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A/N Thanks kingleby for reviewing every chapter!!
Chapter Ten
Meanwhile Elizabeth was sitting in her cabin, staring out of the porthole, wondering miserably if she had made the right chose. Judging by the sun, she would have been married exactly four hours. Her thoughts skipped to her father, as he looked as she left him standing on the docks. A look of abandonment on his hurt face. Then disappointing Will, just to save a brother she had never met before. Maybe, as Jack often said, she was doing something 'incredibly stupid'.
She had only said a few words to her estranged mother, and when they were alone together, they often sat in an awkward forbidding silence. Elizabeth was angry, mainly at herself, she had what she had always wanted right in front of her, and she was not grasping the opportunity.
Everyone on the ship seemed vaguely depressed. Will, because he felt he was losing Elizabeth to her family. The crew, as the name Barbossa sent shivers down their spine. Rosie, as she had such difficulty trying to talk to her own daughter, and was worrying constantly about her missing son. In fact Jack was the only one who managed to smile every so often, the rest had forgotten how to.
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They had been a sea a grand total of five days, when they ran into the storm. Jack spent the morning, staring absently into the sky, and watching the white tips on the waves grow steadily whiter. The clouds began to gather over head, and the once blue sky had disappeared leaving only a grey blanket that even the sun could not penetrate.
The crew did not seem worried, in fact some were confident that they would not even feel the storm. Will, who was no sailor, had no idea what Jack was looking at, and spent half the morning trying to work it out. Elizabeth watched, as Will stared knowingly into the sky, staring as Jack did, but seeing nothing but the puffy clouds.
In the end he gave up, and disappeared to his cabin, no doubt to shine one of his newly made swords, or practise for a couple hours. He had been lacking on his 'three hours a day' practise ever since declaring his love for Elizabeth. She had such a bad influence on him.
Elizabeth caught the hidden look of worry on the Captain's face, as he stared up at the grey ceiling.
"We be in a rough one." He said, when she eventually caught his eyes.
"Is there nothing we can do?"
"Well, try as a might Liz, I can't control the elements."
"I didn't mean it like that, I meant, to try and soften it's blow when it attacks the ship." Jack didn't reply. "Is it definitely coming? The crew do not seem to perturbed by it."
"The crew can't tell their arse from their elbow." Jack Sparrow replied, tastefully.
Elizabeth hid her laugh. "Is it going to be bad?"
Jack nodded. "You can tell by the clouds, see? They very low down, that means a bad 'un coming. and the white spray o' the waves, all point to the storm."
"I shall go and tell Will."
"Liz, stay in your cabin, I don't wanna be divin' in to the sea to save you."
Elizabeth stopped on her way towards Will's cabin. "Really? You'd jump in to save me?"
"No," Jack grinned. "What I meant was, Rosie would push me in!"
The sails had been pulled in to prevent them ripped and torn by the raging winds. The crew were watching their captain dubiously, they doubted a storm would come to such a gentle ocean. But when the first cloud opened, and the rain began to fall on the deck, no man was in doubt. The storm Jack Sparrow had promised, had arrived.
The lightning streaked across the grey/black sky, lighting up the ocean. The rumbling thunder followed shortly after, as Jack carefully counted the seconds in between the two.
"It's getting closer." He yelled to Gibbs.
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The rain pored down, thrashing the decks. It was so heavy that the men could not see an inch in front of their grubby faces, their yellow eyes blinded by the driving rainstorm. The lightning flashed, wildly over head, the thunder growling only seconds later. The waves tossed the ship from side to side, playing with it, as the crew scurried about on deck.
Elizabeth was watching fearfully, from her cabin. She jumped at the noise of the thunder, and reached out her hand, for Will. But her fingers closed around nothingness, Will was of course helping the crew up on deck.
Jack was steering the ship, trying and usually succeeding to miss the biggest waves, as his little ship was thrown about. He even had his compass in his hand, to ensure they kept in the right direction. After all if you were going to find Barbossa, there would be only one place to go, and that would be the dreaded Isle de Maurta.
The storm got heavier, the rain was a thick blanket of water, never ceasing to fall down from the heavens. The lightning seemed nearer, brighter and longer, and the thunder was the Earth splitting apart through it's very foundations.
