ManEater

A/N: Hey guys! Miss me? I've missed you, too! I am so so sorry for the long delay! I had writer's block and all that good stuff but on a serious note, I was in the hospital all Saturday night because I was sick. My heart rate was fast (142 beats per min) and they didn't want to release me until it went down. It was caused from stress and from working too hard! I'll be home from work until Wednesday, but as I'm recovering, I wanted to post this short chapter for you guys because I love you all. I really need a vacation! I hope you all like it! It has J/E in it and what happened between them. The next chapter will have 100 percent dialogue between them. I'll try not to post so late next time! So enough about me! Read and review! P.S...I want more reviews than last time! Thanks! P.S. This chapter is a little different from the one posted on fanfiction.net. We see what happens when Jack and Lizzie dream of each other!
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Elizabeth

One Week later...

I sat alone on my bed in my cabin, deep in thought. For the past few weeks since we’ve been at sea, I’ve become restless and fed up with just about everything. The ship, the sea, the crew, and even Jack and Will were taking a toll on my nerves. I thought that the causes for my aggravation and restlessness were due to the fact that I hadn’t seen or been on land for the past few weeks, but that wasn’t it. There were other things, such as what I’ve mentioned earlier that were stressing me. Once we finally made port last week at our first stop, Port Au Prince, Haiti, I decided that I needed to take a little break from everything. Little did I know that an incident would occur that would seemingly bring Jack and I closer than we had been since our trip began…

After being on my own for a little over an hour after we’d made port, I purchased a lovely bracelet with shell charms from a merchant. I was about to step away to make my way over to the next cart when suddenly, a strange man approached me. He was tall, had very sun damaged skin and stringy, black hair. From the looks of it, he appeared to be a stranded sailor or pirate of some sort. He was very grotesque looking and I had a horrible feeling about him. I kindly excused myself and attempted to walk around him, but he stepped in front of me. I attempted to go around him again, but he blocked me. I knew at that instant that I was in trouble and I needed to defend myself. He suddenly grabbed me by my arm and held me firmly against his body. His hands were very coarse and the smell from his body was so atrocious that it could not be described.

“Don’t make a sound…Yer comin’ wit me lass.” He said in a threatening tone.

At that point, I was extremely horrified and angry. I desperately scanned the area, hoping to find Will, but he wasn’t around. I urgently tried to release my arm, but his grasp became even tighter and more painful with every struggle. When that didn’t work, I punched him many times with my free arm and kicked him, but he still would not relent. He had a sick, sadistic grin on his face that let me know that he was enjoying every moment of it. Panic began to overwhelm my body as I felt my energy draining. I knew all hope was lost until at that very moment, I heard an unexpected voice behind me.

“I don’t think you’d be wanting to do that, mate.” Jack said as he clicked his gun. Tears immediately filled my eyes, for I was both relieved and happy that someone saved me, and it was none other than Jack.

I quickly turned around and saw Jack standing behind the man with the barrel of his gun pressed firmly against the back of the man’s head. Jack’s eyes were dark and serious…I’d never seen him that way before.

“Let her go now or else I will be forced to do something I haven’t done in a very long time. I haven’t shot anything in a while…and I’ll damn sure use you for target practice.” Jack said in a frightening growl.

The man quickly released my arm and ran away, never looking back at us. Jack quickly stepped closer to me and began examining my arm.

“Are you alright Ms. Swann?” He asked.

I was too shocked and filled with too much emotion to return an answer. I had forgotten that I was attacked by the strange man when I looked into Jack’s eyes. I nearly melted when he touched my arm and stood dangerously close to me. He was so careful and tender with me, that I nearly burst into more tears. I was truly grateful that he had been the one who saved me...as he did countless times before. In fact, I’d rather it had been him instead of anyone else. I don’t think I would have been this grateful or happy if Will would have saved me. When Jack finished examining me, he gently placed my arm down and smiled warmly. He wiped the tears from my eyes and began leading me back to the Pearl. We all left Port Au Prince later that night. I never told Will about what had happened. I wanted that moment to be something special between me and Jack.

That was a little over a week ago. You’d think that since that incident happened, things between Jack and I would have been different, but sadly, everything went back to being the same. We were still avoiding each other everyday and did not make conversation at all. I am truly sick of all of this! Ever since we’d left our last port, I’ve been having many sleepless nights. It was not because of the frightening incident I had…it was something else. Every night I’ve been having dreams about Jack and Will. They weren’t nightmares, but they were somewhat peaceful…in the beginning. At first, I would only dream of Will and I being together, but that all suddenly changed one night when I began thinking constantly about Jack. Soon dreams of Will and I being together turned to very passionate, erotic dreams about Jack and I being intimate. At first, I didn’t think too much about them until Will completely disappeared from my dreams. Jack was now my main focus.

