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Will awoke to the harsh sunlight beaming through the window in his eyes. He squinted as the invisible sun daggers pierced his eyes. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, he looked over at Elizabeth sound asleep next to him. She was in a peaceful sleep; the corners of her mouth were tugging upward into a small smile. He smiled to himself truly happy for the first time in months. It had been a week since that wild night that Elizabeth had given herself to him for the first time. Her distant and troubling thoughts didn't seem to be bothering her anymore and for this Will was grateful.
Even though she had given herself to him almost every night that week and despite his happiness, he was unable to stop his excessive drinking. He raised his hand a few inches into the air and watched as it shook uncontrollably. Sighing a frustrated sigh, he slid his other arm from Elizabeth and sat up letting the sheet fall around his waist. Without leaving the bed, he reached into the top drawer of his desk and removed the recently filled flask. He unscrewed the lid and placed the flask to his lips. After pausing for a moment and considering putting it back, he sighed to himself and regrettably tilted his head back emptying the entire sweet contents into his stomach.
Angry with himself for not being able to overcome his need for rum, he tossed the empty flask back into the desk and turned on his side facing Elizabeth. He propped his head up on one hand and reached the other one out to stroke her hair. She slowly stirred awake and he ran his hand across her cheek letting his fingers linger across her lips and she kissed them gently causing his body to warm and tingle.
He was totally naked and completely aware of the fact when his hardness began to grow. In one quick motion, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him. She squealed in surprise and delight as she straddled him.
"Again Will?!"
He shushed her while placing one finger over her lips. "No words," he whispered. She quieted herself, obeying his request and lowered herself onto him letting him slide into her warm insides. "Mmm..." he let out an appreciative moan as she began to thrust into him.
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Jack awoke with a start in his bed. He could just barely make out the grunts and moans coming from the room next to him.
"Again!" he said out loud to himself with a frustrated groan and rolled his eyes. He couldn't listen to it anymore. He brought his hands up and covered his ears as he jumped out of bed, not caring that he was dressed only in his pants, and quickly fled his cabin. He walked with a purpose not stopping until he reached the dining hall. His eyes locked instantly on his precious rum cabinet. He walked swiftly to it and reached behind it grabbing the key from his hiding place and unlocked it. He carefully placed the key to its original place and undid the latch swinging the doors open.
His eyes gazed lazily around the shelves inside. A confused look set in and spread across his face as he looked at the short supply of rum bottles stocked inside. He raised a hand to his head scratching slowly as he tried to remember how much he had to drink.
"Surely I didn't drink that much," he said out loud to himself still scratching his head. He pursed his lips together and squinted his eyes trying desperately to clear the hazy confusion that clouded his brain. He honestly couldn't remember if he had drunk all the missing rum or not.
He switched his balance from one foot to the other and snatched a bottle from the cabinet. No longer caring about his low supply, he was frustrated with himself and decided to use the rum to calm his nerves. It didn't matter if he drank that much or not, he still had more than enough. When his supply got too low, he knew he would just steal more anyway. He locked the cabinet back up and took the nearest seat at the dining table.
Since Jack was alone in the large room, he propped his dirtied bare feet on the clear table and leaned back in his chair tilting the front legs off the ground. Popping the cork out of the bottle's mouth, he started drinking the sweet rum with a satisfying look on his face. He continued gulping down the rum, not even stopping to breathe, as his chair tipped further and further backwards. Before he could even grasp what was happening, Jack crashed onto his back into the hard wooden floor beneath him.
Somehow, he managed to keep his bottle upright spilling none of the liquid. He sat up rubbing the back of his head and smiled at himself despite the throbbing pain searing through his head.
"Ah ha!" he laughed at the bottle proud of himself for saving it all during his fall. He stood from the floor and left the room without picking up his chair.
Jack made his way to the ship's deck and walked straight toward the black wheel. Anamaria was behind it. It usually didn't bother him but today, for some reason, it angered him to his core. He stood right beside her and looked down straight into her eyes. He glared his eyes at her and without saying a word he got his message across. Anamaria was slightly frightened by his intense look and immediately let her hands drop from the wheel as she backed away. She could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of her head as she walked away.
