Hello again everyone. I'm too impatient to wait for more feedback on
chapter one, so here goes chapter two. (And wouldn't you know it as soon as
I type that I get an email of feedback). So thank you all for reviewing my
almost-loyal fans (both of them) and here comes chapter two
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING!!! Not a damn thing. Still includes money since I'm not making any profit off this, so don't sue me. I'm serious: I have nothing!!! This isn't even my computer! So yea. Ok. Read. Now.
*~*~*~*~*~*A year and a half later*~*~*~*~*~*
Elizabeth was in her room in her nightdress. She was supposed to be sleeping; she needed rest for the wedding tomorrow. She and Will were getting married. This thought still brought a tiny smile to her face. She often wondered why a broad grin was forced onto her mouth at the memory of the island she was stranded on with Jack (A/N: Foreshadowing? Another story? Maybe I'll write it soon, maybe. maybe.).
She forced thoughts of Will back into her mind. It still puzzled her that her mouth wilted back into an even smaller half-smile. She leaned against the bedpost and looked at the ring on her finger. Her smile broadened a little bit then. She walked to her closet for the millionth time to admire her wedding dress. She pulled it down and held it in front of herself as she peered into the mirror.
It was a beautiful white gown that fell to her ankles. She would've put it on if she could've done it by herself. As it was, she needed the help of a maid to get all the buttons and zippers and ribbons in the right place without wrinkling it.
She was standing in front of the mirror swishing the dress back and fourth; admiring it; when the maid walked into the room. Her arm had three dresses draped over it.
"My apologies, Miss, I thought you were sleeping."
"It's quite alright. I just. I couldn't sleep"
"Perfectly understandable." The maid hung up the dresses and smiled at Elizabeth still admiring the dress.
"He is handsome, isn't he?"
At that point Elizabeth was thinking about Jack. Jack plagued many of her thoughts, most of which she didn't even know she was thinking of him. Even now, the night before she would marry another man, while standing in front of a mirror, looking at the wedding dress she would be wearing while she became Mrs. Will Turner, she thought of Jack.
Or perhaps it was especially at times like these she thought of Jack.
"Yes, I guess he is," She replied, still watching Jack in the back of her mind. "A little rough around the edges but not without his own rugged, haphazard charm"
"It's just the blacksmith's hands, Miss. But the rest of him is hardly rugged."
Elizabeth looked at her in surprise. Blacksmith? Oh yes. Will. Why had she said that? What possessed her to think about Jack on the day before she was wed with Will? (A/N: Wow, W's wule, er, rule). For a moment she even imagined Jack standing next to her in a formal outfit with that rugged smile on his mouth and his hair still in slapdash braids. This included his hair on his beard. That image made her laugh.
"What's so funny, Miss?" asked the maid. "It's the honest truth"
"Oh nothing, just. I'm a bit nervous, and what I said wasn't what I meant at all"
"It's ok, dear, I understand. You don't have to explain anything to me"
Elizabeth was glad she didn't have to explain anything to the maid because she probably wouldn't have been able to. In fact she was sure she wouldn't because she couldn't even explain it to herself. She sighed and once again forced herself to see Will standing next to her and holding her hand.
They stood there a long silent moment and then the maid decided she had to get back to work.
"I have more to do yet, Miss. Is there anything else you need before I go?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. Could you help me draw the curtains?"
"I'd be more than happy to"
The heavy curtains took a strong man or two women to draw. They finally managed to pull the curtains totally aside to look down on the town below and the beautiful Caribbean waters that stretched as far as one could see.
The maid walked out of the room leaving Elizabeth to gaze longingly at the ocean. The moon was High above the water and right behind the reflection she saw a dot on the horizon. It looked black and for a moment Elizabeth's heart stopped because her mind instantly said The Black Pearl.
It was then she remembered seeing another ship a few weeks after Jack had left that looked black. She watched that ship until it came to port. By the time it was even halfway, she realized that it only looked black because of the distance but was actually white. But that was the other ship.
This one could be different. Or maybe Jack would end up never coming back. I mean, why would he? Why would he risk being hanged just to see her? He wouldn't. So it was safe for her to believe that the ship on the horizon wasn't the Back Pearl.
Elizabeth lay on her bed after putting the wedding gown back in her closet. She faced the window and could still see the ship she had thought was The Pearl. She wanted to watch it until it came into where she could know for certain what color the sails were. She wanted to, but she fell asleep within a minute of lying down.
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Well what do you all think? Don't just say it out loud (well you can if you want) but review!!! I Heart Reviews! And with every review you all get one free Paperclip! :: Hands out paperclips to all the reviewers:: thankies!!
