Summary: During his search for the Fountain of Youth, Captain Jack Sparrow's dinghy is caught in a storm and wrecks nowhere else but the island Will Turner had left Elizabeth Swann. Post AWE. One-shot.
Shipwrecked
Captain Jack Sparrow was caught in a storm. Not the best position to be in when only aboard a dinghy, he knew. He also knew that it'd blown him off course. What he didn't know was where he was.
All the pirate captain was aware of was the wind shrieking and the waves roaring in his ears. He grabbed at a loose rope, but it whipped across his face. He gasped, gritting his teeth. He'd just managed to grasp the rope when the small boat veered sharply to the left.
He looked up, eyes widening as he spotted rocks not far ahead. The dinghy was heading straight for them. He groped for another rope. Finding it, he pulled sharply to the right, hoping to pull the craft off-course of the rocks.
It didn't work.
A mere few seconds before his dinghy crashed, Jack threw his hands up to shield his face. The impact of getting through on the rocky beach still knocked him unconscious anyway.
*X*
Elizabeth Turner heard a loud splintering sound above the rain. She glanced out the window of her small house- shared by her son, who was soon turning six. What she saw was the remains of some type of boat and a man lying on the rocks at the edge of the beach. The man was unmoving, either dead or unconscious. It was too dark and stormy to recognize him.
After what felt like an hour, he finally got to his knees, retching out what seemed to be blood. He slowly got to his feet, head turning to look at his surroundings. He seemed to spot her house and began to trudge toward it, being painfully mindful of the rocks so as not to slip.
Elizabeth, not sure to dread the man or welcome him in, shrank back from the window. She sat down, waiting, wondering who possibly would take such a small boat out in hopes of actually getting somewhere. She could only think of one man, yet she hoped it wasn't him.
A loud knock sounded on the door. She dragged herself to her feet slowly. She headed for the door. The person outside was clearly desperate, knocking a second time. She opened the door.
She took a moment to study the man's appearance. His lower body didn't seem to have taken any damage from his unfortunate accident, let her eyes caught traces of blood as she moved her gaze upwards. His hands and forearms were bleeding rather badly, no doubt taking a good portion of the blow.
Her eyes shifted to his bloodied face and she gasped in shock and recognition.
Jack!
"Can I come in, love?"