Endings and Beginnings

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Chapter3

The battle was over…the might of the East Indian Company crushed and defeated, the pompous Cutler Beckett dead and the infamous Davy Jones consigned to hell. Despite the outrageous odds, the pirates had won, The Black Pearl and The Flying Dutchman under it's new command had defied the logical outcome. The celebrations had continued for hours…indeed looked as if they would never cease. The Pirate Lords and their crews were drinking themselves into a stupor…their way of life reprieved and once more the freedom of the seas was theirs. Even the Keeper of the Code, Teague Sparrow, was slumped in a corner, oblivious to the scenes of drunken celebration. Only two people were absent…

Elizabeth had spent the day with Will. Following the battle, his death and resurrection into the new Captain of the Flying Dutchman, they both knew that they could only meet for one day in 10 years…the one day that Will was allowed to set foot on land.

Elizabeth had been distraught at his death, at the unfairness of it all, but within seconds of his fall, Jack had un-selfishly given up his own plans to become the eternal Captain, and had with lightening speed, produced the still beating heart of Davy Jones and had held a dagger in Wills hand to stab it, ensuring Wills continued existence as the new Captain. Then he had quite literally dragged Elizabeth off the doomed vessel, shielding her from the grisly sight on deck of her new husband's heart being cut out and placed in the wooden chest.

Her day with Will had been tinged with sadness. Their meeting had, at first been awkward, restrained, as if neither knew how to deal with their new circumstance. Elizabeth was struggling to come to terms with their new relationship, was visibly distraught, could not even conceive the idea that they would be together for just one day every ten years and Will, well, how did one adjust to the knowledge that eternity was yours?

Will held her tightly until her sobs diminished, had kissed her gently, before hugging her to him, letting his strength run into her, replenishing her spirit. They had talked about many things, and Will began to wonder if the strange new conditions placed upon them would be too much for her to stand up to. Was it possible to keep their love alive?

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her husband, resting her head against his chest, against the wicked scar transversing his trunk. Sorrow filled her heart at the thought of what he had endured. Lifting her head, she looked into Will's face, young and handsome, the eternal flame lighting his features. Slowly, he reached down and captured her lips, working gently to evoke a response. Teasingly, he nipped at her lips, felt her respond to him before guiding them both to the white, crystal sand and beginning to undress her. Once the last item of her clothing had been removed, he quickly shed his own clothes before once more claiming her lips. After a short while his mouth trailed downward to her breasts, placing feather light kisses as he progressed, before capturing one peak in his mouth and suckling gently. A groan forced itself from his throat as his passion built. Quickly, he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself over her.

Will leant forward and reclaimed her lips, searching, demanding a response. His arms circled her and he pressed her unclad body against him, his mouth becoming harder and more demanding, before drawing back and staring into her face, the question being asked…

He thrust into her quickly, and a searing pain followed. She screamed and dug her nails into his hard back, but the pain quickly receded, leaving the strange sensation of being filled.

He moved inside her, slowly at first, then faster, much faster until Elizabeth naturally began to move with him. But then, he gave a final, deep thrust and relaxed his weight onto her, pressing her into the soft mattress of the sand beneath her.

Elizabeth was unsure of what to do. Where was the extreme pleasure that could make a man risk death? Maybe only the man experienced pleasure from the act? Urgently, she pushed against Will's chest, attempting to remove his crushing weight, breathing deeply as he rolled off her onto his side.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth…I didn't mean to be so quick. Next time will be better for you I promise…"

"Next time!" she gasped. "Next time will be in ten years Will…!" She started to cry, the reality of their situation finally making itself felt. Will held her fast and let her cry, not realising the reasoning behind her tears.

"Promise me you'll wait for me, Elizabeth." Will asked, desperation evident in his voice.

Elizabeth hesitated for a long moment before answering. "Of course I will…"

They lay together for some time, before swimming to remove the sand that had stuck to them. They talked, laughed and exchanged tender hugs as they dried and their relationship once again achieved the lightness of the past. Soon, it became time for Will to return to the Dutchman. Elizabeth stood alone on the beach and watched the green flash on the horizon. Clutching the chest that contained Will's still beating heart, she sighed deeply before turning and heading back to The Black Pearl.

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It was early evening. The sun had set and Elizabeth had returned to the security of Jack's ship. Aboard The Black Pearl there were no pompous speeches, no raucous celebrations, just an un-naturally heavy atmosphere, reflected by the reminiscing silence of The Pirate King and Captain Jack Sparrow.

Sitting at the table in his cabin, chair tilted back and booted feet crossed on the table, Jack lifted the half empty bottle of rum to his lips and, as he drank deeply, wished that the amber liquid would start to work, would wash away the numbness he had felt since watching Davy Jones sword pierce the heart of William Turner, scant minutes after the said whelp had married Elizabeth. Glancing at Elizabeth, he removed his feet from the table, stood up and carried the bottle across the cabin. Refilling her tankard which had been placed beside her on the window seat, he noticed that she had drained it completely for the second time, Apparently, thought Jack, the potent drink was not working on her either.

Lifting the tankard, he pushed it under her chin.

"Come on, Lizzie, luv. Drink up. T'will do ye t' world of good." he said gently.

Slowly lifting her head, Elizabeth looked at him, hurt and anguish showing in equal measure across her face. "Tell me, Captain Sparrow." Elizabeth spat, "Exactly how will getting blazing drunk solve anything? I realise that it is your answer to everything Jack, but it certainly is not mine!" So saying, she reached her hand out, grasped the tankard and emptied it in several large gulps.

Jack's brow furrowed as he struggled to believe what he had just seen, before shrugging his shoulders and refilling the empty vessel. Tilting the bottle to his lips once again, he emptied the paltry amount remaining into his mouth, swallowed, frowned and shook the bottle.

"Why is the rum always gone?" he muttered to himself, walking to the desk and picking up another bottle, adding the empty one to the growing pile on the floor, before pulling the cork out with his teeth and drinking deeply, the rum finally beginning to bring life back to his body, allowing him to freely feel the regrets of the past and the hopes for the future.

He glanced once more at Elizabeth who had again emptied her tankard. The rum must have had some affect, he thought, as she was slumped back on the window seat, eyes closed and head lolling to one side. Putting the bottle down on the table, Jack stood and cautiously approached her. Extending his hand to its full extent, he gingerly poked at her arm. Getting no response he poked a little harder, relaxing as he got no response. 'Out cold.' Jack thought. 'Tis what she needs now. Time t' heal and decide what she's t' do.' Gently, he picked her up and placed her onto his bunk, placing her head on the pillow and covering her with a blanket before taking up his former position at the table to watch over her, using the time to re-examine his own feelings as he did so.

OK…that's Chapter 3 done. Hope you enjoyed it. Now go review…PLEASE. Advanced warning for Chapter 4. It's HOT! Anyone who doesn't like hot smut should avoid…you have been warned me harties…