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Will led Elizabeth through the streets of Tortuga, her delicate hand wrapped in his. She felt intensely uncomfortable in the strange town but felt protected by Will. She knew he had visited this place before. Her eyes constantly wandered their surroundings in search of nearing danger as she witnessed fights, explosions, and pure drunken craziness. A breath she didn't even realized she was holding escaped her lips when Will led her to a tavern. She was more than relieved to get out of the busy streets.
Will pushed through the door hearing a ruckus inside. Both of their eyes grew wide as they watched a fight take place only a few feet from the entrance where they stood. Fists were flying as men exchanged blows. The two brawling men ran into a table knocking it over just in front of the couple. Broken shards of glass and pools of alcohol cascaded around their feet. Elizabeth gasped and jumped back startled as she rose her hands to protect herself. Will, wanting to get away from this scene, protectively wrapped an arm around Elizabeth pulling her tightly into him and began to make his way around the fight.
As they hurried around the scuffle dangerously close, the bigger of the two men bumped into Will. He whipped quickly around staring down into Will's eyes. Total animosity covered the man's face as he stared at Will as if Will was at fault. Their staring contest continued a few seconds more. Then, just like that, Will saw the man's fist headed towards his face. Out of pure instinct, Will ducked just inches below the forceful punch and heard the fist as it connected with Elizabeth's jaw.
Elizabeth's head whipped to the side and her hand immediately found its way to her stinging face. She stood there still and stunned with her head bowed. She felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes and refused to let them fall. Her pride was deeply wounded. She'd never been hit like before. Smacked? Sure, but never punched.
Will stood straight up from his crouched position ready to defend Elizabeth's honor. He, again, stared angrily at the bigger man and saw his features soften at the realization of his actions. Will felt his blood boiling as adrenaline gushed through his veins. Months of pent of frustration rose to the surface meeting his present anger. The other man never even saw it coming. In a quick instant, Will's fist flew toward the man with a great unknown strength sending him tumbling backwards on the ground.
Will, standing there a few moments more making sure the man was not getting back up, looked down at his red knuckles. He opened and closed his fist a few times and shook off the pain. Seeing Elizabeth still cowering against the wall, Will once again wrapped his arm tightly around her and led her to a dark back corner of the tavern.
Will spoke his apologies to her knowing his words wouldn't do much to comfort her. He just felt it was necessary. She assured him several times that she was ok, despite the throbbing pain she felt in her swelling jaw. She was deeply grateful that Will had defended her. She grabbed his hand and gently kissed his red knuckles in appreciation. They spent the rest of the night trading small conversation and for a reason unknown to even herself, Elizabeth kept an eye out for Jack.
Jack stumbled out of the so-called whorehouse, half-running and slightly ashamed. He slowed to a more comfortable pace when he felt he was a safe distance from it. He staggered through the streets of the town that never sleeps with the usual bottle of rum in his hand. He thought back to that girl. Victoria was it? Ah, yes, that was it.
He had gone in search of Scarlet and was rather disappointed to find that she was in a 'business meeting.' He laughed to himself. Rather pleasant way of putting it. Upon entering the house, he simply walked up the prettiest wench his eyes rest on and tossed a few shillings on the table in front of her. Without any words, she accepted his money, led him to a room upstairs, and did her business. That was that. He had hurried out swiping a bottle of rum on his way. And here he was. Stumbling toward the dock back to his ship.
Elizabeth and Will made their way back to the ship. There he was. Finally. Elizabeth saw Jack stumbling down the street toward them with a half-empty glass bottle in his hand. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly about.
"Will, you go ahead. I'll be along shortly." She dropped her hand from his and stopped walking when they reached the dock.
"No, I can't leave you here alone. Do you not recall what happened earlier?" he asked lightly brushing his hand over her newly formed bruise.
"I'll be fine. Jack is right there." She pointed in his direction. "I just want to make sure he makes it back alright too."
His eyes searched her face for truth, scrutinizing her carefully. She smiled at him.
