ManEater

Elizabeth

It was almost daybreak but I was able to slip quietly into my room before anyone awakened... again. I walked over to the balcony and stood between the double doors. The early morning sky was breathtaking as it changed from midnight blue to light. Off in the distance, the sun began to rise, lighting the horizon on fire with beautiful shades of red and orange. A gentle breeze of warm, Caribbean air wrapped around my body like a blanket. It was such a wonderful, soothing feeling. I grew tired and my eye-lids began to droop. I stepped back inside my room, closing the doors behind me. After changing into my nightdress I crawled into bed. I closed my eyes in hopes of falling into a deep sleep, but it was no use. There were too many pestering thoughts racing through my mind, keeping me awake. The nature of these thoughts was disconcerting. They were reflections of my relationships with Will and with Jack... and they were beginning to plague my heart.

I enjoyed spending time with Will, but my stolen moments with Jack were more intimate and much more gratifying. I could still feel the warmth of his body against mine... his tender, yet powerful kisses upon my lips. My thoughts drifted to Will and our night together. I believed that we'd desperately needed to spend some time alone if we were to salvage any kind of relationship. The thought that I might fall in love with him again had never crossed my mind. He'd surprised me with his sudden sexual aggression. He'd always been the one that insisted we wait until we were married. Perhaps he's been spending too much time with Jack and his uncouth ways are rubbing off on Will. Whatever the cause... Will had desperation in his eyes that night. He'd felt he needed to impress me... dare I say "woo" me, and show me a side of him I'd never seen before. I liked this bold, new side of him and now I must uncover more of his hidden qualities. I desire to know the true Will Turner.

Maybe I should have allowed Will to have me. I doubt he would have been anywhere near as passionate as Jack. There was something about being with an older man that liberated me. I felt free... spiritually, physically, sexually... something I thought I'd never feel. I don't regret losing my maidenhood to Jack. Ever since that fateful day we kissed I've dreamt of nothing else but being his lover.

Will and Jack both possess qualities in a man that I adore. Will is a gentleman... well mannered, honorable and, regrettably, very predictable. At least he was until last night. Jack on the other hand is a rogue. He is someone whom I thought I could never love. A woman of my birthright would never be caught dead with the likes of him. Underneath his infamous image is an overall good man. I've come to realize that he is the only man that has the power to satisfy my insatiable hunger for adventure. He makes me feel alive.

I was disturbed by what Jack didn't say to me last night. Perhaps that's what compelled me to leave his cabin so early this morning while he was still fast asleep. I know it's difficult for him to express his feelings but I need to know how important I am in his life... how he views our relationship. At least he's told me he loves me. That should be enough for me but I feel I must protect my heart from possibly being broken by him. How can I be so sure he's not toying with me? He is a pirate after all.

My relationship with Will is already established and I know he would never hurt me. This was the heaviness that continued to lie on my heart all night. It was painful and unrelenting... I must choose. But how can I? I love them both. No. I must continue with my duplicity a while longer. Perhaps there will come a sign that will bring forth my resolve. I can only pray that nothing bad will come of this deception.

I attempted to close my eyes once more, but I couldn’t sleep. Frustrated, I got out of bed and walked out of my room. I had to speak with Will. I found myself standing at his door. I crept inside the room and closed the door and noticed that he was fast asleep, lying on his back. I approached the bed in order to get a better view of Will’s sleeping form. I was pleasantly surprised to see that his chest was bare and it appeared that he wasn’t wearing anything else under the sheets. As he stirred in his slumber, he kicked one side of the sheet away from him, exposing himself completely. I began to giggle in bashfulness at this unfamiliar sight. I never thought that he would be the type to sleep nude. I had never seen him without his clothes before. I always thought that I would see him this way on our wedding night; when we would both reveal ourselves to each other. But now everything has changed. I suddenly felt a rush of desire run throughout my body as I continued to stare at his handsomeness. I wished that he would wake up and take me into his arms and make love to me. I wonder how that would feel… My mind finally reverted back to my beloved Jack…perhaps to prevent me from committing any further unfaithfulness against him. I walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down next to Will.

