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Elizabeth sighed as the sun set. Jack was standing next to her.
"Elizabeth."
"Yes Jack."
"Captain, luv."
"Yes Captain." Elizabeth answered tiredly. She felt sick from the rocking of the waves and the smell of it.
"I'm appointing you ship's cook. Gibb's taste buds have long since burned out.and everything he makes is in watery soup. And I've had some reasonable doubts about his Thursday Surprise." Jack pondered aloud.
"All right. When do I start?" Asked Elizabeth. She was ready to do anything if it meant taking her mind off Will for a while.
"Now would be nice, luv. So you agree with my plan?" He asked.
"Savvy." She replied dully. Jack's kohl lined eyes narrowed.
"My line, luv. Get to work." Elizabeth shuffled off in the direction of the galley. Jack headed back into his rum for another round of room. He shut the door and locked it, and was reaching for his rum, when something knocked him up against the wall, hard. He saw stars for a minute, wincing as his head contacted the wall sharply. The stars faded and Anna Maria's face was close up to Jack's. Suddenly, her mouth was upon his, soft yet insistent. For a minute, Jack lost himself. His hands threaded through her hair, and her warm hands were on his face. After a minute or two, Jack broke the kiss and evaded Anna Maria's grasp.
"No luv. This feels too right to actually be right." Jack quickly told her. She just stared at him. Jack turned to go, a little disturbed by his own actions. Hadn't he been the one hitting on her? And now it was reversed, and the feelings were unwanted. He needed rum. Quickly, he unlocked the door and had his hand on the doorknob, when she spoke.
"You're the ocean, Jack." His head jerking up, Jack turned.
"What?" He asked.
"The Black Pearl is your freedom, but you are like the ocean. Always changing. Calm and dependable one minute, and then sometimes dangerous and dishonest and misleading the next." She stood there, staring at him. Jack stared back. So she understood him. Wasn't this what he should want? Suddenly, all the confusion slid away. He headed for her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Let's try this again, savvy?" He remarked with an eyebrow quirked and a mischievous smile gracing his face, before deciding to wipe that silly grin off her face.
Elizabeth was peeling potatoes. She was suddenly glad that she was a blacksmith's wife. A noblewoman had no idea what to do with a knife. But Will had taught her how to cook. So here she was, peeling potatoes and chopping up vegetables for soup. She was slowly gaining her sea legs. Jack had disappeared for a while, she realized. She had gone on top of the deck to ask Jack a question, but he was gone. His door was locked. 'That bloody captain has been at his rum again!' Was her first thought. Yet she headed back down to the galley to finish making the meal. Cooking was helping her keep her mind off Will. Which was good. Frantic thoughts had been her only companions the first few days of the journey. Once the soup was done, Elizabeth quickly set the table and ladled soup into the bowls of the crewmembers. Then she rang the bell that called the crew to meals. She heard the rumble of the sailors as they hurried to eat their fill. Elizabeth noted that Anna Maria did not come to her seat. While the men slurped up their soup (Elizabeth relishing the look she'd see on her father's face if he saw them eat), Elizabeth put some soup in a bowl and placed it on a tray for Jack. She took her time up the steps, careful not to spill the soup. In order to knock, she had to rest the tray on one hip and hold on with one hand while knocking. There was no answer. But she did hear heavy footsteps. She knocked again, harder. Again, no answer.
"Jack!" She called. She waited a moment. She knocked even harder.
"Jack Sparrow, come out of there, you drunken dog!" She shouted. 'Why is he mad at me? Surely he's awake with all the noise just passing. That lazy captain!' And so, on impulse, she reached for the doorknob. In only a few seconds the door was open. Elizabeth scuttled inside, ready to scold Jack for being drunk again. Instead she was treated by the sight of Jack with his arms crushing Anna Maria against him. Anna Maria for her part didn't look at all upset. She was kissing him back. The two seemed quite preoccupied. Neither of them noticed Elizabeth. Hoping to leave unnoticed, Elizabeth quickly turned to exit. But the tray managed to hit the door, dropping to the ground with a CRASH and spraying Elizabeth with hot soup.
