Title: Sea Longing part 2/?
Author: GundamNymph
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Archive?: Yes you can, but please let me know.
Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: pouts No. I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean. Don't remind me!
Rating: PG, For now any ways.
Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Will
Summary: Will tries to clear his mind one evening long after Jack leaves, and comes to a startling realization. A wise donkey helps him come to his senses(I couldn't help it!).
!!!!WARNING!!!! Implied slash ahead! My first! Be easy on me! Then there's the fact I've only seen this movie TWICE. You see ANY flaws, please let me know. Same for any possible OOC. Also, I know NOTHING about ships! I'm guessing here! Fluff alert.
AnnaMaria stared at her daydreaming Captain, with something between irritation and wonder.
Jack Sparrow stood at the helm, stroking the wood lovingly on the wheel, and using that damned compass of his. A compass that was suppose to point North, but never did.
Dark eyes stared lazily off into the horizon, and his form swayed with the ship and the wind. He seemed to be in a world of his own, as always, murmuring his beloved pirate song beneath his breath. But everyone knew better. Nothing got by Jack Sparrow, and you were a fool if you thought so.
The second a crew member became lax, or started fooling around, he gave out crisp orders to double their work load.
AnnaMaria tucked her long black hair back again as it became loose. From where she sat by the mast, mending spare sails, she could study her Captain. As always, she puzzled at the great Captain Sparrow's mind.
And as always, she could never figure him out, as he stared off with misty eyes. As if he was daydreaming about a lover.
She snorted.
Jack Sparrow? In love? Right. Maybe with the Black Pearl. Or treasure. But never a human. The day he fell in love with a human, was the day she'd give up piracy. Her only freedom.
Jack stared off into the horizon, so that everything became a blur. He could still see everyone, and take note of what they were doing, but those things were secondary. The cool air tugging at his hair, rubbing salty dew into his skin, and the gentle rocking were all on his main agenda.
As always, he let his body become one with air and ship surrounding him. A small senile smile tugged at his lips as he let the beauty, depth and mystery of the sea overcome him. He knew of the crew's mutterings, joking, and crude teasing, but could care less.
He could feel AnnaMaria's eyes on him, but ignored her, humming "Yo, Ho".
He heard a fluttering, and seconds later, Cotton's macaw landed on his shoulder. The blue and yellow parrot croaked a greeting. When Jack ignored him, the bird flew off to it's owner, irritated at the lack of attention.
The flapping wings brought a memory to Jack's wandering mind.
A rope burned around his neck, as his feet struggled for hold on a quivering sword. A swirl of a maroon cape near his face. A loud struggle beside him, a clang of metal. Jeers and cheers resounded in the background.
He fell. Catching himself in time, he slid his bound hands over a sword inches from his face. He turns, and meets large pools of brown, surrounded by dark lashes, a grin below.
He makes his way up the stairs, in time with his partner, knocking down soldiers and tripping them, freeing themselves slowly. Only to be caught again.
A feather in his face.
Words are spoken.
An arrogant voice.
"You need to learn your place, Turner."
A soft voice replies with conviction. No hesitation.
"My place is here. Between you and Jack."
His heart swells and stomach clenches.
A bonnie little lass joins the fun.
Gazes filled with impassioned love meet, protecting the rogue pirate, even to possible death.
The guns lower at an old man's pleas for his daughter.
An arrogant heart breaks.
He learned THAT lesson long ago, before letting himself fall prey.
Taunting, teasing. A silent goodbye as he fell. Pools of brown follow him.
Water breaks his fall, cooling his body from the midday heat.
His humming is interrupted, by words said in weeks, months passed. He stares off into the fading light, head and shoulders swaying as he watches, a wistful and grim smile showing a hint of gold teeth. Dark eyes become blank.
"My place is here. Between you and Jack."
"My conscience is clear."
"He is a good man."
"I will accept the consequences for my actions."
Jack turned the wheel, following the point of his compass. Still, blank eyes and a distant expression. A sway to his body. Then, a frown tugs ever so slightly at his brow. The grim smile fades.
"I should have told you everyday since the day I met you. I love you."
"I would die for her."
"My place is here. Between you and Jack."
"I will NOT be your leverage."
"You were planning this all along. Ever since you learned my name!"
"My father was NOT a pirate!"
"You can't die, but I can."
"Let Elizabeth go free."
"And the crew are to be unharmed."
"You can't die, but I can."
"My place is here, between you and Jack."
Dark eyes focus in the darkening sky, as he forces his mind to blank, and wander around the deck restlessly. The crew are going down for dinner.
He looked around, hands weaving patterns in the air before him, wandering as he did. Picking up a bottle of rum, he uncorks it, and takes a long pull. Setting the bottle before him, he checks his compass, and starts humming again.
"A pirate's life for me."
Jack IC? A VERY hard thing to do. Did I do it well?
It was brought to my attention a while after I wrote this that Jack could never have heard a few of these quotes. Like I said before, I hope to fix that in the near future.
GN