"Just go," she coaxed him pushing him toward the dock and he hesitantly obeyed.
She stood in front of the dock waiting for Jack to reach her. He was so lost in his own little world that he hadn't even seen her. She watched as his figure got closer and closer to her. He didn't seem as though he was going to stop and she held her hands out in front of her. Sure enough, just as she suspected, his chest ran straight into her open palms.
Jack looked up at her quickly, startled, and gave her a curt smile upon recognition. "Fancy meeting you here."
She glanced out of the corner of her eye seeing Will disappear out of view. Without warning, her body took control over her actions and she roughly grabbed the sides of his face in her hands pulling his face to hers and kissing him. When the two pulled away breathless, she was shocked at herself but Jack seemed to be not phased.
She cleared her throat and spoke to break the tension, "Jack, I've been looking for you all night. Where have you been?"
"I was with a wench," he stated smiling. He looked almost proud.
"A wench, Jack?" she asked confused. "What about us?" her voice rose a little with her building anger.
"Unbelievable," he muttered to himself. "What about us?" he repeated her question. "You have been going to bed with Will every night. I haven't been even a second thought to you. So yes, I was with a wench," he said matter-of-factly. "I have needs too, you know. Just like you. Just like Will." He was throwing his hands around in the air for emphasis.
She scrunched her face up from the hurt she felt and then the tears returned. She refused to let them fall, still. "You couldn't be more wrong, Jack. My thoughts are constantly returning to you."
"You certainly had me fooled, Love."
"Our situations are completely different," she paused momentarily. "I can't believe you went to a wench. You have me and I thought that was enough." Her tone changed from hurt to angry. "I'd never make you pay," she narrowed her eyes at him. "Captain Sparrow," she spat out.
"You already have," he said placing a hand to his heart. At the sudden realization of his hurt, he wanted to return the horrible feeling. Not being able to stand her angry glare any longer, he added, "You mean nothing more to me than any of those wenches. You're just like them." His face was now millimeters away from hers.
At this comment, she quickly drew her hand back and swung her open palm toward him paint-brushing his cheek a nice shade of red with a satisfying smack. The force of her hand caused his head to whip to the side and he stood there taking it, slightly stunned. After regaining his composure, he leaned into her staring straight into her eyes and said, "The truth hurts. Doesn't it, Miss Swan?" he said, returning her formality.
She stood there trying to recover from his emotional blow that hurt far worse than the physical one she'd received earlier. She watched him as he walked across the dock toward the Pearl. In a quick burst of anger, he threw his bottle on the ground with all his strength sending the glass pieces and rum remains spreading across the dock and fall through the cracks and causing her to jump. She realized just how upset he must be. That was the first time she had ever witnessed Jack waste even a single drop of rum.
Jack made his way to his cabin and undressed, alone. He got into bed, alone. And lay there to fall asleep once again...Alone.
Elizabeth was fired up from the swirl of emotions she felt and needed a good release. She tore off every piece of clothing from her body. Will was taken aback by her actions but quickly followed suit. Before he could even process what was going on, the two of them were laying on the bed slamming into each other.
Elizabeth, with ulterior motives unknown to Will, moaned and screamed louder than she had on any other night. His confidence skyrocketed and she was driving him insane. He was completely lost in her and unaware of her devious actions. Her hands, resting behind her head, pounded repeatedly on the thin wall that they shared with Jack.
Jack was desperately trying to drown out the sounds from the next room. He lay on his stomach and grabbed his pillow placing it over his head and pressed it firmly against his ears. Still able to hear, he began to hum to himself. He once again felt incredibly lonely and in some twisted way betrayed. He drifted off into a fitful slumber and the drowned out noise lingered to haunt his nightmares.
A/N: Once again thanks for the reviews! Keep them coming! Oh, and congratulations to Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom for making People's 50 most beautiful people list of 2004. They both have really hot pics! If you haven't already, go check out People issue May 10, 2004. Yummy!
