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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
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Adult +
Chapters:
11
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vial
That was unexpected and too much for her, she started coughing in a fit that would see her doubled in pain and spewing blood from every heave of air. She understood the context of ‘your life’. James was clear- there was only enough for one.
Gillette looked at his commodore and love in shock as James returned to holding the wracked object of Gillette’s misery. “Gillette, the laudanum in my desk, in a secret compartment behind the quills, I keep it for the relief of pain -training accidents with cannons, mortal wounds, it calms the nerves, it will stop her reaction to the poison.” James quietly spoke over Elizabeth’s wracking coughs, he held her firmly but tenderly afraid that she would in fact cough herself apart.
Sparrow sat in rapt attention at the spectacle but searched with his left hand in the desk “I found it for you love,” he said and it was difficult to ascertain who exactly Sparrow was calling love, “but there is only one vial here, commodore what about yourself now, who will drink said vial?”
“James” “Elizabeth” Gillette and James answered at the same time, “No” sputtered Elizabeth “I have nothing left, Will is dead.” Gillette’s face turned dark, he turned to the pale visage of Elizabeth Swan who was wiping blood off her chin with the back of her hand.
“Then if there were two vials for my part I would want to see you live and live in misery, you are a treacherous and backstabbing villain!” Gillette spat the words at her. James for his part endeavored to pass her a handkerchief that he had found tucked in Gillette’s coat. Seeing her vulnerable made him want to protect her, even as his life was equally made vulnerable to the poison’s wracking effects. He turned to Gillette and gave a pacifying look.
“Elizabeth, please, live, drink the laudanum and live, live with moments of happiness. I want to be perfectly clear with you as I feel that the time for us, while it has never been right, is now exceedingly short. Did you ever pause to consider why I released you from your promise, from your given word? No, I thought not.” Without malice, only with patient and halting words speckled with his heart blood James poured out all he had kept buttoned inside of his chest. “The feelings I have held for you are not those of cherishing you as a fine object, a piece to complete my life.” He stopped, drew a deep breath and decided that there would be no future time to tell her.
“I love you, not in the way that you think I do. Not as the governor’s daughter, not just as a fine woman, not as the woman I thought would make a proper wife. I love you for your impertinence, I love you for your persistence, I love you for your intellect and your keen sense of what is right and what is good not just defined by societal whims but also by higher conclusions of what is just and fair. I found that I could love you for your bravery, for your mischievousness, for your loyalty, and, painfully, for your honesty.” He paused, feeling the tightness in his chest again as his vision blurred. When it came back into focus he could see Elizabeth regarding him with a look she had never given to him before.
Gillette stared at him too. “James please don’t.” Gillette’s eyes shone with tears on the verge of spilling over. James felt waves of fire and ice in increasing intensity ready to ravage his poison soaked body.
Jack Sparrow fingered the vial looking at the milky liquid inside, at James and at Elizabeth. “No matter who I am rooting for, neither of you will win.” His face looked gloomy, all characteristic good natured or playful grins were leagues away.
“James I hardly deserve to live in your stead.” Elizabeth’s voice cracked, she tried to push away from him but she had become weak as a kitten and sank limply against him. His heart sounded so fast, his breathing had a high pitch wheeze on every exhalation, it was nearly mesmerizing.
“Gillette, get me the vial from that rum swilling pirate, if ever you loved me help me to end my life with purpose, honor, and in the pursuit of that which I have been ever mindful of, of letting Elizabeth live happily.” James voice groaned, stuttered, and wheezed, Elizabeth tried to push away again but managed only a limp wiggle.
Gillette could not move, the thought of providing the means to save his loves life to a woman had caused James sleepless nights and pain was too much. ‘Maybe if I close my eyes she will just disappear’ he thought, it did not happen. He opened them to see Elizabeth jerking spastically, her face drawn back into a grisly grin. “Hurry,” croaked James; his eyes did not leave her face. A tanned nimble hand held the vial to James.
Gillette looked at his commodore and love in shock as James returned to holding the wracked object of Gillette’s misery. “Gillette, the laudanum in my desk, in a secret compartment behind the quills, I keep it for the relief of pain -training accidents with cannons, mortal wounds, it calms the nerves, it will stop her reaction to the poison.” James quietly spoke over Elizabeth’s wracking coughs, he held her firmly but tenderly afraid that she would in fact cough herself apart.
Sparrow sat in rapt attention at the spectacle but searched with his left hand in the desk “I found it for you love,” he said and it was difficult to ascertain who exactly Sparrow was calling love, “but there is only one vial here, commodore what about yourself now, who will drink said vial?”
“James” “Elizabeth” Gillette and James answered at the same time, “No” sputtered Elizabeth “I have nothing left, Will is dead.” Gillette’s face turned dark, he turned to the pale visage of Elizabeth Swan who was wiping blood off her chin with the back of her hand.
“Then if there were two vials for my part I would want to see you live and live in misery, you are a treacherous and backstabbing villain!” Gillette spat the words at her. James for his part endeavored to pass her a handkerchief that he had found tucked in Gillette’s coat. Seeing her vulnerable made him want to protect her, even as his life was equally made vulnerable to the poison’s wracking effects. He turned to Gillette and gave a pacifying look.
“Elizabeth, please, live, drink the laudanum and live, live with moments of happiness. I want to be perfectly clear with you as I feel that the time for us, while it has never been right, is now exceedingly short. Did you ever pause to consider why I released you from your promise, from your given word? No, I thought not.” Without malice, only with patient and halting words speckled with his heart blood James poured out all he had kept buttoned inside of his chest. “The feelings I have held for you are not those of cherishing you as a fine object, a piece to complete my life.” He stopped, drew a deep breath and decided that there would be no future time to tell her.
“I love you, not in the way that you think I do. Not as the governor’s daughter, not just as a fine woman, not as the woman I thought would make a proper wife. I love you for your impertinence, I love you for your persistence, I love you for your intellect and your keen sense of what is right and what is good not just defined by societal whims but also by higher conclusions of what is just and fair. I found that I could love you for your bravery, for your mischievousness, for your loyalty, and, painfully, for your honesty.” He paused, feeling the tightness in his chest again as his vision blurred. When it came back into focus he could see Elizabeth regarding him with a look she had never given to him before.
Gillette stared at him too. “James please don’t.” Gillette’s eyes shone with tears on the verge of spilling over. James felt waves of fire and ice in increasing intensity ready to ravage his poison soaked body.
Jack Sparrow fingered the vial looking at the milky liquid inside, at James and at Elizabeth. “No matter who I am rooting for, neither of you will win.” His face looked gloomy, all characteristic good natured or playful grins were leagues away.
“James I hardly deserve to live in your stead.” Elizabeth’s voice cracked, she tried to push away from him but she had become weak as a kitten and sank limply against him. His heart sounded so fast, his breathing had a high pitch wheeze on every exhalation, it was nearly mesmerizing.
“Gillette, get me the vial from that rum swilling pirate, if ever you loved me help me to end my life with purpose, honor, and in the pursuit of that which I have been ever mindful of, of letting Elizabeth live happily.” James voice groaned, stuttered, and wheezed, Elizabeth tried to push away again but managed only a limp wiggle.
Gillette could not move, the thought of providing the means to save his loves life to a woman had caused James sleepless nights and pain was too much. ‘Maybe if I close my eyes she will just disappear’ he thought, it did not happen. He opened them to see Elizabeth jerking spastically, her face drawn back into a grisly grin. “Hurry,” croaked James; his eyes did not leave her face. A tanned nimble hand held the vial to James.