Chapter 4
A Meeting With Barbossa
By the look on the old pirate's face, Barbossa was probably thinking Jack hadn't been thinking as he proposed that idea. Perhaps he was thinking this bargain would benefit him more. On the other hand, Jack Sparrow's smug grin said otherwise. With every bargain he made, there was a catch, a secret catch. While dealing with him, the other person never got what they fully expected. Barbossa was exactly correct- He was an awful man and a good pirate.
A hand swept downward as Elizabeth made her way next to him. He placed his warm, rough palm against her back, putting pressure on the flesh beneath her dress as he rubbed his hand downward to rest on her lower back. He let his teeth shine in his smile as he tilted his head towards her to hear her whisper. "Don't worry, love." He assured her.
Honestly, did anyone really expect that Jack would for one moment put aside his greediness? Yes, he would receive his vessel back, but Barbossa would be in for something as well. Payback, it might be called, for stealing his ship in the first place. Or perhaps he was just a plain greedy man, dreading to share with this gruff old man that once was a friend of his. Jack never shared, unless it was rum with a pretty girl.
"Goody." He said, rushing out his one free hand to snatch Hector's in a firm handshake. The pirate's cruel mind wandered. Barbossa had been brought back from the dead once, but he doubted it would happen again, or at least hoped not. The both of them seemed to be men you just couldn't keep dead.
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Elizabeth hadn't expected the hand to come upon her as she made her way toward Jack, in fact, she was quite surprised when he had touched her period. Her expression didn't hide her surprise either, her brown eyes went wide as she stared at him for a second longer than needed. She was going to tell him not to touch her, but she just remained silent. She told herself she did so because she did not want to cause any more problems for Jack at the moment, but deep down she believed it was because she somewhat liked the tingling feeling she got from the mere contact of his hand on such a sensative area.
After she had said her words she looked at him for some sort of reaction and when he just reassured her she couldn't help but smirk slightly. She wasn't sure if he ever actually had a plan or if Lady Lucky real did treasure him somehow, because no matter what the situation was he usually came out on top. That was why Elizabeth somewhat liked being on his side of things, made for an easier outcome.
Hector raised a slight eyebrow at the two, for being married and not to fond of him Elizabeth was certainly worried about the outcome for Jack Sparrow. Of course that was none of his business and she was her own woman after all, life happened and he was no one to dictate what was right and wrong, the seas knew he'd done his fair share of "wrong" things in the past.
He couldn't help but smile slightly at the idea of having tha maps, but when Jack only just shook his hand he was a bit outraged. Instead of saying anything right away he just shook the man's hand and pulle d away again, acting as though the maps in his possession were of no concern of his at this very moment.
"Excellent, we shall meet over dinner in the living chambers to discuss the maps and a course of action." It wasn't a question but an order and it was his last as he started walking away from the two standing in the middle of the ship. To do what? Well, that he wasn't quite sure of yet.
Elizabeth watched as the man walked away and then she turned toward Jack, still keeping her voice to where only he could hear it, "Please tell me you have a plan."
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Jack could feel the married woman's body become tense with surprise as he touched her lower back. He wasn't phased by her shocked expression. He knew she wouldn't remove his hand. Slowly, within then ten years that Will would be away, Elizabeth Turner would surely warm up to Jack. He would make sure of it. Even though, he wasn't quite sure how many years were left before the Dutchman's new captain would arrive back in the mortal world. This would be the first time he had taken that said trip back to this world, and it wouldn't be the last. Unfortunately for some, William was a good man, and seemed intent on doing his job ferrying souls to the next world.
Watching Barbossa walk away after leaving Jack a last command, the pirate planted on a blank smile. He thought endlessly for a way to rid himself of the scraggly bearded man. He had done so once, with the single shot of his pistol, but thanks to Tia Dalma, he was back again. One would think they would settle their fued in this time being back together in a crew, but it hadn't been settled at all. The two still, in fact, wanted to kill each other.
Under Elizabeth's whispered question, Jack Sparrow raised his brows. "Not at all. But he's not going to be on me ship much longer." He replied, spinning suddenly away from her, expecting her to follow. Carelessly, he sauntered back over to the wheel of his old ship and gripped it affectionately. He rubbed the rough, burnt-looking wood as he focused his dark eyes out to sea. Being captain again, he didn't bother to ask for permission, nor warn a single soul before he turned the wheel of the vessel in a direction he was quite familiar with by now. He did not have a plan of how he was going to get Barbossa out of his hair, or how he was going to keep the maps or get to the Foutain of Youth without them, but he did have a plan of where exactly to go next.
