Sparrabeth: Needing the Unwanted

“Living forever, Jack Sparrow, is not what you want most anymore.”

“Oh, shut it.” He mumbled and turned over in his bed. Under him the ship swayed steadily: the sway of the calm ocean waves.

“It is she who ye want most, Witty Jack.”

“Told ye to shut it, blasted witch.” Jack grumbled and woke up, opening first one eye and then the second and closed them again swiftly when his hangover hit him.

“Shit.”

He got out of bed slowly and stumbled to put his shirt on. He had fallen asleep in his breeches and had awoken a few times in the night because he was so used to sleeping naked that his trousers annoyed his skin.

Jack swore again and remembered the strange dream that had woken him up. Tia Dalma, or Calypso as others knew her, had spoken to him and he had refused to listen. Of course he knew her message. His living forever was not his goal anymore. Of course, sailing the seas for eternity did seem like a nice retirement, but he’d give up living forever if he just could have Elizabeth in his mortal life.

And that, he thought, was his new goal. He’d live, fight and die for her, but was not yet willing to see that.

Jack got on his coat and ran up the stairs two at a time, a habit he still had from his childhood years. He yanked on the big ropes that hung from the great mast and started effectively pulling them in and raising the sail to catch the strong wind that was blowing over the calm surface of the water.

He hoisted the mainsail and then the foresail and took up his position behind the wheel.

He pulled his compass from his belt and snapped it open. Yes, the arrow was still hauntingly pointing north. North, where Elizabeth was left behind by Will on the cold and unfriendly island of Shipwreck Cove.

As the morning began to lose its chill and the sun rose high above his ship, he hoisted all the sails and sped the Pearl up to top speed. Suddenly he was in a hurry and cursed himself for abandoning the crew on the island, along with Hector Barbossa, the bastard.

Jack’s dark brown eyes scanned the horizon for enemy ships or the glimpse of Shipwreck Island and impatiently drummed his fingers on the wooden wheel in a frantic tattoo.

He was in a hurry and did not even consider singing his usual songs: his mind was elsewhere.



Elizabeth closed her eyes against the light of the setting, red sun, and inhaled deeply. Salt air wafted around her face and made her skin clammy and cold, but it was a beautiful evening and she was alone on the cold rocks of the island she was King of.

Opening her eyes, she looked over the ocean and felt a deep sadness for Will, and a deep hatred for Jack Sparrow, still sailing the seas somewhere, oblivious of her anger.

Yes, she despised him for what he had done to her. Deep inside she knew it had all been her fault but just as that kiss when she’d killed him, she had been under some kind of spell. This last time, however, it had been worse. She had allowed him to touch her there… worse! He had actually given her an… how had Will called it? An orgasm. That was it.

She thought back to the awkward moment when Will had set foot on the Pearls deck and had seen her there with red lined eyes from crying and tousled hair. Oh, she had thought he could smell the sex on her!

But Will had made her forget in a way that was not half as pleasurable as Jack’s.

Will had touched her there too, and she’d come close to coming, but he had not seemed to be able to topple her over the edge. She had taken him into her mouth, but really, she thought as she wrinkled her nose, it had not at all been that pleasurable. She’d been shocked when he came, not in her mouth but in his own hand. She’d stared at the white, slimy liquid and had been fascinated and, to be very, very honest, a bit nauseated.

She wondered, oh, she wondered, how Jack’s member would look like, and if Jack could give her another orgasm.

She clenched her thigh muscles as a warm flood of arousal washed her in cream and she quickly bit her lip, thinking she was betraying Will. Again.

Staring out over the open sea, wondering if Jack was touching himself in the same way she had Will seen doing to himself; pumping his fist up and down his shaft in a quick, wet rhythm.

“Oh, no! Don’t think such things, Elizabeth!” She spoke to herself curtly, and then turned on her heel and left the huge cliff that was divided into several meadows where cows and sheep grazed and even two horses lived.

The cliff was beautiful, very high above the sea level, but coated in glossy green grass that was never trampled, but always waved in the wind like the real waves below.

It was a place of beauty and peace and Elizabeth loved the way her new house was coming along. Her house that would be built here, on the top of the cliffs so she could watch the ocean and dream of Will’s return. As she pondered a new idea, she walked toward the wharf where the huge parts of her wooden house were being made, singing an old pirate song.

