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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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2,223
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Two
Two
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Elizabeth gradually became aware of the world around her as coolness seeped under the covers. It was enough of difference that it brought her to consciousness and made her open her eyes to look around, just as a door closed. She recognized the interior of the captain’s cabin of the Black Pearl, and that realization made her smile. She knew the closing door meant Jack had just left the cabin, and indeed as she lay back down and buried her head in the pillow could detect his scent. She giggled and brought the cover to her mouth to stifle the sound. Other thoughts came to her mind and she smiled and blushed, remembering the incredible things Jack and she had done during the night. She had always dreamed of a romantic and passionate wedding night, but the one she’d just experienced was unlike anything she could have imagined.
Her teen-age fantasies had always centered about Will Turner, and she had thought of him many nights as she lay in her bed alone in the Governor’s Mansion, waiting for sleep to come. Often those thoughts would cause a strange sensation in her lower belly, and a longing feeling in the region between her legs. She had explored that area with her hands, in fact once using a small mirror to see what was there. Finding nothing either very appealing to see or obvious as a cause of those odd sensations, she was unsure why she felt as she did, only knowing that the movement of her fingers on those bits of flesh felt good, yet still longing for more.
Those strange, strong urges became more and more apparent when several sudden upheavals in her life introduced her to Captain Jack Sparrow. Although she went from a coddled, pampered life as the daughter of the Governor to a very fitting and proper proposal of marriage from Commodore James Norrington, to a time as the captive of a band of undead pirates, to a confession of love from Will Turner and a tragically interrupted wedding to him in dizzying sequence that really should be the stuff of legend, it was her exposure to Jack that made those feelings boil within.
When on the morning of June 7, 1692, Elizabeth stood at the altar of the small Anglican Church in Port Royal with her hand on her father’s arm as he gave her in marriage to Will Turner, blacksmith, she was sure her life as a woman was just about to start, and that she’d find an answer to her desires as Will’s wife. But as Will took her hand, the ground shook. The air was suddenly filled with screams of the people gathered in the church for the wedding, but that sound was soon overpowered by the much louder noise of collapsing stone walls and falling ceiling beams. Will attempted to pull Elizabeth to safety, but was hit by a falling beam, pinning him to the floor as it fell across his body. Elizabeth shrank back in horror only to look to her left at her father, lying on the floor with a heavy beam covering his head. She fell to his side, but recoiled as she saw blood running from under the beam. Turning once again to Will, she tried to lift the heavy piece of lumber which had flattened him. He was gasping for air, and grimacing in pain. Elizabeth tried to soothe and comfort him, but he was in agony. But then, the figure of a hooded monk appeared through the dust and confusion and as Elizabeth looked up, she recognized Jack. In disguise, come to witness the wedding of his two friends, and now a welcome sight as he lifted the ceiling beam off of Will’s body. He then knelt by Will’s head as Elizabeth gathered her fallen fiancé in her arms. Will was coughing up blood, and as she questioned him, he told her he was unable to feel or move his legs. His breathing was becoming weaker and weaker, as was his pulse.
“Elizabeth—I love you. I’ve always loved you, but…….Jack—are you there? Jack—please take care of her. You’re the only man.. I can… trust to…. make ..her….. happy,” he gasped, and a guttering sound came from his throat, as his head fell back and his eyes closed.
“No! Will! No—you’ll be fine! You’ll be all right! Will! Will—I love you! “ Elizabeth’s screams went unanswered, as Will’s head fell back, and his hands sagged to the floor.
Jack felt along Will’s jaw, but could feel no pulse, and watched as Elizabeth held the body of her childhood love and fiancé, crying as though her heart was broken, rocking him to and fro as she sobbed.
Jack stood, and moved across the destruction of the church nave to check on Governor Swann, but could see immediately there was no hope of his survival. The Governor’s head had taken the force of the heavy beam, and even the thick curls of his wig had not saved his life. Jack looked around and saw many other notables of Port Royal in similar condition, and knew it wouldn’t be long before troops from the Fort would be arriving in the streets of the town to maintain order—that is if the Fort itself survived the earthquake. Fearing recognition, he then realized the danger was even closer, for with the ground tremors, some of the candles in the church had fallen on flammable materials and there was a sizable fire growing around the altar .
