"Holy Bejeezus!" Jack shouted, dropping his bowl. Elizabeth stood to face him and carefully tilted her head and leaned to kiss him. It was a gentle, soft kiss, unlike the passionate ones they had just yesterday. When it ended, Elizabeth sat on his bed and said, again quietly, "I love you, Jack, I honestly love you."
Jack stood there, dumbfounded. How could she love him? He was a bloody pirate! He managed to sputter out, "M´dear, I- I- love you too."
Elizabeth nearly cried. She didn´t think Captain Jack Sparrow could be capable of loving someone or something besides the Black Pearl. She stood up, wrapped her arms around Jack, and slipped her lips onto his, as Will watched in horror.
Will stomped down to the mess hall and found Annamaria calmly slurping the disgusting breakfast. He whipped out his sword at her. "Jack and Elizabeth- they´re kissing! They just said ´I love you´ to each other!"
"I wonder why," Annamaria said sarcastically.
"You knew about this?" Will put his sword away as all the pirates had stopped gobbling their food and and were looking at the irate blacksmith-turned-pirate.
"Yes." Annamaria ate another spoonful of mush. "C´mon, Will, you´re just as to blame."
Will´s temper flared. "If I´m not mistaken you´re the one who kissed me first."
"You liked it, didn´t you?"
Why the hell was Annamaria always so bloody right? Will thought. "Shut up."
"Suit yourself." Annamaria continued eating her mush. "Now, go away as a kick in the nether regions often offends."
Will grumbled to himself as he stalked off. Annamaria, watching his bottom, finished her breakfast and skulked after him.
Desperately clinging to each other, Jack ripped off Elizabeth´s shirt, freeing her ample breasts. Jack stared at them like he did when he was stabbed by Barbossa, then grabbed her and kissed her neck.
Elizabeth was caught up in the moment, and clawed at Jack´s back. They sank onto Jack´s bed, kissing hungrily.
Will, too determined and too brash, ran up to Jack´s quarters as Elizabeth was wriggling Jack out of his shirt. He stopped short and gaped as Elizabeth pulled JackÕs blanket over her breasts. Jack, still quite inebriated, looked up blearily and widened his smeary eyes. "Will! Always a pleasure."
For the second time that morning, Will drew his sword. "I´ll kill you!"
"Put the sword away, Will," Jack said calmly. "Elizabeth and I were just. . . er-"
"Having some fun," supplied Elizabeth, slowly slipping her ripped shirt on. All the buttons had snapped off so she pinched the sides together.
Will was beyond angry. He lunged at Jack who easily threw him onto his bed and knocked the wind out of him. Elizabeth scrambled away from Will, clutching her shirt. But Will snatched what remained of her shirt and she caught herself and crossed her arms. Jack gave her his coat.
"Now, Will," Jack said, "since you´re incapacitated, I´ll make ´is brief. You can´t keep sneaking around like a knave. . . Annamaria has taken a shine to ya."
From beside the doorjamb, Annamaria sucked in her breath.
Will regained his composure. "Elizabeth, is there where your heart belongs?" he asked softly, sounding like Norrington.
Elizabeth gulped. Why, oh why, did she get herself into this mess? She decided to say, "I can´t answer that, Will!" She truly loved both Jack and Will but Will was so much more cautious and uptight. Comparing Will to Jack made Will look like Norrington.
Will gave a horrible look to Elizabeth as his eyes spilled over. "Say no more, Elizabeth!" He ran out and slammed the door. He went to his room and cried his eyes out.
Elizabeth looked fleetingly at Jack and made for the door. As she went through the door Jack slurred, "Ma jacket, if ya please."
Elizabeth threw the coat at him, gathered her ripped shirt around her chest, and left. Jack passed out a few minutes later.
Annamaria jumped out at Elizabeth. "I heard everything."
Elizabeth squealed. "Oh, my God," she cried.
"Seriously, tell Will everything. And I admit I am partly to blame," Annamaria said.
Elizabeth forced a smile. "Yes, well, thank you for ruining PART of our lives." She went down to her room to find a strange couple standing near her bed; a man with scruffy, awful hair not unlike all of the male pirates and a woman who was strikingly beautiful.
"Bonjour," Elizabeth greeted them, suddenly remembering the French-speaking people Jack had informed her about.
"´Allo, missy. I´m Mick Carothers and this is my wife Layla."
"Bonjour," Layla said.
"My name is Elizabeth Swann," said Elizabeth. Mick kissed her hand and Layla shyly curtsied. "When did you arrive?"
"Ten minutes I suppose," Mick said, "Heard yelling comin´ from Jack´s cabin, didn´ wanna interrupt."
Elizabeth realized she had her shirt wrapped around her middle still, so she quickly said, "Spare rooms are down to your left."
"We´ll be needing only th´ one," Mick said, and led Layla out. As he passed Elizabeth, his eyes drifted to her chest and smirked.
Elizabeth sighed. That´s it, it´ll be two layers of shifts from now on.
As night fell, Governor Swann in Port Royal looked back on the last few days. He respected his daughter´s wish with not sending the Navy out to rescue her. But he did send several guards to search the docks in case Elizabeth was hiding there. Unfortunately, the Black Pearl had made berth in Tortuga by the time they were done. Governor Swann rued the day they were drafted.
The governor spent the last three days drifting along the beach and drinking wine. His life had little meaning since Elizabeth sailed off. That night he trudged along the fort wall. Several guards tipped their hats and snapped up from dozing.
The Governor slogged up the stairs to the fort´s bell tower. He looked to the west and saw the sun sinking into the sea. It was quite inspiring but Governor Swann felt nothing but hopelessness and helplessness. He made his way over to the edge of the fort and leaned over the railing to see the cold blue sea dotted with ominous-looking rocks. Weatherby Swann was overcome with despair and before he knew what he was doing, he pitched forward and fell into the ocean.