Chapter 6- Let the Fun Begin
Don't own PotC...
The sun was shining, Cotton's parrot was cracking one-liners, and Elizabeth Turner was just beginning to stir. It wasn't long before she opened her big, brown eyes and was greeted by her husband's sparse chest hair. She could tell by the way he was breathing that he was still soundly asleep, but she decided it was no fun to spend any time just sleeping in a bed, especially if one was a newlywed.
Elizabeth ran her hand up from Will's stomach, over his lightly muscled chest, and down over his shoulder and arm. She turned her head and kissed his chest, being very careful to tickle him slightly. She felt him shift a little and brought her eyes up to his handsome face. His eyes were still closed, but his eyebrows were knitted together, as though he was in deep concentration.
She grinned wickedly and lithely climbed on top of him, so she rested on his thighs. She leaned down and continued her gentle massage of his arms and chest while she kissed her way up to his neck.
By this time, Will was definitely aware of what was going on and he was almost wide-awake, however he was afraid to move. Elizabeth was being uncharacteristically bold and there was no way he was going to stop her- especially because he didn't want to embarrass her.
Elizabeth had a feeling her husband was awake; judging from his quickened breaths and tensed muscles. She kissed along his jaw line, then to his mouth. She opened her eyes and was greeted by his dark brown ones gazing into hers softly. The couple continued kissing and caressing each other gently and were about lost in their own, happy world. All of a sudden, there was loud knocking on the cabin door.
"Will! Elizabeth! Are you two lovebirds awake?" The voice was distinctly Jack's. "I'm giving you one minute then I'm opening the door, savvy?" "Hold on just a minute, Jack," Will called out. He had no intention of letting Jack see his wife nude, but there certainly wasn't time for her to get dressed. He quickly pushed Elizabeth off of him and grabbed the extra blanket at the foot of the bed. With trembling hands he started wrapping the blanket around his wife in an attempt to cover all the important parts- completely forgetting his own lack of clothing. Elizabeth just giggled at his nervousness as he tried to make sure she was completely decent. She bent down and picked his pants up off the floor and held them up, one eyebrow arched. "I know you and Jack are good friends, dear, but I really don't think he'll be wanting to see all of you," she said, a smirk on her pretty face. Will's face turned a lovely shade of pink as he pulled on his pants. "Ok, Jack, all decent," Will called out.
The door swung open and Jack swaggered in, not even noticing Elizabeth standing there in only a blanket. Instead, he looked straight at Will, a concerned and slightly amused look on his face. "What, what is it," Will said, looking down, thinking maybe he hadn't laced his pants up tight enough or something. It was only then, he noticed-he had managed to put his pants on backwards in his haste. He sighed and looked up at Jack. "So what is it you want at this ungodly, early hour, Jack," he asked the Captain.
"Well, mate, if we are going to out smart Barbossa and beat him at his own game, it's best we get started early," Jack told him. "So if you could tear yourself away from your lovely bride, I'll be needing you up on deck. Savvy?" Will nodded and turned to find his shirt. Jack headed for the door and just before leaving he turned to Elizabeth and said, "by the way, luv, that dress is just smashing on you." And with a grin and a wink, Captain Sparrow was gone.
As soon as the door was closed, Elizabeth collapsed on the bed in a fit of laughter. "What is so funny?" her husband demanded. Elizabeth choked back a laugh and wiped a tear off her cheek, "it's just so unlike you to be so flustered is all," she told her husband. "I can't believe you put your pants on backwards!" she cried, falling back into another laughing fit. "Oh you can't believe it, can you," Will said, an evil smile forming on his face. "Well, how about I won't wear any pants at all then," he said. "No, no, no," Elizabeth protested, I'm afraid AnaMaria and Lila might be a little embarrassed, and Jack, well, Jack may just enjoy it," she said. Will laughed sarcastically and righted his pants and pulled his shirt and vest on. "I'll be on deck with Jack when you're fit enough to be seen outside," he told his wife. That said, Will turned and walked out of the cabin, leaving his wife still consumed in a fit of giggles.
Meanwhile, Lila was still lounging in bed, having pleasant dreams about Commodore Norrington dancing with her all night long. She rolled onto her back and a beam of sunlight fell directly over her face. She opened her eyes and immediately felt a pounding in her head. She sat up slowly and looked around. For a minute, she had no idea where she was, then the last night's events came flooding back into her brain. "Ooohhh," she groaned, as she crawled across the huge bed and swung her feet to the floor. She straightened up, a little wobbly at first, then walked across the room to the table. She picked an apple up out of the basket in the center and sat down in one of the chairs. She glanced up at one of the windows and saw Captain Jack outside talking with Will. 'Stupid, filthy, pirate,' she thought to herself. She ate the apple hungrily, then sat for a minute, trying to wrap her head around this whole pirate ship situation.
