Chapter 7
The Ship with White Sails.
**A/N: Finally Ch7! This has TONS of romance (slightly corny to some, but taken from tales of real life romance, maybe a little PG-8? I doubt it though) and a fair amount of action. (This is my first Adventure fic, so I'm trying to make it rocking...) P.S Please tell me I got a little confusing with the thoughts, italized will always be what their thinking, need any help e-mail me (and to tell me what you think of the story having new direction.)...**
The unknown ship started to drift off in the course of the stormy night. Jack Sparrow stood at the bow of his own ship and turned to face his crew.
"Fasten that ship to the Pearl." He had a glint of danger in his eyes. "We go aboard at daybreak." he took his dagger out of it's sheath and plunged it towards his abandoned treasure. He walked over to Ana Maria. "You see that? That There's going to make me a Commador." He grinned, like a golden-tooth chesire cat. "Savvy?Commador Jack Sparrow, nice ring 'eh, luv?" He placed his arm around her. She smiled, though inside she was currently at war with herself over whether or not to like Jack touching her. She decided that she did, love it in fact, but surpressed that idea far from her mind.
Below deck, Gibbs was searching for Will and Elizabeth. He checked Will's quarters, only to find it empty, the bed unturned, not a candle lit. A knowing smirk appeared on his face. He headed for Elizabeth's room.
He found the door slightly open, he rapped a knuckle against it. "'ello? Everyone descent?" He got no reply. Pushing the door open slowly he saw them.
Elizabeth and Will were on the window-seat overlooking the ocean. He was sitting, back leaning against the wall, with her head on his chest. She was curled up to him, one arm wrapped around his stomach. They looked so peaceful, sleeping silently next to each other. Being a pirate with no sense of romance, Gibbs didn't give a second thought to disturbing them.
"Wake up, Come on, Jack's found something interesting." He knocked against the door.
Will's head snapped up, his eyes searching for the person who woke him. He looked at Gibbs. "What happened?"
"Just come up on deck when you two get ready." He pointed to Elizabeth still sound asleep against him, then left.
Will realized that he had not been sleeping alone. He peered down into her face. A wave of warmth came over him.
He thought to himself, Oh how much I love her. He hugged his arms around her tightly. She is the glory from which I can survive every day on. Good or bad, she is there to remind me who I am.
He touched her cheek softly. "Elizabeth? Wake up, my love." Even though the thoughts in his head spoke volumes, he only uttered a few words.
She stirred, squeezing him around the middle. "hm?" She opened her eyes and looked into Will's smiling face.
"Wake up" He said as he cupped her face with both hands.
"William? Is it morning yet?" She didn't move from her postion on his chest.
"Not exactly" He replied, his voice silent, like a whisper. "We do have to get up though."
"Alright" She sat up slowly, turning to face him. "How did we wind up sleeping on the window?"
"I'm not quite sure. We were talking about our future by candle light. I sat down and you placed your head on my chest, and like that we fell asleep" He looked at her adoringly.
"Ah, yes, well why don't you and I enjoy an early breakfest?" She craned to see the sky from the window. "It must be nearly sunrise." She seemed content with him holding her so close. Finally, she thought, the polite boundaries are gone and we don't have to stay six feet apart.
She was glad they had not stayed in Port Royal, where her father had them under ridiculous courtship rules. Will, being so refined was only polite to oblige. Elizabeth knew that if she were courting Commador Norrington, there would have been no rules; Her father favored him so. Everytime Will would come to see her, The Governer would oversee their visit. She smiled to herself remembering when her handmaadien, Elsa helped her sneak out of the Governor's mansion to run away with Will. Of course the entire situation we her idea, since Will would never suggest such a thing aloud. Will's calm voice interupted her thoughts.
"I wish, my Star" He said using his affectionate name for her. He said, around the time after their first kiss, that she was the brghtest star in the heavens. "But, Breakfest will have to wait. I'm afraid, Jack discovered some wreackage or other that we have to explore." He seemed to be annoyed at the fact of leaving the ship.
"Alright, then we'll have a nice noonday meal." She leaned in to kiss him.
When they parted, their eyes locked for a moment.
"I love you" he whispered in her ear.
She kissed him on the cheek. "I love you"
He had something to say, she knew, but wondered why he kept silent. "What is it, Will?"
"I was just thinking" He thought that would suffice for an answer, but she pressed him further. "As you sleep, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You look so peaceful and happy when you sleep. But awake, I love the way you understand me, and the life I lead."
She smiled. "I love the way you stare off into the ocean, as if it's full of hundreds of dreams at once; I know that at sea you are truly yourself." They kissed, light and soft, like a peck.
She got up and walked over to her wardrobe. "What do you think I should wear today?" She held up an Elegant Blue dress, with an empire waist and brocade skirt, in one hand and a Simple white one in the other.
