Chapter 4: Honey
Part 2: Elizabeth (Reassurance)
Pairing: Sparrabeth
Summary: Captain Teague knows what to do and how, right away.
Disclaimers and stuff as in part 1.
Motto:
"There's the man I chose
there's my territory
and of all the things I deserve
for being such a good girl honey"
Underneath your Clothes-Shakira
Leaning down and wrapping her arms around Jack, Elizabeth started to lift her friend off the stairs of the house of Teague Sparrow in Shipwreck City where and under who's protection she lived with her son. Anamaria just dropped Jack along with a very short explanation and she was trying to get him inside to lie down before she started questioning him, but was struck by his quiet moans, "Jack? Where does it hurt?" For a moment, she panicked about just seeing him again, the memories and emotions it will bring. But most of all, her insides were actually shaking by the thought of her first lover being sick.
"Left side," he whispered, biting down hard on his lips as the ceremonial king's probing fingers poked at his ribcage and gasping as her fingers touched his upper abdomen.
"Jack?" Elizabeth inquired once more, nervousness edging into her voice now. Jack looked so pale, his eyelashes so much more abnormally dark against the faintness of his skin than the kohl would usually make them look.
"Lizzie..." his long fingers reached out, blindly grasping for her hand.
"Don't move," Elizabeth muttered, tenderly brushing the sweat-soaked hair from Jack's forehead. "Teague!" She shouted. The old man has always been like a second father to her, delivered her son, so she called him by his first name. "Teague! I need you right now so forget the rum and get over here!"
Captain Teague Sparrow turned up from the cellar, "what happened?" He closed in slowly, resisting his urge to gather the boy up in his arms. Jack's eyes were open, that was good, but he wouldn't like the sudden burst of emotion coming from him. Besides, would it not be awkward?
"All I know is that Barbossa seemed to have cast an enfeebling spell. According to the witch Giselle tried to use the spell was cast in an unknown language to her and so she doesn't know how to counteract something she doesn't understand the vibes of."
Teague's expression darkened, "spell? That of the sea?"
Elizabeth shook her head, indicating she had no idea. Teague stepped to his son and grabbed him by the shoulders, "did you see it happening? Did he use stones the appearance and color of the sea?" Jack didn't have the strength to answer, but he knew it from the look. "Calypso can reverse that..." He said quietly, although his voice sounded much more confident and determined to Elizabeth than she taught was possible under the circumstanes, "eee…do you think she'd be in the mood?"
Teague waved her off, "no time for chitchat. Right…huh. Well, I'll talk to the innkeeper and see if he knows something about how to conjure Calypso. I'll get back as soon as I can," Teague headed off into the harbors' direction.
Elizabeth wrinkled her eyebrows. If she didn't know better, if Teague hadn't talked to her about his son fondly deeply inebriated at times she would've sworn he was looking for an excuse to head to the pub. The innkeeper? What did he have to do with it? Only that, little by little she had found out interesting secrets about most inhabitants of Shipwreck City. They turned out to be legends in the flesh, old legends mostly, but legends nevertheless. The innkeeper could've been a warlock for all she knew.
Tbc