She decided she should probably find Elizabeth and find out just what was going on, so she walked back across the room and over to the dresser. She pulled out one of her dresses and some underclothes and changed as quickly as possible; no telling when Jack would just come bursting in the room. She slid her slippers on her feet and ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair. She looked at herself in the grimy mirror over the dresser and saw the chunky, miserable person staring back at her. 'Maybe being on this ship will be good for my diet,' she thought to herself, brightening her mood just a little. She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it, hoping not to have any run-ins with scary pirates. The scene before her actually took her breath away for a second. There were men everywhere, pulling on ropes, scrubbing the decks, doing everything imaginable. 'This could be awful,' she thought as she walked out of Jack's cabin, closing the door behind her.
She looked around for Elizabeth but didn't see her anywhere. She did, however, see Gibbs talking to a very, very short man, so she walked over to inquire as to where Elizabeth was. "Excuse me, Mr. Gibbs," Lila said, trying to sound as proper as she could. He turned around and faced her, scowling a little, as he believed it to be bad luck to have women aboard a ship. "What can I do for you, Miss Lila," he said, a little sarcastically. "I was wondering if you had seen my cousin Elizabeth," she inquired. "Aye," he replied, "she be down in the kitchen with AnaMaria. Just take the stairs all the way to the bottom." Lila thanked him and went off in search of the stairs. She found them and started down the dark, slippery stair well. Without any trouble, she followed Elizabeth and AnaMaria's voices to the kitchen and walked in to find them peeling an enormous crate of potatoes. "Ah, Lila, just in time to help us get dinner started," Elizabeth said to her cousin. She handed Lila a knife and smiled sweetly at her frowning, irritated expression. Lila took the knife and sat down on one of the chairs at the small table the other women were working at. It was going to be a long day-she could just tell.
Next up-a plan is devised and the Black Pearl heads off after Barbossa and his ship, and Lila actually starts warming up to Jack, for about 2 minutes or so.
Don't own PotC...
The sun was shining, Cotton's parrot was cracking one-liners, and Elizabeth Turner was just beginning to stir. It wasn't long before she opened her big, brown eyes and was greeted by her husband's sparse chest hair. She could tell by the way he was breathing that he was still soundly asleep, but she decided it was no fun to spend any time just sleeping in a bed, especially if one was a newlywed.
Elizabeth ran her hand up from Will's stomach, over his lightly muscled chest, and down over his shoulder and arm. She turned her head and kissed his chest, being very careful to tickle him slightly. She felt him shift a little and brought her eyes up to his handsome face. His eyes were still closed, but his eyebrows were knitted together, as though he was in deep concentration.
She grinned wickedly and lithely climbed on top of him, so she rested on his thighs. She leaned down and continued her gentle massage of his arms and chest while she kissed her way up to his neck.
By this time, Will was definitely aware of what was going on and he was almost wide-awake, however he was afraid to move. Elizabeth was being uncharacteristically bold and there was no way he was going to stop her- especially because he didn't want to embarrass her.
Elizabeth had a feeling her husband was awake; judging from his quickened breaths and tensed muscles. She kissed along his jaw line, then to his mouth. She opened her eyes and was greeted by his dark brown ones gazing into hers softly. The couple continued kissing and caressing each other gently and were about lost in their own, happy world. All of a sudden, there was loud knocking on the cabin door.
"Will! Elizabeth! Are you two lovebirds awake?" The voice was distinctly Jack's. "I'm giving you one minute then I'm opening the door, savvy?" "Hold on just a minute, Jack," Will called out. He had no intention of letting Jack see his wife nude, but there certainly wasn't time for her to get dressed. He quickly pushed Elizabeth off of him and grabbed the extra blanket at the foot of the bed. With trembling hands he started wrapping the blanket around his wife in an attempt to cover all the important parts- completely forgetting his own lack of clothing. Elizabeth just giggled at his nervousness as he tried to make sure she was completely decent. She bent down and picked his pants up off the floor and held them up, one eyebrow arched. "I know you and Jack are good friends, dear, but I really don't think he'll be wanting to see all of you," she said, a smirk on her pretty face. Will's face turned a lovely shade of pink as he pulled on his pants. "Ok, Jack, all decent," Will called out.
