Muse

A/N: Yet another confusing chapter...
This takes place JUST as the Kraken is attacking the ship (coz I'm not good with battle scenes...n to be honest its only when im watching the film that i become interested...coz wen u read a book i find it hard to imagine :-S) so there is alot of dialogue from the battle itself...

AND THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.....
*Drum roll...*

T H E K I S S !!!!!

You'll have to let me no if i've done it proud tho...n if i aint then its the way i saw it so technically i dnt want to change it :-P hehe.

Oh yeah, during it there isnt alot of reaction momlogue from Jack...but thats because i think Elizabeth's is the more complex story within this bit of the film (if that makes sense) and i wanted to write how she was feeling...
if u get me hehehe.

Well....ENJOY!!!!!!

Thanks again for the comments!!
Shellie
xxx


Chapter Twelve

*I will never see the sky the same way,
and I will learn to say goodbye to yesterday.
I will never cease to fly if held down,
and I will never reach too high 'cause I've seen,
I've seen twilight*


"What is it?!"

"The Kraken. To arms!"

"All guns, defend the masts!"

"It'll attack the starboard. I've seen it before." Will told the crew. "Break out the cannons and hold for my signal."

with a deep rumbling sound, the Kraken's tentacles slowly crawled up the hull. As each man stared, their sense of fear seemed to ignite within them.

"Easy, boys!" Will shouted from below deck.

"Will?" Elizabeth shouted from the deck, spear in hand. She was ready to fight; but this waiting game was taking its toll on her nerves.

The tentacles rose higher, the crew noticing the suckers attached to it...it wa truly a ghastly sight to behold.

"Steady! Steady." He looked around him. The men had no idea the danger they were all heroically facing.

"Will?" Elizabeth asked more urgently this time, her voice going a little higher in pitch.

The tentacles had started feeling around the ship, testing the waters.

"Hold. Hold..." The time was getting closer, he could feel it.

"I think we've held fire long enough." Pintel told him urgently.

"Will?" Her voice was almost a shriek this time.

"Fire...!"


The crew fired the cannons, hitting the tentacles and nearly severing some of them, too. It seemed to be going rather well...better than they actually thought.
The Kraken sank into the sea, some tentacles glowing from the blast. It looked as if the crew may have actually be winning.


The crew began to cheer.


"It'll be back." Will told her, his adrenaline still running within his veins. "We have to get off the ship."

"There's no boats." She told him, slightly panicking.

Will looked to his left and discovered what she was talking about; the wrecked boats.
Then sets his eyes on the barrels of gunpowder just a little to the right of the boats.

He had an idea.

"Pull the grates! Get all the gunpowder onto the net in the cargo hold!" He shouted at the crew.
They looked at him for a minute, but then realised they should follow his orders considering Captain Jack was probably hiding somewhere and would be unable to give them.

Will handed Elizabeth a long gun.

"Whatever you do, don't miss." He told her seriously.

"As soon as you're clear."


*_*_*_*_*_*_*



Jack sat in his rowing boat, striding as far away from the Black Pearl as he could get.
From his place in his boat he could see it all.

The Kraken's tentacles were wrapping itself around his ship. His crew and everything else would be lost to Davy Jones' locker...much like he would be if he went back.
He assessed the situation carefully. Should a Captain not go down with his ship?

Not if he can help it.. He thought solumnly.

[Jack looked back into the direction he was headin, towards the nearest plot of land he could find. He then quickly got out his compass and studied it in great detail...

Apparently there was something he wanted on that ship....


*_*_*_*_*_*_*


"Step to!" Elizabeth shouted.

Elizabeth ran to the railing, looking out to sea. If she could spot land then the crew could make a bee-line for it. In the distance she could see a small boat...a familiar occupant sitting in it.

It was Jack...

He was rowing away.

"Oh you coward!" She said softly, in disgust.

Everything she had thought about him had been completely wrong.
She had been beginning to change her mind, but now she knew better. First impressions did not lie.
And to think! She'd almost wanted to kiss him...quite a few times!

Atleast Will was still here, fighting for their lives. He was a better man than Jack Sparrow would ever be...atleast he had courage and bravery...all the things that make a good Pirate.

There was another heavy thud upon the ship, and the crewmen began to shout; some in pain, some in anger.

"Not good." Marty said, standing next to her.

The Kraken was attacking again.


*_*_*_*_*_*_*


"Shoot! Elizabeth, shoot!"

Elizabeth hesitated, waiting for Will to fall free.

Suddenly one of the Kraken's tentacles wrapped around her leg and began to drag her backwards.

