far younger than he was. "Are....Do you believe that I prefer a life of piracy to a life with you? That I'll leave you when I am given another chance to run off with Jack? If that were the case, I would have left after the Pearl the first time Norrington took his eyes from me."
She gaped, than shook her head. "I'm sorry, Will. I was being paranoid." After a poignant pause, she added, "but can you really blame me? Ever since he left, and took all of your links to piracy away, you have been melancholy. Not even plans of our wedding--a day which will surely be wonderful--have been able to draw you away from your listless daydreaming."
Will's look was hurt, displaying a pain deep within that he could not place. "You're right. By gods, you're right. I have been out of sorts, and have paid little attention to the most important thing in my life: you. But, on one account, you are so very wrong." He gave her an earnest look. "He could never take away all of my links to piracy, unless he drained me dry of all my blood and placed upon me a new name."
Will paced, much as he had recently done in his own room. He was shaken by the entire conversation, and did not feel good about how it would end. There was something else in Elizabeth's words, an underlying meaning or emotion that he wasn't quite able to ascertain. It came to his attention every time Jack Sparrow was mentioned with simply the look in her eyes.
Did she expect him to come out and say that, yes, he missed Jack? That he might miss Jack enough to leave her--that he had debated about it with himself almost constantly over the months since the Black Pearl had last been seen in Port Royal? Or...was it that she hoped he did say his feelings for Jack?
He tried going over the conversation in his mind, as she sat there, maybe doing the same, maybe trying to come up with some retort. He picked apart the pieces until a headache came upon him, an aching beat in the back of his skull, pounding against his inner ear. Will was aware of the fact that he would never be seen as the intelligent partner in their match, that Elizabeth would always be one step ahead of him.
It was the same way with Jack. Maybe he simply attracted smarter people, or maybe it was compensation. It wasn't that he was dimwitted, just that he lacked the formal training that a governor's daughter would have, and the training in the cruel, real world that a pirate such as Jack had achieved.
"You're thinking badly of yourself again, aren't you?" The soft voice broke the silence of the small room.
Will offered her a slight grin. "Maybe I'm thinking badly of you?"
"By all means, do!" she interjected, a slight laugh being pulled from her--music to Will's heart. They both continued with the nervous laughter. The noise got louder, and then still louder, until it could barely be called laughter--it sounded more like the gasps of a person who refuses that he or she is dying.
"Will...I just, I need to say one thing to you. Afterwards I don't know how you will react. You may hate me, or agree with me. I think you need to hear this, though."
He sobered, waited for her to continue, having no idea what he could say after such somber words. Elizabeth waited a beat more, as if collecting herself, preparing herself to receive a great blow. Will wondered if he should be doing the same.
"You see, Will, it's about Jack. More specifically, us and Jack." She frowned, obviously contemplating how to word her soliloquy.
Will might later find it ironic that at the exact moment she was to clarify her words, their world fell apart...quite literally. A loud noise rang throughout the cabin, the ship jerked painfully, and the few pieces of furniture and some of the ceiling's wooden boards jostled around the cabin. One hit Will particularly hard in the arm, but thankfully did little damage except leave a nasty bruise on the muscle.