Something More Than Before
Chapter 9 – Rose Petals and Candlelight
In front of Elizabeth was Jack's four-poster bed. Elizabeth felt a rush of affection for Jack as she saw that the floor and the pillows on the bed were littered with petals taken from red roses. Surrounding the bed, and covering the entire room, were beautiful lit candles, their light making Jack and Elizabeth's shadows dance on the wall. Elizabeth looked around at Jack, who was smiling.
"Jack, I can't believe you did this..." she said affectionately, "...for me."
"Well, I thought that your first time should be special," Jack said simply.
"Will wouldn't have done this," Elizabeth remarked quietly.
Jack moved closer to her, and put his arm around her shoulder. "I'm not Will, though."
Elizabeth smiled and nodded, turning to look up into Jack's warm eyes. "Thankyou," she whispered.
"No problem," he whispered back, pulling her into a deep kiss. She responded immediately.
Jack gently, in case Elizabeth protested in any way, pushed her further and further until together they fell onto the bed. They had stopped kissing and Elizabeth pulled Jack's shirt over his head.
"You're eager," he laughed as she threw the shirt onto the floor. She smiled devilishly and kissed him again. And then, everything seemed to become a romantic blur as hands scrambled at clothing, and then everything seemed to fall into place.
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Will was surprised when he woke up next to a pretty blonde and was...naked. Why was he naked? His eyes widened in shock. He sat bolt upright. Giselle stirred next to him, her eyes fluttering open. She groggily looked up at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, yawning widely.
"We didn't...you know...did we?" Will asked, praying the answer was no.
"Well," Giselle said, sitting up, "we were going to...but you lost your confidence," she said, casting a glance down at his...ahem.
"So we didn't sleep together?" Will asked, ignoring the insult on his doo-dah.
"No," Giselle said, shaking her head.
"Good," Will said happily, scrambling out of the bed and quickly putting all his clothes on. He raced out of the door, down the stairs and slammed the front door behind him, but Giselle was too tired and hung-over to listen or even care.
He stumbled out onto the streets of Tortuga, again, and made his way straight to the docks. He shielded his eyes from the sun and searched carefully for the ship with black sails that he knew to be the Black Pearl. To his great dismay, the ship wasn't there.
He dejectedly walked slowly back to the pub where he'd met Giselle last night. He was going to get hammered...again. It was all he felt like doing, and there was not much else you could do on a bright Tortuga morning.
He stepped into the pub to find everyone sitting at a table talking in civilised voices. Maybe the violence, swearing and overly drunkenness came later in the evening.
He ordered a tankard of rum, and sat at the table he sat at the night before, which was actually empty.
He was so relieved that he hadn't slept with Giselle that he was going to have an extra tankard of rum than last night to celebrate. That meant eight. Oh, boy.
As he drank the rum, he started thinking of Elizabeth. He wondered what she was doing at this moment in time. She was probably just waking up, or perhaps she was already out on deck. All he knew is, she would never forgive him if he'd had an affair.
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When Elizabeth woke up next to Jack, wrapped in his arms while facing him, all the previous night's events came immediately flooding back to her. She smiled as she looked at his still-sleeping face. She reached up and pushed a dreadlock from his face. She snuggled closer; he was so warm. Her movement seemed to wake him up, as he popped an eye open. He started playing with her hair again.
"Morning," he smiled. "You OK?"
"Trust me," Elizabeth smiled back, "I'm just fine." She kissed him again. "Is it just me...or can you see that happening a lot more often?"
"Yes, I believe I do," Jack laughed. They got on so well. They talked and laughed, and everything was just dandy. But they both knew that soon, like when Will finally arrived on board, for instance, that it was over, forever. And forever seemed to be arriving a little too soon for both of them.
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Tia Dalma sat alone in her cabin on Jack's ship. She had known of the activities that Jack and Elizabeth had just ventured on for quite some time now. She hoped for both of their sakes, including young William, that what she was sure would happen, wouldn't, because if it did, then there were going to be some problems.
She closed her eyes and focused on the future. Elizabeth swam into view, followed shortly by Jack. They were standing on an island. Jack had the key to Davy Jones' chest, and was talking vaguely to someone. Elizabeth was standing behind Jack, looking frightened of something. Her eyes looked as though they were seeking those of whoever Jack seemed to be negotiating with. They were pleading, as though not to do something.
Tia Dalma focused on further in the future. Elizabeth was sobbing, tears streaming down her face. They were standing in Jack's cabin, and Elizabeth seemed to be talking directly to her.
"Please...do something..." she begged at her feet. "There must be a way..."
Tia Dalma heard something vaguely like "Barbossa..." and then everything went black.
Tia Dalma was back in her cabin on Jack's ship. Something was going to happen on that island, something that could change everything. And there was no doubt that it wouldn't happen if Elizabeth and Jack hadn't started the affair. She wished she knew what it was, but her knowledge only went so far. As far as she knew, there was nothing she could do. But there was still hope.
For once, I'm not just making up plot twists without thinking them through. I have worked out the full plotline, so the end of that chapter was important!
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