Author's Note: There's not too much action in this, I'm still building, and THANK YOU so much for the reviews, I promise that the next chapter will have more action/adventure, and a lot, a lot more Jack/William(child) and a lot more Jack/Elizabeth banter, and more mother/child... there will be ALOT more for the next chapter, which will probably be a slightly longer update... but, yeah... I thought this was an amusing chapter and I promise there will be a lot more in the next chapter, it'll probably be longer as well. ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy this. I promise next chapter will be more inclusive. This is def Jack/Elizabeth banter... because they amuse me... and yes, some of it will not make sense, bear with me, I'm working out kinks. Enjoy!! (The whole Pirate Smile comments will be fully explained in later chapters, so just smile and nod, thank you :)
The breeze was like hands, caressing her face. It had been two days since they had set sail. All they had to go on was whatever Jack's compass directed. Not exactly the way Elizabeth had decided to travel.
She had spent her nights on deck. She loved watching the ship chase the dark clouds. It was hard to remember how relaxing and serene it was to be at sea; especially when there were so many moments that had to be accounted for.
However, no matter how calm the sea was, her heart was at an unrest. Jack's comment was gnawing at her. A pirate smile? Her son did not have a pirate smile, and neither did her husband. He was a hardworking, honest, man.
Who, on many occasion, joined Jack to commit a certain notion of piracy. But that was it.
"Don't you sleep?" Elizabeth turned and looked at Jack. He smiled as he came to stand at the railing.
"I was thinking."
"Ah. A woman thinking is never a good sign." Jack shook his head. "Something stupid always happens when a woman thinks. Men lose common ground when a woman thinks."
Elizabeth glared at him. "The only men that suffer from a woman thinking, is a man who has too little of a self assurance."
Jack decided on not looking at her, clearing his throat. "You're just not a nice person."
"Pirate." She mumbled, looking back at the sea. Jack mimicked her angry tone, his own eyes staring at the watery abyss.
"What are you thinking about?"
"William." She sighed. "I haven't even told him about Will."
"He's a young whelp, he wouldn't know what to make of Will or the story you tell him. What does he know?" Jack looked at her.
"That Will is sailing the seas, doing a very important job." Elizabeth bowed her head. "Looking for bloody treasure."
"You told young William his father was off looking for treasure?" Jack chuckled. "And what a fine pirate he'll make."
"Oh, hush." Elizabeth groaned. "He was so fascinated by pirates. I didn't see the harm."
"I wonder if he likes rum. All great pirates like rum. We locked the cabinet that has the rum, by the way." Jack shot her a distrusting look. She rolled her eyes.
"You are not giving my son rum." She rested her chin in her hand.
"It would be funny, a young mind filled with rum, entertainment for the whole crew." Jack outspread his arms, gesturing to some grand audience.
"Sparrow." Jack lowered his hands, clearing his throat.
"Aye, no rum for the wee whelp."
The two stood in silence as the sky glittered off the ocean. Salt filled the air as the waves created it's own lullaby. There was a difference in the atmosphere, being on a ship in the ocean versus being on shore near the ocean.
"He does not have a pirate smile." Elizabeth said, avoiding his eyes.
Jack looked down at her and smirked, so, that was what they were leading up too.
"Aye, he does have a pirate smile, as Will has a pirate smile." His smirk increased. "As you have a pirate smile, love."
Elizabeth looked up sharply, standing straight against the railing. "I do not have a pirate smile!"
Jack laughed. "You do. It's not an insult." He placed his hand on his shoulder. "You take the world too heavy to heart love. You're at sea, the escape is calling your name."
"Jack--"
"Get some sleep." He smiled and turned to walk away. He stopped and looked at her. "I have some rum in my cabin, a little incentive to sleep perhaps?"
Elizabeth glared at him. Jack smiled and turned, whistling to himself.
She turned back and leaned against the railing. She pushed her hair behind her ear and sighed.
"Bloody pirate."
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She sat near the helm, watching William listen to another one of Gibbs' stories. It was the fourth day, and a restless crew decided to pace themselves in the hot sun. There was a small group, listening, almost as intently as William, with Gibbs. Some of the other men were watching the sea, drinking and talking of land legged tales. And a handful of men were doing the chores their Captain had assigned to them.
Speaking of Captains.
Elizabeth looked over to Jack. He had one hand on the helm, and the other holding his compass. His eyes were focused on the compass while his hand had a tight grip to keep the ship for straying straight.
"Prey tell," Her voice had a teasing undertone. "After we find Barbossa, what is your plan of action?"
He looked up and then forward to the sea. "My first step was to find you and have you sail with me. The next step," He paused, looked down at his compass, looked at her, and then looked back at the sea. "Is still underway."
"You don't have a plan of action?" Her voice rose slightly.
"Love, I don't know my own name most nights." He smiled. "I'm a man of due course."
"Due course?" She stared at him. "You mean, to tell me, that I have been sailing with you, under the pretense of a plan, but in reality, there is not even a back up plan!"
"Oh, no," Jack still refused to make eye contact. "There is a back up plan. I just don't know how we're going to get wenches so far from land."
Elizabeth's mouth hung slightly open. "This is ridiculous."
"Sticks and stones." He glanced at her, his smile never faltering.
"We've been sailing for, four days. Four, Jack. And we haven't seen any other ship, nor land. Where, in heaven's name, are you sailing too?"