Jack turned quickly, grabbed the prayer book with a few loose papers from the hands of the fallen rector, and then lifted Elizabeth up from the floor. She struggled with him, pulling away to return to Will, but Jack spoke to her sharply, “LIZZIE! He’s gone! There’s nothing you can do fer him, ‘n we have to git out o’ here! Look! “, pointing to the flames and a large beam beginning to sag toward the floor. As they stumbled over the debris all around, and finally made it to the door hanging by only one hinge, the stones from the steeple and bell tower of the church began to fall. Jack grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and pulled her out of the path of a large stone just as it crashed to earth.
They ran through the cluttered streets of the town, dodging fallen walls and uprooted trees, finally making their way out onto the seashore heading toward the Black Pearl, which Jack had anchored in an out of the way cove. Miraculously, the longboat Jack had used to come ashore was still dragged up onto the beach, and Jack shoved Elizabeth inside, shouting to her, “We ‘ave to get out of ‘ere, luv, before th’ sea roars in on a huge wave. I seen it afore, after a quake like that ‘un, the sea sends in a mighty wave to complete the job. ‘ere, grab an oar, an’ ‘elp get us to th’ Pearl.”
Elizabeth was still gasping for air after their run from the destruction, but did as she was bid. They soon arrived at the side of the Pearl, and Jack insisted she climb the rope ladder, with him close behind, not waiting for the crew to winch the longboat up. Even as he climbed, Jack was shouting orders. The Pearl soon began to move, and was able to retreat from the island far enough to escape the force of the tidal wave, but still within sight of land.
Elizabeth stood, staring at her home as it shrank in the distance, and as she watched, saw an enormous wall of water rise and advance on the shattered town. The buildings that had not crumbled with the earth tremors now fell to the power of the wave. The people on board the ship could do nothing, but watch in horror the final destruction of a once proud town. The wave covered everything, rushing into the town, over the walls of the Fort and the buildings around the town center. Soon white smoke emerged where before the billows had been black, showing that at least some of the fires had been extinguished, but offering little hope that any good would come of it.
Elizabeth turned her face into Jack’s shoulder and wept. She felt his arms hug her to his chest and heard his deep voice whispering soft soothing words. How long they stood thusly, she didn’t know, but when she raised her head, the ship was far out to sea. Port Royal was just land on the horizon with smoke rising from it, much like other islands she had seen in her adventures on various ships. Elizabeth looked out on a world that had turned completely upside down in a very short time, and did the only thing a well-brought up young lady could do— she fainted.
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Elizabeth gradually became aware of the world around her as coolness seeped under the covers. It was enough of difference that it brought her to consciousness and made her open her eyes to look around, just as a door closed. She recognized the interior of the captain’s cabin of the Black Pearl, and that realization made her smile. She knew the closing door meant Jack had just left the cabin, and indeed as she lay back down and buried her head in the pillow could detect his scent. She giggled and brought the cover to her mouth to stifle the sound. Other thoughts came to her mind and she smiled and blushed, remembering the incredible things Jack and she had done during the night. She had always dreamed of a romantic and passionate wedding night, but the one she’d just experienced was unlike anything she could have imagined.
Her teen-age fantasies had always centered about Will Turner, and she had thought of him many nights as she lay in her bed alone in the Governor’s Mansion, waiting for sleep to come. Often those thoughts would cause a strange sensation in her lower belly, and a longing feeling in the region between her legs. She had explored that area with her hands, in fact once using a small mirror to see what was there. Finding nothing either very appealing to see or obvious as a cause of those odd sensations, she was unsure why she felt as she did, only knowing that the movement of her fingers on those bits of flesh felt good, yet still longing for more.
Those strange, strong urges became more and more apparent when several sudden upheavals in her life introduced her to Captain Jack Sparrow. Although she went from a coddled, pampered life as the daughter of the Governor to a very fitting and proper proposal of marriage from Commodore James Norrington, to a time as the captive of a band of undead pirates, to a confession of love from Will Turner and a tragically interrupted wedding to him in dizzying sequence that really should be the stuff of legend, it was her exposure to Jack that made those feelings boil within.
