Never Meant To Be

Chapter 3:

A/N: Here is the third chapter and I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it has been so long since I last posted, but please keep the reviews coming! They really inspire me to keep writing!

She had cried enough. In fact she had cried so much that she wasn’t sure that it was physically possible for her to cry anymore. Her eyes burned and her head hurt from crying. And all for what? For Jack Sparrow. The man that she was desperately in love with. Elizabeth pushed herself up into a sitting position in the middle of the bed. The blanket that had been covering her nakedness fell to her waist revealing her perky little breasts. She folded her arms across her chest when she felt her nipples harden from the cool air in the cabin. Kicking back the blanket she climbed out of bed and padded over to the desk where the basin sat. Pouring some fresh water into it from the pitcher that sat next to it she reached for the washcloth. Dipping the linen cloth into the water Elizabeth began carefully washing away the faint reminders of her union with Jack from earlier that day. It had been hours since he had stormed out of the cabin leaving her alone to cry into the pillow like a little girl. She scowled as she continued to wash herself. Finishing with her bath Elizabeth draped the washcloth over the edge of the basin before bending down to start gathering up her discarded clothes.

She slowly pulled on her breeches and fastened them before walking over to the bed to get her boots. Finding only one she looked around until she remembered that she had thrown one at Jack before he had walked out. Smiling to herself she strode over to the door still topless and bent down to grab her boot. Elizabeth sat back down on the edge of their bed and pulled on her brown leather boots. She pulled on her linen shirt and hastily tucked it into her brown breeches before grabbing her rust colored vest. Her slender fingers easily clasped the brass buttons of the vest. Elizabeth picked up her baldric and fastened it onto her body before grabbing her pistol and shoving it into the waistband of her breeches. Finally grabbing her brown tricorne hat she placed it onto her head and headed out onto the main deck to look for Jack. The deck was strangely quiet with only a sparse group of crew hanging about. Pintel and Ragetti sat on the floor a short distance away from the stairs to the wheel deck playing a game of dice. Marty was climbing down the rigging from his watch in the crow’s nest while Noah was taking his place. Cotton was taking over for Gibbs at the wheel and Gibbs was heading down the stairs from the wheel deck when he caught sight of Elizabeth.

“Mr. Gibbs?”

“Hello Miss Elizabeth….nice t’ see ye out an’ about this afternoon.”

She forced a smile before speaking again. “Have you seen Jack?”

“The Captain? Oh well…..he was in a right foul mood when he came out of the cabin this afternoon.”

“Yes….I suppose he was….just a little disagreement between us. Nothing to worry about really.”

Gibbs forced a smile this time before speaking again. He highly doubted that any of their disagreements could be described as minor but he wasn’t dare going to voice that opinion.

“Well…anyway….Jack headed down below deck an’ I haven’t seem him since.”

“I see. Where do you think he’s gone?”

“Can’t have gone too far Miss Elizabeth…..there’s only so many places ye can hide on a ship.”

“Right….well thank you for your help Mr. Gibbs.”

“Anytime Miss Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth smiled as she watched the older man head towards the lower decks. Most likely for the galley since his watch at the wheel was over. She headed below decks as well in search of where Jack had wandered off to. Elizabeth padded through the narrow walkway until she reached the second set of steps that led to the lowest levels of the ship. She paused before finally descending the steps. The lower she went into the bowels of the Pearl the darker it got. Shivering a little she realized it would have been smart of her to bring a lantern. Deciding it was too late to turn back now she continued on down the steps. Finally reaching the bottom step she strained to listen as she heard what sounded like someone singing. And from the horrible off key tune they were keeping she guessed they were quite drunk. Stepping off the bottom step she could hear the faint sloshing of the water beneath her feet. Elizabeth walked through the dimly lit hold and stopped short when she found the source of the horrible singing. There perched on a wooden crate with his back resting against the wall was a very drunk Captain Jack Sparrow. A bottle of rum was clutched in his right hand and he was waving his left hand around foolishly as he was singing. His eyes were closed and she could see that he had been down there for quite some time. Three empty rum bottles lay at his feet.

“We’re rascals, scoundrels, villains, an’ knaves…….Drink up me hearties, yo ho! We’re…..oh yea….devils an’ black sheep…..really…..bad eggs………Drink up me hearties yo ho! Ha! I love that bloody song!”

She stood there staring at him with her mouth slightly agape for a moment before her annoyance returned with full force. Clenching her hands into fists at her sides she decided it was time to put a stop to all this nonsense.

“Well well well….aren’t you a sight Captain Sparrow?”

His dark eyes fluttered open and he looked up at her with a glazed and glassy look. Brining his bottle to his lips he turned it up to take a long drink. Finishing the last of it he tossed it to the floor at her feet making the water splash up onto her boots. Elizabeth glared down at him angrily.

“Need more rum…..bring me another bottle…Izzy!”

“I think you’ve had more than enough bloody rum Captain Sparrow! Now get up!”

“No. I like it here.”

She sighed in annoyance. So he was going to make this difficult was he? Fine. He was going to find out she could be just as unpleasant as he could.

