Broken Wings
A Pirates of the Caribbean story by Merrie
Disclaimer: Only the voice, Jack's insanity, and Norry's illness are mine. I seem to have gotten the raw end of the deal, huh?
Summary: Captain Jack has lost his ship, his crew, nearly his life, and now his sanity to a horrible new curse. Will this Sparrow be able soar again after his wings have been broken?
Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Commodore Norrington, and the hated voice that still remains mysterious.
Author's Note: Ok, this chapter was really hard to write, and I'm sure that many of you may not like it for its content. This is probably the angstiest chapter yet, and in this story that's saying quite a lot.
RATING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED R FOR VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Chapter 10: Broken Sparrows and Bleeding Swanns
"James? You need to wake up. I can't handle all of this by myself, please wake up?" Will pleaded with the supine man lying on the sand. Norrington had slipped into a fevered state of unconsciousness and Will had become frantic. The military man had been getting worse and worse with every passing minute and Will was helpless to do anything but watch as the other man's life seemed to slip away from him. There was no question of it now, Norrington was very very sick and without proper treatment he would most likely die.
Norrington simply muttered under his breath and shuddered, sweat covering his pale brow. Will had covered him with his still slightly damp jacket, but the man still seemed cold and clammy. And a pained glance at the quick approaching twilight didn't give him much hope either. While Caribbean nights were far from cold, he knew the Commodore would benefit from shelter of some kind. Will cursed himself for not thinking of such a thing earlier when Norrington had been awake and able to help, if only in the giving of much needed advice. "What am I supposed to do?" he pleaded with the world around him, "I'm only a blacksmith, not a doctor. I don't know what to do. Please, someone show me what to do," Will had never prayed more fervently in his life. He wasn't necessarily a religious man, but he believed in the idea of God if nothing else, and it was to that idea he now prayed to. Building up the fire as high as he could to keep Norrington dry and warm, he spoke softly, "You just lay here, James. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise. I'm going to go and get some help," with that promise, Will made sure Norrington was as warm as he could make him, and set out into the growing darkness.
***
Elizabeth sat at Jack's side and calmly brushed away a lock of his dark hair that had stuck to his bloodied temple. She didn't know what to do. Jack had been unconscious for a very long time. She really hadn't meant to hit him so hard. She had only wanted him to leave her alone. He had frightened her and she had only defended herself. That didn't prevent a wave of guilt wash over her at the sight of his bloodied and still body lying on the sand.
His face was now almost completely covered in blood, and the sight of it made Elizabeth want to retch again. The gouge on his right cheek now clashed horrifically with the ugly place where she had hit him with the butt of the pistol on his left. She vaguely remembered dropping the pistol into the sand after he had fallen, but she felt no inclination to look for it now. The mere thought of holding a pistol in his presence again filled her with disgust. It wasn't his fault he was like this. He certainly didn't ask to be mad, had he? She had had no right to hit him like that. "Jack? Please wake up; I'm sorry I hit you. Please, just open your eyes for me. It's getting dark and I'd rather not be alone right now." After a long couple of moments, Elizabeth simply resigned herself to the silence and pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them.
Her silence was interrupted not five minutes later by a long groan emanating from Jack's lips. Elizabeth watched, mystified, as he rolled over onto his back, a hand rising to feel at his bloodied temple. He hissed in pain upon contact, and Elizabeth immediately moved to his side. "Jack?" He flinched at the sound of her voice, so she held her breath a minute and whispered, "Jack? Are you alright?"
"World's spinning, it hurts. Everything hurts. Life hurts," Jack mumbled, his eyes firmly clenched and his tattoo-covered left hand still pressed lightly against his injured temple.
