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Will and Elizabeth walked hand in hand down the hall and to the deck. Will kissed her right hand gently before walking off. Elizabeth shielded her eyes and let them scan the ship. She noticed an impatient Anamaria behind the wheel. She had set sail not waiting for any instruction from Jack. Elizabeth stifled a yawn and stretched her arms above her head. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of the wind as it brushed her face and rippled her hair then laced her hands together. Not feeling the cold metal on her finger, she quickly raised her left hand to eye level. Her eyes were wide with shock as she felt her ring finger though it was obvious her ring was not there. Panic set in and she began to sweat profusely. She felt short of breath as she remembered taking it off in Jack's cabin the previous night.
She had to get her ring back before she saw Will again. She took a few steps backward letting her eyes scan quickly for Will and then turned to run. She smacked into a large figure hard enough to knock her off her feet. Slightly dazed, she wiped the sweat from her brow and glanced up at her blockade. Jack chuckled slightly at her, a wide smile on his face, and extended a hand to her.
"Careful, love," he said through his laughter. Elizabeth willingly accepted his outstretched hand and allowed herself to be pulled from the hard floor beneath her. He slid his hand from hers transferring the ring from his palm to hers. Wiping her sweat from his hand onto his pants, he asked, "A bit nervous?"
Elizabeth blinked at him dumbfounded, unable to mutter a word. She opened her hand to find her sparkling diamond sitting on her palm. She quickly and roughly jammed it on her finger. She breathed a huge sigh of relief still incapable of speaking and watched as Jack crossed his arms over his chest waiting for her to speak.
"Thank you, Jack," she said politely.
He took his hat off with one hand using the other to adjust his bandana before replacing the hat on his head. "Your welcome." He answered and cocked an eyebrow at her. He brushed the back of one of his hands delicately across her cheek before continuing. "No, carelessness, love. You'll be found out."
"We'll be found out," she said, somewhat angry, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Let's not get angry," he said taking her hand and lifting it to his lips placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. He didn't get much of a reaction but he did see the angry features slip from her face. Elizabeth heard footsteps nearing and two voices belonging to Will and Mr. Gibbs.
Trying to get rid of Jack, she asked him, "Jack, where's you rum?"
Jack looked down at his empty hands. "My rum!" He turned and half ran back to his cabin to find a bottle of his precious drink. She rolled her eyes laughing at his behavior.
~Meanwhile~ Anamaria stood behind the Pearl's black wheel. Half of her attention was on sailing, the other half watching the scene between Jack and Elizabeth that played out before her. She glanced around bewildered. Everyone seemed oblivious to their small exchange of affection. Letting her eyes wander once again, she blinked as confusion set in. Will was, not surprisingly, nowhere to be found.
Her mind traveled back to a conversation not so long ago between herself and Elizabeth.
**"Umm, how is Jack...with women?"** The question played itself over a few times in her head. Then she remembered more. **"So he gets what he wants and that's it then." ** She could distinctly hear the anger, and possibly jealousy, that shone threw her voice. Her eyes were so distant.
Anamaria's eyes widened suddenly with shock. Could Elizabeth and Jack possibly be having an affair? She couldn't quite believe the voice inside her head that would question such a ridiculous thing. Still at the moment when two and two are brought together, Elizabeth's forehead read: Affair. Jack's simply said: Guilty. She was furious that the two could be capable of such a thing and she felt dearly for Will. She knew he would be severely hurt in the end. With that being her last thought, she turned her back on them not wanting to get involved in the least. She already felt as if she knew too much.
~Meanwhile~ Will walked away from Elizabeth trying desperately to keep any sorrowful thoughts from his mind. Unsuccessful of this feat, he walked into the dining hall and swiped a steaming biscuit from the table. He felt a bone deep depression setting in and he had to fight his loneliness as well as the stinging tears that threatened to fall. He gulped the biscuit down in two bites and quickly reached for another.
Mr. Gibbs stood quietly in the corner observing Will. He had become concerned with his recent behavior. Will always seemed to have something or another plaguing his mind. He was almost always upset, constantly shoveling food in his mouth, and he was pretty sure he had taken to the bottle recently. It was like Will wasn't Will but just some shell of a man who used to be.