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Barbossa entered the darkened room and took a seat in one of the chairs, removing his hat for a moment and rubbing his thinned hair. He knew Jack was up to something - when was that man not up to something? It was just a matter of figuring it out before his plan went into action. Speak to Elizabeth? After all he had married her and Will together - even if she seemed to be forgetting that fact from time to time recently. No, she was a good girl and she was probably just handling Jack's motions for the mere fact of finding a way to go to Fountain of Youth so she could spend eternity with Will himself. She was a smart girl after all.
He leaned back in the chair and placed his feet on the table in front of him, looking out the nearby window to see the deck of his - well, now Jack's ship. That thought left a sour taste in his mouth as he sat there glaring toward the wheel Jack was now standing at. He was really swallowing his pride to let him do such a thing and have nothing in return.
The only plan of his at the moment was to speak to Elizabeth, but something told him she wouldn't be telling a soul what was up - even if she did know.
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She should have known. Jack Sparrow didn't have a plan. When does he? Ever? She shook her head slightly as she watched him walk away from her and head back toward the wheel of the ship. At first she just stood there, unsure of where to place herself next. She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the crew members with a fake calm smile. No, they didn't make her nervous - Jack not having a solid plan made her very nervous.
Finally after a few moments of standing there she gave in and went after him, losing her balance slightly, making her grab onto the nearby railing for support as she walked up the steps, when Jack suddenly made the ship turn once more.
"God, do you get a kick out of doing that or something?" Her voice was full of annoyance as she walked up to stand next to him and the wheel, then her eyes flickered toward his. He wouldn't just stray the Pearl off course for no reason, he must have something in mind.
"Jack? Where are we going?" She asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
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Jack had occupied himself with squinting out to sea, trying to make sure they were on the right track to his destination. Indeed, they were, and the captain was rather confident once again, steering the vessel in the direction of the shore they had just parted from. The sea was still calm, thankfully, putting up with the argue over sea captains and their ships and maps. Calypso must be relaxed at the moment, or feeling merciful at the least.
When Elizabeth stumbled on her way towards him again, he watched with a sparkling in his dark eyes. He grinned slightly, having a sudden change of heart and deciding not to swing the ship into another sharp turn and send Elizabeth crashing into him again. "No, love. I just get a kick out of having you cling to me for balance. Makes a man feel strong." He teased, grinning at her with that confident and oh so charming smile. He charmed girls into bed with that smile of his, with that dirty pirate talk.
Turning his eyes back to sea, he let his mind wandered, inbetween Elizabeth's questions, quickly to Barbossa and the proposal he had made. A meeting? Well Jack surely wasn't going to be looking forward to that, unless there was rum involved. Hector, knowing his arch enemy- whom was somewhat like a little brother, would know he would come if there was rum. Indeed, there would be, so Jack was sure to be there. That could be either a good or bad thing on his part. Dinner was arriving upon them rather quickly.
"Tortuga." Jack Sparrow proudly stated the name of the pirate port. He had stopped there countless times, and had even picked up Elizabeth there just this morning. Yes, they had just left the drunken place, and they were already going back. "To fetch a crew." He explained. "Can't have a ship without a crew, and I do hardly consider most these scalywags on deck to be as such."
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Elizabeth's eyes went wide at the mention of where they were heading now, she was about to argue saying something along the lines of she had had enough of the drunken surroundings, but then he mentioned getting a crew. Looking around she noticed that the only true members of Jack's crew was Pintel and Ragetti, both good members, but not enough to carry a large ship such as the Pearl across the open sea.
She leaned against a nearby railing, watched as Jack gracefully lead them ship back in the direction they had once been leaving. It was slightly a waste of time to back petal, most pirates would have thought it wasn't worth it, but with Jack - everything seemed to be worth it. Of course, Elizabeth couldn't help but pulling out some sort of comment about his love for the awful place.
"'Course, I personally think you're going back for one last round with a wench." She smirked, just trying to edge him as he had her earlier, "Since that will be the last for awhile."
She eyed him a moment longer and then let her eyes travel toward the open sea, it was amazing how calm it was out there. One could see for miles, something that was rare with Calypso back in swing.
