Chapter 4- That's Not My Pistol

New Chapter! Decided i'd go ahead and put it up. Norrington and Turner in this one. :)

"I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way. Get away please. You take the breath right out of me." Breaking Benjamin

"I can't believe I said I'd lay our love on the ground, but it doesn't matter cause I made it up, forgive me now, every day I spend away, my soul's inside out" –Nickelback

When they both came to their senses, Elizabeth found herself lying atop Jack, their faces inches apart. "Get off." He spat, pushing on her, but she didn't budge. This was a perfect opportunity to get him to talk to her civilly about this mess.

"No." She murmured, pressing her face close to his as if to kiss him.

A grunt escaped his lips, either from the physical contact or the burning sensation in his arm. "You cut my damned arm and my best shirt."

"I'll get you a new shirt."

"Get off."

"No."

They struggled for a few more moments until he sighed and stopped moving, but soon she was wriggling her hips. "Stop." He growled, tightening his grip around her, breathing heavily.

"I can't help it. Your pistol's poking me in a most inappropriate place."

"That's not my pistol."

Her hips immediately stilled and she met his gaze. His eyes were much darker than normal, dangerous, like hot, glinting steel. "Oh." She replied blushing scarlet. Her recently returned resolve began to falter once again as she became transfixed upon his eyes. They were an unnatural bewitching black and the heat from his anger mixed with what was apparently desire shining forth through those delicious chocolate orbs sent her stomach into somersaults. Perhaps it was time she got up.

A wicked, derisive sneer spread across his face. "Oh, indeed. Afraid, Captain Swann?"

"Afraid of what, Jack? You?" She laughed, sounding as derisive as him. "I think not."

"And why not? You killed me. Seems only fair I return the favor."

"But you won't."

"I won't? Why's that, since you seem to know my every thought?"

"You're a good man."

"All evidence to the contrary. 'Haven't we already had this conversation before as well?"

She moved to get up, but he pulled her down and kissed her fiercely. Within an instant, she was responding just as fiercely. He didn't pull away until she began to whimper into his mouth, her body fit tightly against his own. They came up for air gasping. Dragging her hands up his torso she rested her forehead against his. "Does this mean you forgive me?"

He chuckled darkly. "Not at all. It merely proves how much you want me."

Glowering at him, she tried to extract herself from his arms, but he'd have none of that. "Let me go."

"Oh now you want to get off? Why is that? Afraid of debauchery by a wicked pirate? Need I remind you that you're one of those?"

She knew what he expected. She knew he thought she'd fight her way out of his arms. And she knew she wouldn't let him win. Instead, to his surprise, she smirked. "Actually I believe both of us would enjoy my debauchery and if that is what it takes to gain your forgiveness, then have at it, Captain."

His eyes widened, but she didn't allow a response, she crushed her lips to his once more, enjoying the feel of him.

However, there would be no debauchery, for Gibbs slammed the door to the cabin open. "Capt-ain…" The poor man forgot what he was going to say when he spotted the couple tangled together on the floor, glaring up at him.

"Well? What is it man? OUT with it!" Jack exclaimed, making him jump.

"Apologies…ahem…for the interruption...but we have an erm…guest that requests both your presences on deck."

Elizabeth and Jack sprang apart quickly gathering their bearings and any missing articles on their persons as soon as the older man left the room grinning. Neither said a word to the other as they followed the older man, avoiding eye contact.

Jack was still sore with Elizabeth and didn't trust her, but these emotions were conflicting with what his body and heart screamed for.

Elizabeth was infuriated and embarrassed about Jack and his ever-changing moods and annoyed with Gibbs for interrupting them. I was finally breaking his resolve…dammit. "This better be good."

James Norrington turned as the two captains appeared on deck. Regarding their disheveled appearances and swollen lips, visible by the light of the lanterns and the moon he grimaced.

Elizabeth, however, grinned and threw herself into his arms, not caring who saw. "James!"

Jack's mouth twitched when James looked over her shoulder and smirked at him. Oh the irony… "It's good to see you too, Elizabeth. Doing well, I hope?"

"At the moment. How are you?" She questioned pulling back and looking him in the eye.

James smiled. "As good as can be expected with what I'm given."

Jack watched this exchange with annoyance. "What is it that brings you to my ship, Captain Norrington? Surely someone onboard hasn't died?"

Elizabeth pulled away from James and stepped back a bit, glancing between the two, wondering why Jack was so angry.

James grimaced. "I've come to warn you. Beckett is gathering men as we speak. Sailing towards them is not a safe course of action."

"We've a plan." Elizabeth replied, deciding not to mention the fact that a rather large motley group of pirate ships followed some distance behind them. "It will work."

"Aye." Jack agreed, nodding.

"Then, Elizabeth, I wish to give you something to help, should it fail." James replied, reaching beneath the collar of his shirt and pulling out a necklace with a small conch shell on it. Jack rolled his eyes.

Elizabeth gasped and moved forward, grasping Norrington's hand. "James! You kept it! After all these years?"

"Yes."

Jack frowned and peeked over her shoulder. "Kept what?"

Elizabeth turned to him. "I gave him this necklace. It's a whistle. My father had it specially made for me to give as a birthday present to a smart leftenant who seemed to take a special interest in me."

Jack's frown deepened as she smiled at James. "And what does this whistle…do?"

Elizabeth also frowned.

James merely looked at her. "Considering it is a whistle, that is obvious. If you need me, simply blow this and I'll be there."

"Oh James!" Elizabeth said, flinging her arms around him again.

Jack grimaced and turned away. "I'll be in my cabin."

After Jack left, James kissed the top of Elizabeth's head. "Will sends his love."

Elizabeth stiffened and pulled away, tears beginning to shine in her eyes. "Send him my best."

"As always." Then she was grasping his arm.

"James…I do love you…but…"

"I know, Elizabeth. Probably know more than even you are ready to admit. I'm not blind and neither was William. I've seen the way you look at Sparrow." She met his gaze and he smiled sadly clasping the necklace around her neck. "I love you. Remember what I said."

Elizabeth stood there for a while, clutching the whistle and staring at the place where the Dutchman sank beneath the waves, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Will glanced up eagerly as his captain swaggered to the helm to replace him, not bothering to shout orders. "How is she?"

"She's well. Sends her best."

Will eyed the man with sad eyes. "If only…"

"You had your chance William. As did I. You chose your father…and I the sea. Let's hope Sparrow makes a good choice." The two shared a sad, sobering glance. "Now get to your station. We've souls to ferry."

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