Will glanced up at Mr. Gibbs after cramming his fifth biscuit into his mouth and gave him a short wave while forcing a small smile. His eyes continued around the room resting on Jack's 'rum cabinet.' Will had learned to expertly pick the lock that held the doors securely in place. After all, he was pretty sure Jack was stealing his woman so Will thought he would return the favor by stealing his rum. Besides he needed it.
Will looked down at his shaking hands finally understanding Jack's constant need for the dark sweet liquid. He was having a withdrawal. He dropped the half-eaten biscuit on the table and walked swiftly over to the cabinet confirming Gibbs' suspicions. He took one of Elizabeth's hairpins from his pocket and began to pick the lock, not caring that Mr. Gibbs was surveying the whole ordeal. Within seconds the lock clicked open and Will lifted it off the latch, swung the door open, and snatched a long-necked bottle from the top shelf.
Will popped the cork out of the bottle's mouth and let it slip from his fingers to the floor. He put the bottle to his lips, tipping it upward slightly letting the burning liquid warm his chest. At the same time he expertly closed and locked the cabinet with his free hand. After a few moments, he tore the bottle from his lips gasping for breath. Lifting the bottle in front of his eyes, he saw that the contents were already a third of the way gone. Will sighed and plopped down in the nearest chair, slumping down as far as could trying to disappear. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked once again to Gibbs.
Gibbs saw Will's eyes demanding empathy and he felt a small stab of pain in his own heart. He had known not what Will was going through but he was very aware that he was troubled. He wanted badly to speak with Will but he didn't know how to go about it. He didn't know how to approach him. He didn't know what to say. So he did the only thing he knew to do. He waited.
Within the next few minutes, Will had entirely polished off the bottle of rum. He stood from the unwelcoming wooden chair and made his way over to Gibbs.
"Has Jack had any wenches aboard this ship?" Will bluntly asked, emotionless.
"Not any that I know of," Gibbs answered. "I'm sure we would have all been aware if so. One would have to have deaf ears not to hear Jack." He chuckled slightly at his statement of Jack.
Will's face remained serious and he cast his glazed eyes downward. Realizing the slight rudeness of his words, he continued, "I don't think he has brought any aboard. Why do you ask?"
Will slowly began to trek out of the dining hall with Gibbs by his side. "I heard laughter...and such coming from his room. His own and a woman's." He chucked the empty rum bottle overboard listening intently for the splash as it entered the crystal ocean.
"Why would this concern you?" he questioned, a bit confused.
Will stopped walking and fell silent. Gibbs touched his shoulder reassuringly. He began to walk slowly again. "Elizabeth wasn't with me."
"And you think..." Gibbs' voice trailed off. He looked at Will who only shook his head. "I'm sure it is a mistake, Will. That sounds nothing like the Elizabeth I know."
"I know," Will agreed. "I never would have expected it. I've been suspicious for quite some time now. I don't want to believe it but..." he paused to compose himself. When he was sure the tears would not fall and he could speak without a shaky voice, he finished, "What other explanation could there be?"
"There's plenty explaining, Will. Who's to say she was in there just because she wasn't with you?" Gibbs tried to be logical.
"There is no other explanation! You don't know the whole story!" Will's voice was rising and his anger was getting hard to control. They had reached the main deck and Gibbs parted ways with Will.
Will walked over to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He palmed the back of her head pressing it hard into his chest. He kissed the top of her head before resting his slightly moistened cheek there. Elizabeth was his and he didn't want to lose her. Not to him. Not to Jack. He knew he couldn't bear that.
Elizabeth was caught in an almost painful grip from Will. It as if he was holding on to her for dear life. He smelled strongly of rum like he had for the past few days. His grip was squeezing the life from her and she was no longer able to breathe. She slipped her hands up to his chest and pushed him none too gently away from her. She immediately saw the hurt curtain over his face.
"I can't breathe, Will."
"I'm sorry," he wrapped his arms around her more loosely this time as his thoughts swirled around his brain. "I can't either," he whispered too low for her ears to hear.
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A/N: I have a few more ideas for this story but let me know if this is getting boring. I don't want anyone to feel like they are reading the same chapters over and over. If so I don't want to drag this thing along too far. Ya know. I have already decided the ending to this story but I'm curious to know who you all would choose for Elizabeth. Alright review me, pretty please with Johnny Depp on top! Hehe!