Elizabeth sighed. 'I guess it was too much to hope that my hitting him knocked some sense into him. He's just as mad as he ever was,' as soon as the thought passed through her mind, she was immediately ashamed for ever thinking such a thing. She shouldn't have hit him. This was Jack, her friend. Friends didn't attack one another, no matter what the cause. And Jack was sick, and attacking a sick friend should have been far far beneath someone like her. She fancied herself a polite and upstanding woman in society, she was the daughter of a governor after all, but she had never felt more ashamed of herself than she did right now. Her sense of self-preservation whispered that she was only defending herself from him and didn't do anything wrong, but she ignored it. She was startled out of her thoughts to realize that Jack had been staring at her, his dark eyes filled with pain and betrayal. "Jack?" she asked quietly, moving in closer to him, and frowning when he flinched away.
"Miss Elizabeth hurt me. Why did Miss Elizabeth hurt me? Was I bad? Was I punished? Were you sent to punish me like the voice does?" he asked in a fearful voice, his eyes wide and frightened. Elizabeth nearly let out a sob to see the pirate captain in such a state. The Captain Jack Sparrow that had faced all odds to reclaim his ship and sail to her rescue, well it was Will who had actually done the rescuing but Jack kind of helped, was gone. In his place was a broken man with wide, child-like eyes.
"I am sorry, Jack," she said softly, her voice reverting into the evenly moderated tone she had worked out before to keep him as calm as possible. She still didn't know what had set him off like that, but she knew she didn't want it happening again, so she forced her voice to be calm and slow. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Can I see?" she asked in reference to his head wound.
Jack's brow wrinkled and his eyes grew wary, but he nodded quickly. "Only if you promise not to hurt, Miss Elizabeth," he said firmly, making child-like demands that nearly startled a laugh out of her.
"I promise, Jack," she said seriously, having no thought in her mind of doing him any more harm than she already had. He seemed to accept this, and moved his hand away so she could look at the injury now. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had imagined it would be, but it was still pretty wretched. There was already a lump as big as an apricot forming on his head, but the wound itself was actually fairly shallow. She had heard somewhere that wounds taken on the head always seemed to bleed the most. That must have been what had happened. Her face was mere inches away from Jack's own now, and he could feel her hot breath on her nose as she inspected the lump. She ran a gentle finger over it pulled her hand back quickly as he gasped.
"You promised!" he yelled, pulling away from her quicker than she thought possible. "You lied! Bad Miss Elizabeth! You promised that it wouldn't hurt and you lied! People who lie get punished," he said with a sullen glare in her direction.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Jack," Elizabeth whispered, casting her eyes down into the sand. "I did promise, and I'm sorry," she finally mumbled, almost too quiet for Jack to hear.
Jack seemed to ponder her words, and after a few long minutes crawled back over to Elizabeth's side. "It's alright, Miss Elizabeth. Don't cry. I'm ok. It doesn't hurt that much, I promise," Jack said with a wide gold-filled smile.
Elizabeth sighed in relief that he wasn't too badly injured, and she knew she couldn't have stood him being angry with her for very long. But truthfully, she was more concerned about the words he had used, "People who lie get punished," the way he had said that had sent a chill down her spine. It had inexplicably frightened her, and she didn't really know why. Would Jack really hurt her? Could he? She wasn't so sure she had the answers to those questions any more. At times, he seemed capable, but at times like this it didn't look as if he could hurt a fly let alone his 'Miss Elizabeth.' At least, she sure hoped that he couldn't.
***
Jack's mind had become a very scary place in the last few hours. He wasn't able to really hold coherent thoughts, but he was able to hold some. "Is that Elizabeth? Is she really here? When did she get here? Everything's so bleedin' confusing. Did she hit me? Why did she hit me?" Jack's questions trailed on and on, becoming less and less coherent as time went by.
"Because I was there," the voice answered menacingly. "It's good to talk to you again, Jack. I had feared that you had gone completely insane. Oh wait, you have," the voice chucked. "Poor mad Sparrow. You've really gone around the bend haven't you? You know what; I'm actually surprised that you have enough sanity left inside that thick skull of yours to be having this little conversation. I'll have to work on that," the voice said with an imagined smirk on its face.