Her screams were heard by Ragetti, who came to her rescue.
He chopped off the end of the tentacle hauling Elizabeth backwards. She looked up to him and nodded greatfully.
He nodded back at her.

Another crewmember picked up the rifle and attempted to shoot, only to be grabbed by the Kraken and flung around in the air by his legs.

The rifle dropped back onto the deck, just above Elizabeth

Elizabeth tried to pick up the fallen rifle, but someone suddenly stamped down on it, holding it with their foot.
She was about to shout in anger...when she looked up to see who the foot belonged to however, all thought lost her comletely.

Captain Jack was back.

Elizabeth could not help herself. She wound her arms around his legs, almost making sure he would not escape again. If not for the crew...then for her.
He came back. He was a good man after all...how could she have doubted him?

Because he's Jack Sparrow...you havereason to always doubt Jack Sparrow...

Jack picked up the rifle and took aim at the gunpowder Will had suspended just above the Kraken.
Jack fired the ball, and it flew through the air at tremendous speed.

It struck the gunpowder, causing it to explode into a display of fire and victory.

The Kraken finally released its hold, its now burning tentacles withdrawing into the ocean, making sounds almost like a groan as it disappeared.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*


Why did he come back?
Well, that answer was staring up at him from his trouser leg.

He held out his hand, she took it without delay.

Once she was on her feet she stared into his eyes. It seemed like she wanted to say something...do something...but he could not quite put his finger on it...

She was still in shock.

He actually came back... he did the right thing, just like she always said he would.

And then she realised...He'd done it for her. There was no other reason.

She was about to open her mouth to tell him exactly how she felt when -

"Did we kill it?" Marty asked hopefully.

"No." Gibbs said, sounding suspicious. "We just made it angry. We're not out of this yet." He looked over to Jack then. "Captain! Orders!"

"Abandon ship." He said sternly. "Into the longboat."

The crew looked at him. Did he really just say that?

"Jack!" Gibbs said, looking at him with a shocked expression upon his face. "The Pearl!"

"She's only a ship, mate." He answered mournfully.

Elizabeth felt for him. She knew how hard it was for him to give up The Pearl.
He did have a very good point though.

"He's right, we have to head for land." She told everyone, looking around at them.

"'S a lot o' open wa'er." Pintel said anxiously.

"That's a lot o' wa'er." Ragetti answered, looking twice as worried.

"We have to try. We could get away as it takes down the Pearl." Will added, looking around at Gibbs for confirmation.

"Abandon ship." He said, feeling a sense of loss at saying the words.

"Abandon ship or abandon hope."

*_*_*_*_*_*_*

So this was it...this was the last voyageof the Pearl...

It wasn't the ship that the Kraken wanted, and it was not the crew either...it was him...

He was the reason Jones' was after the ship, and he was the reason that the vile octopus-like-creature-thing had sent the Kraken to destroy everything within it's path.

Did he realise what this meant? Maybe no one else did either.

As much as she hated to admit it, Jack Sparrow was the best Pirate she had ever seen.

He was a talent to match no other, and his stories were famous. And yet, as great as these stories may be; nothing can live upto seeing the real thing...feeling the real thing.

His mystery was something to behold.
She saw him looking around his ship for the last time, before preparing to depart for the longboat...his love for this ship was something that could not match any other woman in his life...not even her.
Now she saw why he could never choose...his whole world revolved around a life that she had only seen a glipse of.

He'd told her they were like peas in a pod.
How right he was.
She felt like she had been set free by sailing by his side. The ship was her life too, for a few short weeks. When she would look back on this, she would know she made the right choice of being with Will...because Jack could never be kept; he was as changeable as the tide.

She felt sad.
Why should a Captain like Jack suffer so much? He loved his ship, he loved his crew...he loved his life.
And yet seeing him standing there by the ropes to the mast...toying with them, his fingers grasping them and pulling them...she knew he did not want to let this go...

She could not let him let this go.

He had a duty...he had a destiny...he had a debt.

The crew were get readying themselves to leave the Pearl, loading supplies and guns.


Elizabeth walked up to him cautiously. She knew she should not disturb him...but she had to.
It was now or never.

"Thank you, Jack." He heard her voice behind her.

He didn't need to look at her to know exactly where she was. He had an incredible sense for her lately...he could tell where she was from one side of the ship to the other.

"We're not free yet, love."

He turned to her then. His smirk still plastered to his face, even after all this...

Always having the last laugh... She thought, knowing she was right.

she took him in.
All his splendour.