Will and Elizabeth walked hand in hand down the hall and to the deck. Will kissed her right hand gently before walking off. Elizabeth shielded her eyes and let them scan the ship. She noticed an impatient Anamaria behind the wheel. She had set sail not waiting for any instruction from Jack. Elizabeth stifled a yawn and stretched her arms above her head. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of the wind as it brushed her face and rippled her hair then laced her hands together. Not feeling the cold metal on her finger, she quickly raised her left hand to eye level. Her eyes were wide with shock as she felt her ring finger though it was obvious her ring was not there. Panic set in and she began to sweat profusely. She felt short of breath as she remembered taking it off in Jack's cabin the previous night.
She had to get her ring back before she saw Will again. She took a few steps backward letting her eyes scan quickly for Will and then turned to run. She smacked into a large figure hard enough to knock her off her feet. Slightly dazed, she wiped the sweat from her brow and glanced up at her blockade. Jack chuckled slightly at her, a wide smile on his face, and extended a hand to her.
"Careful, love," he said through his laughter. Elizabeth willingly accepted his outstretched hand and allowed herself to be pulled from the hard floor beneath her. He slid his hand from hers transferring the ring from his palm to hers. Wiping her sweat from his hand onto his pants, he asked, "A bit nervous?"
Elizabeth blinked at him dumbfounded, unable to mutter a word. She opened her hand to find her sparkling diamond sitting on her palm. She quickly and roughly jammed it on her finger. She breathed a huge sigh of relief still incapable of speaking and watched as Jack crossed his arms over his chest waiting for her to speak.
"Thank you, Jack," she said politely.
He took his hat off with one hand using the other to adjust his bandana before replacing the hat on his head. "Your welcome." He answered and cocked an eyebrow at her. He brushed the back of one of his hands delicately across her cheek before continuing. "No, carelessness, love. You'll be found out."
"We'll be found out," she said, somewhat angry, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Let's not get angry," he said taking her hand and lifting it to his lips placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. He didn't get much of a reaction but he did see the angry features slip from her face. Elizabeth heard footsteps nearing and two voices belonging to Will and Mr. Gibbs.
Trying to get rid of Jack, she asked him, "Jack, where's you rum?"
Jack looked down at his empty hands. "My rum!" He turned and half ran back to his cabin to find a bottle of his precious drink. She rolled her eyes laughing at his behavior.
~Meanwhile~ Anamaria stood behind the Pearl's black wheel. Half of her attention was on sailing, the other half watching the scene between Jack and Elizabeth that played out before her. She glanced around bewildered. Everyone seemed oblivious to their small exchange of affection. Letting her eyes wander once again, she blinked as confusion set in. Will was, not surprisingly, nowhere to be found.
Her mind traveled back to a conversation not so long ago between herself and Elizabeth.
**"Umm, how is Jack...with women?"** The question played itself over a few times in her head. Then she remembered more. **"So he gets what he wants and that's it then." ** She could distinctly hear the anger, and possibly jealousy, that shone threw her voice. Her eyes were so distant.
Anamaria's eyes widened suddenly with shock. Could Elizabeth and Jack possibly be having an affair? She couldn't quite believe the voice inside her head that would question such a ridiculous thing. Still at the moment when two and two are brought together, Elizabeth's forehead read: Affair. Jack's simply said: Guilty. She was furious that the two could be capable of such a thing and she felt dearly for Will. She knew he would be severely hurt in the end. With that being her last thought, she turned her back on them not wanting to get involved in the least. She already felt as if she knew too much.
~Meanwhile~ Will walked away from Elizabeth trying desperately to keep any sorrowful thoughts from his mind. Unsuccessful of this feat, he walked into the dining hall and swiped a steaming biscuit from the table. He felt a bone deep depression setting in and he had to fight his loneliness as well as the stinging tears that threatened to fall. He gulped the biscuit down in two bites and quickly reached for another.
Mr. Gibbs stood quietly in the corner observing Will. He had become concerned with his recent behavior. Will always seemed to have something or another plaguing his mind. He was almost always upset, constantly shoveling food in his mouth, and he was pretty sure he had taken to the bottle recently. It was like Will wasn't Will but just some shell of a man who used to be.