What do you mean? You bastard, you did this to me! I am not mad! What have you done to me?!" Jack shouted at the unseen presence within his mind. The voice seemed to have taken up permanent residence inside him, hiding away in a darkened corner of his already dark mind.
"Oh Jack, I didn't make you insane. That was all your own doing. I merely gave you a bit of a shove in the right direction. That's all. You're the one who ran with it. Truly Jack, I haven't seen such a lovely run of madness in a long time. Thank you for that. Although your patheticness towards Miss Swann is beginning to grate on my nerves a bit; I'll have to do something about that."
"You leave her alone, you bastard! Or I swear I'll---"
"You'll what, Jack? There's absolutely nothing you can do to stop me I am a god. What are you? You're just a puny, pathetic, little nothing of a man who's gone irrevocably insane. You have no grasp of my power. Oh what, you're surprised? Stupefied? Yes, I am a god Sparrow. You had no idea what you were messing with when you entered that cave, did you?" the god laughed heartily. "At first I was just saying it was your fault that you're crew was killed to get to break, but it's true. You really did get them killed. You didn't bother to learn about the treasure you sacked, the curse it contained. You led your crew to their deaths with a smile on your face. Congratulations, Jack. You've done a far better job on your own than I could have ever done. I thank you for your help."
"Shut up!" Jack roared within the contents of his own mind. "It was you who killed them, not me! You're the one responsible for all of this, and I will find a way to make you pay for it, even if it kills me," Jack vowed.
"Oh I'm sure it will. And those around you, of course. But you already knew that. You've seen it first hand after all. And you know what, I've decided to do you a favor. I've decided to give you hope. Of course, having hope just means I get the joy of taking it away again, but that's your problem not mine. Anyway, back to giving hope. All of your friends are alive. They all survived my storm inexplicably, and are trying to make their way to you and the lovely Miss Swann here. It's such a shame for her and them that they'll be much too late to do any good."
Inside, Jack was reeling with hope and joy. He'd even give Norrington a big sloppy kiss on the mouth if he'd show up this very instant to rescue him and Elizabeth from this horrible place. After a moment of the shuddered disgust that that image brought, he decided he'd rather not kiss Norrington. Perhaps a handshake, maybe even a hug if he was feeling especially thankful, but there certainly would not be any kissing on his part. And he'd leave the kissing of Will to Elizabeth. If only he could somehow get control over his body again.
"You are in control of your body, Jack. I'm not the one making you insane. You went quite mad on your own. You are completely in control of your own body, and yet you aren't. Isn't that just frustrating as hell? I know I would be pretty upset to find out that there was nothing I could do to regain control of my own body, how about you?
Jack's world fell away. The specter, god, voice, whatever it was had to be lying. He had to be the cause of his current state of mind, or lack there of. The alternative was unthinkable. You lie to me just as you have from the beginning, you miserable bastard. You did this to me, and I will find a way out it.
"Jack? Are you still in there?" Elizabeth's voice seemed distant and muddled, but he could hear it.
"Yes! I'm here, Elizabeth!" he shouted, hoping that she would hear him somehow. In reality, Jack's lips never moved.
"Jack? You're beginning to scare me, please say something. Let me know you're still there."
"Why can't I answer her? I thought you said you weren't controlling me? Let me go!" Jack shouted.
"I'm not controlling you. You're trapped in the confines of your own mind. It's quite an interesting sight to watch, actually. I don't think I've ever seen a man go insane from the inside before. I've seen many men and woman and children for that matter; go insane from the outside, but never on the inside where it's up close and personal. How does it feel to go insane, Jack? Please tell me, I really want to know," the voice asked him eagerly.
"Damn you," Jack seethed. "You might as well ask yourself that question because you're surely insane if you think I'd do anything to help you," with that, Jack mentally spat on the sand in disgust and was amazed when his body echoed the action.