I couldn’t stop staring at him in awe. I then remembered why I came into the room…I need to discuss the fate of our relationship with him, but he’s asleep. Perhaps I’ll leave him a note instead…I found a sheet of parchment and a pen on the end table next to the bed. I carefully sat on the edge of the bed and began writing. I poured my heart into that letter. I could feel tears starting to well up inside my eyes as I revealed my feelings about him... I even mentioned marriage. As I completed my letter, I suddenly felt exhausted. I folded the letter and placed it on the pillow next to him. I was so tired. I just need to rest my eyes for a few minutes… I curled up next to my fiancé and glanced at his beautiful face. I traced his lips with my fingers and traveled down to his chest and stomach, and stopped above his privates. Will shifted and groaned at my delicate touches on his skin and I smiled at the effect I'd had on him. I then closed my eyes and fell into a much-needed, deep sleep.

Jack Sparrow

Will and I stood face to face on the deck of the Pearl. I was slightly vexed, yet curious as to what he needed to say. I couldn’t discern his mood, for he seemed as though he was overwhelmed with every emotion imaginable. He should be depressed. Lizzie broke his heart yesterday. He shouldn’t be smiling, he should be crying! I wanted to ask him about that, but I restrained myself from doing so. I took one bold step closer to him and eyed him curiously. “So boy, why are you here?”

Will sighed and smiled half-heartedly. “I need to talk to you about something...I came here late last night to get some more advice from you on how to ameliorate my charms with women, but you were doing some wooing of your own…as it were...if you know what I mean.” He replied with a foolish grin. I couldn’t help but to smile guiltily at him. I found it very funny, yet disturbing that he heard Elizabeth and I in my cabin last night. I wanted to boast about it, but I couldn’t. “Well then, follow me into my cabin where we can drink and discuss your eunuchy issues.” I replied sarcastically as we walked inside my cabin. “Here, sit, drink…” I said as I handed him a bottle of rum and sat down at the table. Will glanced around my room with a questioning frown on his face. He then sat down at the table across from me and took a swig of rum.

He then looked in the direction of my bed and frowned. “Jack is your bed lopsided? It looks broken.” I glanced at my bed and saw that it was indeed crooked, and possibly broken. “Well look at that. I guess it is broken, aye mate?” I replied with a devious grin as I took a swig of rum and rested my legs on the table.

Will shook his head. “My God, Jack. What the bloody hell were you doing to that poor woman?” He retorted with a worried frown on his face. I sighed in triumph as I remembered the many erotic things Elizabeth and I were doing to each other. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” I replied with a cunning smile. "Ask me again when you're older. You're much too young to wrap your innocent mind around such an adult situation."

Will smiled and laughed. “That’s very funny, Jack…but I beg to differ. So tell me, who was the lucky lady, I mean poor, unfortunate woman who paid you a visit last night? Do I know her?" My grin became even more diabolical. I wanted to tell him who it was that I was shagging feverishly last night, but I couldn’t.

“Well, you could say that you've been acquainted with her…” I replied carefully, trying not to reveal my secret lover. Will began rubbing his chin, deep in thought as he tried unsuccessfully to figure out her identity. “Was she one of the whores from Tortuga?” He asked rubbing his cheek. "They slap hard." I frowned at him and took a sip of rum before answering him. “Now why do you automatically assume that I was in bed with a whore last night? She could have been a dear friend I ran in to last night. No pun intended.” I replied with a devious smirk.

Will shrugged his shoulders. “I just thought that you had a whore in here because I've only ever seen you with whores…” He replied confidently.

“Just so you know dear, young William, I attract all sorts of women, not just ladies of the evening. And the woman who was in here last night was certainly no whore…like I said before; she was an old friend I met last night. Anyway, enough about me and my frolics…why don’t we talk about you and your nonexistent sex life?” I replied with slight agitation in my voice.

Will sat back in his chair and sighed, and took a sip of rum before answering me.

