Sorry I've been so long! R&R!
Jack sat in his cabin rubbing his aching red cheek from where Marietta had slapped him. It had been a close call, but he had remembered just in time how much he loved Elizabeth. Or at least, so he thought. Was it just that he didn't want to be hung? He didn't know anymore. He shook his head wildly. Of course he knew! He loved her! That's why he rescued her from the Tribe of Caraba. He loved her. He looked out of the dirty and cracked window in his cabin out onto the deck. Then he sighed. "I need rum."
Elizabeth felt worried. She didn't really know how to captain a ship, so she'd given the job to the strongest man on board, a man with long blonde hair and an earring, named Jonathan Storm. He barked orders at the crew, and they ordered, scuttling around the ship like insects.
Elizabeth felt miserable- she wanted Jack, but she didn't know why. Did she love him, or did she just miss his company? There was Will to consider, the letter he had left her had confirmed her suspicions, and Jonathan often gave her sly looks, that stirred up strange emotions.
She sighed, facing into the wind, her arms on the scratched wood of the stern, drops of water spraying her face, her hair blown about by the salty wind. Suddenly, she felt someone was watching her. "Captain Swann, the crew have a question."
Elizabeth composed herself. "Oh?"
"Yes, you see, Madame, we are reaching Siren Cove."
Elizabeth was confused. "Siren Cove?"
"Aye, Madame, a narrow stretch of water between two walls of jagged rock, on them the most beautiful creatures known to man. If they sing, some men may jump into the ocean, just to get to their beauty."
Elizabeth was worried. "Well, I, Jonathan, do you think you could-"
Jonathan raised a finger to her lips. Elizabeth looked up at him.
"Now, now, Madame, I trust you would hate for anything to happen to them?" He ran a finger across her cheek, running up into her hair.
Elizabeth turned away her head, feeling ashamed. "Yes, I would."
Jonathan smiled. "Leave it to me, Madame."
Then he turned, and walked away, leaving Elizabeth standing at the stern, a single tear running down her cheek.
R&R!