"OW!" She shrieked, hopping around, trying to escape the pain. Unfortunately, the soup had overturned, and she leapt right into a puddle of the same hot substance. Her feet feeling as if they were on fire, she screamed and dropped to her knees and removed her shoes. Blisters were already welling up on her feet. Quickly, Elizabeth peeled off the heavy dress she was wearing, leaving her in the same kind of dress she had been stranded in so long ago. Her undergarments. 'Well this is bloody brilliant.' She thought bitterly. And to her dismay, she had not left unnoticed. Jack and Anna Maria were now staring at her, no longer one unit but two. Anna Maria was staring daggers, while Jack looked amused.
"I advise you not to barge into anymore situations such as this, Lizzie darling. And you'll be wantin' to soak your feet. Oh, and if the soup was still that hot, why were you giving it to me? An mutiny, perchance?" Jack teased. Elizabeth scowled.
"I was only trying to bring you lunch, you horrible person. But you weren't answering and I assumed you weren't busy, just asleep with a hangover as usual." Elizabeth snapped.
"Well ya know what happens when you assume things?" Anna Maria barked savagely. Elizabeth scowled.
"You make a fool out of yerself." Anna Maria walked by her in disgust and made her way over to the helm. Jack helped Elizabeth to her feet.
"My apologizes, luv. Gibbs'll do the dishes for you. Go soak your feet, savvy?" He ordered graciously. Elizabeth hobbled down to the galley, her shoes in one hand, limping all the way. Jack watched in amusement, and then retreated into his room, shutting the door and firmly locking it. He flopped on his bed and grinned lazily up at the ceiling. It had been an interesting day. As usual. He uncorked a bottle of rum, took a large mouthful and pulled his hat over his head.
Will became conscious again after what seemed like a long time. His head had stopped throbbing, and he could see clearly. The same man was in the room.
"What do you want with Jack Sparrow?" Asked Will curiously. The man smiled.
"Oh, that pesky Sparrow and I go way back." Will's heart sank. That couldn't be good.
"But we can talk later, tomorrow morning perhaps. For now, Sorrie will tend to you." The man left the room, and a young girl entered the room. She looked about sixteen, with long blonde hair and green eyes. She carried a tray of food and a bandage. She shut the door behind her and hurried over to Will.
"Hello. I'm Sorrie. I'm going ta take care of you." She introduced herself. She fed him the food that she had and lifted up the cup so he could drink. She bandaged his head, staying silent all the while. She went around to the back of him so that he couldn't see her.
"Now, Mr. Turner, I'm going to give you something that will help with the pain." She told him. She hurried around to the front of him again. Out of her pocket, she pulled a small dagger.
"Why are you helping me?" He asked, confused. She gave him a sad smile.
"I'm a prisoner too." She whispered. She lifted up the hem of her dress a few inches, revealing ankle cuffs. Will nodded in understanding.
"Don't tell I helped." She hissed.
"I think they'll know." He told her.
"Then I won't help." She retorted.
"Why not?" He asked angrily.
"I don't want to get in trouble."
"Then I'll kill you when I get out of this chair!" He snapped in agony. If she would only give him that bloody knife he could save Elizabeth!
"Well I don't want to die!" Sorrie answered.
"Fine, just give me the knife."
"Promise you won't kill me."
"Fine. I promise."
"Although, I'm not a simpleton you know. I'll be flogged for helping you, or worse." She debated.
"I never would have known," Will muttered at her simpleton remarked. "What if I take you with me when I escape?" Will bargained. Realizing he could have just killed his chances of getting away, he winced. A child would slow him down greatly. And it would be harder to sneak away two people. And where would they go?
"All right. Promise?" Repeated the child.
"Promise." Sighed Will. It was night. That meant they could steal a rowboat and go.
"Hand me the knife!" Will quickly whispered. She placed it in his hands. Clumsily he managed to cut the bonds. Next, he untied his legs. A little dizzy, he got up.
"Where are we?" He asked.
"Not far from Tortuga, Mr. Turner." She answered. Will nodded.
"Excellent. I'm betting that's where Jack is. Go get some food and supplies for us. We'll need it." He ordered Sorrie. And so the two slipped out of the room into the darkness, hoping they could escape.