I remembered how wonderful it felt being held in his arms again. The softness of his lips pressed against mine sent shivers all over my body. I could feel him slowly moving inside me, as if we were actually making love. I could hear him whispering very vulgar, yet sweet nothings into my ear, making me desire him even more. When I'd awaken from those dreams, I would feel very slick between my thighs. My whole body, especially my nipples and my private area would be highly aroused. My heart would also race, as if I'd finished making love to Jack. That never happened when I'd dream about Will. In fact, my dreams of Will were not as realistic and passionate as the ones with Jack.

Every morning when I’d awaken from my sleep, I was always disappointed to discover that it was all just a dream. When I first started dreaming of Jack, I would purposely wake myself up and look over at Will’s sleeping form, in efforts to rid Jack from my mind. That clearly didn’t work. After two days I’d given up and allowed my guard down, open to whatever was clearely going to happen between Jack and I again. I figured that there was absolutely no harm in dreaming about someone you were with before…It was not like I was physically betraying Will with Jack in any kind of way…They were just dreams and nothing more…

I got up from my bed and walked over to the door. I was growing tired of sitting alone in my cabin. I could not take this madness anymore. I decided that this matter between Jack and I needed to be settled soon. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything else or been able to give Will the proper attention he deserved because of my dreams and the unresolved issues with Jack.

At that very moment, I opened the door and stepped out onto the deck. I was now ready to speak to Jack once again and rectify this situation. I don’t care if he’s not ready to reconcile…I need to get this heaviness off of my heart and rid myself of these damn pestering dreams before I go completely mad!
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Jack Sparrow

Later that evening in the Captain’s Quarters…

“How long is it going to take you to fix my bed?” I asked Mulligan, who was turning my bed over on its side.

“Won’t be long Capn’. I’ll have yer bed in tip top shape in no time…” He replied with a toothless grin. I nearly gagged, for his gaping maw reminded me of Cotton’s tongue less hole in his face.

I shook off my nausea and sat down at my desk. As soon a Mulligan began hammering and pounding away at my bed, I began drinking my rum to drown out the noise. My body and mind began to relax after a few moments, causing more thoughts of Elizabeth to plague me again.

For the past week since our last port, I’ve been having dreams about her. I dreamt that we were fully reconciled and were no longer avoiding each other. Those innocent dreams quickly changed to us being engaged in heated kisses and passionate lovemaking. There had been many nights where I had to wake up out of those dreams...only to find my hand down my trousers, gently caressing lil' Jack. Some nights, I took long walks along the deck or I would relieve a crewman from duty and steer the Pearl myself. I had to do this to get away from her…and to unstimulate a certain body part that was highly stimulated, but it was no use. I knew that at that point, this situation was becoming seriously unbearable and something needed to be done. There was one instance when the passion in my dream was so intense, it caused me to get out of bed just to go stand in front of her cabin. I was tempted to go inside to hold her in my arms but I realized that she was guarded by that prissy ogre. Damn bloody Will! He’s always getting in the way!

For the past few days and nights now, I’ve been trying to rid her from my mind…but as usual, I’ve been unsuccessful. I can honestly say that I greatly miss her company. I should really stop avoiding her. I can’t stand doing that any more! But I must…it’s the only way to prevent a fight from breaking out between Will and me. I truly want to reconcile with her, but Will would have a serious problem if he caught the both of us having a private conversation.

I took a few more swigs of rum to help me weigh my options. After a few moments of getting nowhere in my dilemma, I subconsciously slipped my hand inside my coat pocket and pulled out my compass. When I opened the lid, the needle spun around erratically for a few minutes. I flicked it a few times with my fingers to stop it from spinning. When it finally stopped, it pointed over to my left where Mulligan was busily fixing my bed. I nearly gagged and shook it harshly.

“That is certainly not what I want most in this world. He doesn’t have any teeth for God’s sakes!” I said angrily as I shook it once more.

“Whot did ya say Capn’?” Mulligan asked as he peered over at me.

“Nothing…nothing…I said fix me damn bed! That’s what I said!”

Mulligan looked at me strangely and carried on with his business.

I shook my compass once more and opened the lid. The needle spun around for a few seconds until it abruptly stopped. The arrow pointed directly in front of me where the door stood. My heart began to beat fitfully, for I knew who could be possibly standing outside my cabin. It was then at that moment, a soft, steady knock came at my door…


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A/N: Well, do you like it? I'm sure you know who's at the door. The next chapter will have them speaking to each other, but will they FINALLY reconcile? You'll have to keep reading to find out! I wanted to thank two readers who recently saved this story as their favorite and as an alert! I am so glad you like my fic! Well, stay tuned and I'm going to write more right now! Take care! I want more reviews! They are what keep me writing and churning out ideas!