"Jack? Are you still there? Why are you spitting at me?" Elizabeth asked, a confused frown marring her features.
If Jack could have hugged her, he would have. He was making progress, at least.
***
Will cursed as he used his sword to slice at yet another branch that impeded the overgrown trail through the jungle he was currently on. He was determined to follow it, he needed to find help for Norrington and this was the best option. There surely had to be some kind of civilization at the end of the trail. If there wasn't, he didn't know what he would do. Norrington was lying on the beach alone, surely growing sicker as time passed, and soon it would be too dark for Will to make his way along the trail any longer.
Will spun around holding his sword in front of him in a defensive position as he heard a rustling of leaves from behind him. "Hello? Who's there? Show yourself!" Will didn't bother to inform whoever was moving through the foliage about Norrington should they prove to be an enemy rather than an ally. While he was still armed, the Commodore most likely wasn't in any condition to defend himself should the need arise. The only answer Will received from his queries was a sharp pain at the side of his neck. He immediately slapped a hand on it, and encountered a small feathered dart. He had just enough time to look at it quizzically before falling to the ground unconscious, his sword falling easily from his limp hand.
***
Elizabeth didn't know what to do. Jack had seemingly gone away inside himself, and nothing she did could bring him out of it. She couldn't understand it. He had been seemingly normal, for a madman anyway, one minute, and a mute the next with no apparent change in between. The fact that he was sitting straight up in the sand and that his eyes were still open and fluttering slightly was the only indication that he was still conscious. She had waved her hand in front of those rapidly fluttering eyelids more than once, but she had gotten no reaction out of him. She was just about to resort to slapping him, on the uninjured cheek mind you, when he started mumbling.
"Jack? Are you still in there?" she asked quietly, hoping that she would receive some kind of answer. Even a nod would be appreciated at this point. She was about to ask again when his mumbling seemed to intensify in volume, as if he were arguing with someone under his breath. The sight was not a welcome one. "Jack? You're beginning to scare me, please say something. Let me know you're still there."
Jack's only reaction, if it could be called a reaction at all, was to moan loudly and fall backwards on the sand where he rolled over onto his side and curled up into a little ball, his dark hair covering his face like a curtain. Elizabeth immediately ran to his side and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Jack, please. Talk to me. Let me help you. Please," she pleaded with him.
"Eliz," Jack started, his eyes finally opened to lock on her own.
"Jack! Yes, I'm here. It's me, Elizabeth!" Elizabeth shouted frantically, and Jack winced from the sudden loud noise. "Are you alright?" she continued, seemingly unaware of his discomfort.
"No, 'm not," he managed to mumble, struggling to sit upright again. He managed with a bit of help from Elizabeth. His words were softly spoken, but as Elizabeth was nearly on top of him, she heard him as clearly as if he had shouted in her ear as she had in his. She was amazed he had answered her question so easily. He seemed almost himself again. Could it be possible? But he has said he wasn't ok, what could that mean? She decided to ask him.
"What do you mean, Jack? What's wrong?" After a moment, she blushed at the foolishness in her words. Of course he wasn't alright. He had had to watch his friends and crew die, he had had to watch Ana die, he had gone mad as a result, and was now severely injured on at least his cheek if not the side of his head as well where she had hit him. "I'm sorry Jack; it was foolish of me to ask. Of course you're not alright. I can't imagine what you must have gone through. I don't think anyone could."
"Thank you. 'S not what I meant though, Liz," Jack managed to slur out, his speech becoming more coherent and more confident as time went on. It still looked as if he were fighting with someone or something, most likely his madness she thought with a frown, but whatever it was, he seemed to be beating it back. "There's something here. Something you need to know about," he managed to say before gasping in pain. A fresh trickle of blood trailed down his injured left temple. It looked as if it had inexplicably broken open again.