Jack grabbed the wheel in one hand and lifted his rum bottle to his lips with the other. He quickly chugged the rest of the bottle before throwing it as hard as he could to make it over the side of the ship. Letting his attention once again fall to sea that lay before him, he realized he had no specific destination in mind. He let his mind wander and would sail to wherever his subconscious took him.
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After dressing, Elizabeth and Will went to the deck of the Pearl. Elizabeth noticed Jack behind the wheel, barefoot and bare-chested. She admired his tanned sculpted body clad only in his gray pants. She smiled to herself and felt her stomach do a somersault. Oh, how she missed her nightly rendezvous with Jack.
Will squeezed her hand before walking away and she felt a small twinge of guilt strike her chest. She gave herself a mental smack and didn't understand how she could even think of betraying Will again after the intense passionate connections they had shared. She felt weak and her knees buckled under her when she thought about it. But then her thoughts returned to Jack.
It had seemed like such a long time ago. She could barely remember what it was like to be with Jack. No matter how much she loved Will, she knew that for some reason she would always go back to Jack. She sighed and laughed bitterly to herself. She knew she was treading in dangerous waters. But she didn't really care. With that thought she laughed at herself again.
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As the sun began to set on the horizon, Jack saw the dock of a town just ahead. Sailing for the dock, he realized his destination. Tortuga. He smiled and hummed a tune to himself, happy to return to his favorite place.
After docking, he ran to his cabin and fully dressed himself in his shirt, boots, hat, and coat. He then quickly walked with a purpose leaving the ship and rushing across the dock brushing past Will and Elizabeth. He walked a few feet into the town before stopping and taking in the scenery around him.
He breathed deeply closing his eyes and a huge grin spread across his lips. He noticed the comfortable air around him despite all the violence going on and felt he was at home.
"Tortuga," he whispered to himself and went off in search of his favorite wench.
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A/N: First of all, thanks to everyone for the great reviews. You inspire me to continue! Sorry if this chapter was shorter or not as good. I was suffering a bit of writer's block and I just wanted Will to be happy for longer than one chapter! But fear not I'm already working on an idea for the next chappie. It should be up soon, I hope!
Will awoke to the harsh sunlight beaming through the window in his eyes. He squinted as the invisible sun daggers pierced his eyes. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, he looked over at Elizabeth sound asleep next to him. She was in a peaceful sleep; the corners of her mouth were tugging upward into a small smile. He smiled to himself truly happy for the first time in months. It had been a week since that wild night that Elizabeth had given herself to him for the first time. Her distant and troubling thoughts didn't seem to be bothering her anymore and for this Will was grateful.
Even though she had given herself to him almost every night that week and despite his happiness, he was unable to stop his excessive drinking. He raised his hand a few inches into the air and watched as it shook uncontrollably. Sighing a frustrated sigh, he slid his other arm from Elizabeth and sat up letting the sheet fall around his waist. Without leaving the bed, he reached into the top drawer of his desk and removed the recently filled flask. He unscrewed the lid and placed the flask to his lips. After pausing for a moment and considering putting it back, he sighed to himself and regrettably tilted his head back emptying the entire sweet contents into his stomach.
Angry with himself for not being able to overcome his need for rum, he tossed the empty flask back into the desk and turned on his side facing Elizabeth. He propped his head up on one hand and reached the other one out to stroke her hair. She slowly stirred awake and he ran his hand across her cheek letting his fingers linger across her lips and she kissed them gently causing his body to warm and tingle.
He was totally naked and completely aware of the fact when his hardness began to grow. In one quick motion, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him. She squealed in surprise and delight as she straddled him.
"Again Will?!"
He shushed her while placing one finger over her lips. "No words," he whispered. She quieted herself, obeying his request and lowered herself onto him letting him slide into her warm insides. "Mmm..." he let out an appreciative moan as she began to thrust into him.
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Jack awoke with a start in his bed. He could just barely make out the grunts and moans coming from the room next to him.
"Again!" he said out loud to himself with a frustrated groan and rolled his eyes. He couldn't listen to it anymore. He brought his hands up and covered his ears as he jumped out of bed, not caring that he was dressed only in his pants, and quickly fled his cabin. He walked with a purpose not stopping until he reached the dining hall. His eyes locked instantly on his precious rum cabinet. He walked swiftly to it and reached behind it grabbing the key from his hiding place and unlocked it. He carefully placed the key to its original place and undid the latch swinging the doors open.
