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WobblyLegged RumSwilling Pirates

By: srkier
folder Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
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Chapter 3


Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah not mine. Blah, blah just borrowing them for my own twisted purposes.

Author’s Note: Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews! They calm my muse (makes
him purr) which makes it much easier to get to sleep at night. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as
well!

After a seemingly endless moment, the Captain glanced back up to her eyes, staring at her intently,
as though he was searching for something. She stared back, confused.

‘What is he looking for? Permission? No. He’s a pirate. He doesn’t need permission.’

Then suddenly, he broke the contact and staggered away from her. Air rushed into her lungs, and
she realized that she hadn’t breathed when he was looking at her. Thoughts whirled through her
brain again, too quickly to comprehend and she felt dizzy.

‘What the bloody hell was that?’

The Captain was at his bed now, stroking the worn blanket with affection. Elizabeth blushed at the
images that ran through her head at the sight of him standing next to that bed. The bed she’d been
sleeping in ever since they’d found The Pearl. Will hadn’t wanted her bunking with the rest of the
crew, being the only woman aboard. For once the Captain didn’t notice though. He had moved to
his desk, looking over his charts and papers.

‘Probably making sure Barbossa hadn’t “commandeered” any of his belongings,’ she thought.

She knew he hadn’t. Once they had found The Pearl, Elizabeth had made certain that Barbossa
came nowhere near the Captain’s quarters. Her former captor had merely smiled knowingly at her
and stated that he had no intention of taking any of “Her Captain’s” belongings. She had glared at
him and shot back a sharp retort but later she had wondered on the man’s comment.

‘That man is far too observant for his own good...or mine.’

Once Captain Sparrow was satisfied that his belongings were in their proper place, he turned his
attention back to her.

“So tell me Miss Swann...or is it Mrs. Turner now?”

“It’s still Miss Swann. For now.”

She put that in for her own benefit but she honestly wasn’t sure if there was going to be a wedding
now. So much had happened. Not to mention what had happened the first time they attempted
getting married.

‘Beckett said it was fate intervening.’ Somewhere inside Elizabeth the words rang true but that was
a line of thought she wasn’t ready to go down yet.

“Miss Swann then,” the Captain seemed to gain a particular sort of glee in saying that, “How
exactly did you know where to find me? You didn’t get yourselves eaten by the kraken as well did
you? That would be a pity considering how far you were willing to go to keep that unhappy
happening from...happening.”

‘Well at least now I know it’s really him.’ She had never met anyone else who could butcher the
English language the way he did.

“Tia Dalma told us where to find you. Or at least she told us how to get a map that would show us
where to go. And she brought Barbossa back to guide us since he’d been here before.”

“Ah... I did wonder about that, seeing as the last time I caught sight of him he was lying dead on a
pile of cursed treasure. Nice to know I didn’t imagine that.”

Captain Sparrow, as she was still referring to him in her mind, was sitting in the chair behind his
desk, hands behind his head, feet propped up on the desk. He looked completely relaxed and
completely...alive. For a moment her throat nearly closed up with emotion but she firmly pushed it
down. He’d said they needed to discuss something in private and they were going to discuss it now
so she could get back outside with the others.

“Captain Sparrow...”

He cocked his head to the side, looking suddenly curious, “I’m havin’ a thought here, Lizzie.” His
feet dropped to the floor. “You keep calling me ‘Captain Sparrow’ and while I do appreciate the
title, surely we know each other well enough to drop the formality.”

“I-” she could not force herself to say his name, “Well I-”

He’d began to move toward her again, slowly, somehow knowing that she was ready to flee the
cabin should he move to suddenly. The cabin really wasn’t that big, though, and before long he was
directly in front of her again, staring into her eyes with an intensity she’d never seen in the usually
jovial Captain.

“Come on now Elizabeth. You can’t have forgotten it. It hasn’t been that long, has it?”

“Of course I haven’t forgotten it. Honestly Cap-”

“Well then say it!” he demanded, suddenly angry. A black rage covered his normally laughing eyes,
“It was not that long ago you were kissing me with that mouth and now you can’t even force my
name through it.”

The reminder of their kiss made Elizabeth’s chest tighten uncomfortably, but she couldn’t force his
name through her lips. Somehow she just knew if she did every wall she had put up between the two
of them, starting on that damned island they’d been marooned on, would crumble and she would
know exactly what she felt for the man in front of her. And if that happened...Well if that happened
she had the sneaking suspicion that she would not be marrying Will.

When she still said nothing he grabbed her by the shoulders and the rings on his fingers dug into her
flesh uncomfortably. She winced both from the force of his grip and the look on his face. The touch
of his skin on hers, even through her vest and shirt was yet another reminder of how alive he was.
Tears welled in her eyes and she blinked desperately, trying to hide them. It was a useless effort
though.

“Are those tears I see in those lovely brown eyes, Lizzie? What could they be for I wonder? They
can’t be from guilt. Remember luv, you told me you weren’t sorry.”

The tears were falling now and she was helpless to stop them. She still believed what she had done
was the right thing to do but the guilt of, in essence, killing the man who stood before her tore at her
heart. Once the tears started she couldn’t hold them back. Gut wrenching sobs ripped from her
throat, the sound causing the captain to release her as though he’d been scalded. Without him
holding her up she crumbled to the floor, nearly choking on her tears as she sobbed out her guilt.

TBC... I know this is sort of a crap place to stop but it was the best I could do. I’m still not sure I
like this chapter even with all the tweaking I did to it. Any suggestions or comments are welcome!
Next chapter should be up tomorrow and in the mean time...Please review!



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