“I wanted to know more about how to woo a woman, but this time, how to truly please her…you know…how to please her ...physically.” I nearly choked on rum at his question. This could be tricky. I can't give this bumbling idiot all my magic tricks. What if he tries them on Lizzie!!

"Listen, Mate...I’m only going to tell you what you are capable of and from the looks of it, I don’t think you’re capable of very much…” I retorted snidely. Will rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Okay then, tell me what to do Jack ...Lord of Sex…” He replied sarcastically.

“Alright then. You see, lad, a woman’s body is like an instrument. You have to know the right strings to pluck and keys to press in order to get a beautiful sound out of her. It’s all in the way you touch her that stimulates her body…she’ll want you more when you do that. You must realize that each woman is a different instrument. They all need to be played in different ways. That’s all I should tell ya lad, you’ll have to figure out the rest on your own.” I replied sternly. I did not want to tell him about how I tease them until they can’t bear it anymore. He'd just get himself into trouble with that kind of knowledge. Will smiled and sat back in his chair again.

“So what you’re telling me is that every woman likes to be touched in different ways?” He asked.

“Yes, but you must touch them the right way.” I replied with a knowing grin. Will nodded his head and smiled.

“Well it sounded like you were playing all the right chords last night.” He replied in a soft chuckle.

“Aye, well that’s the point lad. I did me job and she’ll come back for more…tonight.” I replied cunningly.

“And I’m sure you’ll welcome her with open arms.” Will laughed and shook his head.

“You’re damn right.” I retorted as I took another swig of rum. “Who, may I ask, is the lucky lady that you're going to woo?” I asked curiously. Will blushed and cocked his brow.

“It’s Elizabeth, of course. Who else would it be?” He laughed. My face quickly changed from a smile to an angry glower. I tried to hide it, but I couldn’t. The mere mention of Elizabeth’s name and what he planned on doing to her infuriated me. How dare he! I could have reached into my trousers and pulled out my gun and shot him in the temple. He began to look at me worriedly. My mood was surely written all over my face. I immediately forced a fake smile on my face in hopes of concealing my growing anger.

“Perhaps you should try it on another woman…That Elizabeth is nothing but a tease. Why don't you let me find somebody who won't say no... no matter how bad your wooing is? I asked hopefully. “Oh, I know who…” I smiled cunningly at him. “How about Tia Dalma?" I suggested anyone I could think of just to get his attention off of my Lizzie.

Will took a swig of rum and laughed. "Tia Dalma? Jack you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? I believe Tia is very fond of you. She did in fact say that she wanted to get to know you…”

Will eyed me quizzically. “Jack I thought you two knew each other. If I recall, I remember you saying that you two were once lovers. I know how very protective you are over your women."

"Indeed, that’s all true, but unfortunately we are no more. We were once inseparable, thick as thieves…but I’ve moved on, and so has she. But, if I might add, she’s very good at getting’ to know you, I can attest to that myself, mate.” I retorted with a satisfied grin and took a swig of rum.

"As tempting as her offer sounds, I must pass. There is only one woman who is in my heart and her name is Elizabeth Swann.” He retorted with a smile. I nearly jumped out of my seat and knocked him over, but I restrained myself.

“So why are you back here asking me for more advice? I take it that you were not able to woo your bonnie lass last night?” I asked confidently, for I knew Elizabeth had refused him.

“As a matter of fact, I was somewhat successful last night, but I think I might have made an ass out of myself.” He said in embarrassment. I smiled devilishly as I tried to keep myself from bursting out in laughter.

“Oh? How so? I can’t imagine anyone thinking of you being a bigger ass than you already are…” I retorted snidely. Will shot me a harsh glare as he proceeded to tell me about last night.

“Well I said everything you told me to say…I complemented her on her beauty, her skin, her hair…I told her how I felt. She laughed at me at one point during the night. I’m not sure why but maybe because of the way I was looking at her. I was nervous the whole night…” He said with a serious frown. I wanted to laugh so badly at him. What a whelp!