His half smirk, his cocky and arrogant stance...the way he looked at her...they way he felt...

"You came back." She told him, stepping closer to him.
Too close.
Not close enough.


" I always knew you were a good man."

She looked into his eyes, seeing exactly what she wanted.


It was all she needed.

Her mouth reached out for his, her soft lips touching his rough ones. They stayed locked for a few moments, before his mouth opened slightly. Then with one last push from her insanity, she opened her mouth also, allowing him to engulf her.
His lips were so rough...so hard...but she needed it. She needed this closure.
His tongue came out to lick her lips playfully, and she suddenly found herself pushing him back..back against what; she was not sure.


All she could feel was his force of nature. The feel of his tongue coaxing hers into play...the way his lips melted so erotically against hers. This was what she had wanted...she needed to want him to want her...she wanted him to need her...
She needed him so much.
Her hands gently went upto his chest, feeling around; those chest muscles feeling so tantalizingly delectable through the thin of his shirt.
His hands were at the spine of her back again, making little circles near her bottom...no man had ever dared...but Jack could, because she needed it.

Her left hand went up and into his hair, bringing him even closer to her.
No one had ever kissed her the way he did. No one would have dared.
He began to nip at her bottom lip, causing her to moan lightly. She did not care who heard her; she had waited long enough for this and now...well...now was the only time she would get to taste it...

...Get to taste her freedom.

Their breathing was becomming ragged. Jack had deepened the kiss ten-fold, and suddenly she was kissing him so urgently...seeking something...a way out...her tongue entwining with his as his hands gripped her tighter; bringing her closer to his body...feeling every inch of the man that she needed. And she could feel it...feel the hunger coursing through him, just as it did to her...She was so lost; just like she knew she would be.

As her left hand softly caressed his cheek, her right hand slowly made its way down his arm...wanting to hold him...feel him...bring his closer.

Her hand slowly caressed his...entwining her fingers within his own rough ones. It was almost as if their bodies were making love to eachother...without touching intimately.

Clunk...

Elizabeth winced.

He did not start. He did not cry out...he just stood.

She slowly pulled her lips away from his...regretting it as she did so.

She looked up at him then, staring him directly in the eyes.

He did not flinch.

She did not expect him to.

Her mouth was still close to his...her body pressed against his urgently. She still needed him...but he had his own needs...he would have to take care of them first...

"It's after you, not the ship." She told him quietly, her body still feeling his hard one through their clothes. She still needed to feel him, she was not ready to send him away yet.
"It's not us. This is the only way, don't you see?" She asked him, looking at his face, seeing nothing but that smirk that had haunted her since the first time she had seen it...seen him....needed him.

He said nothing...he did not need to...the smirk said it all.

He was Captain Jack Sparrow.

" I'm not sorry." She told him, her lips coming closer to his again. She needed it badly...just one more taste and she could turn around and run from her convictions.

The feel of his breath against her lips sent shivers down her spine.
No man could make her feel the way he could...not even Will.

"Pirate."

His voice was full of acknowledgement.

He sounded proud...did she hear him right?
Jack Sparrow was calling her a Pirate?

And he still continued to smirk at her. He knew what she had done; chained him to the mast...ready to leave him there to go down with his ship...

And he still held that turn-up of his lip for her...almost like a solute...

He had called her a Pirate....and she had never felt more privileged.

Hesitantly, her eyes not leaving his; she took her hand from his cheek and took a step back, still looking at him intently.
He knew what she was doing, and he made no effort to stop her...


A man of honour...

She almost did not want to leave him...but she was doing this for them both...


They had both had a taste...

And the outcome was a bitter one for both of them.

She could not take it any longer; if she stayed there she would un-shackle him. She turned without saying goodbye, and ran to the edge of the ship to where the crew were waiting for them inside the longboat.

With a hand from Gibbs, Elizabeth climbed down. She blocked it from her mind; she had to. If she remembered this now, she would never forgive herself.

He needed this...he had a debt to pay...it's paid now...and we're all safe, the Kraken will not come after us anymore...Thankyou, Jack...

"Where's Jack?" Will asked bitterly.

She did wonder whether he had saw anything....

"He elected to stay behind to give us a chance." She told him, bitterness also creeping into her tone of voice.

The crew looked uncertain.

"Go!" Elizabeth shouted. Go before I climb back up there and divest him of his dignity...he deserves to go the way the stories say he did...a hero's exit...

And away she went. Leaving him there to die gracefully.
They both got what they needed...the war to end all wars...
That between a man and a woman.