A/N : I am really sorry for the delay. I just couldn't write to save my
life and the end of term's coming up so we had thousand of tests. Anyway I
really hope you all like this. If there is mistakes or something, I'm
sorry, I can't remember everything that happened before in detail
(brilliant writer, eh... Can't even remember her own stories!). Hope you
enjoy it! Please review!!
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Chapter 11 : Enter Elisabeth
The morning came, as bright in sun as in blue sky and the world seemed to be generally smiling and laughing. As soon as the first rays hit Fen's eyelids, she snapped awake, stretching. She pulled herself up to a sitting position and looked around, aching all over. She squinted. Where on earth - Oh yeah, the Black Pearl, pirates and all that. She was really suffering from memory loss these days. She grinned, hugging her knees; always good to start the day from such a positive point of view.
Her gaze fell on the mop and the pile of rose petals. She grinned wider. Gee, Jack had been surprised - out of his mind. They'd looked rather pretty though, she thought mischeviously, the Black Pearl had looked like some haunted ship, but haunted by a set of mad Cupidos. He'd made her pay, in a boring way, no fun or jokes, just a night's worth of cleaning whilst the crew was off in Port Royal, trying to have good fun without getting caught. Pff, good luck, they hardly looked like the normal people that lived in the Port. Jack'd probably tell them all to sail out of there in a hurry, soon. That reminded her, why were they in Port Royal? The dear old Captain had been so intent on getting to Tortuga and then he'd changed his mind, all of a sudden, out of the blue.
She rose to her feet, bounced up and down a couple of time on the balls of her feet and looked around. No-one. Not that there would be anyone this side of Port Royal so early in the morning. They were stuck, to be exact, in the middle of nowhere - which suited Fen just fine, on a sea that rolled up and down in an uncomfortable way, and made, unfortunately, Fen's stomach also roll up and down in an uncomfortable way. Obviously it was going to be a while before she got used to be being actually on a boat, in the sea. True, the ship was anchored at the moment, but she still felt queasy.
The miles of open land surrounding the centre of Port Royal caught her eye. She turned her head in the other direction, there was no way she could leave the Pearl all alone, it was such a beautiful ship.... She ran her hand over the wood near her hand. It truly was a fantastic ship, just like Pintel had always described them, just as she herself had alwys imagined them - shining with a sort of ocean glory. She smiled contentedly. This freedom was good. It made a change from the confining island she was used to. Then a thought popped up in her head. Jack. This was Jack's ship not hers. And Jack was a pirate she wouldn't mind seeing hang. He was her captain, true, but he was indebted to HER, not the other way around. She could have run him through any time during his 'stay' on her island. It was only right he'd let her onto his ship, only right. But it was still his ship. Which meant she would technically never be even allowed to go beneath deck unless he let her - which wouldn't happen this side of a blue moon. But it also meant that she wasn't, technically, responsible for the blasted thing if it went missing... Technically... But Jack wouldn't be happy if it did, would he? Hmmmm, then again... Maybe it was in fact the Pearl that was tying him to the ocean, and instead of it being his means of freedom, it was, in fact, the ropes that kept his mind enchained... Yes, that was it, that would explain why he had been so, well, yes, weird when he had been on the island with her. He had been suffering from his dependancy. And like all people that are addicted and then deprived, he had been wasting away from lack of, in his case, Pearls.
She grinned. That was perfect, that meant she could go off and explore the island - firm land, thank heavens - without even worrying about his ship being stolen. Because if it was - god forbid it - she would be, in fact, helping him, rather than the opposite. Perfect.
She skipped down the gangway, beaming. Some time on firm land was just what she needed. Some time on EMPTY firm land... No boxes, houses, whatever... No Jack, no Gibbs, no blasted Anamaria. Just the open spaces. She reached ground with a last bound but then stopped, seeing Jack in her mind again, his head proudly set high up as the wind caught his ragtails and sent them flying behind him, a sorcerers cape.