“The king and his men, stole the queen from her bed. And bound her in her bones… the seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we’ll go. Yo ho…”

The song sounded sad and threatening, and a few sailors who heard their King singing such a song quickly crossed themselves even though they did not believe.

When a pirate King sung such a song she, or he, was vexed by something.

They did not know that Elizabeth Swann was very, very vexed.

By Jack Sparrow’s loving.

“SAIL HO!” Someone screamed from the wharf and Elizabeth turned to watch the ship reach the harbor and handily avoid all the reefs and cliffs that made entering Shipwreck Cove so difficult.

She did not yet recognize the white sails and the distinctive bow of the huge vessel but turned back to the big walls of her house and ordered it to be taken up to the cliff where the house was to be built.

Elizabeth herself descended hundreds of white rock stairs that led down to the big city. She crossed the floating wooden bridge to the big stronghold that looked like a rickety shack and swung the great doors open. The building was almost deserted except for the usual servants and drunken pirates hanging over the benches.

She really detested this place. One way or another, it always reminded her of that time when she was chosen Pirate King. It always reminded her of Jack’s surprising support. She’d never thought he’d give up a chance to be King for hér.

Elizabeth crossed the great hall and silently shut the door behind her. She was in her office now, a small, cozy room that was filled to the brim with green plants, ferns and flowers, and a lot of candles.

She walked over to the window and leaned against the frame, looking out over the bay and watching the ship once more.

Suddenly she recognized it, and yelped in surprise. It was the Endeavor! Beckett’s ship!

Shocked, she watched it sail into the harbor and not be attacked. She narrowed her eyes to clear her vision and saw the ship wore a pirate flag.

A very distinctive pirate flag.

She turned and ran downstairs quickly and crossed the bridge back to the port where the ship was just anchoring.

The servants that had been cleaning the great room watched surprised as their King first entered slowly and then left in a rush. They all shrugged and went back to work while Elizabeth ran until she could no longer pull air into her lungs.

What was Beckett’s ship doing here! She had seen it sink and could only think of one person who could have reclaimed it from the depths and, quite obviously, for her.

The flag it bore was black and a white face with long waving hair was stitched into the middle. A face that bore a striking resemblance to herself.

Will had given this ship to her?

She ran up the plank and arrived on the deck of the mighty ship. There was no crew in sight.

While she looked left and right to search for anyone someone assailed her from behind.

Elizabeth yelped and turned, her sword half out of her scabbard before she recognized the face. The man had not attacked her at all, he had just ticked on her shoulder.

“Mister Gibbs! What is this ship doing here?”

Gibbs gave her a broad smile and said jovially: “Captain Turner has brought ‘t back from the land ‘o the dead for ye!”

“For me?”

Gibbs smiled this time, a bit less happy but more friendly. “Aye. Like th’ flag?”

Elizabeth unconsciously looked up. “Oh, yes. Yes, very much.” She was confused by this gift. Did Will want her to sail the seas? Leave this island and go pirating? Leave his heart in the hands of incompetent people?

“Master Will wanted ye to have some protection from the sea, not just the fort. So he brought ye the strongest ship in the Caribbean.”

“Ah.” She understood now. Will did not want her to leave Shipwreck Island. By the way, where would she go? And would she even go, knowing Jack was out there somewhere!

Suddenly a horn sounded the welcome salute for a Pirate Lord and Gibbs turned to the mouth of the bay and his face lighted up. “Ah, well! Look at that! Who’d ever suspect him comin’ back here?!”

Elizabeth whirled and stood stock still. “Oh, no!”

But yes. The ship with black sails, the girl on the bow holding a pearl, the new flag of the skull with the bandana.

It wás the Black Pearl sailing into the harbor.

“My day could not get any worse!” She yelled and stamped her foot on the deck of her new ship. “Shit!”

She turned and ran from the ship and down the docks back up the cliff.

Gibbs was left behind and raised his eyebrows. “Well well. Seems there’s a missy who don’t like to see Jack Sparrow. That’s new!” Grinning, he left the Endeavor and waited on the dock to welcome his old friend.



Yes yes.. Jack's arriving!