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"Elizabeth," said Will as he leaned against a palm tree, his pistol resting close to his chest. "Won't it be just like Rum Island, ay?"
"Only with more company," she said. "And no singing." Will's face was lit up by the fire flickering in the distance.
"More's the pity," he said.
"Jack," said Elizabeth. "Do you want some company on your watch tonight?" Will grinned to himself, and leaned towards her with his eyes sparkling. Then he became thoughtful and leaned against the tree again.
'To be honest," he said at length. "I would. I should not want to be alone with my thoughts tonight." Elizabeth smiled and leaned against a tree some distance away.
"I thought so," she said. Will started.
"I'm not getting predictable?!" Elizabeth smiled again.
"No Jack, not you; never you!" Will smiled back and scanned the jungle around him. Elizabeth looked around as well. She looked over at Will again. "Jack," he turned towards her. "How does it feel to have The Black Pearl back?" Will's face lifted, as though his mind was no longer troubled. It was strange to see that expression on Will's face.
"The Pearl," he said at last. "Was the only ship I've captained." Elizabeth felt her heart beat faster as she knew Jack was accepting her into his confidence. "I was a young man when I first captained her," he breathed out the words as though they were poetry. "And she got into my blood that way."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "That's- I don't know what to say, Jack." Will grinned.
"Aye," he said, more to himself than to Elizabeth. "You cannot know what it's like to have The Pearl, to loose her," his brow twitched slightly. "To have her once more."
Will shifted himself against the tree. He looked down at his shirt. "What's this?" He shifted and heard the noise again. "There's something in here," he handed his pistol to Elizabeth and soon found the crumpled sheet of paper. Will turned it over in his hand, then looked up at Elizabeth.
"Well, what is it?" she said. Will's mouth stretched as he thought.
"I don't think we ought to read this, it is most certainly William's," said Will. Elizabeth lowered her eyes and nodded. Meanwhile, Will still fingered the paper, the curiousity eating away at him. Eventually he had convinced himself that there would be no harm in his reading it, so long as he didn't give it to Elizabeth. In turn, he managed to slip away to the other side of the tree, where he could catch the light from the fire. He looked once over his shoulder, and noiselessly opened the sheet.
His eyes scanned the page quickly, and in an instant had the paper back in his shirt. He looked over his nose, and made a soft 'hmm' under his breath. "What's on the paper, Jack?" asked Elizabeth, still looking away from him. Will started again.
"How?" he said as he walked towards her, pointing to his shirt with his puppet hand.
"You're Jack Sparrow!" she scolded. Will looked guilty for a moment, sighing.
"Couldn't help myself, luv," he said waving his arms. "I'm a pirate," he shrugged.
"So, what is it, Jack?" he crossed his arms and looked Elizabeth over, then relaxed and felt over his shirt with his free hand.
"It's a poem," he confessed. Elizabeth didn't move. "What is it about?" she asked. Will held out his hands imploringly.
"I can't tell, luv," he said. "I'm sorry." Elizabeth handed Jack his pistol and smiled.
"I know," she said quietly. "I was just hoping-" Will coughed and shifted around a bit.
"Oh, yes... I-" He said. "I know." He looked just past Elizabeth. "Anyway, it may not even be his poem."
"Oh," said Elizabeth. "Yes, there's that as well. I don't remember Will saying anything about writing poetry."
"An' I've certainly never heard of a blacksmith poet," said Will thoughtfully. "So, it's safe to say he probably scribbled it down from somewhere else, eh?" Elizabeth suddenly looked up at Jack, who looked away.
"So, it's a good poem then?" she said.
"Awwww!" Said Will, frowning at her. "You're trying to bait me, aren't you?" He pointed at Elizabeth, as she smirked. Will scoffed and straightened his hat. "Well! I don't know if I like you so much as I did before!"
"Jack..."
"No," he said woundedly. "Taking advantage of me like that! That's not very friendly, if you ask me!"
"Come now," said Elizabeth.
"And you know how sensitive I am about that sort of thing- " he whined. "And when I was after dispelling the mytique of THE Captain Jack Sparrow!"
Elizabeth put her hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Jack. Would you like to know a secret?" He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "One of my secrets? Then we would be square." He thought for a moment.
"Alright," he said at last. "Out with it." He crossed his arms. Elizabeth laughed quietly. "Well, go on!"
"Just give me a moment, you look so silly!" she said. Will rolled his eyes, and smirked at Elizabeth.
"Oh, so now I'm silly, am I? A silly dreaded pirate, ay?!" Elizabeth couldn't seem to stop chuckling. Will sighed. "What's so bloody hilarious?"
"It's just... you know, you and Will," she said at last. Will frowned.
"I don't get it."
"You imagine Will acting like you," she said smiling broadly. Will looked to the side.
"What do you mean, 'like me"?" he said. "I'm not ludicrous, am I?"
"Colourful, maybe," said Elizabeth.