“You’re stinking drunk!”

“No m’ not….m’ not stinky….well maybe a little…..but then again we are on a ship love.”

“Oh shut up! Get up!”

“No. M’ not going anywhere. Me rum is right here.”

Bloody rum….she had had it with bloody rum! Stomping over to him she reached down and grabbed the collar of his linen shirt and yanked him towards her roughly.

“It’s not a request! Get off your drunken arse and pull yourself together!”

Jack gave her a goofy lopsided grin and spoke slurring his words something awful. “Ye know love…..yer even prettier when yer mad.”

“Oh for God’s sake Jack….shut up!”

Elizabeth pulled with every ounce of strength she could muster and hauled the drunken man to his feet making him stumble forward quickly. She gave a shrill yelp as he stumbled into her making them tumble backwards landing on the floor of the hold. Water seeped into the bottom of her breeches and the back of her vest and shirt like a sponge.

“Oh get off me you idiot!”

“Now now is that anyway for a lady t’ talk?”

“You drunken fool! Get up!”

Jack squirmed unsuccessfully trying to get off Elizabeth. The only thing he succeeded in was getting her more soaked. She gritted her teeth and screamed at the top of her lungs for anyone to come help her.

“HELP! SOMEBODY……ANYBODY!! HELP ME!!!”

A few short moments later she could hear the sound of boots stomping down the stairs into the hold. Tilting her head back causing her hat to fall off she saw Gibbs and Tobias standing at the foot of the stairs staring down at them. Gibbs spoke up quickly.

“Miss Elizabeth?”

“Yes! Now will you kindly get Captain Sparrow off me?”

Tobias and Gibbs hurried to lift their drunk captain off the young woman. She climbed to her feet quickly glaring at Jack as he stood there an arm draped over Gibbs and his other over Tobias. He flashed her a broad goofy grin making her frown.

“What should we do with him Miss Elizabeth?”

“He’s drunk. Take him to the cabin and leave us. I’ll deal with him myself.”

Gibbs and Tobias both shuddered as they moved to take Jack upstairs to the cabin he shared with Elizabeth. They did not envy him one bit. The thought of having to endure Elizabeth’s wrath alone was the worst kind of punishment they could even imagine. Elizabeth stormed after them into the cabin. She watched with her hands pasted onto her hips as they dumped him onto the bed and then quickly left. Elizabeth locked the door to ensure they would not be interrupted.

“Now then Captain Sparrow…..it’s just the two of us. We’re going to have a nice little discussion you and I. And you’re going to listen to me if it kills you.”

He swallowed thickly as he looked up at her from his place on the bed. There was nowhere to run now. Giving her a nervous smile he eased himself into a sitting position and watched as she sank down into one of the chairs at the table. Kicking off her boots she placed her bare feet on the table and reached for the small silver case which held her clove cigarettes. A habit she had only recently picked up since she had been sailing with Jack. His dark eyes watched as she took out a cigarette and leaned in close to the oil lamp to light it. Taking a long drag from the clove cigarette she waited a moment before exhaling it slowly. Damn was there nothing this woman did that didn’t look erotic to him? The silence in the room was becoming unbearable. He wondered how long she would wait until she said something. Finally she spoke her voice calm and quiet. Not a good sign at all. That usually meant that she was seconds away from exploding into a spectacular fit of rage.

“I do hope you enjoyed yourself Captain Sparrow…because I suspect it shall be the last bit of fun you have for quite some time.”

He watched as she put out the cigarette and then stood up. To his surprise she started stripping off the wet clothes in front of him. His dark eyes widened as more of her alabaster flesh was bared to him. She was a complete goddess in his eyes but she was also quite possibly the most lethal woman he had ever known. And that was saying a lot because he had known some quite lethal women if he did say so himself. Elizabeth hooked her fingers into the loosened waistband of her breeches and slid it down past her hips slowly until they pooled around her ankles. Stepping out of them she stalked over to the bed like a cat. His heart began hammering rapidly in his chest. She crawled onto the bed at the foot of it and crawled towards him slowly making him tense visibly. Elizabeth smiled as she slid up the length of his body until she was straddling his waist and leaning just inches away from his mouth.

“I imagine it must be very uncomfortable for you having me so close?”

“N-no….m’ not uncomfortable.”

“Really? Then why so tense…..Jack?”

“M’ not tense.”

Elizabeth rubbed her sex against his lap smirking when she felt him beginning to harden. His calloused hands came up to grasp her hips as he pressed her harder against his growing erection.

“Do you want me Jack?”

“Ye have no idea love.”

“What would you do to have me?”

She leaned closer to him as if she were about to kiss him. Seeing Jack lean in to try and close the gap between them she pulled back just far enough that he couldn’t reach her.

“I…I’d do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Aye….anything Izzy.”

Another devilish smile stretched across her face as she leaned in closer to press her lips to his in a scorching kiss. He didn’t know it yet but he had just made a deal with the devil…so to speak. And she had every intention of making him pay for his foolish choices.

A/N: Okay I know….evil of me to stop here! But I will update soon! Please read and review!!