"Here, let me get that," Elizabeth said, automatically leaning over Jack and pressing the now thoroughly bloodied scrap of her dress to the side of his head. "I'm sorry for this Jack. It was wrong of me to do it. I hurt you, and I'm sorry," she stammered, her eyes looking away from his in shame.
"Don't be like that, luv. You did right by old Jack. I wasn't myself. I'm still not. That's what I have to talk to you about," he said, raising a hand to cup her cheek so that she faced him directly. "There's a presence here. He doesn't want me to talk about him, but you need to know. He's---" he groaned in pain as the gun shot wound on his cheek started bleeding profusely as well. "He's doing this to me, Elizabeth! And whatever you do, don't let him hurt you!" his shout was drowned out by another groan of pain, and Jack's eyes rolled up in his head as if he were about to faint.
"Jack! Don't leave me now! Stay with me! What are you talking about! Who's here, Jack? Did one of your crew survive? I don't understand!" she pleaded with him frantically. It was clear he was trying to tell her something important by the way he had made her look at him, but what was it? A presence on the island with them that was somehow hurting Jack?
Elizabeth was startled out of her musings by a hand on her shoulder. She started to see that Jack was staring calmly at her, seeming as sane as he ever was. But his eyes…….oh God, those were not Jack's eyes!
"Jack?" Elizabeth called out, her voice nearly catching in her throat as she took in what her eyes were telling her. Jack leaned over her, his eyes meeting her own dead on. But while he should have been staring back at her with his deep caramel-brown kohl-line eyes the eyes staring back at her were an almost colorless set of cold pale blue eyes. She had never seen a colder stare in all of her life, certainly not on a friend.
"Yes, Elizabeth? What's wrong? You look a little frightened, to me. In fact, I think I could go as far to say that you look petrified. Am I right? If you're too scared to answer, I'll understand," the man who was not Jack said mockingly. His voice didn't even sound the same. It had a bit of a lilt to it that she had heard only in the surrounding islands of England. It sounded nothing like Jack's more forceful low class accent.
"Who are you?" she finally managed to stammer out, proud that her voice didn't tremble too much.
"Oh, no one you need to be concerned about," he said waving a hand that if it hadn't been coupled with the blue eyes and the Celtic lilt could have been from Jack himself. "Although, he did try and warn you about me. It was a valiant effort on his part, really. He certainly had me impressed. I didn't think he'd be able to come back from madness so quickly. He continues to surprise me," he saw her eyes widen as he referred to Jack as another person while he inhabited the pirate's body, and chuckled. "Oh don't worry. You're friend's still in here somewhere, I'm just taking his body for a ride as it were," he smiled at Elizabeth's gasp. "But you needn't concern yourself with that now," he nearly whispered menacingly.
Elizabeth was almost afraid to ask, but it had to be done, "Then what should I be concerned about?" She stood to her feet and tried to show that she was unafraid while inside she was more afraid than she had been as Barbossa had held her over the Aztec alter with the intent of sacrificing her.
"Only me," he said, and before she could even think to run, he had pushed her forcefully to the ground. A pair of hauntingly cold eyes were the last thing she saw before the twilight finally deepened into full darkness. She felt a hand tearing at her corset and she screamed at the feeling. "Go ahead and scream for me, it makes this so much more fun. Scream for me, Elizabeth. Cry for me. Plead for me to stop. That might make this go faster, but it's unlikely. You have no idea how long it's been for me without a woman. I would have taken that lovely bitch Anamaria if I had known about her, but unfortunately she was too fragile under my ministrations. But you're not like her, are you? You're strong. You'll fight me with your dying breath, won't you?"
"You bast---" Elizabeth was cut off as Jack's lips descended on her own, his tongue thrust between her teeth as she stopped in mid-sentence. He ravished her mouth and he would no doubt do the same to her body if she didn't do something about it soon. She bit down viciously on his tongue and was rewarded with the sharp tang of blood filling her mouth.
