The Chinese New Year

Title: The Chinese New Year
Rated R
Summary: It was a fine time to fall in love. It was a fine time to tell the person you fell in love with them, thus putting said loved one in mortal danger.
Disclaimer: I don't own potc.
Note: I had time to sit down and clean up my binder- and I found my plans for TCNY!! So, with some minor changes and an apology for not updating The Jack Series (my computer kicked the bucket... it's at the doctors now.), I present to you another chapter of The Chinese New Year!!! There is one more chapter, and an epilogue, then this story will be over- officially! lol.
(Psst... your welcome, howlongmustiwait!!!)
Chapter Twenty Eight
Will Turner had left the cabin after he woke up, oddly calm. It was like he finally had closure, and knew he would no longer make any more trouble.
For Elizabeth, it was a little unnerving. But what was unnerving was that Jack was now sitting at his desk, his hands folded under his chin and staring off into space.
"Jack, are you alright?" Elizabeth asked, placing her hands on his shoulders. Like a good little... lover, she guessed... she began rubbing his shoulders, hoping to relax his man.
Heh. My man.
"Luv I need some time to myself. Do ye mind?" Jack asked, sounding oddly displaced.
Elizabeth let go of his shoulders and took a step back. "I am leaving!" Elizabeth said, hoping that Jack would change his mind.
He did not answer her.
"Witness em doing the leaving!" Elizabeth tried again, turning a little towards the door, but still able to turn to Jack if need be.
The need never arose.
"I will be back soon, then." Elizabeth said her goodbye, and left, closing the door behind her.
Elizabeth didn't get it. One moment, Jack was whispering obsenities in her ear; the next, nothing. Elizabeth began to wonder if she did anything wrong.
Maybe we went to far, to soon. But... he wanted to! And I wanted to, and he is always talking about taking the oppurtune moment! Elizabeth shook her head. Silly. It's not you - it's the Pearl. Well, getting the Pearl back. Jack did look shaken when Davy Jones came... he looked horrible.
Elizabeth shuddered, then decided to stick close to Gibbs on deck. Some men were eyeballing her, and she knew that if she stuck with Gibbs, she'd be safe.
Jack heard the door click shut and let his lip go. He had to bite his lip in order fo him not to tell Elizabeth to stay. He needed to think of a way to rid himself of Jones once and for all, and his girl was a distraction.
Heh. My girl.
Jack leaned back in his chair and placed his hands, clasped together, on his chest. Smiling, he thoguht of the way Elizabeth looked when they were talking of curiousity.
Glad we gave into that.
He remembered marveling at the beauty this girl- he was ten years her senior- held. But it was not her beauty waht attracted Jack to her. It was the wit she held on her tongue, the ability for her to speak her mind. To hell with the consequences, she always wanted you to know the truth- or, at least, her version of it. She was spitfire, his Lizzie. After this Jones deal was done with, he couldn't wait to sit down and hold a conversation for hours -
Jones.
What he treasured most.
Dammit. Fuck, crap, shite, hell, bugger, bugger, bugger, BUGGER.
Jack grabbed his head - he had a headache all of the sudden.
Damn it all to HELL.
He had not planned on this. He had not planned on any of this. Bugger. It was a fine time to fall in love. It was a fine time to tell the person you fell in love with them, thus putting said loved one in mortal danger. Bugger. Now he had to figure out a way to get the Pearl back, kill Jones, get the moody eunuch off into the yonder and save Elizabeth.
He needed to shoot something. A knock sounded on the door.
"Captain, we found Barbossa in the brig. What would you like to do with him?"
Jack smiled, and grabbed his gun off the desk, making sure it was loaded.
Sometimes there is a silver lining.
Jack walked back into the cabin about a half an hour later, wipinjg off a drop of blood that got on his gun. It felt good, taking his agression out on Barbossa. He simply walked in there, smiled, and asked Will if he coule please shoot him - "For old times sake." After two bullets, and some mean jibes, Barbossa was dead and Jack felt a tiny bit relaxed.
"Hello, Jack."
Jack looked over and saw Elizabeth sitting on the bed, looking up at him with cautious eyes.
"'Lo, Lizzie."
Elizabeth visibly relaxed at the sound of her pet name. Jack placed his gun back on the desk, and walked over to sit next to her.
"Is everything alright now?"
Jack gave her a soft smile, and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. He rested his hand on her soft cheek.
"Elizabeth... ye know I really care for ye?"
Elizabeth smiled. "Of course. And I feel the same way..." Where is he going with this?
"And with this Jones deal, I-"
Elizabeth hushed him by placing her finger on his lips. She stopped him, because he might say what she didn't want to hear.
"I'll be careful." she said, trying to make it seem that she was alright. See if he'll take this her way. "I promise." She smiled. "And whatever happens, I won't burn the rum."
Jack chuckled. "Poor rum. It always meets a brutal end." He leaned forward, gently pushing her back.
"It's a tragedy. The rum never really has a chance. I mean, it sits there, completely innocent, and people come and set fire to it. So sad." Elizabeth's hands came to rest on his neck/
"Poor rum."