Will glanced up at Mr. Gibbs after cramming his fifth biscuit into his mouth and gave him a short wave while forcing a small smile. His eyes continued around the room resting on Jack's 'rum cabinet.' Will had learned to expertly pick the lock that held the doors securely in place. After all, he was pretty sure Jack was stealing his woman so Will thought he would return the favor by stealing his rum. Besides he needed it.
Will looked down at his shaking hands finally understanding Jack's constant need for the dark sweet liquid. He was having a withdrawal. He dropped the half-eaten biscuit on the table and walked swiftly over to the cabinet confirming Gibbs' suspicions. He took one of Elizabeth's hairpins from his pocket and began to pick the lock, not caring that Mr. Gibbs was surveying the whole ordeal. Within seconds the lock clicked open and Will lifted it off the latch, swung the door open, and snatched a long-necked bottle from the top shelf.
Will popped the cork out of the bottle's mouth and let it slip from his fingers to the floor. He put the bottle to his lips, tipping it upward slightly letting the burning liquid warm his chest. At the same time he expertly closed and locked the cabinet with his free hand. After a few moments, he tore the bottle from his lips gasping for breath. Lifting the bottle in front of his eyes, he saw that the contents were already a third of the way gone. Will sighed and plopped down in the nearest chair, slumping down as far as could trying to disappear. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked once again to Gibbs.
Gibbs saw Will's eyes demanding empathy and he felt a small stab of pain in his own heart. He had known not what Will was going through but he was very aware that he was troubled. He wanted badly to speak with Will but he didn't know how to go about it. He didn't know how to approach him. He didn't know what to say. So he did the only thing he knew to do. He waited.
Within the next few minutes, Will had entirely polished off the bottle of rum. He stood from the unwelcoming wooden chair and made his way over to Gibbs.
"Has Jack had any wenches aboard this ship?" Will bluntly asked, emotionless.
"Not any that I know of," Gibbs answered. "I'm sure we would have all been aware if so. One would have to have deaf ears not to hear Jack." He chuckled slightly at his statement of Jack.
Will's face remained serious and he cast his glazed eyes downward. Realizing the slight rudeness of his words, he continued, "I don't think he has brought any aboard. Why do you ask?"
Will slowly began to trek out of the dining hall with Gibbs by his side. "I heard laughter...and such coming from his room. His own and a woman's." He chucked the empty rum bottle overboard listening intently for the splash as it entered the crystal ocean.
"Why would this concern you?" he questioned, a bit confused.
Will stopped walking and fell silent. Gibbs touched his shoulder reassuringly. He began to walk slowly again. "Elizabeth wasn't with me."
"And you think..." Gibbs' voice trailed off. He looked at Will who only shook his head. "I'm sure it is a mistake, Will. That sounds nothing like the Elizabeth I know."
"I know," Will agreed. "I never would have expected it. I've been suspicious for quite some time now. I don't want to believe it but..." he paused to compose himself. When he was sure the tears would not fall and he could speak without a shaky voice, he finished, "What other explanation could there be?"
"There's plenty explaining, Will. Who's to say she was in there just because she wasn't with you?" Gibbs tried to be logical.
"There is no other explanation! You don't know the whole story!" Will's voice was rising and his anger was getting hard to control. They had reached the main deck and Gibbs parted ways with Will.
Will walked over to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He palmed the back of her head pressing it hard into his chest. He kissed the top of her head before resting his slightly moistened cheek there. Elizabeth was his and he didn't want to lose her. Not to him. Not to Jack. He knew he couldn't bear that.
Elizabeth was caught in an almost painful grip from Will. It as if he was holding on to her for dear life. He smelled strongly of rum like he had for the past few days. His grip was squeezing the life from her and she was no longer able to breathe. She slipped her hands up to his chest and pushed him none too gently away from her. She immediately saw the hurt curtain over his face.
"I can't breathe, Will."
"I'm sorry," he wrapped his arms around her more loosely this time as his thoughts swirled around his brain. "I can't either," he whispered too low for her ears to hear.
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A/N: I have a few more ideas for this story but let me know if this is getting boring. I don't want anyone to feel like they are reading the same chapters over and over. If so I don't want to drag this thing along too far. Ya know. I have already decided the ending to this story but I'm curious to know who you all would choose for Elizabeth. Alright review me, pretty please with Johnny Depp on top! Hehe!