Already over five of the crew had been seen washed overboard, and another two were missing. Will was clinging on for dear life, thankful that at least Elizabeth was safe in the cabin.
It seemed they were sailing into the height of the storm, being smashed to bits by the huge triangular waves. Then the lightning flashed, once more, this time breaking the main sail clean in half. The sail fell, thundering to the deck, crashing through the deck, creating a large hole. The water was already leaking in, at an alarming rate, and the rain showed no signs of relenting.
Will could no longer take it any more. He left his post, and drenched staggered to the cabin of his fiancée. She jumped up when he opened the door, and threw her arms around his sopping body, soaking her dress in an instant. Her hugged her back, stroking her hair, gentling curling it in his fingers. He shivered with the cold, as the two of them fell to the ground, as the ship was once more tossed starboard. The rain water dripped from his hair, and on the once dry floor, a puddle appeared. Elizabeth got up, but was once more thrown to the floor. Will grabbed her close to him.
"Will." She began. But he placed a wet finger over her quivering mouth. Then pulling her closer to him, he kissed her, passionately. The ship rocked, and they were thrown about. But it didn't bother them, that night, the night of the storm, they were together.
The crew were ready to give up, surrender themselves to the storm, Jack Sparrow, smiled.
He was counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder.
"It's passing over us." He yelled.
The waves were no longer tossing the ship around as much as they had been. The rain continued to pour over the men, stinging them like arrows, but the thunder no longer seemed so loud and the lightening appeared further away.
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The storm had stolen many things from the crew of the Black Pearl. Over twelve men had lost their lives. The ship was 'listing near the scrubbers' and in desperate need of repair. It was also missing it's main sail, and there was a gaping hole in the deck, as well as several in the cabins below. All the supplies had been washed over board, so at the nearest port they would need to stop, repair the ship and get some food. But probably the most memorable thing lost, was Elizabeth's innocence. She was no longer a girl, she was a woman.
Jack watched her shrewdly as he stalked the deck, inspecting the damage. He saw, with a grin, her glowing cheeks, and inner contentment. He smiled at her and winked. Elizabeth watched, losing her composure, how could Jack possibly know?
A/N Thanks kingleby for reviewing every chapter!!
Chapter Ten
Meanwhile Elizabeth was sitting in her cabin, staring out of the porthole, wondering miserably if she had made the right chose. Judging by the sun, she would have been married exactly four hours. Her thoughts skipped to her father, as he looked as she left him standing on the docks. A look of abandonment on his hurt face. Then disappointing Will, just to save a brother she had never met before. Maybe, as Jack often said, she was doing something 'incredibly stupid'.
She had only said a few words to her estranged mother, and when they were alone together, they often sat in an awkward forbidding silence. Elizabeth was angry, mainly at herself, she had what she had always wanted right in front of her, and she was not grasping the opportunity.
Everyone on the ship seemed vaguely depressed. Will, because he felt he was losing Elizabeth to her family. The crew, as the name Barbossa sent shivers down their spine. Rosie, as she had such difficulty trying to talk to her own daughter, and was worrying constantly about her missing son. In fact Jack was the only one who managed to smile every so often, the rest had forgotten how to.
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They had been a sea a grand total of five days, when they ran into the storm. Jack spent the morning, staring absently into the sky, and watching the white tips on the waves grow steadily whiter. The clouds began to gather over head, and the once blue sky had disappeared leaving only a grey blanket that even the sun could not penetrate.
The crew did not seem worried, in fact some were confident that they would not even feel the storm. Will, who was no sailor, had no idea what Jack was looking at, and spent half the morning trying to work it out. Elizabeth watched, as Will stared knowingly into the sky, staring as Jack did, but seeing nothing but the puffy clouds.
In the end he gave up, and disappeared to his cabin, no doubt to shine one of his newly made swords, or practise for a couple hours. He had been lacking on his 'three hours a day' practise ever since declaring his love for Elizabeth. She had such a bad influence on him.
Elizabeth caught the hidden look of worry on the Captain's face, as he stared up at the grey ceiling.
"We be in a rough one." He said, when she eventually caught his eyes.
"Is there nothing we can do?"
"Well, try as a might Liz, I can't control the elements."