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Please read and enjoy!
Elizabeth sighed as the sun set. Jack was standing next to her.
"Elizabeth."
"Yes Jack."
"Captain, luv."
"Yes Captain." Elizabeth answered tiredly. She felt sick from the rocking of the waves and the smell of it.
"I'm appointing you ship's cook. Gibb's taste buds have long since burned out.and everything he makes is in watery soup. And I've had some reasonable doubts about his Thursday Surprise." Jack pondered aloud.
"All right. When do I start?" Asked Elizabeth. She was ready to do anything if it meant taking her mind off Will for a while.
"Now would be nice, luv. So you agree with my plan?" He asked.
"Savvy." She replied dully. Jack's kohl lined eyes narrowed.
"My line, luv. Get to work." Elizabeth shuffled off in the direction of the galley. Jack headed back into his rum for another round of room. He shut the door and locked it, and was reaching for his rum, when something knocked him up against the wall, hard. He saw stars for a minute, wincing as his head contacted the wall sharply. The stars faded and Anna Maria's face was close up to Jack's. Suddenly, her mouth was upon his, soft yet insistent. For a minute, Jack lost himself. His hands threaded through her hair, and her warm hands were on his face. After a minute or two, Jack broke the kiss and evaded Anna Maria's grasp.
"No luv. This feels too right to actually be right." Jack quickly told her. She just stared at him. Jack turned to go, a little disturbed by his own actions. Hadn't he been the one hitting on her? And now it was reversed, and the feelings were unwanted. He needed rum. Quickly, he unlocked the door and had his hand on the doorknob, when she spoke.
"You're the ocean, Jack." His head jerking up, Jack turned.
"What?" He asked.
"The Black Pearl is your freedom, but you are like the ocean. Always changing. Calm and dependable one minute, and then sometimes dangerous and dishonest and misleading the next." She stood there, staring at him. Jack stared back. So she understood him. Wasn't this what he should want? Suddenly, all the confusion slid away. He headed for her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Let's try this again, savvy?" He remarked with an eyebrow quirked and a mischievous smile gracing his face, before deciding to wipe that silly grin off her face.
Elizabeth was peeling potatoes. She was suddenly glad that she was a blacksmith's wife. A noblewoman had no idea what to do with a knife. But Will had taught her how to cook. So here she was, peeling potatoes and chopping up vegetables for soup. She was slowly gaining her sea legs. Jack had disappeared for a while, she realized. She had gone on top of the deck to ask Jack a question, but he was gone. His door was locked. 'That bloody captain has been at his rum again!' Was her first thought. Yet she headed back down to the galley to finish making the meal. Cooking was helping her keep her mind off Will. Which was good. Frantic thoughts had been her only companions the first few days of the journey. Once the soup was done, Elizabeth quickly set the table and ladled soup into the bowls of the crewmembers. Then she rang the bell that called the crew to meals. She heard the rumble of the sailors as they hurried to eat their fill. Elizabeth noted that Anna Maria did not come to her seat. While the men slurped up their soup (Elizabeth relishing the look she'd see on her father's face if he saw them eat), Elizabeth put some soup in a bowl and placed it on a tray for Jack. She took her time up the steps, careful not to spill the soup. In order to knock, she had to rest the tray on one hip and hold on with one hand while knocking. There was no answer. But she did hear heavy footsteps. She knocked again, harder. Again, no answer.
"Jack!" She called. She waited a moment. She knocked even harder.
"Jack Sparrow, come out of there, you drunken dog!" She shouted. 'Why is he mad at me? Surely he's awake with all the noise just passing. That lazy captain!' And so, on impulse, she reached for the doorknob. In only a few seconds the door was open. Elizabeth scuttled inside, ready to scold Jack for being drunk again. Instead she was treated by the sight of Jack with his arms crushing Anna Maria against him. Anna Maria for her part didn't look at all upset. She was kissing him back. The two seemed quite preoccupied. Neither of them noticed Elizabeth. Hoping to leave unnoticed, Elizabeth quickly turned to exit. But the tray managed to hit the door, dropping to the ground with a CRASH and spraying Elizabeth with hot soup.