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Hector felt the ship turn and wanted to head back out and see where they were going, but with the rate his compass moved on the table near him he knew exactly where they were going - the question was why? Did they not have everything they needed? That was a silly question. Jack probably wasn't even looking for anything serious, just rum and women most likely.
"Pathetic fool - how he wakes up with all his limbs in the morning is beyond me." He mumbled, deciding it best to just stay in here for the mean time until something serious called for his attention.
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Jack patted his pockets with one hand that he had removed from the wheel. It seemed like he was looking intently for something, though he soon stopped the patting to return the hand to steer his ship strictly towards Tortuga. Whatever he had been looking for, it wasn't too much of a concern. Right now, he was just intent on gaining back his friends and crew, and then getting to the Fountain of Youth. Whether that included gruff old Barbossa on his vessel the whole, or most, of the while, he wasn't quite sure yet.
The captain couldn't help but emit a small laugh to humor Elizabeth in her comeback. She really was a snappy one when she wanted to be, bickering with him every chance she could. It was something that possibly attracted him to the lass, perhaps beyond her stunningly innocent and downright pretty looks. It was no secret that Jack Sparrow wanted Elizabeth. In his bed, that was. She was forbidden from him, which gave him the excitement to keep pushing on through her rejections and everyone's warnings that he should just back off or give it up. Jack was one of the most hard-headed there was out there.
"Is that so?" He replied softly, smiling at the thought she seemed so confident he wouldn't bed a woman for a good while. "Remember, dearie, Captain Jack Sparrow has his ways." No lie, he was a tricky one indeed. Elizabeth of all people should know that by now. "Keep an eye on the wheel, will you? It's time to pay Mr. scraggly beard a visit."
With that, Sparrow had abandoned the wheel of his ship, leaving Elizabeth in it's care. It was funny how he seemed to trust her so. Unlike most pirates these days, and most women her age these days, she was a trustworthy one. William must have rubbed off on her in that way, or else she was simply raised well.
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"Remember, dearie, Captain Jack Sparrow has his ways."
Elizabeth got his meaning behind his last phrase easily, but decided to play slightly desense she picked herself up off the railing and walked back toward Jack with a smirk, "You're welcome to bring a wench on board if the thought terrifies you that much."
With that she walked away toward the back of the boat - ship, and looked over the edge with a sense of peace. They were heading back to Tortuga, God knew how long they'd spend there. Jack says they were to stop for a crew, but knowing him they'd probably spend the night. Although, he might have learned his lesson the last time he spent the night at Tortuga - he woke up without a ship. Something told Elizabeth she highly doubted it.
Her elbows rested on the wooden rails as she watched the water below the ship. It was moments like these she enjoyed sailing the seas almost more than she enjoyed anything else in this entire world. It wasn't until Jack told Elizabeth to keep an eye on the wheel that she was drawn from her thoughts as she left the side of the ship and walked toward the wooden wheel.
"Have fun." She said with slight amusement as she watched Jack head toward the office he once called his own
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"Ah, Mr. Sparrow, I see you're right on time." Barbossa gave a mocking smile toward the man as he sat at the table with his boots on the fine wooden square. He pointed toward a chair across from him openly, as if they had been old friends, "Please take a seat. Let us discuss further plans on heading toward the Fountain, shall we?"
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As he walked away, Elizabeth's last retort caught his ears. He stopped for a moment, lips parting to speak, but then he fell silent. He was going to mention something like 'Oh, but there already is a wench on board.' You know, something mean of those sorts. Instead, he just sighed, held it in, and entered the doors of the Captain's Quarters. It was curious, since Jack was never one to hold back a mean insult, whether it was accurate or not. He usually just blurted out whatever came to mind, no matter what it was. But, as much as he could pull it off that she was, her no longer being a virgin and all, He knew Elizabeth Turner was no wench. There were a million things Jack Sparrow could say to her to make her feel insulted, confused, and hurt. But, instead he kept quiet, brushing off her comments like they were flakes of snow. He'd have a nice little talk with her later, after he was done with Barbossa.
Something inside Jack flared up at the sight of the thinning bearded man, content and relaxed in his office, his feet up on the table. The true captain grumbled softly, but eventually walked over to the seat Barbossa had indicated. Of course, the ego he had swelling inside him, wouldn't let him obey the former captain. He stood, examining the table for a good while with rum-greedy eyes. Calmly, he collected his little glass of the stuff, and downed it savoringly before he finally took a seat across from the gruff old man.