When on the morning of June 7, 1692, Elizabeth stood at the altar of the small Anglican Church in Port Royal with her hand on her father’s arm as he gave her in marriage to Will Turner, blacksmith, she was sure her life as a woman was just about to start, and that she’d find an answer to her desires as Will’s wife. But as Will took her hand, the ground shook. The air was suddenly filled with screams of the people gathered in the church for the wedding, but that sound was soon overpowered by the much louder noise of collapsing stone walls and falling ceiling beams. Will attempted to pull Elizabeth to safety, but was hit by a falling beam, pinning him to the floor as it fell across his body. Elizabeth shrank back in horror only to look to her left at her father, lying on the floor with a heavy beam covering his head. She fell to his side, but recoiled as she saw blood running from under the beam. Turning once again to Will, she tried to lift the heavy piece of lumber which had flattened him. He was gasping for air, and grimacing in pain. Elizabeth tried to soothe and comfort him, but he was in agony. But then, the figure of a hooded monk appeared through the dust and confusion and as Elizabeth looked up, she recognized Jack. In disguise, come to witness the wedding of his two friends, and now a welcome sight as he lifted the ceiling beam off of Will’s body. He then knelt by Will’s head as Elizabeth gathered her fallen fiancé in her arms. Will was coughing up blood, and as she questioned him, he told her he was unable to feel or move his legs. His breathing was becoming weaker and weaker, as was his pulse.
“Elizabeth—I love you. I’ve always loved you, but…….Jack—are you there? Jack—please take care of her. You’re the only man.. I can… trust to…. make ..her….. happy,” he gasped, and a guttering sound came from his throat, as his head fell back and his eyes closed.
“No! Will! No—you’ll be fine! You’ll be all right! Will! Will—I love you! “ Elizabeth’s screams went unanswered, as Will’s head fell back, and his hands sagged to the floor.
Jack felt along Will’s jaw, but could feel no pulse, and watched as Elizabeth held the body of her childhood love and fiancé, crying as though her heart was broken, rocking him to and fro as she sobbed.
Jack stood, and moved across the destruction of the church nave to check on Governor Swann, but could see immediately there was no hope of his survival. The Governor’s head had taken the force of the heavy beam, and even the thick curls of his wig had not saved his life. Jack looked around and saw many other notables of Port Royal in similar condition, and knew it wouldn’t be long before troops from the Fort would be arriving in the streets of the town to maintain order—that is if the Fort itself survived the earthquake. Fearing recognition, he then realized the danger was even closer, for with the ground tremors, some of the candles in the church had fallen on flammable materials and there was a sizable fire growing around the altar .
Jack turned quickly, grabbed the prayer book with a few loose papers from the hands of the fallen rector, and then lifted Elizabeth up from the floor. She struggled with him, pulling away to return to Will, but Jack spoke to her sharply, “LIZZIE! He’s gone! There’s nothing you can do fer him, ‘n we have to git out o’ here! Look! “, pointing to the flames and a large beam beginning to sag toward the floor. As they stumbled over the debris all around, and finally made it to the door hanging by only one hinge, the stones from the steeple and bell tower of the church began to fall. Jack grabbed Elizabeth’s hand and pulled her out of the path of a large stone just as it crashed to earth.
They ran through the cluttered streets of the town, dodging fallen walls and uprooted trees, finally making their way out onto the seashore heading toward the Black Pearl, which Jack had anchored in an out of the way cove. Miraculously, the longboat Jack had used to come ashore was still dragged up onto the beach, and Jack shoved Elizabeth inside, shouting to her, “We ‘ave to get out of ‘ere, luv, before th’ sea roars in on a huge wave. I seen it afore, after a quake like that ‘un, the sea sends in a mighty wave to complete the job. ‘ere, grab an oar, an’ ‘elp get us to th’ Pearl.”
Elizabeth was still gasping for air after their run from the destruction, but did as she was bid. They soon arrived at the side of the Pearl, and Jack insisted she climb the rope ladder, with him close behind, not waiting for the crew to winch the longboat up. Even as he climbed, Jack was shouting orders. The Pearl soon began to move, and was able to retreat from the island far enough to escape the force of the tidal wave, but still within sight of land.
Elizabeth stood, staring at her home as it shrank in the distance, and as she watched, saw an enormous wall of water rise and advance on the shattered town. The buildings that had not crumbled with the earth tremors now fell to the power of the wave. The people on board the ship could do nothing, but watch in horror the final destruction of a once proud town. The wave covered everything, rushing into the town, over the walls of the Fort and the buildings around the town center. Soon white smoke emerged where before the billows had been black, showing that at least some of the fires had been extinguished, but offering little hope that any good would come of it.
Elizabeth turned her face into Jack’s shoulder and wept. She felt his arms hug her to his chest and heard his deep voice whispering soft soothing words. How long they stood thusly, she didn’t know, but when she raised her head, the ship was far out to sea. Port Royal was just land on the horizon with smoke rising from it, much like other islands she had seen in her adventures on various ships. Elizabeth looked out on a world that had turned completely upside down in a very short time, and did the only thing a well-brought up young lady could do— she fainted.
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