Muse

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I own nothing. Gore and everyone owns it all and i just like to play!!!

A/N: This is fictional (obviously) and it jst came into my head and wouldn't leave.

What was happening on the Black Pearl in the moments when Jack and Elizabeth WEREN'T on screen to cause them to have so much chemistry when they were on it????
Maybe the crew was having an adventure of its own whilst the camera was on bootstrap and Will??

I guess you get the picture...enjoy!!


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*Muse*

Chapter One

*_* Lost All Sense of Fear,
Feeling's Insincere,
Can I be Your Memory? *_*


"You are so ignorant! Why is that?"

"Pirate"

"Manners would not hurt, Captain Sparrow. Common courtesy costs nothing, you know"

"I hear it costs alot these days, actually...men have been hanged for less."

She rolled her eyes and decided to focus on something other than him. For the past two days she had been aboard this bloody ship, and now she was beginning to grow rather restless. She wanted to find Will, she wanted to hold Will...and at this moment in time she was quite sure that if she got her way then she would be on her way to fu-

"LAND AHOY!"

"What?!" Yelled the Captain, running from starboard to port as quickly as possible and looking out to the horizon. "How the bloodyhell did we end up near land?!" His head turned quickly to look at Elizabeth, and his dreadlocks smacked him in the face as he did so.

He knew he couldn't trust her with that bloody compass.

Elizabeth took the compass in her right hand and flipped it open. She could not make heads or tails with the stupid thing lately. Either she was reading it wrong, or her thoughts were allover the place, as the needle decided it was not going to stay in one deffinate place. She wanted to find Will, and so admittedly she needed to concentrate hard. Maybe it was WILL moving allover the place? Maybe she was following his directions? She was not too sure.
she snapped it shut again, like she had done so many times that day. However, she did find it seemingly interesting that although the compass had not exactly pointed her in the direction she had wanted to go; she had actually found land with the compass.

'I guess that has to be something' she mused to herself.

Jack strolled over to her and held out his hand. "Give me that compass back Luv. Your like a cow with a gun with that thing"

Elizabeth sneered at him, and then thrust it into his chest. "It's not like the stupid thing works anyway. It's temperamental and it never seems to make any sense, just likes it's bloody owner"

Jack smiled, bearing his black and gold teeth, gleaming in the sunlight for all to see. "On the contrary Lass, my compass works fine. Perhaps it is you who doesn't make sense?"

Elizabeth walked away from him hastily, ignoring his sniggers from behind her.
"Go to hell, Mr Sparrow"

Jack, overhearing her last threat, smirked to himself. But not before shouting after her;
"Been there, done that...and it has to be said that it would be a damned sight better down there, that it is bein' up 'ere right now."
A voluntary shudder at the thought of Davy Jones escaped him.

'Bugger' he thought to himself, running back to the deck of the Pearl. 'Where's me jar of dirt?"


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He said it would be a short stop. Unplanned, ofcourse considering she had lead them there by accident. He had told her the food was running low...and the rum, ofcourse he could not forget the rum. So, Pirates doing what they do best, Jack intended on taking what was unrightfully his and taking it without caring. As usual.

Elizabeth was Livid. HOW was this supposed to help her find Will, like Captain Sparrow had promised?
For now he was submerged within a game of polka. This was NOT Tortuga; this was a million times worse.

"Port Corvanya" came a familiar voice behind her. "Think of her as the wicked step sister of Tortuga, and you will no doubt come to the conclusion as to what kind of place you are walking around in"

Elizabeth turned and saw Norrington staring out at the sight's before him from where they stood; upon a balcony to a backstreet Public House, looking out at the surrounding dirt and clusters of mangy 'forgottens' who seemed to find their interests lay within the bottom of a bottle of 'Captain Morgan's finest rum'.

"It intregues me to know how you know about these places, seems as though you were once a naval guard protecting my fathers port."

Norrington smiled lazily. She noted to herself that he seemed to do that alot more now than he did when he was Commodor. Odd really, what a spot of Piracy can do to someone's persona.

"It is not wise to ask a man about the knowledge he knows. However, it is more unwise to repeat the knowledge, if the knowledge can lead to that which would make a lesser man more knowledgeable"

Elizabeth stared at him blankly. Only Captain Sparrow could pull that off.

"I did not understand a word of that"

"Good. Then you are not as insane as I first thought"

Elizabeth turned her back on the views and chose instead to look back into the Pub, where drunken vaggabonds were chasing unmodest women around tables with ale in their hands. If this really was the life of a Pirate then no wonder Captain Sparrow liked it so much.