He did pull away from her, but kept his right hand pressed firmly against her left shoulder, pinning her to the ground. "You are a feisty one, aren't you? I will enjoy breaking your spirit," he wiped at his bloodied lips with his tattoo covered hand, and her eyes were drawn to the side of his neck where she saw black lines moving over the skin there like insects. He noticed her gaze and smirked. "You like that? Jack tried to tell you about it before, but you didn't believe him did you? The longer I stay in control, the further it covers Jack's body until I'm certain he will have become my canvas. We'll have to see what it looks like close up, won't we?" He straddled her body, clamping her legs between his thighs and he shrugged off Jack's jacket and shirt. "There, now you can enjoy it properly," he said, holding out Jack's left arm in front of her face so she could see the markings up close in the bright light of the full moon that had just risen over their heads.
Elizabeth was shocked. She had seen the tattoo before; Jack had shown it to her. It had looked nothing like this. It had only reached his elbow, perhaps a little higher. What she was looking at now covered his entire left arm from the middle and ring fingers of his left hand, to the side of his neck, two pointed lines reaching up to caress his jaw. How could she had thought that it was beautiful? Close up and in the pale light of the full moon, it was something alive and monstrous. She turned her eyes away from it and couldn't help but take in the rest of Jack's bare chest. He was covered in more scars than she had imagined, but the overall effect was definitely appealing. She felt her face flush as the thought that Jack's half naked body might be appealing fully impacted her. She hadn't even seen Will, her fiancé like this.
"Ahh, so the little Miss likes what she sees, does she? Tell me, Elizabeth. Do you lust after this body?" she felt her blush deepen and heard him laugh. "I wonder what dear William would think of that. If he manages to survive, I'll be sure and ask him." Before she could protest, he had placed both of his hands upon her body once more and tore open her dirtied dress, exposing her corset and undergarments before his hungry eyes. But he didn't stop there. He pulled one hand away and grabbed the pearl handled dagger stuck in Jack's belt. With one quick motion of his hand, her corset and undergarments lay shredded on the ground beside her, and her bare chest was exposed to the elements, her nipples pebbling instantly in the cold.
"Please don't do this," Elizabeth pleaded now, unable to cover herself as he moved her hands over her head and tied them securely with a strap of her dress. She struggled with all her might, but she could not overpower him. She felt absolutely helpless for the first time in her entire life and she was scared. She closed her eyes and mumbled a prayer that this was all a nightmare, or that somehow Will would show up to make everything all right like he always had. Anything to get away from this.
"That's right child, pray. Not that it will do anything to save you. It's simply amusing to see you cower beneath me," he smirked as he made sure her hands were bound tight enough to cut her skin should she try and move too much. With his hands free from holding her arms down, he ripped the clothes off of the rest of her body so that she was entirely naked beneath him. "You're beautiful, Elizabeth. Do you know that? I am going to enjoy this immensely," after a mere second's thought, he continued, "I don't think Jack will, though. Did I tell you? He gets to watch while this happens. I can feel him now, banging against the prison I've made for him, begging for me to leave you alone. This will break him, I fear. Oh well. It just makes it easier for me to take over that way. And the sight and sound of him breaking is oh so appealing, Elizabeth. You have no idea. Not as appealing as seeing you break, but fun none the less. Anyway, enough chat. Let's get on with this, shall we?"
It was Jack's hands that undid his sword belt and breeches. Jack's feet that kicked off his tall boots, his pants soon following them, and Jack's legs that forced themselves within her thighs. It was not Jack however who took her by force, entering the most secret area of her body with such pain and viciousness that she had to blink back tears. She had heard from some of her married friends about the act of making love, how it inevitably hurt the first time, but hearing stories was one thing. Experiencing it first hand by force was entirely another. She released her held back tears as she thought of what was happening to her. Her virginity was being forcefully taken from her by a demon in her best friend's body. The virginity that she had vowed to give to Will one day; a day that would now never come. She wept for Jack, forced to watch himself doing these things as she was forced to bear them. She wept for herself and her lost innocence that could never be regained. 'Oh God, what if I conceive a child after this? What will I do then?' the thought was almost too much to bear, but she had to cast her mind on something other than what was happening to her or she would go as mad as Jack had gone.
