"When I decide to engage in relations I will make sure the door is securely locked," she hissed to herself. "Ew!" So blinded by the abhorrence she just experienced, she walked straight into Will´s room, where Will was scribbling a furious suicide note to whoever cared. "Will!" she gasped, scrambling for the door. "Oh, I´m sorry- I´m just so- oh, my. . ."
"It´s all right," Will replied, standing up. He was feeling confused as ever. Did Elizabeth come into his room intentionally, if so, for what?
"Um. . . well, Will, please talk to me!" Elizabeth suddenly exclaimed. "A month ago we were a couple and courting like mad. Now you´re with Annamaria and I´m with Jack. And I´m leaving you three, possibly forever."
Will crumpled the paper in his hand. "You´re right. Why leave on a sour note?" He walked over to her and smiled a little bit, and cupped her face in his hand. Will was suddenly reminded of the day everything changed- the day the Black Pearl came to Port Royal. He thought, The moment I asked Elizabeth if she loved me. Instead of answering, she sought out the Pearl from miles away. The beginning of our end.
He yanked his hand away and said softly, "I´m sorry for everything I´ve put you through." He looked at his shoes.
"Oh Will!" Elizabeth about shrieked. "I´m so sorry, too!" She lunged for him, totally blind to what she was doing for the second time, and kissed him square on the mouth. Three seconds later, she leaped away, crimsoned, and ran up to Jack once again.
But Marcella had slinked into Jack´s room, where he was curling into a good sleep position, not noticing the handiwork Elizabeth did to his blanket. He gasped inaudibly. Why was she here?!
"´Allo cap´n," she drawled in a soft, silky voice so unlike her daughter´s sharp one. "Enough room in tha´ bed fer one more?"
"I think so, but it´s only fer Elizabeth, my swee´ cap´n," Jack murmured, feeling exceptionally sleepy. Please, don´ let ´er charms overpower me.
Marcella stopped at the foot of his mattress. "Are you saying. . . you don´ think I´m worthy of sleeping with ye?" she asked in that half-sly, half-winsome way of hers.
Jack shifted so he faced his co-captain. "Cap´n Castilla, I´m tellin´ ya, I´ve given up on strumpets and the like. I´m not a wild man anymore. Elizabeth is my only girl."
Elizabeth, who was ready to open the door, stopped when she heard this, and paused outside his door. Jack called her his only girl! She clasped her hands over her heart. "I love that man," she murmured. Lucky for Jack and Marcella, she hadnÕt noticed to look in the tiny hole in the door.
Marcella pouted. "Really? Yer ONLY girl? Fer certain?" She slithered toward him, on her hands and knees, and before Jack could stop her, she smashed her face on his and started kissing him ferociously.
"No!" shouted Jack, flailing his arms. He tried not to close his eyes (making it seem like he was enjoying it) but seeing Marcella´s giant face looming up at him made him cross-eyed. He shut them and tried to picture Elizabeth.
Elizabeth herself was curled up outside Jack´s door, in a daze. She pictured Jack on top of her, gently caressing her. . . she clenched her fists and stood up. She was ready. Careful to knock, she called, "Jacky!"
Jack pushed Marcella off of him. "Get off, wench!" he whispered. Marcella didn´t hear him, because she remained next to him, smirking. He found a clean shirt and buttoned it, motioning for Marcella to stand up. "Is tha´ m´dear Liz?"
"Yeah," Elizabeth moaned, her eyes half-closed, still in ecstasy. When Jack opened the door, she fell into his arms and kissed him, feeling like she was in a fairy tale, like the ones her mother told her when she was small. She was a princess and he was a knight in shining armor. She fully closed her eyes, letting her tongue explore JackÕs mouth and his tongue to hers.
Noticing this newfound emotion (lust), Jack frantically swatted at Marcella, still attached to Elizabeth. Marcella noticed his look, which screamed, "I´m gettin´ lucky, get the hell outta here!" She slipped out, still smirking.
Laying Elizabeth down on his bed got Jack excited. Softly breaking away, Jack whispered, "Do you really want to do this?"