He shrugged. "Both will look beautiful on you. Other than that I couldn't tell you much about clothes." He walked over to her, held her by the waist and spun her around. "But if you want a sword anytime soon, I'll make you the lightest, most detailed sword in the Caribbean." He set her down and kissed her again.
"If I decide to arm myself, you'll be the man for the job." She laughed.
"I'll let you get dressed." He said as she walked behind the changing screen.
She peeked out from the side and nodded. He gave a small bow.
As he shut the door he felt his face redded with shyness. He wasn't used to Women preparing to change in front of him. Screen, or not, he felt it wasn't a gentleman's place. Even so, A part of him wanted to stay and watch her emerge.
He smiled as he walked down the hallway to his room, passing two members of the crew along the way.
He nodded at them. "Beautiful day, aye gentlemen?"
The one named Ebel replied. "I sup'ose so."
As he passed them, they glanced at each other. "Either he's got it bad for tha' lass, or I'm out of me mind. Because did he just call us Gentlemen?"
The other, whom everyone called Quen nodded. "I reckon he did."
Once in his quaters, he collapsed onto the bed; He felt something still pressing on his mind. I want to marry Elizabeth, promptly. I've proposed, but what's missing? He thought to himself. He looked down on the bed at his hand. "A ring!" he said aloud. He flung off his shirt, throwing it aside. He put on his best tunic. He smiled in the mirror at his reflection. There, now I look presentable for Elizabeth. He ran his fingers through his hair, which hung loose around his head.
Back in her room, Elizabeth was overcome with joy. She smiled as she attempted to fasten the back of her dress, struggling with the miniscule buttons. How I wish I had someone to help me. She thought to herself. Giving up, she let her hair down, it fell from atop her head in wispy curls. Deciding that it looked fine that way, she let it loose. William always likes my hair down. At least she hoped would.
A knock came at the door. "Elizabeth?" Will's warm voice called. "Are you ready?"
"Yes William, come in." She whirled around to watch him enter.
He came in. "Is everything all right?"
"No, do you think you could help me?" She raissed her eyebrows in wonder.
"Why, of course, what is it?"he stepped forward.
She turned and pointed to her back. "I can't seem to get this, I usually can button a dress before I put it on, but this one's difficult."
He touched her shoulders. "I'll try, but I do have blacksmith's hands, they may be careless." He looked down the dress, which revealed a white shift. Once again a deep red blush crept over his face. He looked at how her hair fell all around her shoulders.
The Ship with White Sails.
**A/N: Finally Ch7! This has TONS of romance (slightly corny to some, but taken from tales of real life romance, maybe a little PG-8? I doubt it though) and a fair amount of action. (This is my first Adventure fic, so I'm trying to make it rocking...) P.S Please tell me I got a little confusing with the thoughts, italized will always be what their thinking, need any help e-mail me (and to tell me what you think of the story having new direction.)...**
The unknown ship started to drift off in the course of the stormy night. Jack Sparrow stood at the bow of his own ship and turned to face his crew.
"Fasten that ship to the Pearl." He had a glint of danger in his eyes. "We go aboard at daybreak." he took his dagger out of it's sheath and plunged it towards his abandoned treasure. He walked over to Ana Maria. "You see that? That There's going to make me a Commador." He grinned, like a golden-tooth chesire cat. "Savvy?Commador Jack Sparrow, nice ring 'eh, luv?" He placed his arm around her. She smiled, though inside she was currently at war with herself over whether or not to like Jack touching her. She decided that she did, love it in fact, but surpressed that idea far from her mind.
Below deck, Gibbs was searching for Will and Elizabeth. He checked Will's quarters, only to find it empty, the bed unturned, not a candle lit. A knowing smirk appeared on his face. He headed for Elizabeth's room.
He found the door slightly open, he rapped a knuckle against it. "'ello? Everyone descent?" He got no reply. Pushing the door open slowly he saw them.
Elizabeth and Will were on the window-seat overlooking the ocean. He was sitting, back leaning against the wall, with her head on his chest. She was curled up to him, one arm wrapped around his stomach. They looked so peaceful, sleeping silently next to each other. Being a pirate with no sense of romance, Gibbs didn't give a second thought to disturbing them.
"Wake up, Come on, Jack's found something interesting." He knocked against the door.
Will's head snapped up, his eyes searching for the person who woke him. He looked at Gibbs. "What happened?"
"Just come up on deck when you two get ready." He pointed to Elizabeth still sound asleep against him, then left.
Will realized that he had not been sleeping alone. He peered down into her face. A wave of warmth came over him.
He thought to himself, Oh how much I love her. He hugged his arms around her tightly. She is the glory from which I can survive every day on. Good or bad, she is there to remind me who I am.
He touched her cheek softly. "Elizabeth? Wake up, my love." Even though the thoughts in his head spoke volumes, he only uttered a few words.