The door swung open and Jack swaggered in, not even noticing Elizabeth standing there in only a blanket. Instead, he looked straight at Will, a concerned and slightly amused look on his face. "What, what is it," Will said, looking down, thinking maybe he hadn't laced his pants up tight enough or something. It was only then, he noticed-he had managed to put his pants on backwards in his haste. He sighed and looked up at Jack. "So what is it you want at this ungodly, early hour, Jack," he asked the Captain.
"Well, mate, if we are going to out smart Barbossa and beat him at his own game, it's best we get started early," Jack told him. "So if you could tear yourself away from your lovely bride, I'll be needing you up on deck. Savvy?" Will nodded and turned to find his shirt. Jack headed for the door and just before leaving he turned to Elizabeth and said, "by the way, luv, that dress is just smashing on you." And with a grin and a wink, Captain Sparrow was gone.
As soon as the door was closed, Elizabeth collapsed on the bed in a fit of laughter. "What is so funny?" her husband demanded. Elizabeth choked back a laugh and wiped a tear off her cheek, "it's just so unlike you to be so flustered is all," she told her husband. "I can't believe you put your pants on backwards!" she cried, falling back into another laughing fit. "Oh you can't believe it, can you," Will said, an evil smile forming on his face. "Well, how about I won't wear any pants at all then," he said. "No, no, no," Elizabeth protested, I'm afraid AnaMaria and Lila might be a little embarrassed, and Jack, well, Jack may just enjoy it," she said. Will laughed sarcastically and righted his pants and pulled his shirt and vest on. "I'll be on deck with Jack when you're fit enough to be seen outside," he told his wife. That said, Will turned and walked out of the cabin, leaving his wife still consumed in a fit of giggles.
Meanwhile, Lila was still lounging in bed, having pleasant dreams about Commodore Norrington dancing with her all night long. She rolled onto her back and a beam of sunlight fell directly over her face. She opened her eyes and immediately felt a pounding in her head. She sat up slowly and looked around. For a minute, she had no idea where she was, then the last night's events came flooding back into her brain. "Ooohhh," she groaned, as she crawled across the huge bed and swung her feet to the floor. She straightened up, a little wobbly at first, then walked across the room to the table. She picked an apple up out of the basket in the center and sat down in one of the chairs. She glanced up at one of the windows and saw Captain Jack outside talking with Will. 'Stupid, filthy, pirate,' she thought to herself. She ate the apple hungrily, then sat for a minute, trying to wrap her head around this whole pirate ship situation.
She decided she should probably find Elizabeth and find out just what was going on, so she walked back across the room and over to the dresser. She pulled out one of her dresses and some underclothes and changed as quickly as possible; no telling when Jack would just come bursting in the room. She slid her slippers on her feet and ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair. She looked at herself in the grimy mirror over the dresser and saw the chunky, miserable person staring back at her. 'Maybe being on this ship will be good for my diet,' she thought to herself, brightening her mood just a little. She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it, hoping not to have any run-ins with scary pirates. The scene before her actually took her breath away for a second. There were men everywhere, pulling on ropes, scrubbing the decks, doing everything imaginable. 'This could be awful,' she thought as she walked out of Jack's cabin, closing the door behind her.
She looked around for Elizabeth but didn't see her anywhere. She did, however, see Gibbs talking to a very, very short man, so she walked over to inquire as to where Elizabeth was. "Excuse me, Mr. Gibbs," Lila said, trying to sound as proper as she could. He turned around and faced her, scowling a little, as he believed it to be bad luck to have women aboard a ship. "What can I do for you, Miss Lila," he said, a little sarcastically. "I was wondering if you had seen my cousin Elizabeth," she inquired. "Aye," he replied, "she be down in the kitchen with AnaMaria. Just take the stairs all the way to the bottom." Lila thanked him and went off in search of the stairs. She found them and started down the dark, slippery stair well. Without any trouble, she followed Elizabeth and AnaMaria's voices to the kitchen and walked in to find them peeling an enormous crate of potatoes. "Ah, Lila, just in time to help us get dinner started," Elizabeth said to her cousin. She handed Lila a knife and smiled sweetly at her frowning, irritated expression. Lila took the knife and sat down on one of the chairs at the small table the other women were working at. It was going to be a long day-she could just tell.
Next up-a plan is devised and the Black Pearl heads off after Barbossa and his ship, and Lila actually starts warming up to Jack, for about 2 minutes or so.