Author: phantombabe
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language and violence)
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Chapter Two: Bloody Pirate!
Once they entered the room, Lieutenant Norrington walked over to the bed in which Elizabeth had already turned down, and was waiting beside it for her patient.
He gently placed the man's battered body onto the soft feather bed.
"I have to say, I do not approve of leaving him alone with you. He has already proven to be unpredictable." Said Norrington, with only concern in his eyes.
"I appreciate the concern Lieutenant, but I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. Thank You." Said Elizabeth, turning her full attention to the injured man.
"Even so. Take this just incase." He said handing her his pistol.
"Thank you. But-" "Please. Just humor me." He said walking out of the room. "There will be a guard at your door. If you need anything.." "Thank you Lieutenant Norrington." Elizabeth said watching him leave.
She placed the pistol in a pocket at the side of her dress, not giving it another thought. She walked over to her dresser and picked up a small pile of cloths and a china bowl full of water, and carried them over to the man. She rolled up her sleeves, and then proceeded to cut his shirt open (or what was left of it). She couldn't help but notice how in-shape the man was. And dare she say… attractive?
When she finally managed to remove the shirt, something caught her eye. When she looked closer, she saw that it was a tattoo. There was a skull and crossbones dripping blood, and a snake coming out of one of the eye holes. Below the image there were the letters "WT". She dropped her scissors.
No it couldn't be!
"You're a pirate!" She gasped. Suddenly the man's eyes shot open. He jumped up and grabbed Elizabeth around her neck. She tried to yell for the guard, but his hand was too tight around her throat. Then suddenly she remembered the gun.
I owe you Norrington.
She pulled the gun out and jabbed it into his midsection. The man winced in pain, and his hand loosened enough for her to speak.
"Release me or I swear I'll shoot." She said in a raspy voice.
Suddenly his eyes glazed over and he slid to the floor. Coughing, Elizabeth caught him before he hit the floor.
She managed to carry him over to the bed. And with a little help from him, she managed to get him back on it.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help. Unlike the rest of the crew if they were to find out what you really are." She paused. "What's your name?" "Will Turner." Said the man with a raspy, quiet voice. Elizabeth guessed it was from coughing so violently earlier.
"I'm Elizabeth Swann. It's a pleasure to meet you." Will cracked a small smile.
"You would not think that, if you really knew me." Will said looking away.
"Unlike other people, I don't judge people by their past, but by the time they spend with me." She said grabbing a cloth to clean his wounds that covered his entire chest and midsection. She would check his back later.
"You are unlike anyone I have ever met Ms. Swann." Said Will putting on his best flirting face he could muster, given his current condition.
"I'm not sure that that is such a good thing." Said Elizabeth as she came across what seemed to be the worst wound of all.
"Oh it's definitely a good thing." He said.
"Uh oh. Tell me if this hurts." Said Elizabeth, as she barely touched the wound that was just below his collar bone on his left side.
"Will gasped sharply, straining to keep a scream suppressed.
God, did it hurt.
"It's what I feared. The bullet didn't go all the way through." She said. Then suddenly she thought about what she had just said. "How were you shot?" She asked looking up from his wound.
"That's a long story, and I fear that I won't be conscious long enough to tell it." He said through clenched teeth.
"Fair enough. But when your feeling better, I expect to hear the whole story." Elizabeth said with authority.
"Yes ma'am." He said smiling.
"This is going to hurt like hell." Said Elizabeth with a sorrowful look on her face.
"Believe me I know. Just do it." He said preparing himself.
Elizabeth carefully dug the tweezers into the wound and attempted to retrieve the bullet.
Will gasped, his muscles tensing as he tried to repel the onslaught of pain he knew was still to come. He would not scream. He'd screamed enough already.
"Almost got it.." Said Elizabeth, completely concentrating on the bullet.
"Take your time." Will gasped out sarcastically. He was starting to see black spots, and he wasn't going to mention that now there were three Elizabeth's. He clenched his jaw shut, refusing to scream. His hands were fisted so tightly that his knuckles were white. Will could feel his grip on consiousness slipping again, but this time he welcomed the cold embrace of ignorance. "Will, I got it… Will?
No answer.
She looked at his face and saw that his eyes were closed. She didn't need to check for a pulse because she could see his chest, clearly, rising and falling.
She was glad he was unconscious for at least part of the procedure. She had seen men go insane, before, from simply the pain alone.
After she discarded the soiled cloths, she sat down on the side of the bed. She gazed at his soft, serene face, wondering just what had happened to him before he had come aboard this ship. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear, oblivious to the turmoil replaying itself in Will's mind.
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