“So, did she do anything or say something significant last night?” I asked innocently.

“No, she didn’t say anything. I think she loved what I did. I know she told me that she loves me….” He replied with a proud smile. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I was shocked and lost for words. Elizabeth told me that she had refused him…now he’s telling me otherwise.

“What?” I finally blurted out. “She fell for your tricks? Might I ask you a personal question?”

“Yes.” Will replied kindly.

“How far did you get with her last night?” I asked, trying to calm my anger.

“Not very far…we kissed, but that’s all. We were about to make love but…” He started.

“Make love…aye" I interrupted. "So she was willing to, let’s just say, give you her maidenhood last night?” I asked, as I tried to hold in my anger.

“So, why didn't you take her?” I demanded. Will sighed and frowned. He was hesitant to reveal any other details of his supposed rendezvous with my Lizzie.

“We stopped because she said that she wasn’t ready.” He answered sounding defeated. I sat back in my chair, relieved, yet still infuriated.

“Oh…well, all the more reason you should forget her and try it on someone who is ready.” I suggested again with a reassuring smile. Will nodded his head in disagreement.

“No, I will wait. She told me that she wasn’t ready to go that far just yet...I will respect her wishes and wait for her, until the time is right.”

I was sitting on the edge of my seat. A sea of negative emotions began to rage through my body. I didn’t know how to feel besides angry. I was pissed that this eunuch had his way with Elizabeth…kissing and touching her in a sexual manner. I tried to block out visuals of them being together, in that special way only she and I have been. I began to feel hurt. Hurt that Elizabeth lied to me about her night with this ass…betrayed by allowing him to kiss her…to touch her in ways that I only should. What hurts the most is that she almost made love to him and gave him what’s mine…I cannot believe this. I sat quiet for a few moments. I turned my gaze from Will, who was reading a letter. Curious, I wanted to know what he was reading.

“What are you reading?” I asked, bringing myself to look at him once again. Will glanced up at me and smiled.

“It’s a letter from Elizabeth. She left it on my pillow this morning. I woke up to find it lying next to me and I was surprised to see her sleeping next to me. I thought that it was quite odd, since she told me that she wouldn’t sleep in the same bed with me until we were married.” He confessed.

“May I see that letter? I'd like to see her viewpoint on your relationship.” I retorted with a reassuring smile as I extended my hand. Will obliged and gave me the letter as he stood up and walked around the room. I took a swig of rum as I read it, for I desperately needed something to calm my nerves.

I was now at my breaking point. I could not believe what I was hearing. She leaves my bed with no explanation to lie in bed with another man? That wench! I took in a deep breath to calm myself down. I now wanted to see that letter…I have to know more. I braced myself for what I was about to find out.
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To my dearest William,

I wanted to tell you how much I love you. I adored what you did for me last night. I wanted to apologize for my odd behavior when we were in the heat of passion. I wish we could have continued, for my body longs for you. I know we have not spent any time together, but I am happy we did last night. I think I am falling in love with you all over again...and I look forward to continuing our relationship into marriage. Yours truly forever with love, Elizabeth.
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"Bitch!" I whispered under my breath as I slammed the small rum bottle I held in my hand onto the table, breaking it into pieces. I could feel the glass pierce my hand, but I did not care, for the pain in my heart hurt even more.

Will glanced over at me in bewilderment as he stood at the bookshelf. "Jack! What’s wrong! Oh my God your hand is bleeding!" He said as ran over to me. "Why did you break your rum bottle like that? Are you going mad?"

I looked at my blood soaked hand and then at Will. "I guess I lost my grip on it, mate. Don’t worry about my hand; it doesn’t hurt at all…"

Will widened his eyes. "Jack you have a deep gash. You must wrap it with something to stop the bleeding! Here, I’ll get you a scarf." He said as he grabbed an old scarf from the nightstand and began wrapping my hand with it. I was in excruciating pain. Of course I didn’t show it. My hand was throbbing, but not as much as my heart...