Elizabeth smiled gently. "Jack, I´m your only girl. . . of course I do." She reached up and kissed Jack again.
A gentlemen always obeys a lady, Jack thought and slid his hands under her, trying to undo her shift.
"I got it," breathed Elizabeth, and pulled it off. Now just wearing her swimwear, she felt open, free.
"Now, for the grand finale," Jack purred. He took the end of the cloth and started unwinding it. Elizabeth closed her eyes again and sunk into the bed.
Jack finished unwrapping his love, casting the cloth aside. Now partially nude, Elizabeth began slipping off her pantaloons. Becoming a woman, becoming a woman, becoming a woman with Jack, she chanted silently, praying that everything would go all right.
Jack buried his face in her messy hair. He smelled how salty it was, how delicious. . . he moved to her neck, running his hands up and down her body.
"Aren´. . . aren´ ya gonna undress?" Elizabeth gasped, passion slowly taking over her speech.
"Soon enough," Jack said. He started kissing down her body.
Then a knock came at his door. "JACK! ELIZABETH! I need ta come in!"
Elizabeth popped her eyes open. "Jack, give me the blanket!" she hissed furiously and covered herself up.
"Come in, Anna," Jack said, sad that he just stripped Elizabeth of her clothes and nothing else.
Annamaria smiled brittlely at them. "We´re here. Port Royal. We dropped the anchor." Will was behind her and they were holding hands.
"Here! Already?!" Elizabeth cried, dropping to the floor, pulling the blanket with her. She grabbed her clothes and said, "I´m going."
Will gaped at her. Had he ever seen her naked? Just in shifts and the like and he couldn´t handle even that. "I´ll bring you," he volunteered before Jack could.
"All right. I´ll be a minute." Elizabeth said and Annamaria closed the door.
Jack folded his arms. He was becoming rather sick of Elizabeth´s constant mood changes, and Will´s, and Annamaria. Stir-crazy? You bet.
"I´ll come with you, darling, I need some fresh air," he said.
"Ready," Elizabeth said, now fully dressed. She gave him a smile and took his hand.
"Oy! Jack!" Will called from the deck as they paused at the top of the stairwell. "We gonna swim there or take a boat?"
"Depends on milady," Jack told him.
"Let´s take a boat, I´m all swum out," Elizabeth yelled back to Will. She was no longer uncomfortable around him- he was a dear friend.
"Here, Elizabeth," Will said. He started pulling a rowboat over the edge and helped Elizabeth in. Jack bristled.
"I´m next, mate," Jack said, flashing Will the golden fronts, causing Will to blink rapidly as the teeth had hit the sunlight. Jack climbed in and said, "C´mon now, tallyho!"
"I´m going home," Elizabeth said, staring at her tiny coastal town. It looked even better than when she had left the year before and came back on the Dauntless. She turned to Jack and Will. "I´m going to miss you so much," she said. She breathed in and out. She was not going to cry.
"Darling, we´re gonna miss ya more´n rum," said Jack, not really meaning the rum part. His rum was important to him as life itself.
"Yes, the Pearl won´t be the same," Will offered with a sad smile.
"Really," Elizabeth whispered under her breath.
"Whazzat, Liz?" Jack asked. He quickly helped Will row to the shore. They hit sand and Elizabeth stumbled out of the boat. Solid ground!
"Nothing," Elizabeth replied, and exhaled. "Home."
They carefully slid along the dank alleyways of the town, so no one would notice the Governor´s daughter suddenly reappearing with her former companion/blacksmith and Captain Jack Sparrow.
They finally arrived at the huge mansion and climbed over the gates, running up the drive to ElizabethÕs old home. "Almost there!" Elizabeth exclaimed, tears of joy and tragedy falling down her cheeks.
Elizabeth opened the door with a huge tug and immediately Lily, the maid, met her at the door. She did a double take.
"Miss Elizabeth! Oh dear lord, yer here!" Lily squealed, grabbing ElizabethÕs hand. "ÒOh my, oh lord, how do I tell you this?"
"Tell me what?" Elizabeth asked. . .