His eyes gazed lazily around the shelves inside. A confused look set in and spread across his face as he looked at the short supply of rum bottles stocked inside. He raised a hand to his head scratching slowly as he tried to remember how much he had to drink.
"Surely I didn't drink that much," he said out loud to himself still scratching his head. He pursed his lips together and squinted his eyes trying desperately to clear the hazy confusion that clouded his brain. He honestly couldn't remember if he had drunk all the missing rum or not.
He switched his balance from one foot to the other and snatched a bottle from the cabinet. No longer caring about his low supply, he was frustrated with himself and decided to use the rum to calm his nerves. It didn't matter if he drank that much or not, he still had more than enough. When his supply got too low, he knew he would just steal more anyway. He locked the cabinet back up and took the nearest seat at the dining table.
Since Jack was alone in the large room, he propped his dirtied bare feet on the clear table and leaned back in his chair tilting the front legs off the ground. Popping the cork out of the bottle's mouth, he started drinking the sweet rum with a satisfying look on his face. He continued gulping down the rum, not even stopping to breathe, as his chair tipped further and further backwards. Before he could even grasp what was happening, Jack crashed onto his back into the hard wooden floor beneath him.
Somehow, he managed to keep his bottle upright spilling none of the liquid. He sat up rubbing the back of his head and smiled at himself despite the throbbing pain searing through his head.
"Ah ha!" he laughed at the bottle proud of himself for saving it all during his fall. He stood from the floor and left the room without picking up his chair.
Jack made his way to the ship's deck and walked straight toward the black wheel. Anamaria was behind it. It usually didn't bother him but today, for some reason, it angered him to his core. He stood right beside her and looked down straight into her eyes. He glared his eyes at her and without saying a word he got his message across. Anamaria was slightly frightened by his intense look and immediately let her hands drop from the wheel as she backed away. She could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of her head as she walked away.
Jack grabbed the wheel in one hand and lifted his rum bottle to his lips with the other. He quickly chugged the rest of the bottle before throwing it as hard as he could to make it over the side of the ship. Letting his attention once again fall to sea that lay before him, he realized he had no specific destination in mind. He let his mind wander and would sail to wherever his subconscious took him.
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After dressing, Elizabeth and Will went to the deck of the Pearl. Elizabeth noticed Jack behind the wheel, barefoot and bare-chested. She admired his tanned sculpted body clad only in his gray pants. She smiled to herself and felt her stomach do a somersault. Oh, how she missed her nightly rendezvous with Jack.
Will squeezed her hand before walking away and she felt a small twinge of guilt strike her chest. She gave herself a mental smack and didn't understand how she could even think of betraying Will again after the intense passionate connections they had shared. She felt weak and her knees buckled under her when she thought about it. But then her thoughts returned to Jack.
It had seemed like such a long time ago. She could barely remember what it was like to be with Jack. No matter how much she loved Will, she knew that for some reason she would always go back to Jack. She sighed and laughed bitterly to herself. She knew she was treading in dangerous waters. But she didn't really care. With that thought she laughed at herself again.
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As the sun began to set on the horizon, Jack saw the dock of a town just ahead. Sailing for the dock, he realized his destination. Tortuga. He smiled and hummed a tune to himself, happy to return to his favorite place.
After docking, he ran to his cabin and fully dressed himself in his shirt, boots, hat, and coat. He then quickly walked with a purpose leaving the ship and rushing across the dock brushing past Will and Elizabeth. He walked a few feet into the town before stopping and taking in the scenery around him.
He breathed deeply closing his eyes and a huge grin spread across his lips. He noticed the comfortable air around him despite all the violence going on and felt he was at home.
"Tortuga," he whispered to himself and went off in search of his favorite wench.
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A/N: First of all, thanks to everyone for the great reviews. You inspire me to continue! Sorry if this chapter was shorter or not as good. I was suffering a bit of writer's block and I just wanted Will to be happy for longer than one chapter! But fear not I'm already working on an idea for the next chappie. It should be up soon, I hope!