"Oh, yes, of course. Did I not tell you? We're already on the way toward Tortuga." He told Hector in a laid back, careless fashion as he inspected the wine glass in his hand. He set it down and looked back up at Barbossa with a mocking smile. "But after I accquire back my crew, then I'll be on my way to the Fountain."
And then an idea struck the captain. He fell silent, thinking. What if he were to leave Barbossa at Tortuga? It couldn't be too terribly hard, as the man would probably assume Jack wasn't going to leave him alone on his ship again, for fear it would not be there when he returned. However, Sparrow would find a way, or try to at least.
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"Tortuga?" Barbossa asked, not in the least bit surprised at the man's words. He figured as such, when he had left the harbor of Tortuga he hadn't exactly rounded up Jack's orginial crew. He pretty much just grabbed men that were around, it just so happened that Pintel and Regatti were on board. Good for them. He always considered them slightly useless apart, so having them together was a gift, at least it kept them out of his hair. Sure, they were good pirates, dumb as a box of rocks, but good pirates nonetheless. One did not have to have brains to be a good pirate, just smarts.
Hector removed his feet from the table and leaned forward, listening to Jack as he spoke of him going back on the search for the Fountain. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at how power hungry the man was, that was probably how he got himself into so much trouble, trying to always remain on top, something that wasn't always easy to do in these times. Of course, somehow, and even Barbossa had to admit is, Jack always did seem to come out on top. Lady Luck truly was onthe man's side when it came to such things.
"To retrieve your crew." He repeated, leaning back in the chair, "And what if they refuse to go with you, Jack? I mean, how many times have you let them down in the past? I'm sure they've had their gut full by know, don't you think?"
Elizabeth eyed the office for a moment, unable to really see anything once Jack had entered and shut the door, but she was still curious as to what sort of conversation was being had. She knew Jack could probably outsmart Barbossa, but it would have to be in an unGodly manner since Barbossa was used to most of the man's tricks. She just hoped Jack still had a bit of luck left for him.
She honestly wasn't sure why he wanted to rid himself of Barbossa, sure, the man had tried to kill him a few times, but so had she - he was banning her from the ship. The man had handed over the Pearl to him without any real fight, but that just wasn't good enough for Jack. Then again, with him it usually had to be all or nothing and he rarely, if never, settled for nothing.
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Jack smiled at each of Barbossa's words, simply because they brought him amusement. If he was trying to bring Jack down in the dumps, it wasn't working. He was one of those pirates that was intent on being...content. He was one of those pirates who fought to get what he wanted, no matter who he was hurting. He was the kind that took whatever bad he got and turned it into something workable, just to piss off the person who gave him the bad. There are often times he is unhappy, like when he returned to the port with the two saucy wenches who wished to see his ship, only to realize that it had been stolen. Then he was a little irritated, and it showed, and that resulted in two slaps across his pirate face. Right now was one of those times that nothing could damper his cocky mood.
Yes, Lady Luck was on his side a rather lot. Probably because he'd slept with her too, along with Tia Dalma, Anamaria, Sao Fang's asian servents, and just about any other attractive woman on this side of the earth. And as such luck would have it, maybe he'd find his whole crew and board his ship- without Barbossa. There was no need to have him aboard anyway. He was just a waste of room and air they were breathing. Besides, he'd probably only try to have Jack killed again, which wouldn't be very pleasant at all.
"Oh, don't you worry about that Hector. I'll get my crew. As many times as I may have...let them down...as you say, they know I'll succeed in the end." Sparrow retorted mockingly. No one could touch Jack right now, or wipe away his giddy smile. He could tell he was about to make Barbossa very irritated with it. Almost subconsiously, he peered around the room to make sure there was no undead monkey about to jump at him. He really did despise that thing at times.
"And.." He started up again as he stood from his seat to circle around the table. He took up Barbossa's glass of rum and swallowed it greedily and unsympathetically. "..I'm not leaving ya alone on me ship again, so try to busy yourself with something in Tortuga, will ya? Perhaps find men to add to the crew, pick up a wench if your hideous beard doesn't scare 'er away, you know..." It was slightly humorous, at least to Jack, how he added that in so smoothly.