***
The voice, the specter, the god once known as Lorelac was enjoying himself immensely. The sight of shiny tears trailing down Elizabeth's smooth cheeks excited him more than he had thought possible, and his thrusts increased in speed and intensity, causing Elizabeth to groan with ever movement of Jack's slender hips. While he had taken many virgins before in his time spent on this plane of existence, it had been quite a long time ago, and this little slip of a woman under him made his insides burn with a passion he had long since forgotten. He had felt her pain upon entry, her body's last defense against the rape give in a swift motion, immediately arousing him. He lived on pain, fear and hatred and the woman underneath him was giving all three off in equal portions and strengths. To feel such sensations roll over him brought him so close to his release that he had to calm himself down or his fun would be over before it began. His good humor was increased even further to hear Jack's whimpering in the back of his consciousness. He had ceased his fighting upon penetrating Elizabeth, and had been mumbling to himself ever since. He smirked and continued his thrusting, a full grin crossing his face when he saw that Elizabeth was beginning to take pleasure in his actions. Her own body was betraying her and there was nothing she could do but ride the wave as it came.
***
It hit her like a wave; a feeling of intense warmth spread throughout her body as she felt her hips rising in time to meet Jack's forceful thrusts. She was horrified to see such a reaction from her traitorous body, but she found she couldn't help herself. Her eyes rolled back into her head as another wave of heat rolled over her body and she let out a breathy moan.
"You like that?" the man that was not Jack asked her calmly, looking down at her while their bodies continued the motions of their act. "How about this?" before she could fathom what he intended now, he had lowered a hand between her legs, and screamed at the sensation of one of Jack's calloused fingers trailing a path of fire throughout her body, causing her breath to quicken and grow shallow. He smirked and his hand began to move, making her body tremble as it went. The sensations of that combined with the continued thrusting of his hips brought her to her release. She had only read about such things in books her father didn't know existed in their family library, but nothing could compare to real life. Her body shook and trembled and to her everlasting shame, a scream of Jack's name at the top of her lungs slipped past her lips and echoed through the night.
***
Lorelac found his own release not long after and once he was satisfied he returned control of Jack's body over to the pirate himself, but didn't bother to disengage from Elizabeth's trembling body first. The reaction from which would be interesting to say the very least. With a devilish smirk, he retreated to the darkened corner of Jack's mind he had made his own and gathered his strength.
***
When Jack came back in control of his body, his first reaction was shock. Followed quite quickly by disgust, self-loathing, an overwhelming sorrow, and seething hatred. His self-loathing and disgust intensified when he found himself enjoying the warmth of Elizabeth's naked body under his. Being as gentle as he could with a devastating sense of panic setting in, he removed himself from Elizabeth's body and turned to pick up his coat which he lay over her naked body as quickly as he could.
"Jack?" Elizabeth called out to him meekly, her trembling hands clutching at the long coat. It didn't quite cover her entire body, but it was close enough. As long as she was covered.
"Oh God, Elizabeth. I'm sorry, I'm so very, very sorry. I know you'll never forgive me for this," his voice grew calm and resigned and he continued. "There are pistols on nearly all of my crew member's bodies. Take one of them and kill me. It's your right. If you can't do it, I'm sure your fiancé will," Jack said, his eyes dropping to the sand where he took in his nakedness and pulled on his breeches as quickly as possible. He had violated one of his few remaining friends. If he didn't have a one way ticket to hell already for his life of piracy, his spot was surely guaranteed there now. Right next to Barbossa if his notions of hell were even close to reality. But he would meet it gladly at this point. "Reclaim your honor, Elizabeth. Kill me," he again pleaded with her, raising his eyes to meet with her own, certain he would see hatred there. But he didn't.