Will led Elizabeth through the streets of Tortuga, her delicate hand wrapped in his. She felt intensely uncomfortable in the strange town but felt protected by Will. She knew he had visited this place before. Her eyes constantly wandered their surroundings in search of nearing danger as she witnessed fights, explosions, and pure drunken craziness. A breath she didn't even realized she was holding escaped her lips when Will led her to a tavern. She was more than relieved to get out of the busy streets.
Will pushed through the door hearing a ruckus inside. Both of their eyes grew wide as they watched a fight take place only a few feet from the entrance where they stood. Fists were flying as men exchanged blows. The two brawling men ran into a table knocking it over just in front of the couple. Broken shards of glass and pools of alcohol cascaded around their feet. Elizabeth gasped and jumped back startled as she rose her hands to protect herself. Will, wanting to get away from this scene, protectively wrapped an arm around Elizabeth pulling her tightly into him and began to make his way around the fight.
As they hurried around the scuffle dangerously close, the bigger of the two men bumped into Will. He whipped quickly around staring down into Will's eyes. Total animosity covered the man's face as he stared at Will as if Will was at fault. Their staring contest continued a few seconds more. Then, just like that, Will saw the man's fist headed towards his face. Out of pure instinct, Will ducked just inches below the forceful punch and heard the fist as it connected with Elizabeth's jaw.
Elizabeth's head whipped to the side and her hand immediately found its way to her stinging face. She stood there still and stunned with her head bowed. She felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes and refused to let them fall. Her pride was deeply wounded. She'd never been hit like before. Smacked? Sure, but never punched.
Will stood straight up from his crouched position ready to defend Elizabeth's honor. He, again, stared angrily at the bigger man and saw his features soften at the realization of his actions. Will felt his blood boiling as adrenaline gushed through his veins. Months of pent of frustration rose to the surface meeting his present anger. The other man never even saw it coming. In a quick instant, Will's fist flew toward the man with a great unknown strength sending him tumbling backwards on the ground.
Will, standing there a few moments more making sure the man was not getting back up, looked down at his red knuckles. He opened and closed his fist a few times and shook off the pain. Seeing Elizabeth still cowering against the wall, Will once again wrapped his arm tightly around her and led her to a dark back corner of the tavern.
Will spoke his apologies to her knowing his words wouldn't do much to comfort her. He just felt it was necessary. She assured him several times that she was ok, despite the throbbing pain she felt in her swelling jaw. She was deeply grateful that Will had defended her. She grabbed his hand and gently kissed his red knuckles in appreciation. They spent the rest of the night trading small conversation and for a reason unknown to even herself, Elizabeth kept an eye out for Jack.
Jack stumbled out of the so-called whorehouse, half-running and slightly ashamed. He slowed to a more comfortable pace when he felt he was a safe distance from it. He staggered through the streets of the town that never sleeps with the usual bottle of rum in his hand. He thought back to that girl. Victoria was it? Ah, yes, that was it.
He had gone in search of Scarlet and was rather disappointed to find that she was in a 'business meeting.' He laughed to himself. Rather pleasant way of putting it. Upon entering the house, he simply walked up the prettiest wench his eyes rest on and tossed a few shillings on the table in front of her. Without any words, she accepted his money, led him to a room upstairs, and did her business. That was that. He had hurried out swiping a bottle of rum on his way. And here he was. Stumbling toward the dock back to his ship.
Elizabeth and Will made their way back to the ship. There he was. Finally. Elizabeth saw Jack stumbling down the street toward them with a half-empty glass bottle in his hand. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly about.
"Will, you go ahead. I'll be along shortly." She dropped her hand from his and stopped walking when they reached the dock.
"No, I can't leave you here alone. Do you not recall what happened earlier?" he asked lightly brushing his hand over her newly formed bruise.
"I'll be fine. Jack is right there." She pointed in his direction. "I just want to make sure he makes it back alright too."
His eyes searched her face for truth, scrutinizing her carefully. She smiled at him.
