The Dawn
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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2,225
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1
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Three
Three
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When Elizabeth roused, she was lying on a bed in a shadowy room, and there was a cool cloth being wiped across her face. She took a deep breath, and then realized she was in Jack’s cabin, and it was he ministering unto her in such a gentle fashion.
“Jack—thank you. Once again you have saved me—I truly do owe you my life, it seems.”
“ Think nothing of it, luv. T’was me pleasure. “
Elizabeth struggled up and looked Jack in the eyes, saying, “What will I do? My home is gone, my father is gone, Will is gone—I have nothing.”
“You have me, luv. I’m ‘ere”
“Oh, Jack, don’t make fun of me. What am I going to do?”
“I repeat luv, you have me. And I clearly heard William ask me to take care o’ you. Well, ‘ere I am, ready, willing and able. Think about it luv, just think about it.” As he stood, turning to leave, he said, “there’s some shirts and breeches in the chest there, luv. Help yourself.”
Elizabeth looked down at herself, and saw the remnants of her wedding gown. It had been lovely, a creamy beige patterned silk, with panniers of lace, a demi-train, flat stomacher and ruffles around the elbow-length sleeves. But now, the blood stains, scorch marks, rips, tears and dirt from their flight from the town had ruined the dress. Her shoes were intact, but equally disreputable, although they would provide some foot covering. She sighed, and stood to remove the dress, but realized the hundreds of tiny buttons were down the back. She debated about calling for help, and then began to struggle with removing the very tight dress by herself. It was impossible, and she bowed to the inevitable, going to the door to call Jack for help, knowing he was only waiting for her to do just that. There he was, right by the door, paring his nails with his short dagger.
“Shall I make it easy, darlin’ and use me knife, or do I haf ta undo each little button?”
“ I don’t care Jack, just help me get out of this dress,” realizing that gave him license to comment on the situation . However, she was pleasantly surprised that he did not, but only applied himself to each tiny button and loop. Soon his dexterous fingers had done the job, and she silently went back into his cabin, emerging again soon in Jack’s over-sized shirt and breeches with her once-elegant slippers on her feet.
She went to the fo’c’sle, having learned from earlier trips aboard the Pearl, that this was the place to find solitude. She sat at the railing, dangling her legs through the ballisters, and considered her options. Elizabeth was a realist, recognizing the facts and acting upon them. She had survived capture by undead pirates, stabbed their captain, watched him turn into a skeleton in the moonlight, been used as a pawn to lift a curse, escaped death and degradation at the hands of an infamous pirate on a desert island by building a massive signal fire, fought off more undead pirates during a sword fight in a cave, distracted a Commodore and a Governor from an escape attempt and abandoned all pretense of propriety by declaring herself the partner of a renegade blacksmith, all the while protecting her virtue. She did what she had to do to survive. She had always been able to look fate in the face and survive. Although her heart was grieving for her home, her father and her fiancé, her head was turned to the future.
She sat there for a long time, long enough that the sun began to set and mused on the idea of this being her wedding night. She looked at the small amethyst in rosy gold Will had given her as a sign of their betrothal, and thought of the gold wedding band he had made for her in his smithy, beating it from the gold of his mother’s wedding ring, the only thing he had from her, into a size to fit Elizabeth’s smaller finger. She knew he would always be a part of her, but that he was gone, and she must act on her own behalf now.
She shifted position, and turned to look toward the helm, seeking Jack’s presence. He wasn’t at the wheel, and for a moment, in the gathering darkness, she couldn’t find him, for he was standing just off to her side, watching her. He moved, and she looked his way. He came toward her, and sat next to her, leaning against the forerail of the ship as did she.
“Lizzie, how are ye doin’? “
She didn’t answer right away, and she had realized some of the emptiness she felt might indeed be physical, for she’d been so excited that morning, she’d not eaten a thing.“ Jack, I’m hungry. What’s there for me to eat?”
He chuckled, and told her the crew had done some gathering of supplies while he’d been at the church that morning, even though their trips had been as rudely interrupted as had her wedding, but that on board were some fruits and fresh foods, eggs and clean breads and some meat, as well as fresh water. But then he said, “The question remains, Lizzie, what do you want to do? “
There was a long pause, long enough that Jack turned to look at her, before she spoke. As she did, she turned to look at him, and said, “I want to stay here, on the Pearl. I want to stay with you.”
His reaction was quite unexpected. “You do? Have you gone daft, girl?”
“No, Jack. But you’re all I have left. “
“For an acceptance of a proposal, that’s damning wif faint praise, luv.”
“Your offer wasn’t much more enticing. Besides, Will did ask to take care of me. So here I am, your inheritance, your burden to bear. Will you have me?”
Jack leaned closer, and took her hand in his own. He kissed her knuckles, and then turning the hand over, kissed the tips of each finger, working down to the palm, where he drew circles with his tongue. “It’s a burden I gladly accept, and a willing heir I will be. Yes, I want you,“ as he leaned even closer and brushed his lips across hers.
Elizabeth was on fire. Her fingers burned, her lips tingled and she felt that familiar ache in her lower belly. It was her wedding night, she had left her childhood love and husband-to-be dead in the church, she was on board a pirate ship with its pirate captain kissing her hand and she was on fire with want and desire. She forced those thoughts aside, and shuddering as she drew breath, growled, “ ..um..Jack, I’m still hungry. Where’s the food?”
