His Pirate Bride

His Pirate Bride





Elizabeth walked around the Tortugan town on this busy Friday afternoon with no real purpose, almost unaware of her surroundings. She felt she knew the place like the back of her hand now. The famliarity of the roads and businesses and taverns were all second nature to her now and she rarely paid attention to the shops and their contents, until a dress shop off the main road caught her attention. It had been so long since she had actually worn a fancy dress that it seemed pointless to entertain the idea of purchasing one, but on this day her curiosity had won out. The idea of showing off her now womanly assests on a ship full of horny men would not have been practical in any sense. The burden of being a woman pirate was hard enough without drawing attention to her obvious attributes. No these things had to be down played, hidden to the point that they no longer existed. Not only in the mind of her fellow pirates but her mind as well. And so it had become so much a part of her daily life that she no longer felt strange in drab pirate garb. Her feminine side had been repressed and almost forgotten up until now, but she desperately wanted to feel that side of herself again. Her appearance of late had been grungy to say the least, her hair was always haphazardly thrown back, the glow of her skin replaced by a tired weary look, her hands and nails dingy , and the smell of the sea was always upon her. The one time governor’s daughter almost felt out of place here now as she looked around at all the delicate, dainty, dresses, but was fascinated all the same. She felt mesmerized by all the rich colors, golden yellows, emerald greens, sapphire blues, all made with lush fabrics, like satin, and velvet, with lace trims. Overwhelming is what it is she thought, so many choices. Suddenly a glimpse of fabric caught her eye. The shade stood out and took front center. It looked so different from the ones she wore in her maiden days. No, this dress was bold, it commanded attention. This dress was made for a siren. It reminded her of her time in Spain and the unique dresses she had seen the women their wear. It was scarlet with black lace underlay that peaked through the fabric just so. At the hem the black lace was gathered in to tiny ruffles that barely peaked from the bottom. The bodice was well fitted to suit a woman’s curves with black embroidered detailing accenting it. The sweetheart neckline scooped down with the dark lace peaking out just above where the bosom would peak. Exquisite, she thought, I’ll take it. Elizabeth found herself rushing to get back to her temporary home. I’ll take a long hot bath wash up and put it on she thought, although it had already occurred to her that even if it fit she had no place to wear it. It doesn’t matter, she thought. For the first time in months Elizabeth found herself looking forward to something.





Elizabeth sank back into the warm water and closed her eyes, with the taste of rum still fresh in her mouth she felt blissfully calm. So calm that before she could stop herself she fell into a deep sleep. Strange but familiar images soon began filling her mind. A dark, musty room lit with candles , a long table with an array of foods surrounding it, a table setting for two. Suddenly a familiar face appears, smiles and fills two glasses with wine and then is gone. Elizabeth picks up the glass and starts to put it to her lips just as a shadowy figure appears from the darkness. Her heart began beating so fast she could hear it in her ears. “Is the drink to yer likin, she hears a man ask. I’m sorry …what, she gasped before she could take a sip. “The wine, I bought it specially for ya”. Where am I, who are you, she asked the blurred figured. “You’ve been here before Ms Turner, cept last time was under much different circumstances”. How so, she sheepishly asked? “ Last time round I was the one longin to feel, to touch, to live, seems now the tables have turned“, he slowly growled as if he enjoyed every word that he had just said. Is that so, Elizabeth said in a haughty voice.“ Fraid so”, the figure said, “and as I remember last time you were none to sympathetic to my sufferin ,so why should I be any different to you”. Why should I respond to any of this when you wont even show yourself to me, Elizabeth barked back. ““you know who I am and I know who you are, so there’s no need fer introductions you see”, he spoke matter of factly. What do you want, Elizabeth beckoned. “ I need nothing from you this time girl, seems you’re the one in need now” he spoke, the sound of his voice changing from a mocking tone, to a sympathetic one. Elizabeth watched wide eyed as the intimidating figure drew near, darkness still surrounding the form, but she began to feel an odd comfort from it. “Look at ya, not that same girl you was that night eight years ago are ya, your’e a woman now”, and with that, the figure’s hand gently touched her face and brushed away the hair from her eyes. She felt strangely uncomfortable with her unlady like, dull appearance, but desperately hoped the stranger could see past it. His hands felt rough too her soft skin yet satisfying all the same, and as he began to cup the side of her face, she leaned into it and took in the feeling of his touch. The mere act of this made her soft inside. Sensing her vulnerability he knelt down in front of her, his face still oddly obscured, slipped his hand around to the back of her neck and brought her to him and took her mouth into his. Elizabeth surrendered to her passions without a fight, and enjoyed the sensations that his skilled wet tongue was bringing her. The long tender kiss lingered on her lips until he finally pulled away, and his once commanding voice softened to whisper her name, “Elizabeth”. The sound of his voice speaking her name made her feel as if she where the most beautiful woman in the world. The voice spoke again “Elizabeth, did ya feel alive again”. Yes,… I did, she breathlessly answered. “Say my name, he purred, I wanna hear you say it, one time”. Let me see you, see your face, I want to look at you, she quickly spoke. “You can look at me when ya say my name,……… agreed”. Agreed, she answered without hesitation, and with that she took a deep breathe and spoke his name as clearly and as surely as if it where her own. It rolled off her tongue the way only his name could, and as quickly as it did it was if a light had been lit and the man himself was in plain sight. Yes it was him, Barbossa.