"I didn't mean it like that, I meant, to try and soften it's blow when it attacks the ship." Jack didn't reply. "Is it definitely coming? The crew do not seem to perturbed by it."
"The crew can't tell their arse from their elbow." Jack Sparrow replied, tastefully.
Elizabeth hid her laugh. "Is it going to be bad?"
Jack nodded. "You can tell by the clouds, see? They very low down, that means a bad 'un coming. and the white spray o' the waves, all point to the storm."
"I shall go and tell Will."
"Liz, stay in your cabin, I don't wanna be divin' in to the sea to save you."
Elizabeth stopped on her way towards Will's cabin. "Really? You'd jump in to save me?"
"No," Jack grinned. "What I meant was, Rosie would push me in!"
The sails had been pulled in to prevent them ripped and torn by the raging winds. The crew were watching their captain dubiously, they doubted a storm would come to such a gentle ocean. But when the first cloud opened, and the rain began to fall on the deck, no man was in doubt. The storm Jack Sparrow had promised, had arrived.
The lightning streaked across the grey/black sky, lighting up the ocean. The rumbling thunder followed shortly after, as Jack carefully counted the seconds in between the two.
"It's getting closer." He yelled to Gibbs.
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The rain pored down, thrashing the decks. It was so heavy that the men could not see an inch in front of their grubby faces, their yellow eyes blinded by the driving rainstorm. The lightning flashed, wildly over head, the thunder growling only seconds later. The waves tossed the ship from side to side, playing with it, as the crew scurried about on deck.
Elizabeth was watching fearfully, from her cabin. She jumped at the noise of the thunder, and reached out her hand, for Will. But her fingers closed around nothingness, Will was of course helping the crew up on deck.
Jack was steering the ship, trying and usually succeeding to miss the biggest waves, as his little ship was thrown about. He even had his compass in his hand, to ensure they kept in the right direction. After all if you were going to find Barbossa, there would be only one place to go, and that would be the dreaded Isle de Maurta.
The storm got heavier, the rain was a thick blanket of water, never ceasing to fall down from the heavens. The lightning seemed nearer, brighter and longer, and the thunder was the Earth splitting apart through it's very foundations.
Already over five of the crew had been seen washed overboard, and another two were missing. Will was clinging on for dear life, thankful that at least Elizabeth was safe in the cabin.
It seemed they were sailing into the height of the storm, being smashed to bits by the huge triangular waves. Then the lightning flashed, once more, this time breaking the main sail clean in half. The sail fell, thundering to the deck, crashing through the deck, creating a large hole. The water was already leaking in, at an alarming rate, and the rain showed no signs of relenting.
Will could no longer take it any more. He left his post, and drenched staggered to the cabin of his fiancée. She jumped up when he opened the door, and threw her arms around his sopping body, soaking her dress in an instant. Her hugged her back, stroking her hair, gentling curling it in his fingers. He shivered with the cold, as the two of them fell to the ground, as the ship was once more tossed starboard. The rain water dripped from his hair, and on the once dry floor, a puddle appeared. Elizabeth got up, but was once more thrown to the floor. Will grabbed her close to him.
"Will." She began. But he placed a wet finger over her quivering mouth. Then pulling her closer to him, he kissed her, passionately. The ship rocked, and they were thrown about. But it didn't bother them, that night, the night of the storm, they were together.
The crew were ready to give up, surrender themselves to the storm, Jack Sparrow, smiled.
He was counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder.
"It's passing over us." He yelled.
The waves were no longer tossing the ship around as much as they had been. The rain continued to pour over the men, stinging them like arrows, but the thunder no longer seemed so loud and the lightening appeared further away.
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The storm had stolen many things from the crew of the Black Pearl. Over twelve men had lost their lives. The ship was 'listing near the scrubbers' and in desperate need of repair. It was also missing it's main sail, and there was a gaping hole in the deck, as well as several in the cabins below. All the supplies had been washed over board, so at the nearest port they would need to stop, repair the ship and get some food. But probably the most memorable thing lost, was Elizabeth's innocence. She was no longer a girl, she was a woman.
Jack watched her shrewdly as he stalked the deck, inspecting the damage. He saw, with a grin, her glowing cheeks, and inner contentment. He smiled at her and winked. Elizabeth watched, losing her composure, how could Jack possibly know?