Jack meanwhile, sat at a round table, staring intently at the hand he was given. Life was not good to poor ol' Jack lately, he had decided.
First, a horrible beastie was after his soul...and not to mention the Kracken awell.

THEN he had to go and seek said terrible beasties heart from a box.

AND THEN there was the added factor that he did not actually know where the box was.

And ofcourse ON TOP OF THAT he had to entertain another (admittedly more attractive) beastie in the form of one Miss (soon to be Turner but at the moment she was still a MISS and therefore there was no harm in meddling with her prissy little head) Swann.

"Pay up or fold, Jack" Gibbs whispered to his Captain, obviously sensing he was in deep thought.

"I think I'm onto something, Gibbs" Jack whispered back.

"And what may that be, if you don't mind me askin'?" From what Gibb's could see, Jack stood no chance at all.

"When I say 'Now', don't wait for a signal, just run" Were his only words before looking up from his hand and looking at the others around him. "Gentlemen, as i have no money to go on to win this game, i see fit to only divest you from your own winnings and take them as my own. NOW!"

"Now?" asked Gibbs, looking around; no one seemed to be moving, obviously still taking in what Jack had said.

Jack looked at him. "Yes; NOW! And take the rum!" With that Jack lept up from his chair, took out his pistol and started pointing it at the other's around the table.

Gibb's left Jack's side and rounded up the other crew members, ordering them to pick up the rum and as much food as they could find. He looked back at Jack to see him surrounded by men, their swords all pointing at him. He really was a bad pirate at times.

Suddenly gunfire was heard from outside, and then the lampshade hanging above the table where Jack was occupied came crashing down, forcing the men to jump back. Jack saw his opportunity and dived under the table, sensing that a fight would explode, and he would therefore have a chance to escape.

Elizabeth ran through the room, followed closely by Norrington, who was the one toting the smoking pistol. As the crew started to fight, Pintel and Ragetti carried crates of un-used food out of the Public house and into the candle-lit streets, right behind Elizabeth and Norrington.

As she looked back, she could see men being thrown from the balcony. Fires were starting, and the noise was steadily growing louder. Whatever happened in there, she knew that Captain Sparrow would be hiding somewhere until the fight was over.

'Coward' she thought venemously. 'And you call yourself a pirate'.


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"And you call yourself a Pirate?!"

"A Pirate will do whatever deems necessary to save his own Hide. The sooner you realise that, the sooner you will realise what being a Pirate actually means" Jack told her proudly. He would not have her telling him what he had to do to be a bloody Pirate. He WAS a Pirate...he should know what it takes to become one.

"I thought Pirates were the scourage of the Seas? Fearless against anything that stood in their way? Not HIDING UNDER THE TABLES until the fight is over?" Elizabeth put her hands on her hips in a repremanding way, trying to look more furious than she actually was.

Jack did not look at her. Instead he kept looking out to sea, looking at the clouds heading in the way they were going. 'Ha, I just made a sheep', he thought gleefully, forgetting for a moment what he was saying.

"Captain Sparrow?" Came her voice in his head again.

He looked at her then and smirked. "You've known me for some time now Elizabeth, why do you still insist on calling me Captain Sparrow?"

Elizabeth thought for a minute. Why DID she still call him Captain Sparrow? There was no need for courtesy on a Pirate ship...and there was the answer she was looking for in one of her earlier conversations with Captain Sparrow. He did not accept courtesy because he did not need it, not because he did not have any.

" I thought you were a Captain. Am i wrong, Jack?"

This made him smirk even more.

"That I might be, Luv. But I am not YOUR Captain"

"Oh please" Came Norrington's voice, as he scrubbed the deck with a filthy-bristled brush.

"Something wrong, Norrington?" Asked Gibbs, standing beside him, looking down at his handywork. Apparently Gibbs seemed more of a Captain than Jack; He seemed to be the one making the crew actually work.

"No Sir. I just find it fascinating that Miss Swann could be taken in by such a pathetic one-liner like that"

Gibbs kicked over the water bucket. In Norrington's face. Salt water washing into his cuts and grazes. Ouch.

"I am not naiive, James. I am not stupid enough to even comprehend whatever Jack is trying to say"

Jack smiled. "Good, then we are under no illusions of what is and what isn't. Savvy?"

Elizabeth did not even know what he was talking about. But for a peaceful and relatively pain-free life she nodded her head in understanding.

Jack looked back out at sea once again, watching the rolling currents splash against the ship. It was oddly calm for night time.

"Calm before the storm" Said Gibbs beside him, as if reading his mind.

And Jack knew exactly what he was talking about.