"I'm not going to kill you, Jack. It wasn't you who did this to me, it was the other. I don't know his name," she admitted.
"He doesn't have a name. At least, not one that he's told me. But none of that matters, Elizabeth. It was me who raped you, who ravished you. I was the one who was there. It was my body that defiled you, not his. My hands who---oh God. What have I done? Please Elizabeth, kill me. Restore your honor. Please. I can't bear to live with what I've done."
"Now you listen here, Jack Sparrow! If I can bear it to be done, then you can bear to live with it! I can't have you falling apart on me now! I need you! The two of us need to get off this accursed island and find Will and Norrington!" her voice hitched a bit at Will's name, but she went on. "They're still alive, and they need our help! And we need theirs! And if you think I'm going to kill you, Jack, you get that idea out of your head right now," she paused and took a wavering breath before going on, "How could I kill the man who may be the father of my first born child right now?" Elizabeth had kept her composure up until the word child, and then she had dissolved into sobs. "Oh God, why is this happening to us? What did we do?" She managed to speak out between sobs.
"It wasn't anything you did, luv. It was me. It was all me," he tentatively reached out a hand to comfort her, and while Elizabeth first started away from his touch in fear, she then quickly leaned into it and continued sobbing. Jack wrapped his arms around her, and found he wanted to weep along with her, but he hadn't the strength.
TBC
A/N: Oh my goodness, was that chapter ever hard to write. It didn't want to be written so I kept putting it off. But it had to be done, I'm afraid. That final scene first whispered its wretched intentions to me about 4 chapters ago. Anyway, I hope you liked at least some of it. The next chapter will be up in a week or so, and while most of you might hate me for this, there will be almost no Jack or Liz scenes in it whatsoever. It's time to check in with our boys. They're in a lot of trouble. Until then, please send me your reviews!!!
And now for your enjoyment, Merrie's first ever Reviewer Thanks Section!!! *applause*
Miss Becky: my lovely lovely beta. Without your support, this story wouldn't be half as good as everyone seems to think it is. Congrats on the new story!! Can't wait to read it!!
Halia and gypsy: my partners in crime. You guys keep me motivated, there's nothing else to it.
Otherhawk: glad you find Jack disturbing. So do I. And I love writing the Will and Norry scenes. There will be many more next chapter.
claire: glad you like Jack's madness too!! It was both fun and notoriously difficult to write!
Intuitive: LOL. I've been matrix-ed! Yes, my computer and I are now very happy together again, thanks. As for the Will/Norry dynamic, I don't write slash, so everything from my end will be friendship based. Of course, you may imagine whatever you like. :-)
Scarlett Burns: I didn't soften any blows in this one. Did you still like it? I sure hope so.
Eby: Yea for new reviewers!! Glad you like my story!!
BURN THE R.U.M.: This just keeps getting angstier and angstier doesn't it? Sorry about that. But I promise, not all is lost, just stick with me a while longer. And there will be a sequel.
jack roks: Glad you liked my story!! I kept your review in mind and tried to include more Jack POV's. Did I succeed to your liking?
Mistress of Destruction: Glad you like my story!! Sorry for the long time between updates. I'm alternating writing on this fic and Darkness Rising, my OUATIM one. That's what takes so long.
WakingDream: So glad to have new, relatively, reviewers!! I'll have to be sure and thank Sara for directing you over to me. ;-)
Claire: Again, thanks for the double review!! You made my day!!
Lady Russell Holmes: A new reviewer!! Glad you liked my fic!! How'd I do on the no blow softening??
Cursed-Pearl: Another new reviewer!! Yea!! Thanks!! And such a lovely review too!! Sorry I couldn't post sooner!!
And to any of you who I might have missed, you're reviews have not gone unnoticed! Thanks again!!!
-Merrie