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Barbossa watched as Jack took his glass of rum and drank it down easily, the older man rolled his eyes at how the captain was addicted to such a liquid. Sure, he had to admit he enjoyed the dark rum from time to time, but no where near as often as Jack did. He seemed to always been under the influence of the stuff. Good, it was always easier to steal things from men who were drunk or hungover.
As it seemed right now their conversation wasn't going to head anywhere, so Barbossa just stood up and walked around Jack with ease, eying him for a moment before reaching for the door handle and opening it for the man, "Then don't bother me until we reach Tortuga, if you don't mind. I have some things I need to look over."
He lied, he just wanted to sulk in private. No sense in showing Jack that maybe, just maybe, he had gotten the best of Hector Barbossa, but only for now. No, Barbossa wouldn't let it last for long. His pride just wouldn't allow such a thing.
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Even if it had not really been that way, that Barbossa's spirit as a captain had been dampened, Jack would have taken it as such. He always like to imagine that he had gotten the best of his opponents, even if it wasn't entirely so. Honestly, it didn't matter, because in time Jack Sparrow always won. Or...almost always won. He was a deathly persistent man, never stopping until he got what he wanted, or found something he wanted more, or simply just lost interest. One thing that would never be the cause of him not succeeding is that he gave up. Jack never gave up.
The captain followed Hector with his eyes as he stood and led him to the exit. Jack stared, standing by the table for a good moment, lips pursed in thought. What things could he possibly want to look over that didn't involve him- it being Jack's ship again and all. Nevertheless, after setting down the empty wine glasses, Sparrow moved towards the door Barbossa had opened for him. "This is my office." He reminded, eyeing the character as if he were going to refuse and kick the man off his ship right then and there. Instead, Jack left it at that, sauntering out the door with a proud ego glow. There was something about the scraggly bearded man that seemed like he should be kept aboard for just awhile longer.
Now back to Elizabeth Turner. With a respectable nod towards the familiar plump and skinny pirates, Jack made his way across the deck and towards the wheel of his beloved ship. Seeing that she hadn't swung the ship into a random direction, run into any large rocks or anything, or let them blow off course, Jack was quite pleased as he approached her from behind. His arms lifted to brush her shoulders from where he stood silently behind her. His hands moved slowly down her arms until his hands rested over hers on the wooden wheel. He breathed softly through a smile, his lips placed close to her ear.
"You're becoming quite the pirate, m'dear." He commented in a low voice. His body was barely brushing the back of hers. This is what he called seduction. But, of course, such a thing wouldn't work against a happily married woman such as Elizabeth, correct? Ha. That's what she would like him to believe.
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Barbossa had expected him to tell him to get out, leave the office that rightfully belonged to him - at least in Jack's eyes. But he didn't, he just simply walked out leaving the old man in the offices alone as he shut the door and went back to sit down in the chair he had just been occupying. His feet went up on the table once more as he watched Jack head back up to the wheel toward Elizabeth and he shook his head, "I'll be damned, Pintel was right - Gonna owe him a bottle of rum."
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Elizabeth had been enjoying the view of the sea as she stood with her hands resting on the wooden wheel, there wasn't much she had to do since it was already heading in the right direction toward Tortuga. She just had to stand there and make sure the wind or something didn't take them off course. When she heard the door shut to the office area she knew one of them was coming out - most likely Jack. She didn't bother turning around to look, just let the breeze of the sea roll over her face as she stood there.
When she felt the familiar warm sensation of Jack's hands on her shoulders she was tempted to pull away, but instead just stood her ground, acting as though nothing was happening at all. She had to swallow hard to contain the jagged breath rising in her throat when his hands fell upon hers. At first she ramained still, just watching the sea, but finally the spark sensation in her stomach became too much to bear she pulled her hands from under his and turned around, not expecting him to be this close.
her eyes went wide in shock at the sight of his face mere centimeters away from hers. She bit down on her bottom lip as she stared into his eyes with intensity before regaining her composure, "Just manning the ship until its captain returns." Her voice was equally low as she leaned forward as though she were going to kiss him, but then quickly ducked out from between his arms and took a few steps away.
"So Barbossa fine with us heading to Tortuga?" She asked as though nothing had happened - God, she was getting good at hiding things.
