Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Author of chapter: Desiring Pirates ( Story by: Desiring Pirates &
Wickedswanz)
Disclaimer: We don't own Jack Sparrow or any of the other characters. All
hail the Mouse. (DP: But he is one sexy man... Jack, not mickey! Ew!
Beastiality is against the law!)
Summary: Jack Sparrow has a rather furry problem, and finding out that the
beautiful Elizabeth Swan is now unattached is just going to really ruffle
the matter.
Rating: R for sex and violence (Ah come on!)
Warnings: Violence, sparrabeth sex, and possibly some filthy werewolf sex
later he he he.
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Chapter Two:

Elizabeth snuffed out the match she used to light the candelbra, and placed
the giant ornament on the table by the window. She sighed, remembering the
events from the past afternoon.

"Elizabeth... I love you." Will Turner had said nervously.

"I love you too, William." Elizabeth replied, and in thought added: But not
the way you want me too...

"I think we should possibly... well, maybe he should think about the...
the..." Will stuttered, the nervous blacksmith emerging forth.

"The what?" Elizabeth noticed the confused and vulnerable expression on
Will's face, and moved so she could sit near him on the couch. "Will, are
you alright?"

"Elizabeth... I think we should think about the future." Will smiled, proud
of himself that he finally got the words out.

"The future?" Elizabeth felt a thousand butterflies burst and flutter around
in her stomach. "What of it?"

Will smiled, and took a deep breath. He shifted from the couch down to the
floor and kneeled in front of her. Elizabeth gasped, and the flash of a
pirate frowning at her filled her mind. She shook her head to clear his face
from her mind- he was gone, Will was here, and Will was about to....

... he was about to propose. To her. And she had no clue what her answer
should be.

"Elizabeth Anne Swann..." Will started, reaching into his pocket and taking
out a plain little wooden box. "... I have your father's permission to ask
for your hand in marriage. Elizabeth, I love you. You are my entire world-
we have done things that only made our bond stronger. I have loved you ever
since I first met you- Elizabeth, what I am asking is..." Will removed the
lid of the wooden box to reveal a simple, silver band. Since he was nothing
but an apprentice blacksmith, he did not have enough money to buy a ring
worthy for the daughter of the power of Port Royal. Elizabeth realized that
Will must have made the band himself. She braced herself for the question.

"Elizabeth Swann, will you marry me?"

Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. She told Will that she needed
some time to think about things, it was all to sudden. Which, it wasn't.
William Turner had been hinting at marriage for the past two months now,
giving Elizabeth plenty of time to think of what her answer would be. Giving
her time to think about how her life would be.

She would wear plain houseclothes, cook, clean and have Will's babies. Very
plain. Very common.

Very not like Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Swann wanted more than that- she wanted to feel the sand beneath
her toes on the Barboda's beaches, wanted to see the sunrise on the ocean.
Wanted... what she wanted was...

What a ship is, what the Black Pearl REALLY is... is FREEDOM.

Elizabeth did not want to be part of the norm of Port Royal. She wanted to
sail on a ship, taste the life of a pirate. She had met pirates, obviously,
they had kidnapped her only three months ago and banded together with
another group of pirates to break an Aztec curse. She had sailed with
pirates, feeling the freedom they had. She had drunk rum with a pirate,
letting herself go to dance around a fire with one...

The one that haunted her dreams, as of late.

Elizabeth sighed again and began pacing the room, casting a shadow whenever
she passed the window. She had two choices- run away to fulfill her dreams
of being a pirate, or become a boring housewife. Never to have adventures,
never to meet new people.

Elizabeth sighed as she stopped in front of the window and stared out at the
sky. It was beautiful, for sure, but not as beautiful as it was out on sea.
Her thoughts led to a Captain, who was always standing on the deck of his
ship, staring out into the sea proudly. His hands on his hips... how she
wondered how those hands would feel on her...

She shook her head from those thoughts and concentrated on the sky again,
noticing the moon, big and bright against the midnight sky.

Full moon... no wonder I'm feeling all antsy. Elizabeth sighed, and thought:
The full moon always make people do the absurd.

Elizabeth yawned, and blew out each candle one by one. As she was about to
blow out the last one, however, she saw a dark figure standing on the
street. She wondered what it might be, but before she could really focus her
eyes on the figure, it ran away... on all fours.

Stray dog, I guess. Elizabeth shrugged, blowing out the last candle and
removing her bed cloak as she walked towards her giant bed. The matress was
made of downfeather, it was one of the most comfortable things she owned
here in Port Royal.

Elizabeth layed her head down on her pillow, and smiled as she let her mind
freely think about that pirate. He was handsome, she always thought so, and
smart. Elizabeth always had the feeling that he was much more about him that
he let on, and how she always felt like he was... well, an animal of some
kind. Canine, like. His features were rugged and sharp, his laugh was like a
bark. He had those wild brown eyes which reminded her of a wandering stray
her and her father came up upon one day in the street. His personality was
odd, like he was happy too see you when you met but would snap and snarl at
you if you hurt him. His mind was always on one track too: stubborn, daft,
but he gave off the air of being loveable.

Dangerous and beautiful at the same time. Elizabeth grinned into her pillow
as her eyes grew heavy, and pretty soon, she was snoring lightly.

She was already fast asleep when the howling began. Elizabeth did not hear
it, however, she was too busy dreaming about being lost at sea... with a
certain pirate.