"Just go," she coaxed him pushing him toward the dock and he hesitantly obeyed.
She stood in front of the dock waiting for Jack to reach her. He was so lost in his own little world that he hadn't even seen her. She watched as his figure got closer and closer to her. He didn't seem as though he was going to stop and she held her hands out in front of her. Sure enough, just as she suspected, his chest ran straight into her open palms.
Jack looked up at her quickly, startled, and gave her a curt smile upon recognition. "Fancy meeting you here."
She glanced out of the corner of her eye seeing Will disappear out of view. Without warning, her body took control over her actions and she roughly grabbed the sides of his face in her hands pulling his face to hers and kissing him. When the two pulled away breathless, she was shocked at herself but Jack seemed to be not phased.
She cleared her throat and spoke to break the tension, "Jack, I've been looking for you all night. Where have you been?"
"I was with a wench," he stated smiling. He looked almost proud.
"A wench, Jack?" she asked confused. "What about us?" her voice rose a little with her building anger.
"Unbelievable," he muttered to himself. "What about us?" he repeated her question. "You have been going to bed with Will every night. I haven't been even a second thought to you. So yes, I was with a wench," he said matter-of-factly. "I have needs too, you know. Just like you. Just like Will." He was throwing his hands around in the air for emphasis.
She scrunched her face up from the hurt she felt and then the tears returned. She refused to let them fall, still. "You couldn't be more wrong, Jack. My thoughts are constantly returning to you."
"You certainly had me fooled, Love."
"Our situations are completely different," she paused momentarily. "I can't believe you went to a wench. You have me and I thought that was enough." Her tone changed from hurt to angry. "I'd never make you pay," she narrowed her eyes at him. "Captain Sparrow," she spat out.
"You already have," he said placing a hand to his heart. At the sudden realization of his hurt, he wanted to return the horrible feeling. Not being able to stand her angry glare any longer, he added, "You mean nothing more to me than any of those wenches. You're just like them." His face was now millimeters away from hers.
At this comment, she quickly drew her hand back and swung her open palm toward him paint-brushing his cheek a nice shade of red with a satisfying smack. The force of her hand caused his head to whip to the side and he stood there taking it, slightly stunned. After regaining his composure, he leaned into her staring straight into her eyes and said, "The truth hurts. Doesn't it, Miss Swan?" he said, returning her formality.
She stood there trying to recover from his emotional blow that hurt far worse than the physical one she'd received earlier. She watched him as he walked across the dock toward the Pearl. In a quick burst of anger, he threw his bottle on the ground with all his strength sending the glass pieces and rum remains spreading across the dock and fall through the cracks and causing her to jump. She realized just how upset he must be. That was the first time she had ever witnessed Jack waste even a single drop of rum.
Jack made his way to his cabin and undressed, alone. He got into bed, alone. And lay there to fall asleep once again...Alone.
Elizabeth was fired up from the swirl of emotions she felt and needed a good release. She tore off every piece of clothing from her body. Will was taken aback by her actions but quickly followed suit. Before he could even process what was going on, the two of them were laying on the bed slamming into each other.
Elizabeth, with ulterior motives unknown to Will, moaned and screamed louder than she had on any other night. His confidence skyrocketed and she was driving him insane. He was completely lost in her and unaware of her devious actions. Her hands, resting behind her head, pounded repeatedly on the thin wall that they shared with Jack.
Jack was desperately trying to drown out the sounds from the next room. He lay on his stomach and grabbed his pillow placing it over his head and pressed it firmly against his ears. Still able to hear, he began to hum to himself. He once again felt incredibly lonely and in some twisted way betrayed. He drifted off into a fitful slumber and the drowned out noise lingered to haunt his nightmares.
A/N: Once again thanks for the reviews! Keep them coming! Oh, and congratulations to Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom for making People's 50 most beautiful people list of 2004. They both have really hot pics! If you haven't already, go check out People issue May 10, 2004. Yummy!