NO, not him again... She started the breathing trick, in, out, in - There was no POINT in it. It didn't work for crying out loud. She pouted and stamped her foot. No, it was no use sulking either, he simply wouldn't go away and leave her in peace to have a simple blooming walk.
She scowled and turned back to the Pearl. It'd be for another time... Then, all of a sudden, a smile itched onto her face. If she couldn't go anywhere without thinking about her dear - she snorted - captain then she'd just have ot make sure he couldn't go anywhere without thinking about her.
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Jack sauntered back to the Pearl, rum in one hand, the other trailing behind him. He crossed the main road, if there was one in the Port. A couple of funny looks followed him, but they didn't give him any reason to wake from the world he was temporarily in. A world that consisted of rum, rum and more rum. It was a funny world, a bit fuzzy, not very clear, but it wasn't half nice. He reached Blacksmith's. The door was swinging open and he heard muffled voices from inside.
"No, Mr Turner is not here at the moment, he is currently on a diplomatic mission in England..." "In England... A diplomatic mission?" "Yes, but your order shall be delivered as soon as he returns." "As soon as he returns..." "Yes, exactly." "Oh..."
The voices got louder and footsteps accompanied them. A middle-aged man appeared at the door, frowning. He gave Jack a dirty look and hurried quickly off seeing Jack fingering his pistol.
A sigh came from the doorway and Jack turned around to face a surprised Elisabeth. She looked like she was suffering from lack of sleep and a great deal too much stress. "Jack," she whispered, "Jack..." Her lower lip started trembling, "Oh, Jack!" She threw herself onto him, her arms wrapping round his neck as if for dear life. She sniffed and nuzzled her face into the nape of his neck. Wet sobs wracked her.
Jack widened his eyes. He looked hesitantly to the left, then to the right... No-one there. Maybe she'd got the wrong person? But his name was Jack...
"Erm, Elisabeth..." He whispered cautiously. "Elisabeth..." "Just hold me, Jack." He frowned starting to draw back. Then decided against it. After about five attempts he wrapped his arms around her back, making faces. Will was going to have his guts for garters if he found out.
"I don't know what to do, Jack, and he's gone. Will's gone. And he hasn't come back and no-one knows where he is and not even the navy can tell me anything and I'm sure he wouldn't leave me, but the florist saw him with Anamaria a couple of weeks ago and what if he doesn't love me and what if he's left me and you said you'd meet us a week ago and you weren't there and-" Anamaria? He thought. Will and Anamaria? I doubt it somehow!
"Shhhhh..." Jack patted her head hesitantly. "It'll be alright... I mean, it's Will we're talking about here, not Norrington or who knows who else... I mean we aren't talking about me, are we now?" Elisabeth frowned, but Jack couldn't see it. "The wench is crossed over in love with yer, course he 'asn't left yer."
She stopped crying and drew back, smiling half-heartedly. "I suppose you're right, it's just that-" "Yes, but there's no need to dwell on it," He cut her off, sensing the flood of tears that was about to come. "Now get your bags and we'll be off, like we said... The Pearl is awaiting..." She gave him a thankful look and went inside, Jack following closely behind.
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Thanks for all the reivews!
Kristhegreat : I'm glad you liked it! The tongue bit was good fun to write, though I felt a bit queasy afterwards...!
etheriums angel : Since when can you not stick your tongue in someone's mouth without knowing their sex?? Ever tried it?? Do you go up to people and stick your tongue in their mouths to see whether they are a boy or a girl? *bursts out laughing imagining the scene...* Anyway, Will went missing from I don't know when, he just went missing one day, out of the blue... Oh well, hope you liked this chapter!
Novalea : You'd cut my tongue out? *pulls a face* Well that is positively sick... I can't believe someone could say that to someone else... I'm positively shocked... *pretends to be sulking* But I'm glad you liked it!!! Sorry about taking so long to update...
DaydreamBeliever11 : How was the date then? Did he live up to your expectations? I've heard that he's a very disappointing person... *lowers her voice* Apparently... he's a bit... mad... crazy, like... Completely off his head, in fact...
