2nd chapter! Goodie! Explains what happened after Barbrossa went into her
room. You will see if you read! So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the beauty that Elizabeth or the wonderful captain that is Barbrossa. But do own Elizabeth's look alike, Rachel. (grins)
Elizabeth woke with one memory bearing on her mind. A late night kiss laid upon her lips by someone she couldn't quite see in the dank darkness of her room. The memory of someone's cold hand to her face drew her to the Captain's room.
Just as she extended her arm to knock, the black-furred monkey scurried out of the room, between her feet, and onto the other side of the ship. Leaving the door a crack open. She poked her head inside.
Barbrossa was pacing his confined quarters, absentmindedly muttering to himself. He should tell her; he shouldn't tell her. The fact that he kissed her small, rosebud mouth drove him back into the state of insanity.
'Her lips were so soft,' his mind told him. 'Just like Rachel's, which I used to kiss so often without a second thought. The gentle curve of her cheekbone is exactly the same, isn't it?'
His brain toyed with him. Speaking of the perfect curve of Rachel's body. The length of her beauteous neck. The curl of her golden hair. Her light laugh that used to ring through the ocean. The softness of her face. 'And it's all the same with Elizabeth. I just don't need to mess it up,' he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The moon still hung high in the early hours, making his skeletal face appear. 'But how could anyone love this.' He sighed, slumping into his chair. "It's never fair," he mumbled. He looked up at the squeaking of the door.
There she was. The hardest girl in the world to ignore. The dress he had given her was still on her. Rachel's dress was still on her. Her brown eyes cut through him like sharp swords. "I need to talk to you."
Very short chapter, I know. I wrote really late last night; so give me a break. Anyway, please R&R if you wish. Thankies!
Disclaimer: I don't own the beauty that Elizabeth or the wonderful captain that is Barbrossa. But do own Elizabeth's look alike, Rachel. (grins)
Elizabeth woke with one memory bearing on her mind. A late night kiss laid upon her lips by someone she couldn't quite see in the dank darkness of her room. The memory of someone's cold hand to her face drew her to the Captain's room.
Just as she extended her arm to knock, the black-furred monkey scurried out of the room, between her feet, and onto the other side of the ship. Leaving the door a crack open. She poked her head inside.
Barbrossa was pacing his confined quarters, absentmindedly muttering to himself. He should tell her; he shouldn't tell her. The fact that he kissed her small, rosebud mouth drove him back into the state of insanity.
'Her lips were so soft,' his mind told him. 'Just like Rachel's, which I used to kiss so often without a second thought. The gentle curve of her cheekbone is exactly the same, isn't it?'
His brain toyed with him. Speaking of the perfect curve of Rachel's body. The length of her beauteous neck. The curl of her golden hair. Her light laugh that used to ring through the ocean. The softness of her face. 'And it's all the same with Elizabeth. I just don't need to mess it up,' he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The moon still hung high in the early hours, making his skeletal face appear. 'But how could anyone love this.' He sighed, slumping into his chair. "It's never fair," he mumbled. He looked up at the squeaking of the door.
There she was. The hardest girl in the world to ignore. The dress he had given her was still on her. Rachel's dress was still on her. Her brown eyes cut through him like sharp swords. "I need to talk to you."
Very short chapter, I know. I wrote really late last night; so give me a break. Anyway, please R&R if you wish. Thankies!