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A smirk crossed his features as Elizabeth ripped her hands away from his. She acted as if he were one giant red hot coal, and it would simply kill her to touch him. Too loyal to Will, he found her to be. Most of the time, at least. He would never be able to rid his memory of the day he died. Jack liked to tell himself that she killed him just so she could kiss him. Yes, he did rather enjoy that thought. Was he going to kill him again now, as she leaned close, her lips within centimeters. No. He felt a rush of cool, fresh air hit his face as she ducked underneath his arm. He raised his brows, turning around and closing in the space she had taken up so that he was resting against the wheel of his ship.
" 'O course. It's not like 'e would have a say in it otherwise. The man's in denial. 'e's got this crazy idea he has some control. Loony." He told her, arms crossed firmly over his chest as his gaze followed the girl. He found it quite enjoyable to make fun of Barbossa, even though the man was nearly his equal. Nearly…but not quite.
Though his main concern was to mess with her mind a tad, tempt her and tease her, he didn't mind talking business. For some reason, it filled him with pride to see her separate from her holey, justice, good-girl ways and laws that her departed father had raised her by. Maybe it was because he was sure it was him who had exposed her to the pirate life. Him, and her dearest William.
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Elizabeth shook her head slightly, trying her best to get the images out of her mind. She had wanted to kiss Jack Sparrow. That's right; Elizabeth Turner wanted to kiss Jack Sparrow, it was at the last moment she pulled away, knowing she was just another one of his pawns. That's what got her the most - was that she secretly found herself falling and drawn to this man when all she was was a stupid pawn in his seduction games. That really seemed to get her. She was not going to be one of his other wenches, besides, she was a happily married woman after all. Well, the married part was right.
"How long do we plan to stay at Tortuga? I'm staying on the ship." She added, "No way I'm going to down there to be groped by men who believe they are God's gift to women, although, I think I'm already getting that on this ship."
She was obviously talking about Jack and she didn't care if he knew it. She just gave a simple smile and walked off toward the edge of the ship again, looking down at the blue water that crashed all around them as they headed back toward Tortuga.
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Each insult she shed just made Jack smile. His ego was far too inflated to have the words mean anything against him. Of course, he always had a good comeback in mind. "Believe? What if they needn't believe? What if they are?" He retorted, his eyes slipping down from her face to move over the length of her body. If only she knew what wonders he could do for a woman. Things far more ungodly than William would ever perform. Dark brown eyes suddenly snapped away, back out to sea as he gnawed at his lower lip. The girl had wanted to kiss him. He knew that. He also accepted the fact that he wanted to kiss her as well. Hell, Elizabeth even knew that Jack wanted to take her to bed with him. She was an attractive woman, therefore worthy of his bed.
He'd tame her. He'd do these things to her, tempt her, until she didn't pull away from his touch anymore. It was unbelievable that she had been able to stay out of his reach for this long. Elizabeth, no longer a virgin thanks to Will, had tasted blood, and now wasn't she supposed to want more? If she was to stay loyal, she couldn't have more between a ten year period. Ten years was a long time.
"Jus' a while." He answered suddenly, as if he had forgotten she had asked how long they were going to stay in Tortuga, and he had just now remembered. "Long enough to round up a crew." Usually, Sparrow would stay a day, giving him time to pick up a wench and a few loads of rum. But this time, it wouldn't go that way. It was just this morning that he had left a woman in bed to wake up alone, her godly gift to all woman no longer sleeping beside him. Jack Sparrow knew that if he happened to run into her, he'd be in for a good slap- something he was used to by now.
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Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "It must be exhausting for you to live with that ego at all hours of the day and night." She smirked slightly as she turned around from the edge and leaned against the old wood of the ship, facing Jack with an amused look.
She knew the wonders he could do for her - well, she didn't doubt they were wonders. Of course, she'd thought about it a few times, but she was only human after all. Thinking and acting were two very different things. She knew he had experience out the ears and was probably very talented in many areas, but that didn't change the fact that she was married. It didn't matter that that man would be gone for the next ten years, she would be loyal. She had to be, there was no other choice. Not in her mind at least. Of course she had her needs, but they would just have to be put on hold for the next ten years, no harm in that, right?
Ha, it wouldn't be that easy. She knew that much.
"What if they refuse to come with you?" She asked, deciding to drop the subject, hoping it would pull her mind away from it as well. She needn't think about such things, especially when it comes to being about Jack. She would have to be a true lady and keep her thoughts as far from such topics as possible.
