Reminder: This next scene is taking place while the other chapter was
taking place, so it's starting from Will leaving the lower decks which
would make this entitled: Meanwhile on deck. Just thought I'd clear that up
before you continued to read. So here you go and enjoy! Onto the story!
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It was a warm and calm yet slightly windy night out on the ocean. It was relaxing with a cool breeze blowing past. The horizon was royal blue, nearly black to the naked eye and stretching for miles upon miles. Meanwhile, the stars twinkled high in the sky begging for attention from gazers while the clouds blanketed the navy-blue velvet sky and the moon shone brightly putting even the brightest stars to shame. The wooden deck of the Mimosa was illuminated by the moonlight even down to fine golden craftsmanship of the railings. The ship was just cruising slowly that night with no one to man the wheel, just one person to watch the bleak horizon. The sound of the cerulean waves smacking up against the hull of the ship was soothing to a pirate's ears. The only sound to break the tranquility was the loud boisterous laughter and conversations taking place below deck.
Will wanted nothing more than to take a nice long breath of fresh salty ocean air to help clear his mind. It was entertaining to watch that number of women drink so heavily, but it was never one of his favorite past-times. He could still hear the women laughing and saying inappropriate comments about him and others. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head and took hold of the dark, smooth, wooden railing leading up to the deck. Slowly, he pulled himself up each stair and finally landed on the wooden planks of the very large deck. The loose strands of his brown hair tickled the sides of his face as the light wind brushed against his body. He shut his eyes for a moment to take in the peacefulness of it all; the stinging of the salt had even subsided by now. He inhaled deeply opening his eyes and caught sight of a figure, a female figure.
He couldn't forget that figure nor the dark colored hair even if it was beautifully illuminated by the moonlight. He could only see her from the back as she was leaning forward onto the railing on the bow of the ship, in other circumstances, he'd consider this very romantic. He opened his mouth to speak, but was beat to it so he shut his mouth in defeat and made his way over to her.
"What brings you up here Will?" Katrina questioned not even feeling the need to turn around to greet him; she already knew he was there. It was strange, she could feel his presence or maybe she had wanted to feel his presence, possibly even hoped that he was there.
He leaned his right arm against the wood next to her and faced her. He followed her gaze up to the stars and then wandered his eyes back to her face. "I needed a breath of air, I don't drink."
She gave off a small laugh and looked to him, breaking her gaze off from the endless night sky. "Then how does one such as yourself travel around with the likes of him?"
He knew who she was talking about, the rum-loving Jack. He smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't quite know exactly, he's Jack."
She nodded with a small smile before tilting her head to the side, her eyes locking with his, "And what brings you to our ship I wonder?"
He wanted to turn his gaze away from her and to the sky, but found his eyes finding hers, "It's rather a long story."
She broke the stare and looked out across the water, the wind softly beating against them both. "I have time, so go ahead, tell me."
He placed both his elbows now on the railing and gazed out across the water as well, the wind now beating against his face. "Elizabeth's been taken by Barbossa's crew and a new captain. They broke in at night and took her, so we're in search for her before it's too late."
"That's not that long after all," Katrina smiled, her eyes taking in Will's facial features. He truly was a handsome man; he had the looks that made her knees weak. He turned his eyes back to her and her knees nearly buckled looking into his chocolate brown eyes. "And Elizabeth would be?" she found herself whispering.
"Elizabeth would be . . . " He paused for a moment thinking how to answer this, "She would be my wife, but not for long. She wants . . she wants a divorce." He found his eyes dropping down to his hands.
She felt her heart sink at the news of a wife, but felt her heart lift at the mention of a divorce. "I'm . . I'm sorry to hear that. How come you have yet to mention her . .if you don't mind me asking?"
How come he hadn't mentioned her was a very good question indeed. Truth be told, she never really had crossed his mind as of late. He found his mind wondering instead to the mysterious girl in front of him, Katrina Pryce. He loved Elizabeth, this was always certain, but for some strange reason he found himself forgetting her and thinking of Kat. He looked across the water once more. "Truth be told, I'm not quite sure, I never found the right time."
She looked at him and placed her hand on the side of his face turning him to face her. The skin of his cheek was smooth except for the stubbly hair on his chin and jawbone. Her eyes quickly took in all of his facial features, his thin jawline, the beautiful make-up of his face, yet her eyes found rest upon his lips. "Will . . I . . " She began to lean towards him, their faces only inches apart as she felt a hand land on her shoulder pushing her back.
