ANOTHER RANDOM KIND OF CHAPTER. THE NEXT ONE WILL SKIP A FEW MONTHS AND GET ON WITH THE ACTUAL STORYLINE.
The ship rocked violently as wave after wave washed over it. The crew was running back and forth doing various duties. Only the remnants of Jack's original Tortugan crew were not overly frightened. They had weathered worse storms under the command of Jack Sparrow. They also believed his ship was protected by Calypso. Still, none of them had any desire to be washed overboard.
Jack was obviously delighted by the fury of the sea. He was drenched. He had left his hat, vest, and coat in the cabin, minimizing things that would drag him down if he went overboard. His white shirt clung to him, and Elizabeth could see his tattoos through it. She was aware that her own garb was not overly modest, for though she had been careful to put on a brown shirt rather than white, it still stuck to her like a second skin. She saw Jack's appraising glance when he hurried by her towards the wheel. She followed him up.
He grinned roguishly as she approached him. He stepped back, keeping one hand on the wheel, and gestured towards it with one hand while bowing gracefully. "My lady." She tried hard not to laugh as she stepped to the wheel. She touched it reverently, as if it were a holy alter. She brought up her other hand, grasping the wheel tightly as the Pearl tried to pull away. Jack stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. He whispered instructions in her ear, making even the most mundane instruction seem sensual. "Pretend she's a horse. You've ridden horses right? Keep in control, but give her her head a bit if you want more freedom. It won't hurt to follow the waves a bit." She loosened her grip slightly. It seemed as if the Pearl was thanking her as it turned slightly and plowed through the waves. The spray from the broken waves shot up over the couple at the wheel. It was an elating feeling, standing at the wheel of the fastest ship in the prsetn world, her husband pressed against her back, the sea billowing and spraying in every direction.
Jack gripped the wheel, and she automatically turned to face him. He kissed her hard. The crew was to busy to interrupt, and it took several passionate minutes before Elizabeth pushed him away, causing him to let go of the wheel. The ship moved violently before he grabbed the wheel again, and the crew looked up at the captain curiously. When they noted his wife with him, it was easy enough to put together. They continued with their work.
Barbossa tramped up the steps to the wheel, glaring at the couple like a father who caught his daughter's beau in her bedroom. "If yar not gonna steer the ship, I will. Make yourselves useful or get." Jack glared at him, but Elizabeth tugged him away. They kissed again at the bottom of the stairs. Elizabeth pushed Jack against the door of their cabin, then reached behind him and pushed it open. He fell in, and she collapsed on top of him, kicking the door shut.
Barbossa heard the door slam and laughed heartily, before he started bellowing orders. He was glad that upstart Sparrow was so besotted with his wife. He was the rightful captain anyway!