ManEater

Jack Sparrow

I didn’t want to reveal to her how I used to feel about her. I feel differently about her now. I no longer see her as my soul mate nor anyone whom I would want to be with. I decided to tell her how I really felt, even if it meant hurting her feelings. I had no intention of telling her what she wanted to hear because my feelings for her were rapidly changing. Piss on her and her feelings.

“All I can say Ms. Swann is that you certainly are not my wench.” She widened her eyes with relief for a moment, until I spoke again. I stepped even closer to her and smirked. “You are nothing to me. Never have been, never will be, savvy?”

Elizabeth’s face changed from relief to utter despair. Her cheeks flushed red with rage as tears streamed down her face. All I could do was watch her reaction. I wasn’t sorry for what I had said. It was her turn to hurt as much as I was.

“You don't really mean that do you, Jack?” She sobbed.

“I mean every word, love.” I replied sternly.

“Well if you are a man of your word, I guess you meant it when you told me you love me.” She replied in a soft whisper as she looked into my eyes. I had to prevent myself from falling for her tears. I was beginning to feel remorse, but I quickly shook it off.

“No. I don’t love you. I said that to get what I’ve always wanted from you. I’m a pirate. I’m incapable of loving anyone, especially someone like you.” I retorted snidely as I walked to the middle of the room. Elizabeth then walked over to where I stood and glared at me.

“You are nothing more than a pathetic coward! I don’t know how I believed that you were a good man and that I was in love with you. I regret ever wasting my time with you!” She cried.

I smirked at her wickedly. “Now now Lizzie you don’t really mean that. You know you enjoyed spending time with me. If you would have told poor William that it was over and that you weren’t in love with him, then we wouldn’t be arguing now would we? We would be in my bed right now having some adult fun…” I retorted condescendingly. “But we can’t because you didn’t do what I suggested.”

“It’s not that easy Jack! You wanted me to do it! You never asked me what I wanted to do! Why don’t you put yourself in my position and realize that it’s extremely hard to break up with someone you love and are engaged to! She said with tears welling up in her eyes.

“But it was easy for you to betray your fiancé and jump into bed with another man and share your body with him.” I replied coldly as I stared at her accusingly.

Elizabeth could not look me in the eye. I could tell that I’d struck a guilty nerve. She then rolled her eyes and began to speak. “I don’t understand why you gave Will advice on how to woo me. Any other man would have done everything he could to keep another man away from the woman he loves!” She countered angrily.

“What do you expect Elizabeth! I had to do it! You know damn well that I tried to dissuade that whelp from pursuing you! He was so adamant about being with you! It’s not my job to break up with him when he’s your fiancé!”

“You’re right. He is my fiancé. He has every right to do whatever he wants to me, whenever he wants.” She replied viciously with a wicked smirk. Her comment stung me straight in the heart. I didn’t expect her to say that. I tried not to let it show that her words affected me. I stepped even closer to her and smirked.

“You know Lizzie…you may be a governor’s daughter, but you are no better than a Tortugan whore…”

Elizabeth widened her eyes in shock and in an instant, she took her right hand and slapped me across my cheek. It took me by surprise at first and stung like hell, but my pride wasn’t hurt. I rubbed my cheek with my left hand and smiled cunningly at her.

More tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued to stare at me. “Bastard! How dare you speak to me that way! You know I didn’t deserve that!” She then backed away from me and began to walk towards the door. She then stopped and turned around and looked at me.

“You deserve to be called a whore, since you don’t like being called a wench. Whores are the ones who jump into any man’s bed, having no regard for herself or the man she’s sleeping with. Whores are the ones who would do anything to satisfy their selfish desires. Whores…” As I was about to make my last, brutal statement, Elizabeth slapped me again…harder this time. I stumbled back two steps; luckily I didn’t fall to the floor. I pretended that it didn’t hurt and returned her an angry, yet elated smile.

“I wish I would have never agreed to save your ass from World’s End! I damn you to hell Jack Sparrow….”

I walked over to her and stood in front of her and smirked cunningly. “Too late Lizzie, I’ve already been damned to hell and came back. And to tell you the truth, I’d rather be in hell than be with you.”
She frowned and turned around and opened the door. Before she stepped out, I quickly shut the door.

“Let me go Jack!”

She spun around and glared at me with tears in her eyes. Our eyes were transfixed on each other for a few moments. Part of me wanted to forgive her and throw her onto the bed and make passionate love, while my other half despised her and wanted her out of my life forever.

“Let me just inform you of one thing love; whatever we had, it’s over. There will be no more sneaking out at midnight and having my goods whenever ya want, savvy?” I said sternly as I brushed my lips on hers.

Elizabeth turned around and opened the door. “That’s something I intend to never let happen again. Good riddance Jack!” She said as she stepped out of my cabin and slammed the door.

Before she could step foot outside my cabin, I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her close to my body. She struggled against my grip on her arms and glared into my eyes with pure hate.

“Let go of me Jack! Get your filthy hands off of me!”

I smirked at her attempt to fight me off, but I yanked her to close to my chest. She stopped struggling and looked at me, tears streaming down her face. I lifted her chin and brought my face closer to hers. I could feel her body weakening at my touch. She probably thinks I’m going to kiss her. Asinine fool. I then wiped a tear from her face. I brought my lips closer to hers and flashed the most sadistic smile I’ve ever made.

“I’m not sorry.” I said in a vicious tone.

Elizabeth was taken aback by my words. She began to struggle against me and I willingly let go of her arms. She stood quiet for a moment and pushed me with all of her might.

I couldn’t help but to continue smirking at her, for I knew I had struck another cord.

“Doesn’t sound so nice when it’s said to you, aye love?”

More tears began to stream down her face. She quickly turned around and left my cabin, slamming the door behind her. I stood watching the door for a few moments, expecting her to run back in and plead her case. I then walked over to the table and realized that the porcelain figurine was still safely in its box. I picked it up and smiled. I had one nerve to throw it against the wall and shatter it, but something inside prevented me from doing so. Instead, I took my empty rum bottle and threw it at the door. I had a sea of mixed emotions raging inside my body. I felt mad, upset, betrayed, and happy, all in one emotion. I’m glad to be rid of her.

I should have never allowed anyone to get so close to me. It’s not worth falling in love with someone because in the end, you’re betrayed. It will be a cold day in hell before I’ll ever let that happen again…