"Kat, please." Will replied and he let his hand rest on her thin and slender shoulder, he could tell the skin was soft even through the billowing shirt that she wore.
She turned her face, her cheeks turning a slight shade of scarlet, what was she thinking? "It's not like I was trying to make you forget her!" She turned to leave, but a hand held her there, Will's hand. She looked at him and quickly felt her lips met something, something soft and tender, lips, Will's lips. She found herself pulled forward, her shoulders and chest meeting soft skin, the skin of Will's chest that had been exposed through his shirt.
Will captured her mouth once more after taking a quick breath, his lips meeting her's again. He felt a flood of emotion course through his body and found his hand meeting the side of her waist pulling her closer to him. He found his other hand reaching into her hair, untying the ragged excuse for a ribbon and letting her hair fall around her face.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, "You don't need to," He found himself whispering into her ear before being pulled into another tempting and sensual kiss, this time his lips parting as well as hers, the kiss searing his lips as his breathing shortened a bit along with hers. He felt her arm snake around his neck and her other hand toyed with the loose strands of hair that had fallen around his face. He felt the swell of her breasts against his chest through her shirt and sighed quietly before breaking the kiss once more. For moment he got caught up in the moment and basically forgot about Elizabeth as he swept Kat off her feet and carried her down to the room he had been occupying for the remainder of the night.
They had both agreed upon entering the room that nothing would be done to be regretted so he slid into bed and pulled her down next to him, her curves fitting tightly against his body. He placed his head above hers and kissed her forehead before slipping an arm around her waist and shutting his eyes, his mind wandering back between Elizabeth Swann Turner and Katrina Pryce.
~*~*~*~A/N: Alright, Alright, Alright . . . you people who hate mary-sues and original characters, love Elizabeth and Will and hate sappy love crap are gonna have a hay-day with me on this chapter . . .please be kind eh? Oh well, nevermind, you don't have to be, I don't mind, but if you get mad at me, there are plenty out there worse than this! At least they didn't do anything! C'mon, a lil' credit here? Please? So I know my work hasn't gone to the dogs and to a complete waste? Pweez? Anyways, review porfavor!~*~*~*~
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It was a warm and calm yet slightly windy night out on the ocean. It was relaxing with a cool breeze blowing past. The horizon was royal blue, nearly black to the naked eye and stretching for miles upon miles. Meanwhile, the stars twinkled high in the sky begging for attention from gazers while the clouds blanketed the navy-blue velvet sky and the moon shone brightly putting even the brightest stars to shame. The wooden deck of the Mimosa was illuminated by the moonlight even down to fine golden craftsmanship of the railings. The ship was just cruising slowly that night with no one to man the wheel, just one person to watch the bleak horizon. The sound of the cerulean waves smacking up against the hull of the ship was soothing to a pirate's ears. The only sound to break the tranquility was the loud boisterous laughter and conversations taking place below deck.
Will wanted nothing more than to take a nice long breath of fresh salty ocean air to help clear his mind. It was entertaining to watch that number of women drink so heavily, but it was never one of his favorite past-times. He could still hear the women laughing and saying inappropriate comments about him and others. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head and took hold of the dark, smooth, wooden railing leading up to the deck. Slowly, he pulled himself up each stair and finally landed on the wooden planks of the very large deck. The loose strands of his brown hair tickled the sides of his face as the light wind brushed against his body. He shut his eyes for a moment to take in the peacefulness of it all; the stinging of the salt had even subsided by now. He inhaled deeply opening his eyes and caught sight of a figure, a female figure.
He couldn't forget that figure nor the dark colored hair even if it was beautifully illuminated by the moonlight. He could only see her from the back as she was leaning forward onto the railing on the bow of the ship, in other circumstances, he'd consider this very romantic. He opened his mouth to speak, but was beat to it so he shut his mouth in defeat and made his way over to her.
"What brings you up here Will?" Katrina questioned not even feeling the need to turn around to greet him; she already knew he was there. It was strange, she could feel his presence or maybe she had wanted to feel his presence, possibly even hoped that he was there.
He leaned his right arm against the wood next to her and faced her. He followed her gaze up to the stars and then wandered his eyes back to her face. "I needed a breath of air, I don't drink."
