Chapter 4. Undercurrents.
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Elizabeth vented her various frustrations, by rowing for several hours, when her arms ached in protest, she seemed to recall where she was, and just who was with her, she pouted a moment and fixed Jack in her glare "Some would say it was most un-gallant to let a lady row" she said firmly
"Some might , dearie, but these 'some' are not here, and can you truly be a pirate, not just any pirate but the pirate king, and be.. a lady?" Jack asked, not making any move to relieve her of the oars.
"You made me Pirate King" she retorted
"Are we to be comparing what one did to the other here? Cos love if we are… " he enquired, with a smirk.
"You'll never forgive me" she more stated than asked, as she looked down at her lap, confused as to how this troubled her so
"They say.. and I have said, before now.. that the lowest realm of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers, when that time comes.. when there is a shuffling off this mortal coil, you can rest easy, you and your dear Will, a whelp turned mutineer I might add, will be reunited" he stated, almost hollowly. At his tone Elizabeth looked at him questioningly
"Will is a good man" she tried
"And you. Are you 'good'?" he replied, Elizabeth looked perplexed for a moment "He loves me" was the first thing she murmured
"Indeed, the whelp, seems intent on playing your hero, with a boys adoration, but does he know you?" he asked
"I am not a pirate" she said stiffly
''Just their King?" Jack teased
"We never would have worked" she replied
"You've said that before" he replied checking the chart.. and wondering why a raft of rum couldn't float by when you really needed it, "But who are you meaning this time?" he shot her a smile with a glint of gold in it. "You look like your tiring, if I might.. "
Elizabeth looked expectantly at him
"Suggest one of those pirate songs of yours… for the rhythm, will help no end with your rowing" he said lying back in the boat and tilting his hat to cover his eyes, as if ready to sleep
Elizabeth let out a snort of irritation "You're an impossible man, Jack" she muttered
"Just improbable" Jack said from under the hat
After a few minutes rowing Elizabeth said "Jack can I ask you something?"
"Can I stop you asking me something?" he replied, with a sigh, but remaining as if sleeping. Elizabeth smiled slightly, despite herself at this
"What was it like?" she asked
"What was what like?" Jack said.. looking out from under the hat
She hesitated momentarily, before answering. "Davy Jones's locker, Jack what was it like?" she asked
"Quiet" he said "something I might be in danger of missing, before long" he retorted.
"Jack… about my sending you there… " she began hesitantly, her tone different from before
"You did what you had to do.. can't ask anything more" he shrugged
"But, I… " she tried again
""Look love it all worked out.. you were King, got your young man.. take what you want and never look back" he said, a slightly melancholy look in his kohl rimmed eyes.
"That's not right" she said of the saying he often used
"No its not, but things change, don't they" he added, pulling the hat down over his eyes again
"Not everything" she said under her breath