"I'm sailing to what I want most." He shut the compass, positioning himself completely behind the helm. "And not running into anyone or anything, is always at the top of my priority list."
Elizabeth glared at him and turned her head to look at William. He was still being fascinated by the tall tales and old legends that had once filled Elizabeth's days at sea.
Jack bent his head back, shaking the heat of the sun from his brow. He looked over to his companion and mentally took note of how she was in a state of unease. He looked past her to the group of men listening to Gibbs' far off stories. In the middle was the tiny whelp. He watched as the boy's face lit up with every exciting sword fight ad every dashing hero. The whelp was Will's son alright. Jack looked back at Elizabeth and closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing over his face. She was always such a bloody head case.
"What's the point Jack?" Brown crashed with blue. "Because I am at a lost. I thought I was doing you a favor, but I'm not even sure anymore."
"You, are being a stick in the mud." Jack rolled his eyes. "What you need is a solid drink and a large pipe. That would solve the world's problems."
Elizabeth scowled. "You, Jack Sparrow, are the most insensitive male on the planet."
"Then me job on the planet is done." He shrugged and looked out to sea. "Let me be the most insensitive man in the heavens."
"This, is the most pointless voyage I will ever make." She stood up and marched down the stairs. Jack watched as she walked over to Gibb's and sat next to William, taking the boy into her lap.
"And you are the most infuriating woman and pirate I have ever had to sail with." Jack mumbled to himself. He looked out into sea, and then back at her. He stuck out his tongue, mumbled to himself again, and then continued to stare forward.
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"Elizabeth!" It was a hoarse whisper, and startled her. She turned to look over her shoulder to see Jack, wide eyed, standing near the door.
"What?" Her voice was filled with sleep. She didn't want to move, in case she was to wake up her son.
"I need you." He was filled with desperation, his eyes pleading with her.
"Excuse me?"
"Bloody," He began motioning with his hands for her to follow him. "Just get up!"
She sighed and slowly got out of the bed, grabbing her robe and tying it tightly about her.
"What's wrong?" Jack grabbed her arm and began pulling her out to deck.
"I told you I was accompanying Ms. Elizabeth Swann, former governor's daughter." Elizabeth's head was slightly sore as Jack's smug words wove in and out of her ears.
She rubbed her eyes and focused on what or who ever was in front of her. It was in the early morning, and she was still filled with sleep.
"Ms. Swann?" She looked to see a handsome man, his hand outstretched, waiting for her.
"Mrs. Turner, I was lately married." She placed her left hand, that had one of her mother's old rings on her wedding finger, in his hand. The solider took it, gently shaking it.
"Mr. Sparrow says that you asked him to accompany you to Italy." Elizabeth glanced at Jack who shrugged slightly and inconspicuously.
"I did." She smiled, taking her hand from his. "I have family and business to attend to. My son is in our cabin, and Jack is an old acquaintance. He saved my life many years ago, as did he save my husband. He's a good man."
The solider looked at her and then towards Jack.
"As the case may be, I wanted to offer you a passage on our ship. We have to make a stop off to Spain, but we will see you safely to your destination."
"Thank you, kindly." Elizabeth smiled. "I have pressing matters, and I can't delay my travels anymore then I already have."
He nodded his head. "As you wish Mrs. Turner."
"Thank you." Elizabeth smiled one more time, as the solider, and a few of his men, walked back to their ship.
Jack turned and smiled brightly to Elizabeth.
"What did I tell you?" He clapped his hands. "You are my ticket love. We need rum!"
Elizabeth looked as his happiness radiated over him. He turned and began heading towards his cabin, Elizabeth on his trail.
"What the bloody hell was that about?"
"That stupid ship stopped me." Jack said, pouring a large amount of rum into the glass on his desk. He stumbled a bit as he flopped into his desk chair. Elizabeth sat at the edge of his bed. "Can you believe him, thinking I kidnapped you."
"I didn't even feel the ship stop." Jack shook his head.
"You wouldn't, now bloody would you. I saw him from almost two bloody miles away." Jack shook his head. "I started to slow the boat. I knew not stopping would lead to," Jack waved his hand a bit, making a disgusted face. "Unpleasantness."
"I'm surprise they didn't shoot."
"I have a white flag." Jack pointed to the ceiling of his cabin. "Every sailor, who knows a thing or two about sailing, knows, that if a ship has a white flag they come in peace. It's assumed they have no gun powder or cannons."
"Do we not have gun powder or cannons?"
"They assume we don't. You don't go and bloody tell them you do." Jack raised his glass, drinking most of the contents in the one raise.
"How many cups have you had?"
Jack hit the glass to the desk and stared at her. Unsure if he should tell her or not.
"Two bottles."
"Jack!"
"My ship. My rum. My bloody do as I please!" He stared at her and then drank the last drops of his rum.
"I have a drunk captain sailing." Elizabeth put her head in her hands. "I am in shock you weren't arrested."
"For drinking?" Jack looked at her and shook his head. He immediately stopped and put his arms slightly out, almost as if balancing himself. It took him a second but he lowered his hands and looked at her. "This is the sea, every sailor, solider, and pirate drink, savvy?"
"Jack--"
"I'll be sober in a few hours." He shrugged, leaning into his chair. "Which is about the time we'll have to seriously begin sailing the ship. This is all drift and be merry."
Elizabeth looked at him, at the ceiling, and then to the door. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Don't I always?"