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Jack's vision had swept back onto Elizabeth as she moved to lean against the edge of the ship. He released his lower lip, his mind wandering perversely. When reality finally came back to him, he busied himself with her current question, the same one Barbossa had posed to him just moments before. Why was everyone so convinced his crew would refuse and deny him? They'd see. As soon as they docked at Tortuga, Gibbs, Cotton and his parrot, and Marty would come running up gleefully to their captain. Or at least, Jack hoped they would.
"Well…" He murmured softly, rising off of the wheel of his ship to move closer to Elizabeth, step by agonizingly slow step. His eyes caught hers and a smug grin appeared on his lips. "For you, let's hope that they come with me. Otherwise, we'll be nearly all alone on this ship." He told her, emphasizing 'all alone'. On the other hand, Jack wouldn't mind that at all, as he slowly moved out one hand towards Elizabeth. He lowered his gaze to her hand, his fingers barely brushing the flesh there. Dark eyes flitted back up to hers with raised brows, like he was checking to see if she would pull again.
This was when he was going to tempt her again, tug her deeper into his seduction trap. It worked instantly on all other women, but Elizabeth was completely different, he had come to realize. She was more complex, and much deeper than the wenches of Tortuga. Nevertheless, Jack Sparrow was ruthlessly going to make Elizabeth question her love for Will.
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Elizabeth watched as he began to walk toward her. His steps were slow and it made her raise a slight questioning eyebrow toward him. She knew what he was trying to do - Jack Sparrow always did seem to have one up on the art of seduction. She'd give him that, he was probably better than Will and any other man Elizabeth had come across, but seduction only went so far. As far as she was concerned it was nothing more than empty promises hidden in fancy words.
"All alone?" She questioned as he reached out and took her hand, part of her screamed for her to pull away. To just glare him down and tell him never to touch her again, another part just wanted her to play along with his game, not show him that she was afraid of what would happen if she were to give him. Not to give him the upper hand. Then the last part of her slightly wanted to touch him, but she refused to even think of that part.
Finally she took a few steps forward so that she was lightly pressed against him with a look of seduction in her own eyes, "Who said I don't like the idea of being all alone?" Of course she was playing his game, what else would she to do? Act as though he were a flesh eating virus? Well, that was always an option. Of course, a piece in her mind really did think such a thing - but just a tiny piece.
"Pity, I suppose. I'm sure you could do me wonders." She smiled seductively, taking a few steps back from him and looking him up and down before shrugging her shoulders. With that she pulled her hand away and walked away from him yet again, once her back was turned toward him she couldn't help but blush slightly at her sudden actions and then smirk at the effect she probably had on him by doing it.
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Electrical currents split through Jack's body, running between his legs and shooting through his chest as Elizabeth stepped forward boldly to brush his body with her own. His other hand moved to her back where he spread his palm and pressed her a tad bit closer, and then the same hand raised to place against her neck, tilting her mouth towards his. Their lips were incredibly close as she spoke to him in that seductive little voice. Her words honestly surprised him, but he knew what she was doing. Jack had found out before that as much as he could play his tempting games on her, she could do the very same to him. But, her games were not to get him to crawl into bed with her. She did that as plain torture for him.
Jack Sparrow's mouth had almost collapsed onto hers when she decided to suddenly walk away from him. He was left standing there awkwardly, his entire body vibrating with his desire to just strip her of her clothing and have his way with her. That was so Jack, wanting such a thing from a married woman. Maybe it was a lucky thing for her that she had walked away just in time, or else Ragetti and Barbossa would be oweing a few good bottles of rum.
With a glance back at her, Jack sneered faintly. "Damn her." He muttered underneath his breath. But how many time would she be able to walk away from him just like that? The captain returned to the wheel of his ship, turning it just a tad to get them back on course from where they had strayed. Unfocused eyes out on sea, he could spot the fringe of Tortuga's dock along the horizon. However, his mind wasn't on Tortuga any longer, thanks to Elizabeth Turner.
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arraya- Iiiiii will post more now!
halcyon x- Oh, yes that definitely does make sense. But, you know, this is a roleplay between me and Tink. I tried to make it run as smoothly as possible, though. So sorry, I hope you're still enjoying it! I did try to take that advice and...yeah, the next chapter will be better at running smoothe. And spank you, for the compliment of my Jack. I play Sparrow, Ragetti, Francis, Gibbs, and Cotton. Tink plays all others.