She stirred, squeezing him around the middle. "hm?" She opened her eyes and looked into Will's smiling face.
"Wake up" He said as he cupped her face with both hands.
"William? Is it morning yet?" She didn't move from her postion on his chest.
"Not exactly" He replied, his voice silent, like a whisper. "We do have to get up though."
"Alright" She sat up slowly, turning to face him. "How did we wind up sleeping on the window?"
"I'm not quite sure. We were talking about our future by candle light. I sat down and you placed your head on my chest, and like that we fell asleep" He looked at her adoringly.
"Ah, yes, well why don't you and I enjoy an early breakfest?" She craned to see the sky from the window. "It must be nearly sunrise." She seemed content with him holding her so close. Finally, she thought, the polite boundaries are gone and we don't have to stay six feet apart.
She was glad they had not stayed in Port Royal, where her father had them under ridiculous courtship rules. Will, being so refined was only polite to oblige. Elizabeth knew that if she were courting Commador Norrington, there would have been no rules; Her father favored him so. Everytime Will would come to see her, The Governer would oversee their visit. She smiled to herself remembering when her handmaadien, Elsa helped her sneak out of the Governor's mansion to run away with Will. Of course the entire situation we her idea, since Will would never suggest such a thing aloud. Will's calm voice interupted her thoughts.
"I wish, my Star" He said using his affectionate name for her. He said, around the time after their first kiss, that she was the brghtest star in the heavens. "But, Breakfest will have to wait. I'm afraid, Jack discovered some wreackage or other that we have to explore." He seemed to be annoyed at the fact of leaving the ship.
"Alright, then we'll have a nice noonday meal." She leaned in to kiss him.
When they parted, their eyes locked for a moment.
"I love you" he whispered in her ear.
She kissed him on the cheek. "I love you"
He had something to say, she knew, but wondered why he kept silent. "What is it, Will?"
"I was just thinking" He thought that would suffice for an answer, but she pressed him further. "As you sleep, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You look so peaceful and happy when you sleep. But awake, I love the way you understand me, and the life I lead."
She smiled. "I love the way you stare off into the ocean, as if it's full of hundreds of dreams at once; I know that at sea you are truly yourself." They kissed, light and soft, like a peck.
She got up and walked over to her wardrobe. "What do you think I should wear today?" She held up an Elegant Blue dress, with an empire waist and brocade skirt, in one hand and a Simple white one in the other.
He shrugged. "Both will look beautiful on you. Other than that I couldn't tell you much about clothes." He walked over to her, held her by the waist and spun her around. "But if you want a sword anytime soon, I'll make you the lightest, most detailed sword in the Caribbean." He set her down and kissed her again.
"If I decide to arm myself, you'll be the man for the job." She laughed.
"I'll let you get dressed." He said as she walked behind the changing screen.
She peeked out from the side and nodded. He gave a small bow.
As he shut the door he felt his face redded with shyness. He wasn't used to Women preparing to change in front of him. Screen, or not, he felt it wasn't a gentleman's place. Even so, A part of him wanted to stay and watch her emerge.
He smiled as he walked down the hallway to his room, passing two members of the crew along the way.
He nodded at them. "Beautiful day, aye gentlemen?"
The one named Ebel replied. "I sup'ose so."
As he passed them, they glanced at each other. "Either he's got it bad for tha' lass, or I'm out of me mind. Because did he just call us Gentlemen?"
The other, whom everyone called Quen nodded. "I reckon he did."
Once in his quaters, he collapsed onto the bed; He felt something still pressing on his mind. I want to marry Elizabeth, promptly. I've proposed, but what's missing? He thought to himself. He looked down on the bed at his hand. "A ring!" he said aloud. He flung off his shirt, throwing it aside. He put on his best tunic. He smiled in the mirror at his reflection. There, now I look presentable for Elizabeth. He ran his fingers through his hair, which hung loose around his head.
Back in her room, Elizabeth was overcome with joy. She smiled as she attempted to fasten the back of her dress, struggling with the miniscule buttons. How I wish I had someone to help me. She thought to herself. Giving up, she let her hair down, it fell from atop her head in wispy curls. Deciding that it looked fine that way, she let it loose. William always likes my hair down. At least she hoped would.
A knock came at the door. "Elizabeth?" Will's warm voice called. "Are you ready?"
"Yes William, come in." She whirled around to watch him enter.
He came in. "Is everything all right?"
"No, do you think you could help me?" She raissed her eyebrows in wonder.
"Why, of course, what is it?"he stepped forward.
She turned and pointed to her back. "I can't seem to get this, I usually can button a dress before I put it on, but this one's difficult."
He touched her shoulders. "I'll try, but I do have blacksmith's hands, they may be careless." He looked down the dress, which revealed a white shift. Once again a deep red blush crept over his face. He looked at how her hair fell all around her shoulders.