Elizabeth nodded, feeling Jack's lips brush against hers. "Aye. Poor rum."
Jack seized her lips before she could say anything else. He kissed her passionately, gripping her hips and pressing her on him. He was already beginning to grow in his breeches... but something felt off.
I really care for you. Hell, I love you.
Elizabeth ran her tongue down her neck, and he groaned. Jack rolled over, so Elizabeth was on top, and sat up. He itched her skirt up, and touched the soft skin he found there. Jack looked into her eyes, watching them grow darker by the second. It aroused him more... but not as much as it use to.
I want to have you for as long as I can.
Jack reached up and placed a surprisingly soft kiss on her lips. Elizabeth moved her lips, but let him kiss her, it felt too good to take over... Jack kissed her more deeply, slipping his tongue over her lips to enter.
I do want you. I do...
Elizabeth kissed along his jawline, working so his manhood came free from his pants, and went to push herself on.
"Shh..." Jack laid a hand on her stomach, stopping her.
"Jack?"
"Take it slowly, luv. Make love to me..." Jack gripped her hips and helped her move onto him slowly. "Take me slowly..."
Jack's mouth opened as Elizabeth fully sat on him. His eyes closed, and with a forced groan, rested his forehead on hers.
Enjoy this. Enjoy her before you tell her...
She took her time, like Jack asked, and began making love to him.
I want to keep you. I do. I should tell you this, tell you all this... I don't know if I can keep you. My treasure...
Jack began thinking of treasures. Gold and silver is what pirates went for- but there were other treasures to be sought, also. Silk, spice, rum, books, ink and paper...
Then there was a pirate's greatest treasure, a treasure most men woul want but never seek. Love. Pure, simple love... well, if love could be simple... and pure. Pirates were legendary for being cut throat, not for handing out roses.
Jack looked up at his love, her face contorted in pleasure, and felt himself slip away. What would he do, if he did not save her? Would he travel to hell to get her back?
Would Jones be quick? Knowing the beast, he would tie Jack up and make him watch as he hacked into Elizabeth with his vice like claw.
"Jack?"
Jack snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her. She seemed confused- and disappointed.
"Jack are you feeling well?"
Now it was Jack's turn to act confused. "What, luv?"
Elizabeth looked down to where they were intimately joined - only, they were not joined anymore. Jack laid limps against his thigh... he had gone soft on her.
Elizabeth was still breathing hard, looking at Jack with hurt eyes.
"I''m sorry, luv."
Elizabeth blinked, and got up off his lap. She looked like someone had slapped her.
"Don't blame yerself, luv. It's not your fault."
Elizabeth smoothed out her skirt and sighed.
"I just got a lot on-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked, her tone low. "Ever since Jones came, you ahve not been acting like yourself. Making lewd comments, and then-"
Jack looked down at his hands and sighed. "I know."
"What is wrong?"
Jack sighed, and fixed his breeches. "I have to give Jones what I treasure most."
"So? What would you have to give up?"
Elizabeth looked down as Jack grabbed her hand and ran his thumb across her skin. "Oh."
"Oh."
"This is complicated."
"Aye."
Will's ship followed The Flying Dutchman fo five days, until they reached near Isla de Cruces. Jack had grown a little distant from Elizabeth, ever since the incident. She knew he was trying to think of a way to to get the Pearl and keep her, but the closer they got to the isle the more it seemed impossible to keep both.
So now Jack had two choices- get the Pearl or keep Lizzie. Any normal man would choose the girl... and Jack did want Elizabeth...
But her made a deal with Jones, and the creature was famous for keeping deals.
Again, Jack, you were stupid.
Jack placed a rather chaste kiss on Elizabeth's lips. She was sleeping, still, the blankets scrunched around her waist. She had stolen one of Teng's shirts- not that he needed them anymore- and used it as pajamas. Jack thought she looked adorable, swimming in the oversized shirt.
Jack couldn't resist kissing her again. Even though he gave off the air of not being concerned, and a little drunk, inside he was being ripped apart. He not only felt horrible, he was furious with himself. Once again, he jumped into a situation without thinking of the consequences. and now, in order to get back the thing he cared for, he had to give up the thng he loved.
Jack got up off the bed, careful not to wake Elizabeth. He moved to the desk, and opened the drawer that hel Jones' heart.
He could do it. He can end it all now, stab the heart and somehow commandeer a vessel. But he hesitated. He didn't want jus any old ship, he wanted his ship, he wanted the Pearl. And Elizabeth.
He was a selfish man.
No. He'll think of something... he'll ge the Pearl, give Lizzie to Jones, then sneal onto the Dutchman at night and steal her back...
No, no, no!
He'll get the Pearl, stab the hearty, and watch as Lizzie went down with the Dutchman.
NO.
Maybe he should attack Jones with a dozen sea turtles and force him to raise the Pearl.
Jack sighed. It's no use. I'll have to give up her.
Jack closed the drawer again, went and sat on the bed next to Lizzie, and frowned.
"I'm sorry."