"Is that good?" said Will, concerned. "I never realised-"
"Don't worry about it, it's just- oh, never mind," said Elizabeth. Will shrugged and resumed waiting for her to come out with it. Elizabeth sighed.
"Alright," she said.
"Yes," quipped Will, nodding.
"I believe that, what I am going to tell you is only known by myself and perhaps my father," she said. All of Will's cockiness vanished.
"Oh," he said. "You're serious, then?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I know how hard it is for you to talk about your past. I know that we're good friends then, since you chose to share that with me." Will grinned. "It will just be between us." Will nodded.
"Perhaps you haven't heard of how Will and I first met eachother?" she said suddenly.
"No, I haven't, now that you mention it," said Will a little surprised that it had never crossed his mind.
"When I was eight years old my father was appointed governor of Jamaica and so we sailed to Port Royal," Elizabeth sat down near Will. "At the time," she resumed. "I was fascinated by pirates," she smiled.
"Of course, dear!" said Will with a smirk. "Who wouldn't be?"
"Please," said Elizabeth.
"Of course, carry on."
"I looked down into the water, and there was Will lying on wreckage from a ship!" Will leaned forward as he listened. "The then Lieutenant Norrington had Will brought onboard, and it was then that I look the medallion from his neck."
"Why 'd you do that?" he asked. She blinked for a moment.
"Well, I don't really know. I thought that they might hurt him if they knew he was a pirate." Will nodded to himself.
"Yes, there's that. Piracy is a crime against humanity, did you know that?" Will smiled.
"Well," Elizabeth resumed. "I saw him many times when I was younger. My father didn't mind he and I playing around the grounds but once I was a little older it seems that he grew concerned that I would find it hard to fit in with other people of my own station," she paused.
"If you were playing with a raggamuffin?" said Will. Elizabeth nodded, slowly.
"In a way. He knew that no one else would understand if I thought that he was equal to me. And then, he was also afraid about the effect it would have on me..." she paused again. Will was listening very carefully when his eyes widened.
"Oh, that's-" he coughed. "I never knew that about you, Elizabeth," he said. She moved to resume but Will looked at her earnestly. "I understand now. I understand it all." Elizabeth was puzzelled for a moment. Will leaned over and took her hand in his and kissed it. He let it fall back to her side. "I understand," he nodded, his eyes clear and honest.
Jade LaBeouf: I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Honestly, you didn't ruin anything! I love you guys, and your reviews! *sniff*
Mouself: So... Has Flaed seen the movie yet?! I hope you guys like this chappie. It's so dramatic! Hee hee!
By the way, if I haven't gotten through to you yet. I've started a yahoo! group for us PotC fanfic writers at groups . yahoo . com / group / the_sparrows_nest / And you're all welcome to join! ***
"Elizabeth," said Will as he leaned against a palm tree, his pistol resting close to his chest. "Won't it be just like Rum Island, ay?"
"Only with more company," she said. "And no singing." Will's face was lit up by the fire flickering in the distance.
"More's the pity," he said.
"Jack," said Elizabeth. "Do you want some company on your watch tonight?" Will grinned to himself, and leaned towards her with his eyes sparkling. Then he became thoughtful and leaned against the tree again.
'To be honest," he said at length. "I would. I should not want to be alone with my thoughts tonight." Elizabeth smiled and leaned against a tree some distance away.
"I thought so," she said. Will started.
"I'm not getting predictable?!" Elizabeth smiled again.
"No Jack, not you; never you!" Will smiled back and scanned the jungle around him. Elizabeth looked around as well. She looked over at Will again. "Jack," he turned towards her. "How does it feel to have The Black Pearl back?" Will's face lifted, as though his mind was no longer troubled. It was strange to see that expression on Will's face.
"The Pearl," he said at last. "Was the only ship I've captained." Elizabeth felt her heart beat faster as she knew Jack was accepting her into his confidence. "I was a young man when I first captained her," he breathed out the words as though they were poetry. "And she got into my blood that way."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "That's- I don't know what to say, Jack." Will grinned.
"Aye," he said, more to himself than to Elizabeth. "You cannot know what it's like to have The Pearl, to loose her," his brow twitched slightly. "To have her once more."
Will shifted himself against the tree. He looked down at his shirt. "What's this?" He shifted and heard the noise again. "There's something in here," he handed his pistol to Elizabeth and soon found the crumpled sheet of paper. Will turned it over in his hand, then looked up at Elizabeth.
"Well, what is it?" she said. Will's mouth stretched as he thought.
"I don't think we ought to read this, it is most certainly William's," said Will. Elizabeth lowered her eyes and nodded. Meanwhile, Will still fingered the paper, the curiousity eating away at him. Eventually he had convinced himself that there would be no harm in his reading it, so long as he didn't give it to Elizabeth. In turn, he managed to slip away to the other side of the tree, where he could catch the light from the fire. He looked once over his shoulder, and noiselessly opened the sheet.