Oh yea, And for the next chapter, I will be writing Jack dialogue, so don't kill me for things I write wrong, savvy? (Right.) Just politely tell me in a review (heheh HOGS REVIEWS!!!)
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING!!! Not a damn thing. Still includes money since I'm not making any profit off this, so don't sue me. I'm serious: I have nothing!!! This isn't even my computer! So yea. Ok. Read. Now.
*~*~*~*~*~*A year and a half later*~*~*~*~*~*
Elizabeth was in her room in her nightdress. She was supposed to be sleeping; she needed rest for the wedding tomorrow. She and Will were getting married. This thought still brought a tiny smile to her face. She often wondered why a broad grin was forced onto her mouth at the memory of the island she was stranded on with Jack (A/N: Foreshadowing? Another story? Maybe I'll write it soon, maybe. maybe.).
She forced thoughts of Will back into her mind. It still puzzled her that her mouth wilted back into an even smaller half-smile. She leaned against the bedpost and looked at the ring on her finger. Her smile broadened a little bit then. She walked to her closet for the millionth time to admire her wedding dress. She pulled it down and held it in front of herself as she peered into the mirror.
It was a beautiful white gown that fell to her ankles. She would've put it on if she could've done it by herself. As it was, she needed the help of a maid to get all the buttons and zippers and ribbons in the right place without wrinkling it.
She was standing in front of the mirror swishing the dress back and fourth; admiring it; when the maid walked into the room. Her arm had three dresses draped over it.
"My apologies, Miss, I thought you were sleeping."
"It's quite alright. I just. I couldn't sleep"
"Perfectly understandable." The maid hung up the dresses and smiled at Elizabeth still admiring the dress.
"He is handsome, isn't he?"
At that point Elizabeth was thinking about Jack. Jack plagued many of her thoughts, most of which she didn't even know she was thinking of him. Even now, the night before she would marry another man, while standing in front of a mirror, looking at the wedding dress she would be wearing while she became Mrs. Will Turner, she thought of Jack.
Or perhaps it was especially at times like these she thought of Jack.
"Yes, I guess he is," She replied, still watching Jack in the back of her mind. "A little rough around the edges but not without his own rugged, haphazard charm"
"It's just the blacksmith's hands, Miss. But the rest of him is hardly rugged."
Elizabeth looked at her in surprise. Blacksmith? Oh yes. Will. Why had she said that? What possessed her to think about Jack on the day before she was wed with Will? (A/N: Wow, W's wule, er, rule). For a moment she even imagined Jack standing next to her in a formal outfit with that rugged smile on his mouth and his hair still in slapdash braids. This included his hair on his beard. That image made her laugh.
"What's so funny, Miss?" asked the maid. "It's the honest truth"
"Oh nothing, just. I'm a bit nervous, and what I said wasn't what I meant at all"
"It's ok, dear, I understand. You don't have to explain anything to me"
Elizabeth was glad she didn't have to explain anything to the maid because she probably wouldn't have been able to. In fact she was sure she wouldn't because she couldn't even explain it to herself. She sighed and once again forced herself to see Will standing next to her and holding her hand.
They stood there a long silent moment and then the maid decided she had to get back to work.
"I have more to do yet, Miss. Is there anything else you need before I go?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. Could you help me draw the curtains?"
"I'd be more than happy to"
The heavy curtains took a strong man or two women to draw. They finally managed to pull the curtains totally aside to look down on the town below and the beautiful Caribbean waters that stretched as far as one could see.
The maid walked out of the room leaving Elizabeth to gaze longingly at the ocean. The moon was High above the water and right behind the reflection she saw a dot on the horizon. It looked black and for a moment Elizabeth's heart stopped because her mind instantly said The Black Pearl.
It was then she remembered seeing another ship a few weeks after Jack had left that looked black. She watched that ship until it came to port. By the time it was even halfway, she realized that it only looked black because of the distance but was actually white. But that was the other ship.
This one could be different. Or maybe Jack would end up never coming back. I mean, why would he? Why would he risk being hanged just to see her? He wouldn't. So it was safe for her to believe that the ship on the horizon wasn't the Back Pearl.
Elizabeth lay on her bed after putting the wedding gown back in her closet. She faced the window and could still see the ship she had thought was The Pearl. She wanted to watch it until it came into where she could know for certain what color the sails were. She wanted to, but she fell asleep within a minute of lying down.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well what do you all think? Don't just say it out loud (well you can if you want) but review!!! I Heart Reviews! And with every review you all get one free Paperclip! :: Hands out paperclips to all the reviewers:: thankies!!
Oh yea, And for the next chapter, I will be writing Jack dialogue, so don't kill me for things I write wrong, savvy? (Right.) Just politely tell me in a review (heheh HOGS REVIEWS!!!)