She gave off a small laugh and looked to him, breaking her gaze off from the endless night sky. "Then how does one such as yourself travel around with the likes of him?"
He knew who she was talking about, the rum-loving Jack. He smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't quite know exactly, he's Jack."
She nodded with a small smile before tilting her head to the side, her eyes locking with his, "And what brings you to our ship I wonder?"
He wanted to turn his gaze away from her and to the sky, but found his eyes finding hers, "It's rather a long story."
She broke the stare and looked out across the water, the wind softly beating against them both. "I have time, so go ahead, tell me."
He placed both his elbows now on the railing and gazed out across the water as well, the wind now beating against his face. "Elizabeth's been taken by Barbossa's crew and a new captain. They broke in at night and took her, so we're in search for her before it's too late."
"That's not that long after all," Katrina smiled, her eyes taking in Will's facial features. He truly was a handsome man; he had the looks that made her knees weak. He turned his eyes back to her and her knees nearly buckled looking into his chocolate brown eyes. "And Elizabeth would be?" she found herself whispering.
"Elizabeth would be . . . " He paused for a moment thinking how to answer this, "She would be my wife, but not for long. She wants . . she wants a divorce." He found his eyes dropping down to his hands.
She felt her heart sink at the news of a wife, but felt her heart lift at the mention of a divorce. "I'm . . I'm sorry to hear that. How come you have yet to mention her . .if you don't mind me asking?"
How come he hadn't mentioned her was a very good question indeed. Truth be told, she never really had crossed his mind as of late. He found his mind wondering instead to the mysterious girl in front of him, Katrina Pryce. He loved Elizabeth, this was always certain, but for some strange reason he found himself forgetting her and thinking of Kat. He looked across the water once more. "Truth be told, I'm not quite sure, I never found the right time."
She looked at him and placed her hand on the side of his face turning him to face her. The skin of his cheek was smooth except for the stubbly hair on his chin and jawbone. Her eyes quickly took in all of his facial features, his thin jawline, the beautiful make-up of his face, yet her eyes found rest upon his lips. "Will . . I . . " She began to lean towards him, their faces only inches apart as she felt a hand land on her shoulder pushing her back.
"Kat, please." Will replied and he let his hand rest on her thin and slender shoulder, he could tell the skin was soft even through the billowing shirt that she wore.
She turned her face, her cheeks turning a slight shade of scarlet, what was she thinking? "It's not like I was trying to make you forget her!" She turned to leave, but a hand held her there, Will's hand. She looked at him and quickly felt her lips met something, something soft and tender, lips, Will's lips. She found herself pulled forward, her shoulders and chest meeting soft skin, the skin of Will's chest that had been exposed through his shirt.
Will captured her mouth once more after taking a quick breath, his lips meeting her's again. He felt a flood of emotion course through his body and found his hand meeting the side of her waist pulling her closer to him. He found his other hand reaching into her hair, untying the ragged excuse for a ribbon and letting her hair fall around her face.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, "You don't need to," He found himself whispering into her ear before being pulled into another tempting and sensual kiss, this time his lips parting as well as hers, the kiss searing his lips as his breathing shortened a bit along with hers. He felt her arm snake around his neck and her other hand toyed with the loose strands of hair that had fallen around his face. He felt the swell of her breasts against his chest through her shirt and sighed quietly before breaking the kiss once more. For moment he got caught up in the moment and basically forgot about Elizabeth as he swept Kat off her feet and carried her down to the room he had been occupying for the remainder of the night.
They had both agreed upon entering the room that nothing would be done to be regretted so he slid into bed and pulled her down next to him, her curves fitting tightly against his body. He placed his head above hers and kissed her forehead before slipping an arm around her waist and shutting his eyes, his mind wandering back between Elizabeth Swann Turner and Katrina Pryce.
~*~*~*~A/N: Alright, Alright, Alright . . . you people who hate mary-sues and original characters, love Elizabeth and Will and hate sappy love crap are gonna have a hay-day with me on this chapter . . .please be kind eh? Oh well, nevermind, you don't have to be, I don't mind, but if you get mad at me, there are plenty out there worse than this! At least they didn't do anything! C'mon, a lil' credit here? Please? So I know my work hasn't gone to the dogs and to a complete waste? Pweez? Anyways, review porfavor!~*~*~*~