His eyes scanned the page quickly, and in an instant had the paper back in his shirt. He looked over his nose, and made a soft 'hmm' under his breath. "What's on the paper, Jack?" asked Elizabeth, still looking away from him. Will started again.
"How?" he said as he walked towards her, pointing to his shirt with his puppet hand.
"You're Jack Sparrow!" she scolded. Will looked guilty for a moment, sighing.
"Couldn't help myself, luv," he said waving his arms. "I'm a pirate," he shrugged.
"So, what is it, Jack?" he crossed his arms and looked Elizabeth over, then relaxed and felt over his shirt with his free hand.
"It's a poem," he confessed. Elizabeth didn't move. "What is it about?" she asked. Will held out his hands imploringly.
"I can't tell, luv," he said. "I'm sorry." Elizabeth handed Jack his pistol and smiled.
"I know," she said quietly. "I was just hoping-" Will coughed and shifted around a bit.
"Oh, yes... I-" He said. "I know." He looked just past Elizabeth. "Anyway, it may not even be his poem."
"Oh," said Elizabeth. "Yes, there's that as well. I don't remember Will saying anything about writing poetry."
"An' I've certainly never heard of a blacksmith poet," said Will thoughtfully. "So, it's safe to say he probably scribbled it down from somewhere else, eh?" Elizabeth suddenly looked up at Jack, who looked away.
"So, it's a good poem then?" she said.
"Awwww!" Said Will, frowning at her. "You're trying to bait me, aren't you?" He pointed at Elizabeth, as she smirked. Will scoffed and straightened his hat. "Well! I don't know if I like you so much as I did before!"
"Jack..."
"No," he said woundedly. "Taking advantage of me like that! That's not very friendly, if you ask me!"
"Come now," said Elizabeth.
"And you know how sensitive I am about that sort of thing- " he whined. "And when I was after dispelling the mytique of THE Captain Jack Sparrow!"
Elizabeth put her hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Jack. Would you like to know a secret?" He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "One of my secrets? Then we would be square." He thought for a moment.
"Alright," he said at last. "Out with it." He crossed his arms. Elizabeth laughed quietly. "Well, go on!"
"Just give me a moment, you look so silly!" she said. Will rolled his eyes, and smirked at Elizabeth.
"Oh, so now I'm silly, am I? A silly dreaded pirate, ay?!" Elizabeth couldn't seem to stop chuckling. Will sighed. "What's so bloody hilarious?"
"It's just... you know, you and Will," she said at last. Will frowned.
"I don't get it."
"You imagine Will acting like you," she said smiling broadly. Will looked to the side.
"What do you mean, 'like me"?" he said. "I'm not ludicrous, am I?"
"Colourful, maybe," said Elizabeth.
"Is that good?" said Will, concerned. "I never realised-"
"Don't worry about it, it's just- oh, never mind," said Elizabeth. Will shrugged and resumed waiting for her to come out with it. Elizabeth sighed.
"Alright," she said.
"Yes," quipped Will, nodding.
"I believe that, what I am going to tell you is only known by myself and perhaps my father," she said. All of Will's cockiness vanished.
"Oh," he said. "You're serious, then?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I know how hard it is for you to talk about your past. I know that we're good friends then, since you chose to share that with me." Will grinned. "It will just be between us." Will nodded.
"Perhaps you haven't heard of how Will and I first met eachother?" she said suddenly.
"No, I haven't, now that you mention it," said Will a little surprised that it had never crossed his mind.
"When I was eight years old my father was appointed governor of Jamaica and so we sailed to Port Royal," Elizabeth sat down near Will. "At the time," she resumed. "I was fascinated by pirates," she smiled.
"Of course, dear!" said Will with a smirk. "Who wouldn't be?"
"Please," said Elizabeth.
"Of course, carry on."
"I looked down into the water, and there was Will lying on wreckage from a ship!" Will leaned forward as he listened. "The then Lieutenant Norrington had Will brought onboard, and it was then that I look the medallion from his neck."
"Why 'd you do that?" he asked. She blinked for a moment.
"Well, I don't really know. I thought that they might hurt him if they knew he was a pirate." Will nodded to himself.
"Yes, there's that. Piracy is a crime against humanity, did you know that?" Will smiled.
"Well," Elizabeth resumed. "I saw him many times when I was younger. My father didn't mind he and I playing around the grounds but once I was a little older it seems that he grew concerned that I would find it hard to fit in with other people of my own station," she paused.
"If you were playing with a raggamuffin?" said Will. Elizabeth nodded, slowly.
"In a way. He knew that no one else would understand if I thought that he was equal to me. And then, he was also afraid about the effect it would have on me..." she paused again. Will was listening very carefully when his eyes widened.
"Oh, that's-" he coughed. "I never knew that about you, Elizabeth," he said. She moved to resume but Will looked at her earnestly. "I understand now. I understand it all." Elizabeth was puzzelled for a moment. Will leaned over and took her hand in his and kissed it. He let it fall back to her side. "I understand," he nodded, his eyes clear and honest.