Author's Note: Hello everyone! It's been awhile, hasn't it? School is being a little hard on me of late... So here's chapter 3. I hope you enjoy. Chapter four will be up by Saturday morning! I PROMISE! I have major tests on Friday, so I promise that I'll finish ist by Saturday morning!
SIDE NOTE: Thank you! Thank You!Neit Sparrow, for supporting my story! You're too kind!
Chapter 3
Beginnings
About ten minutes after Elizabeth, she saw Ragetti get kicked out with Jack yelling after him and shutting the door again with a slam. She smiled to herself before walking towards the cabin with her bottle of rum for Jack. She knew she could have saved him earlier from Ragetti, but she wasn't going to let him off that easy.
Elizabeth knocked twice on his door and he cried out.
"For god's sake! I will not eat that vile concoction even if it's---" he paused in midsentence as Elizabeth opened the door and waved a bottle of rum in his face.
He looked taken aback before saying. "Oh, hello," a smirk playing about his lips. He stepped back a bit and said calmly. "Thank you," and accepted it, opening it and taking a long draught of it. He sighed happily.
Elizabeth smiled at him. "You're welcome," she closed the space inbetween them. "Captain,"
Jack nodded. "Glad to see I haven't lost it,"
"Lost what?" she sat down across from him.
Jack smiled again. "Lost..." he waved his arms about. "Everything,"
Elizabeth pursed her lips. "Well, you very well may have," she crossed her arms and stared defiantly at him.
"Well, I didn't. I came back, luv," he said softly before taking another sip of rum.
A moment passed between them that seemed to stop the whole world. Jack's eyes met Elizabeth's and their gazes were on each other, acknowledging no one but the other.
Elizabeth whispered. "I'm glad you did,"
Jack and Elizabeth seemed to be the only one's in the world. Nothing would ever tear them apart again. Jack put his rum down and stepped to embrace Elizabeth. She laid her head on his chest.
"Oh Jack," she said, as she snaked her arms around him.
He tenderly embraced her. "Elizabeth, my Lizzie,"
She let out a stifled laugh that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. "I'm so glad you're alright. I thought you were gone for good," she clung to him as if her life depended on it. Jack placed a tender kiss on her lips. As they broke away Elizabeth whispered with her eyes closed.
"Never let me go,"
Will sat in his cabin room, his features set into a grim line. What was he to do? He was about to lose the person that he had loved the most in the world for all of his life and his father was perishing on the The Flying Dutchman and here he was. He knew that he sounded ridiculous, but what was he to do? Elizabeth meant the world to him? It was all he could do not to go tearing into Jack's cabin and beat the bloody pulp out of him. He knew that that wouldn't solve any of his problems.
He contemplated his options. There wasn't much he could do. Let the woman of his dreams go to another man, a pirate, or have her by his side for the rest of his life, unhappy and pining. Obviously, the heroic thing to do was to let her go. But it was easier said that done.
He banged a fist into the wooden desk. Jack Sparrow had won Elizabeth's heart when he had failed. It was evident that the two were in love. Or at least, Elizabeth was in love. Will wished that time would just reverse itself and they could go back to the days in Port Royal. He reminiscined about what could have and should have happened.
There was nothing for him here. He wanted Elizabeth to be happy and the only way that such a thing would occur is if he were to forget about his feelings and move on. It was time to face the truth. With that in mind, he flung open the door of his cabin and stalked towards Jack's cabin. Damn that window. Through the window, the glowing light of the candle surrounding the two, they stood in embrace, happy and content. He couldn't even tell Elizabeth of his plans to forget their engagement right.
Reluctantly, he turned and sadly trudged away. He sat by the waters edge, staring out at the dark sky with the stars glittering. He had spent all his life loving Elizabeth and yet she found another to love. What exactly had inrigued her to Jack? It puzzled him at times. What was it that rum-soaked bastard had that he didn't? Oh, right. A ship. And an uncanny love for rum. And Elizabeth. That was one thing that they had in common.
Jack's cabin door opened and out came Elizabeth. She spotted Will sitting where she had left him one morning.
She carefully took a seat beside him and stared into the same direction that he was looking. "A penny for your thoughts," she said softly.
Will looked at her for a moment intently. "I'm glad that Jack is well again," he started, his voice soft and genuine.
Elizabeth knew what was coming. She kept a still tongue in her head and gave Will a small encouraging smile.
"And," he continued. "I understand that you have developed feelings for him. Actually, I think I've known that for awhile, I just... didn't want to face it," he took in a breath shakily. "Elizabeth, I love you... very much. It would make me the happiest man on this earth if you were to marry me. But, I know that I can't possibly live with myself if I married you when you love Jack. I'm breaking off the engagement. For you. I hope you live a happy life with him and one day... when you're most happy, I hope you remember me. Keep me, at least, in your thoughts," he finished, his voice gentle and his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Oh, Will," Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears at what Will was doing for her. "Thank you," she whispered. She embraced him tightly and pulled away. "I'll always remember you. I promise you that,"
The morning dawned bright and early. Jack was walking about towards the kitchen where Elizabeth was busily making breakfast for the crew and herself. Intrigued, Jack steathily made his way towards her. She was stirring something in a pot and it's smell was absolutely delicious. Jack took one long step towards her and stuck his face right to the side of her's.
"Morning luv," he growled.
Elizabeth looked sideways at him, and smiled. "Good morning," she went right back to her cooking.
Perplexed, Jack didn't move away. "Is that any way to greet a Captain?" his voice held mock severity.
A smile playing on her lips, Elizabeth followed suit and replied. "Why, I don't believe I've ever learned the real way to greet a Captain! I believe you are going to have to show me," she turned around, a smug look on her face.
Jack pretended to think. "Very well. It would be only spiteful if I didn't teach you," he leaned in and kissed Elizabeth deeply. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his sturdy body and clung for dear life. It seemed that her legs had become like jelly whenever Jack kissed her. She couldn't help it.
When he pulled away, she reluctantly opened her eyes. "What would I ever do without you?" she asked of him.
Jack smiled and a deep growl seemed to form at the bottom of his throat. "Lizzie, luv," taking his arm that had been around Elizabeth's waist, he curled the edges of his mustache, and he gave her this look that made seemed to make her melt.
Mr. Gibbs came blustering into the kitchen. "Oy, you luvbirds! The rest of us gotta eat! Come on, then! Hop to it!" he chuckled as he turned and left. He was glad that Elizabeth and Jack were in love. He was actually quite a romantic person, deep inside. Very deep inside.
"Well, um, I suppose I'd better get this food around," she started taking bowls from the pantry and spooned generous amounts of food into each one and set several basket-fulls of bread and fruit outside on a wooden table.
Jack withdrew himself. His mustache seemed to have started to wilt and he grinned as he took two bowls out with him, shouting. "Breakfast, crew!"
Elizabeth smiled after him and set about to get the rest of the food outside. After breakfast was over, she wandered towards the garden that started to grow behind the cabins. All sorts of flowers seemed to grow. Abnormally large red roses, tulips, sunflowers and some that she couldn't even name. She wandered from one to the next and paused to smell the red roses. An overpowering sensation took over her and she was left with a strange feeling within. It was only then that she realized that there was a beautiful spring among the shrubbery. She plucked the rose from the many and made her way back towards Jack's cabin.
She sat down on the large bed and looked around her. There was nothing left for her to do. Will and the other's decided to venture out towards the wilderness and Jack was nowhere to be seen. It had been awhile since she doted pleasures on herself. She decided to take a very, long, relaxing bath in that spring. Afterall, she had earned it. With that, she set about preparing, a little song on her lips.
