That night, Dom and Elsa were sitting in a crowded pub. Fighting drunks and a multitude of wenches surrounded them. Dom was drinking-much to the displeasure of Elsa, who passed on the occasion, and highly disagreed with their current location.
"This is the only aspect of piracy I will never come to grips with," she contemplated.
"Sir!" Dom called to the bar keep. "Another pint!"
"Oh, I don't think so! You've had two already, even after I've-"
She was too late. Dom gulped down his third-and last, if she could help it-mug of rum that night. She looked at him in astonishment, then put a hand over his mouth before he could order a fourth.
"That's it!"
A passing wench eyed Dom from behind the bar, a mug in her hand. She was about to hand it to him, thinking "easy business", when Elsa stood up and dragged Dom out of his seat.
"Oh, I hate wenches," she thought bitterly to herself. "He's taken!" she yelled over the noise, and kissed Dom right in front of the other woman. The sudden action took Dom wholly by surprise, while the wench just looked a little angry.
"So that's what rum tastes like," Elsa smiled, as she pushed her way out of the raucous pub.
She walked out into the middle of the street, Dom stumbling out after her.
"You are never drinking again, you horrible pirate!" she sighed, straightening him up.
"Oh, Elsa," he slurred, brushing off his coat. "I had a pint-nothing serious."
"Try three pints," Elsa snapped, beginning to walk away.
"Wait!" he said, taking hold of her arm. "You can't just leave a helpless pirate out in the street in the middle of the night." He wrapped his arms around her and winked suggestively.
"No, I suppose I can't. But I can get you a room at an inn, far away from any alcoholic beverage."
Dom looked at her slyly. "That I wouldn't mind," he said, his voice suddenly low, almost dangerous.
"What-?" Elsa started to ask, but Dom kissed her, and began leading her to the nearest inn.
"Oh...That," she thought.
"Room, sir!"
"Number 4. Upstairs-!"
"Thank you!" Dom yelled hastily, tossing a few shillings to the owner of the inn.
"Dom!" Elsa laughed as he discarded his coat quickly. "What do you think you're doing?" She placed his arms to his sides and whispered, "Slow down."
Her lips found his and they soon found themselves in a tight embrace.
"We probably shouldn't do this," Elsa faltered after some time, pulling away from him.
"Do you love me?" Dom asked, his voice still husky; his bright eyes penetrating her.
"Yes," she whispered, looking away.
He placed a finger under her chin and tilted it up so she was looking at him again. He moved closer to her. Their bodies were touching; their faces not an inch apart.
"Then how could it be wrong?"
Elsa felt weak; her heart pounded in her chest. How could one person make her feel this way?
He kissed her ever so lightly on the cheek and moved down to her neck. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, taking a sharp breath.
His hands moved to the buttons of her blouse and, one by one, unfastened them. Deftly sliding the shirt off her shoulders, he then moved her hands to his own shirt. He smiled devilishly and guided her fingers, unfastening each button slowly. He tossed his shirt to the floor on top of hers.
His eyes met hers. They each burned with passion that spread to every part of their bodies like fire. Unable to control himself, Dom pinned her to the wall, roughly kissing her.
She moaned into him. Every inch of her body ached with desire. She wanted him desperately. But she couldn't bring herself to move. She was frozen, there against the wall.
Slowly, she ran her hands down his bare back. They traveled lower, lower, coming back to the front and tugging at his trousers.
He gave a sudden low growl as he hardened at the feel of her hands.
"Oh, Captain Andrews," she whispered.
"Captain Sparrow," he said softly, leaning into her.
"Off."
They did away with the rest of their clothing and, without separating themselves from each other, found the bed with some difficulty...