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She was sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, staring at him. He was sitting on a chair across from the bed, staring at her. He narrowed his eyes and looked up at her forehead. She turned her head to the side, questioning him with her eyes.
"What?" She snapped. He pointed up to her wound.
"Where'd you get that?" He drawled. She reached up and touched it, wincing.
"The pirates... when they took me out of my home," She said, looking him in the eye. He nodded his head, something burning inside of him telling him he needed to get revenge. No, no, Jack, he thought. She has her little husband to do that. He just needed to take care of her until they got her back into the whelp's arms. He got up and left the room, heading below deck. Mr. Gibbs stopped him in his tracks.
"What is Ms. Elizabeth doing here?" He asked him frantically. He followed Jack down the stairs, looking at him.
"I bought her," Jack said. Mr. Gibbs opened his eyes wide and his mouth fell open, and he almost tripped on the last stair.
"Bought her? What in the bloody hell are you talking about, Jack?" He asked as Jack walked over and got a bunch of cloths and a jar of water. Jack turned and headed for the stairs again, almost knocking into Gibbs as he did so.
"She was being sold as a slave... so I took her off the pirate's hands," Jack said, turning and smiling at Gibbs. "We're going to have to set sail for Port Royal and bring her back to darling Will," He said angrily.
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Elizabeth watched Jack get up and walk out of the room abruptly. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, wondering what she could have said to make him angry. She shook her head and got up off the bed and searched around the cabin. It was significantly smaller than the cabin on the Pearl. She sighed, thinking of the lost ship. Then, the matter of the name of this one came back into her mind. Why wouldn't Jack tell her?
He came back into the cabin a second later, a jar full of water and a cloth in his hands. Her heart started beating faster immediately as she walked back over to the bed and sat back down. She wished that Jack didn't affect her the way he did. It made her feel guilty. He sat the water on the table and dipped the cloth in it, ringing it out. He then walked over to her and sat down, the small bed sinking slightly with him.
"Turn towards me," He said, and she did it. Usually she'd protest, she'd tell him she could do it herself, but no words dared try to leave her lips. He cupped her face with one of his hands and pressed the cloth to her wound with the other. She winced slightly at the contact, and he copied her.
"Sorry," He muttered, working away at it with the wet cloth. He then got one of the dry cloths and wrapped it around her head, tying a knot in it and sitting back to look at his work.
"Now it looks like you're wearing a bandana as well," He said, smiling. She couldn't help but smile back, but it disappeared as soon as it came. She coughed a bit, and then raised her eyebrows.
"Jack... What is the name of this ship?" She asked him.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked, sitting back and folding his arms.
"I just... do," She said. She had no real reason. She was just interested because he wouldn't tell her.
"Where's Will?" Jack asked. "Why hasn't he come for you?" Jack asked. She looked down.
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He was waiting for an answer. If she would tell him what he wanted to know, he would tell her what she wanted to know, embarrassing as it may be.
"What's the name of the ship?" She insisted, looking hurt.
"Why are you avoiding the subject of Will?" He asked, a slight smile coming onto his face.
"Because I want you to tell me what the name of the ship is," She said.
"Let's make a trade. You tell me and I'll tell you. Tell me about dear William and your wonderful married life together. Is it as wonderful as you thought it would be?" He asked her, staring at her through narrowed eyes. She was looking away from him, her arms wrapped around herself. Something was wrong with this situation, and he had to know what it is. "Why won't you say anything about him, Lizzie?" Jack said, softening his tone.
"Because you won't tell me what the name of this ship is," She said, continuing to avoid his eyes. He smiled, and shook his eyes.
"You are one of the most stubborn women I have ever met," Jack said.
"What's the name of the ship?" She asked.
"Where's Will?" Jack retorted.
"What's the name, Jack?" She asked again.
"Where's Will, Elizabeth?" He said back. She closed her eyes tightly, and then jumped off the bed and rounded on him. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"He's dead, Jack. Okay? Will's dead. He's DEAD. He died a year ago, and I'm still not over it. Consumption, the doctor told me. I sat by him every night and watched him waste away, coughing up blood. He's dead, Jack, and that's why he's not coming for me. Are you happy now?" She said, stomping down on the deck of the ship. No, he wasn't happy. He had no idea this was what she was going to say. A tear fell onto her cheek and she reached up and put her hands over her face and turned away from him, sobbing silently. He got up off the bed, his face creased with concern and approached her slowly, not quite sure what to do. Right when he was about to put his hand on her shoulder she stepped forward and pushed the cabin door open, racing away from him.