"OW!" She shrieked, hopping around, trying to escape the pain. Unfortunately, the soup had overturned, and she leapt right into a puddle of the same hot substance. Her feet feeling as if they were on fire, she screamed and dropped to her knees and removed her shoes. Blisters were already welling up on her feet. Quickly, Elizabeth peeled off the heavy dress she was wearing, leaving her in the same kind of dress she had been stranded in so long ago. Her undergarments. 'Well this is bloody brilliant.' She thought bitterly. And to her dismay, she had not left unnoticed. Jack and Anna Maria were now staring at her, no longer one unit but two. Anna Maria was staring daggers, while Jack looked amused.
"I advise you not to barge into anymore situations such as this, Lizzie darling. And you'll be wantin' to soak your feet. Oh, and if the soup was still that hot, why were you giving it to me? An mutiny, perchance?" Jack teased. Elizabeth scowled.
"I was only trying to bring you lunch, you horrible person. But you weren't answering and I assumed you weren't busy, just asleep with a hangover as usual." Elizabeth snapped.
"Well ya know what happens when you assume things?" Anna Maria barked savagely. Elizabeth scowled.
"You make a fool out of yerself." Anna Maria walked by her in disgust and made her way over to the helm. Jack helped Elizabeth to her feet.
"My apologizes, luv. Gibbs'll do the dishes for you. Go soak your feet, savvy?" He ordered graciously. Elizabeth hobbled down to the galley, her shoes in one hand, limping all the way. Jack watched in amusement, and then retreated into his room, shutting the door and firmly locking it. He flopped on his bed and grinned lazily up at the ceiling. It had been an interesting day. As usual. He uncorked a bottle of rum, took a large mouthful and pulled his hat over his head.
Will became conscious again after what seemed like a long time. His head had stopped throbbing, and he could see clearly. The same man was in the room.
"What do you want with Jack Sparrow?" Asked Will curiously. The man smiled.
"Oh, that pesky Sparrow and I go way back." Will's heart sank. That couldn't be good.
"But we can talk later, tomorrow morning perhaps. For now, Sorrie will tend to you." The man left the room, and a young girl entered the room. She looked about sixteen, with long blonde hair and green eyes. She carried a tray of food and a bandage. She shut the door behind her and hurried over to Will.
"Hello. I'm Sorrie. I'm going ta take care of you." She introduced herself. She fed him the food that she had and lifted up the cup so he could drink. She bandaged his head, staying silent all the while. She went around to the back of him so that he couldn't see her.
"Now, Mr. Turner, I'm going to give you something that will help with the pain." She told him. She hurried around to the front of him again. Out of her pocket, she pulled a small dagger.
"Why are you helping me?" He asked, confused. She gave him a sad smile.
"I'm a prisoner too." She whispered. She lifted up the hem of her dress a few inches, revealing ankle cuffs. Will nodded in understanding.
"Don't tell I helped." She hissed.
"I think they'll know." He told her.
"Then I won't help." She retorted.
"Why not?" He asked angrily.
"I don't want to get in trouble."
"Then I'll kill you when I get out of this chair!" He snapped in agony. If she would only give him that bloody knife he could save Elizabeth!
"Well I don't want to die!" Sorrie answered.
"Fine, just give me the knife."
"Promise you won't kill me."
"Fine. I promise."
"Although, I'm not a simpleton you know. I'll be flogged for helping you, or worse." She debated.
"I never would have known," Will muttered at her simpleton remarked. "What if I take you with me when I escape?" Will bargained. Realizing he could have just killed his chances of getting away, he winced. A child would slow him down greatly. And it would be harder to sneak away two people. And where would they go?
"All right. Promise?" Repeated the child.
"Promise." Sighed Will. It was night. That meant they could steal a rowboat and go.
"Hand me the knife!" Will quickly whispered. She placed it in his hands. Clumsily he managed to cut the bonds. Next, he untied his legs. A little dizzy, he got up.
"Where are we?" He asked.
"Not far from Tortuga, Mr. Turner." She answered. Will nodded.
"Excellent. I'm betting that's where Jack is. Go get some food and supplies for us. We'll need it." He ordered Sorrie. And so the two slipped out of the room into the darkness, hoping they could escape.