Living4CaptainJackSparrow : I really liked your story! And you don't know how glad I am he doesn't die!! Oooff... But you say it's worse...? Hmmmmm, I've got to see this film!!
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Chapter 11 : Enter Elisabeth
The morning came, as bright in sun as in blue sky and the world seemed to be generally smiling and laughing. As soon as the first rays hit Fen's eyelids, she snapped awake, stretching. She pulled herself up to a sitting position and looked around, aching all over. She squinted. Where on earth - Oh yeah, the Black Pearl, pirates and all that. She was really suffering from memory loss these days. She grinned, hugging her knees; always good to start the day from such a positive point of view.
Her gaze fell on the mop and the pile of rose petals. She grinned wider. Gee, Jack had been surprised - out of his mind. They'd looked rather pretty though, she thought mischeviously, the Black Pearl had looked like some haunted ship, but haunted by a set of mad Cupidos. He'd made her pay, in a boring way, no fun or jokes, just a night's worth of cleaning whilst the crew was off in Port Royal, trying to have good fun without getting caught. Pff, good luck, they hardly looked like the normal people that lived in the Port. Jack'd probably tell them all to sail out of there in a hurry, soon. That reminded her, why were they in Port Royal? The dear old Captain had been so intent on getting to Tortuga and then he'd changed his mind, all of a sudden, out of the blue.
She rose to her feet, bounced up and down a couple of time on the balls of her feet and looked around. No-one. Not that there would be anyone this side of Port Royal so early in the morning. They were stuck, to be exact, in the middle of nowhere - which suited Fen just fine, on a sea that rolled up and down in an uncomfortable way, and made, unfortunately, Fen's stomach also roll up and down in an uncomfortable way. Obviously it was going to be a while before she got used to be being actually on a boat, in the sea. True, the ship was anchored at the moment, but she still felt queasy.
The miles of open land surrounding the centre of Port Royal caught her eye. She turned her head in the other direction, there was no way she could leave the Pearl all alone, it was such a beautiful ship.... She ran her hand over the wood near her hand. It truly was a fantastic ship, just like Pintel had always described them, just as she herself had alwys imagined them - shining with a sort of ocean glory. She smiled contentedly. This freedom was good. It made a change from the confining island she was used to. Then a thought popped up in her head. Jack. This was Jack's ship not hers. And Jack was a pirate she wouldn't mind seeing hang. He was her captain, true, but he was indebted to HER, not the other way around. She could have run him through any time during his 'stay' on her island. It was only right he'd let her onto his ship, only right. But it was still his ship. Which meant she would technically never be even allowed to go beneath deck unless he let her - which wouldn't happen this side of a blue moon. But it also meant that she wasn't, technically, responsible for the blasted thing if it went missing... Technically... But Jack wouldn't be happy if it did, would he? Hmmmm, then again... Maybe it was in fact the Pearl that was tying him to the ocean, and instead of it being his means of freedom, it was, in fact, the ropes that kept his mind enchained... Yes, that was it, that would explain why he had been so, well, yes, weird when he had been on the island with her. He had been suffering from his dependancy. And like all people that are addicted and then deprived, he had been wasting away from lack of, in his case, Pearls.
She grinned. That was perfect, that meant she could go off and explore the island - firm land, thank heavens - without even worrying about his ship being stolen. Because if it was - god forbid it - she would be, in fact, helping him, rather than the opposite. Perfect.
She skipped down the gangway, beaming. Some time on firm land was just what she needed. Some time on EMPTY firm land... No boxes, houses, whatever... No Jack, no Gibbs, no blasted Anamaria. Just the open spaces. She reached ground with a last bound but then stopped, seeing Jack in her mind again, his head proudly set high up as the wind caught his ragtails and sent them flying behind him, a sorcerers cape.
NO, not him again... She started the breathing trick, in, out, in - There was no POINT in it. It didn't work for crying out loud. She pouted and stamped her foot. No, it was no use sulking either, he simply wouldn't go away and leave her in peace to have a simple blooming walk.