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When Elizabeth roused, she was lying on a bed in a shadowy room, and there was a cool cloth being wiped across her face. She took a deep breath, and then realized she was in Jack’s cabin, and it was he ministering unto her in such a gentle fashion.
“Jack—thank you. Once again you have saved me—I truly do owe you my life, it seems.”
“ Think nothing of it, luv. T’was me pleasure. “
Elizabeth struggled up and looked Jack in the eyes, saying, “What will I do? My home is gone, my father is gone, Will is gone—I have nothing.”
“You have me, luv. I’m ‘ere”
“Oh, Jack, don’t make fun of me. What am I going to do?”
“I repeat luv, you have me. And I clearly heard William ask me to take care o’ you. Well, ‘ere I am, ready, willing and able. Think about it luv, just think about it.” As he stood, turning to leave, he said, “there’s some shirts and breeches in the chest there, luv. Help yourself.”
Elizabeth looked down at herself, and saw the remnants of her wedding gown. It had been lovely, a creamy beige patterned silk, with panniers of lace, a demi-train, flat stomacher and ruffles around the elbow-length sleeves. But now, the blood stains, scorch marks, rips, tears and dirt from their flight from the town had ruined the dress. Her shoes were intact, but equally disreputable, although they would provide some foot covering. She sighed, and stood to remove the dress, but realized the hundreds of tiny buttons were down the back. She debated about calling for help, and then began to struggle with removing the very tight dress by herself. It was impossible, and she bowed to the inevitable, going to the door to call Jack for help, knowing he was only waiting for her to do just that. There he was, right by the door, paring his nails with his short dagger.
“Shall I make it easy, darlin’ and use me knife, or do I haf ta undo each little button?”
“ I don’t care Jack, just help me get out of this dress,” realizing that gave him license to comment on the situation . However, she was pleasantly surprised that he did not, but only applied himself to each tiny button and loop. Soon his dexterous fingers had done the job, and she silently went back into his cabin, emerging again soon in Jack’s over-sized shirt and breeches with her once-elegant slippers on her feet.
She went to the fo’c’sle, having learned from earlier trips aboard the Pearl, that this was the place to find solitude. She sat at the railing, dangling her legs through the ballisters, and considered her options. Elizabeth was a realist, recognizing the facts and acting upon them. She had survived capture by undead pirates, stabbed their captain, watched him turn into a skeleton in the moonlight, been used as a pawn to lift a curse, escaped death and degradation at the hands of an infamous pirate on a desert island by building a massive signal fire, fought off more undead pirates during a sword fight in a cave, distracted a Commodore and a Governor from an escape attempt and abandoned all pretense of propriety by declaring herself the partner of a renegade blacksmith, all the while protecting her virtue. She did what she had to do to survive. She had always been able to look fate in the face and survive. Although her heart was grieving for her home, her father and her fiancé, her head was turned to the future.
She sat there for a long time, long enough that the sun began to set and mused on the idea of this being her wedding night. She looked at the small amethyst in rosy gold Will had given her as a sign of their betrothal, and thought of the gold wedding band he had made for her in his smithy, beating it from the gold of his mother’s wedding ring, the only thing he had from her, into a size to fit Elizabeth’s smaller finger. She knew he would always be a part of her, but that he was gone, and she must act on her own behalf now.
She shifted position, and turned to look toward the helm, seeking Jack’s presence. He wasn’t at the wheel, and for a moment, in the gathering darkness, she couldn’t find him, for he was standing just off to her side, watching her. He moved, and she looked his way. He came toward her, and sat next to her, leaning against the forerail of the ship as did she.
“Lizzie, how are ye doin’? “
She didn’t answer right away, and she had realized some of the emptiness she felt might indeed be physical, for she’d been so excited that morning, she’d not eaten a thing.“ Jack, I’m hungry. What’s there for me to eat?”
He chuckled, and told her the crew had done some gathering of supplies while he’d been at the church that morning, even though their trips had been as rudely interrupted as had her wedding, but that on board were some fruits and fresh foods, eggs and clean breads and some meat, as well as fresh water. But then he said, “The question remains, Lizzie, what do you want to do? “
There was a long pause, long enough that Jack turned to look at her, before she spoke. As she did, she turned to look at him, and said, “I want to stay here, on the Pearl. I want to stay with you.”
His reaction was quite unexpected. “You do? Have you gone daft, girl?”
“No, Jack. But you’re all I have left. “
“For an acceptance of a proposal, that’s damning wif faint praise, luv.”
“Your offer wasn’t much more enticing. Besides, Will did ask to take care of me. So here I am, your inheritance, your burden to bear. Will you have me?”
Jack leaned closer, and took her hand in his own. He kissed her knuckles, and then turning the hand over, kissed the tips of each finger, working down to the palm, where he drew circles with his tongue. “It’s a burden I gladly accept, and a willing heir I will be. Yes, I want you,“ as he leaned even closer and brushed his lips across hers.
Elizabeth was on fire. Her fingers burned, her lips tingled and she felt that familiar ache in her lower belly. It was her wedding night, she had left her childhood love and husband-to-be dead in the church, she was on board a pirate ship with its pirate captain kissing her hand and she was on fire with want and desire. She forced those thoughts aside, and shuddering as she drew breath, growled, “ ..um..Jack, I’m still hungry. Where’s the food?”
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