Chapter 3 A Captain too many
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Elizabeth hurried back to the shack and collected her belongings, she paused looking at the chest for a moment, it brought a whole mix of feelings, seeing it there.
Jack leaned against the doorframe "Most people keep it just a metaphor when they say to a girl 'you've got my heart' but then it is the whelp we are talking about" he added with a slight smile. Elizabeth frowned slightly at him, his words drawing her from her melancholy mood and she sounded a mix of annoyed and offended as she strode towards him
"Its not a matter for jokes Jack, he is my husband" she retorted
"Indeed a matter worthy of the most serious, solemn mood" he might have been teasing her with this, though it was sometimes hard to tell "If you say so.. on the husband thing, I was not there, while that happened, on my ship" he added "Perhaps that box and its contents is best buried nice and safe somewhere around here" he hopefully suggested, giving the box a slight look of distaste
"I am meant to keep it close"
"Ahhh it is indeed a most interesting décor it lends a place, and this is probably not an opportune time to point out that you are not known as a lass to be governed by things such as 'meant' " he said as he let it pass for now, as Elizabeth loaded her bags and the chest into the long boat
"No sails" Jack said in dismay at the sight of the long boat, "I take it you can row then?" he added.
"I can, but I am the captain of this thing, and the Pirate King" she added
"A post you owe me for, Love. And I am a Captain too, you know"
"But not of this craft, so it doesn't count" she added firmly as she handed him an oar.
"A most interesting concept you have there, maybe one for the remembering" he said He then studied the oar for a long moment as if running through the whole gamut of its possible uses . He then looked up at her and gave a slight smile "Perhaps we should do it together, match stroke for stroke" he gave her a slightly wicked smile "That's important other wise you just wind up going around in circles" he added
"This is rowing we are talking about?" Elizabeth said incredulously
''If you like dearie" Jack replied.. Elizabeth let out a sigh
"I might have once liked pirates, Jack, but I prefer a good man" she stumbled over the words "And he is my husband"
"If you say" Jack said as he sat in the boat
"We were married" Elizabeth retorted "What do you suggest I call him!" She cried, frustratedly,
"I could happily settle for Eunuch, around now" Jack came back with "But there are several other options, there is the issue you just covered, that a Captain has no authority over another's ship, and the Pearl is my ship, Barbossa was not its Captain and so lacked the authority to perform a 'marriage' " he stressed the last word, in a French accent , at Elizabeth's horrified look he raised a hand to silence her "And then there is a matter of the tense" he said "Even if you somehow cling to the view a real marriage happened, wrongly, there is still the matter of incorrect tense. " he went on "For correct me if I am wrong, its not an institution I am to familiar with the ceremony still consists of the 'Until death do us part' clause" he pointed out "And did not fine Will not die in becoming the Captain of the Flying Dutchman" he said, leaning back in the bench on the boat as if to emphasise his point.
"But that.. its not true, we were .. we had to be I mean I waited.. for a marriage .. I have a husband, don't I .. if not.. " her voice faded.
Jack handed her the other oar "Here love, row a while, it always helps at a time like this, a good dose of physical activity, for a few hours" he suggested