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Chapter 12: William

A final gasp of ecstasy was heard from the sultry blonde woman below him as they finished. Jack collapsed onto the bed beside her, absolutely spent.

"That was perfect, Jack.." She purred, raking her fingernails down his chest, "you never fail to please."

He grinned widely, still coming down from his high, "Of course, love! I am Captain Jack Sparrow after all."

The woman smiled before wrapping an arm around his scarred torso, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Jack's eyes snapped open, taking this as his queue to leave. He threw the crème sheet off of him and began to scour the room for his belongings, preferably his breeches first; it was about to get rather cold in this room.

"W-What are you doing?" She stammered, wide eyed at his sudden retreat, "didn't I please you enough to stay the night, Jack?"

Finding his beloved breeches, he tugged them on before sending a golden smile over his shoulder, "Ye did, love. Pleased me very well, in fact. But... Ah!" He found his shirt and hastily threw that on, "I got a ship to sail and a crew to command. I don't have time to be enjoyin' meself, aye?"

She pouted as she leant over the side of the mattress and pushed her breasts together, attempting to sway the captain, "Please Jack? I'll make it worth your while.."

At the sight of her busting cleavage, he swallowed heavily before averting his chocolate gaze, "Deepest apologies Marion, but I simply cannot and will not. Me ship and me crew come first, and besides that," He winked, "I've got someone important to pick up."

With that, he gathered the remainder of his belongings and left a handful of coins on the mahogany dresser and left the tavern soundly, making his way to the docks where his trustworthy first mate and crewmen were awaiting him,

"Ah! Mister Gibbs!" Jack addressed, sauntering to his ship. Gibbs turned abruptly from his spot on the rail; nearly dropping his bottle of rum in the process, "A-Aye Captain!"

"Weigh anchor! Cast off those lines! Hands to braces and prow the canvas! We're goin' to get miss White." He barked proudly as he boarded his ship, making way to the helm.

"Aye! Make ready to sail boys!" Gibbs bellowed for the crew to hear, who shouted their compliance in response.

With a dirtied hand on a spoke of wheel, he dug into his coat pocket and retrieved her latest letter. Right at the very bottom was written:

Lets set sail for what ever horizon awaits us, Jack.

He smirked at those words, and couldn't agree more.

"Are you sure you should be doing this..?" The honey haired woman enquired, her eyes following Katherine as she glided across the room, packing various belongings into her satchel.

She turned to her side behold Elizabeth's troubled visage and the brunette's lip curled reassuringly, "Of course, Liz." She folded one of her slips, "After my first voyage, I think that I have… found a love for the sea." She collected her comb and brush,

"Are you sure it isn't a love for Jack?"

Halting in her movements, her voice trembling slightly, "I…"

Katherine glanced at Elizabeth, who raised a brow in question; obviously awaiting her response. Pursing her lips, she took a seat on the bed to gather her thoughts.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Elizabeth frowned visibly; "Do you see? You're having so much difficulty simply to construct a full sentence together at the mention of him."

Katherine begrudgingly agreed to her best friend's statement. Even at the slightest word of Jack Sparrow, it was as if her voice had gone as utterly dry as a harsh wind. It happened while they were having tea with governor Swann and it was happening again now. Weatherby had asked Elizabeth if she had heard from Jack lately, before asking if the pirate lord had met Katherine. During the entire conversation over Sparrow, the hazel-eyed young woman had simply closed up like a clam out of warm water.

A knock on the bedroom door brought the two females away from their build of thoughts. Before either could answer the call, Will poked into the room,

"Ah, there you two are." He smiled as he came to Elizabeth's side and kissed her tenderly. She responded to the affectionate action immediately, having not seen Will for quite a few days.

William looked away from his fiancé reluctantly, glimpsing to his side where Katherine was, seated with a bright smile on her petal lips. A brief blush fell across his cheeks at his outward display of emotion, "Hello Katherine."

"Hello Will, how are you?" She laughed gently, waving his worry off.

Turner grinned, tightening his hold on Elizabeth's waist, "Very well, and yourself?"

"I'm in good health," Katherine replied, removing herself from the bed to continue packing. Who knows when the Pearl may dock, knowing Jack's unpredictable timing.

"Katherine received a letter from Jack saying that he wished for her to join him on another voyage. Please convince her that this is not in her best interests." Elizabeth pleaded.

"Jack did that?" Will smiled, flickering his gaze to Katherine, "what a surprise. I would have never thought he would do anything of those sorts."

His future wife placed her hands on her hips as she eyed him expectantly. The blacksmith cleared his throat before continuing, "Ah, right. Well.." He paused, "I will be joining Jack on that journey as well."

Elizabeth's jaw dropped, "W-What?"

Holding her tightly to him, he quickly followed with, "I won't be gone for to long, just three or four days at the most; I swear it."

"What for, William?" Katherine questioned, only to be hushed by an indication in his eyes. Hastily she glanced away with a smile and nod, though Elizabeth had already seen the indiscreet interaction.

"Will, tell me!" She pried as he laughed warmly while embracing her; leaving a few gentle kisses on her neck and shoulder.

Katherine left the two to their bickering and glanced out the French doors to the docks as a slight drizzle fell from the clouded sky. She smiled, despite the weather; at any moment, he may arrive on these shores. With those thoughts in mind, she continued packing.

While retrieving her intricately painted hand mirror, her eyes landed on the journal that she had written in the other day, and she decided to bring it with her; it was possible that she would need it in the coming days.