She scowled and turned back to the Pearl. It'd be for another time... Then, all of a sudden, a smile itched onto her face. If she couldn't go anywhere without thinking about her dear - she snorted - captain then she'd just have ot make sure he couldn't go anywhere without thinking about her.
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Jack sauntered back to the Pearl, rum in one hand, the other trailing behind him. He crossed the main road, if there was one in the Port. A couple of funny looks followed him, but they didn't give him any reason to wake from the world he was temporarily in. A world that consisted of rum, rum and more rum. It was a funny world, a bit fuzzy, not very clear, but it wasn't half nice. He reached Blacksmith's. The door was swinging open and he heard muffled voices from inside.
"No, Mr Turner is not here at the moment, he is currently on a diplomatic mission in England..." "In England... A diplomatic mission?" "Yes, but your order shall be delivered as soon as he returns." "As soon as he returns..." "Yes, exactly." "Oh..."
The voices got louder and footsteps accompanied them. A middle-aged man appeared at the door, frowning. He gave Jack a dirty look and hurried quickly off seeing Jack fingering his pistol.
A sigh came from the doorway and Jack turned around to face a surprised Elisabeth. She looked like she was suffering from lack of sleep and a great deal too much stress. "Jack," she whispered, "Jack..." Her lower lip started trembling, "Oh, Jack!" She threw herself onto him, her arms wrapping round his neck as if for dear life. She sniffed and nuzzled her face into the nape of his neck. Wet sobs wracked her.
Jack widened his eyes. He looked hesitantly to the left, then to the right... No-one there. Maybe she'd got the wrong person? But his name was Jack...
"Erm, Elisabeth..." He whispered cautiously. "Elisabeth..." "Just hold me, Jack." He frowned starting to draw back. Then decided against it. After about five attempts he wrapped his arms around her back, making faces. Will was going to have his guts for garters if he found out.
"I don't know what to do, Jack, and he's gone. Will's gone. And he hasn't come back and no-one knows where he is and not even the navy can tell me anything and I'm sure he wouldn't leave me, but the florist saw him with Anamaria a couple of weeks ago and what if he doesn't love me and what if he's left me and you said you'd meet us a week ago and you weren't there and-" Anamaria? He thought. Will and Anamaria? I doubt it somehow!
"Shhhhh..." Jack patted her head hesitantly. "It'll be alright... I mean, it's Will we're talking about here, not Norrington or who knows who else... I mean we aren't talking about me, are we now?" Elisabeth frowned, but Jack couldn't see it. "The wench is crossed over in love with yer, course he 'asn't left yer."
She stopped crying and drew back, smiling half-heartedly. "I suppose you're right, it's just that-" "Yes, but there's no need to dwell on it," He cut her off, sensing the flood of tears that was about to come. "Now get your bags and we'll be off, like we said... The Pearl is awaiting..." She gave him a thankful look and went inside, Jack following closely behind.
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Thanks for all the reivews!
Kristhegreat : I'm glad you liked it! The tongue bit was good fun to write, though I felt a bit queasy afterwards...!
etheriums angel : Since when can you not stick your tongue in someone's mouth without knowing their sex?? Ever tried it?? Do you go up to people and stick your tongue in their mouths to see whether they are a boy or a girl? *bursts out laughing imagining the scene...* Anyway, Will went missing from I don't know when, he just went missing one day, out of the blue... Oh well, hope you liked this chapter!
Novalea : You'd cut my tongue out? *pulls a face* Well that is positively sick... I can't believe someone could say that to someone else... I'm positively shocked... *pretends to be sulking* But I'm glad you liked it!!! Sorry about taking so long to update...
DaydreamBeliever11 : How was the date then? Did he live up to your expectations? I've heard that he's a very disappointing person... *lowers her voice* Apparently... he's a bit... mad... crazy, like... Completely off his head, in fact...
Living4CaptainJackSparrow : I really liked your story! And you don't know how glad I am he doesn't die!! Oooff... But you say it's worse...? Hmmmmm, I've got to see this film!!