Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid

Author of chapter: Desiring Pirates (Desiring Pirates & Wickedswanz)

Disclaimer: We don't own Jack Sparrow or any of the other characters. All hail the Mouse.

Summary: Jack Sparrow has a rather furry problem, and finding out that the beautiful Elizabeth Swan is now unattached is just going to really ruffle the matter.

Rating: R for sex and violence (Ah come on!)

Warnings: Violence, sparrabeth sex, and possibly some filthy werewolf sex later he he he

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Chapter Four


I can't believe that I am doing this... for a PIRATE.


Elizabeth sighed and pinched her cheeks to make them redden a little. Straightening her dress again, she quietly left the little alley (feeling Jack's wolfish eyes burning into her back) and went back up to the square, where she saw Will running up the street.


Oh, no, I forgot about him! "Will! Your late!" Elizabeth said in a huff. Try to drive him away with anger...


"I know, Elizabeth, I'm sorry, but somebody stole my clothes!" Will tried to explain, but it appeared that Elizabeth wasn't going to listen.


"Somebody STOLE your clothes? How can somebody STEAL your clothes!" She could have sworn she heard a laugh behind her, in the alley.


Will held his hands up in defeat and shook his head. "Elizabeth, I don't want to argue! Can we PLEASE just get this over with? You know how hate coming to these tea gatherings!"


"Oh, you HATE it? Then why did you come?!"


Will's face reddened a little. "For you! You invited me!"


"Well, I am uninviting you. You've embarrased me. Go HOME." Elizabeth turned her back and climbed the small stone steps to the square. She heard Will curse and walk away, back to the smithy.


Good, mission one: done. Mission two: Get Norrington!


Elizabeth blinked back the sudden sunlight, for it was late afternoon now and the sun was about to begin it's slow descent. She refocused her eyes on the many little white tables and chairs, and all of the clean, pristine white and black suited people sitting at them. She sighed, why did she come to these things? Her father waved her over to the small table he and Commodore Norrington were sharing, and quickly remembered.


Oh, yeah. I'm the govenor's daughter.


Commodore Norrington, ever the gentleman, stood up and walked over to Elizabeth with a smile on his face. Probably happy that the blacksmith wasn't around, was Elizabeth's guess. He smiled warmly down at her and offered his arm.


"May I?" he asked, and Elizabeth smiled and took his arm.


"How are you today, James?" She asked as they slowly walked over to their table.


James Norrington kept smiling. "Splendid, Elizabeth. Yourself? I trust you are in good health."


"Yes, I am. But I am incredibly bored. I tried studying, knitting, and reading. But I have read all my books, and they have become incredibly boring." Elizabeth explained, and noticed James' eyes glittering.


He cleared his throat. "I have recently gotten a shipment of books in. After we have some tea and luch, do you mind coming with me to my..." he paused, and blushed slightly "... private study and picking a few out for your enjoyment?"


Elizabeth smiled wide. This is easy. I like being sneaky. "I would love to, James, thank you very much!"


Elizabeth allowed James to pull out her chair and she daintly sat down in it, taking the white napkin sitting in her (now) empty tea cup and placing it in her lap. She smiled up at her father, and over his shoulder, she saw a vey familiar face hidden in the bushes.


You IDIOT! Jack!


His hands made a motion, he was closing them and opening them up again, as in signaling for 'book'. Elizabeth's face reddened and she pursed her lips together.


Go AWAY!! she willed him, frowning deep at him. But Jack kept making wierd signals with his tarred hands, mouthing out words to her. A waitor passed by the bush, and Jack quickly hid himself in the bush.


"Elizabeth?" her father asked her, kindly. "Are you alright?"


Elizabeth, who was still scowling, looked up at her father. Her face became soft again, and she smiled. "I'm sorry, father. Amelia was passing by, and we were trying to talk."


Now that's a lame excuse. I have not talked to Amelia in three months.


"Ah, woman and their constant chatter!" Govenor Swann laughed.


They bought it?


"Yes, I have yet to understand what is so interesting that keeps them talking." James chuckled warmly, still staring at Elizabeth warmly.


They bought it! Men are idiots!


Elizabeth smiled at the thought, but James and her father thought that it was about their conversation, so she was in the clear. Jack was still trying to get her attention, even taking a bud off of the bush and throwing it at her, but she ignored him.


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In three hours time, the sky was already dusky and dark, and the tea party was finally over. James offered Elizabeth his arm again, and they took off down the street to his office. Luckily, it was only a five minute walk, and Elizabeth soon found herself walking around in James' dusty library.


Madam Grellita's Book of Mystical Gems... where could that book be? Elizabeth let out a breath, and raised her hand to her forehead. What makes Jack so sure that the book was here?

"My old friend, Norry, might have it. I heard from a very reliable source that the book was delivered here." Jack had said, his arm resting itself on her shoulders.

Elizabeth shrugged his arm off and stepped forward. "And what do I get if I do this?"

"Spoken like a true pirate." Jack smirked. "My undying gratitude, luv."

"That's not enough." Elizabeth sighed, and looked down at the ground. She made up her mind, and looked back up at Jack. "I want to come with you."

Jack smirked, and stepped closer. "Tired of the cushy life Port Royal gives? Can't blame ye." He brushed back a piece of her golden hair that had fallen out of her pins. "But not this time. Too dangerous."

"As dangerous as skeletal pirates that tried twice to end my life?" Elizabeth arched her eyebrow up, trying to read Jack's facial expressions.

"Why do ye want to come with me, Peapod?" Jack smirked, loving the sound of her new nickname.

Elizabeth sighed. For some odd reason, she felt that she had to be truthful to Jack. "Because I don't want to be here anymore." she dropped her head to look at the ground. "I don't want to get married."

"Yer not married yet?" Jack smirked, and gently lifted Elizabeth's chin up. "Peapod, I'll grant you this one journey, on one special condition."

"What?"

Jack now put on his serious face. "Stay away from anything that bites."

Elizabeth continued to look through the bookshelves, cursing as she finished looking through one and still not finding that damn book!

"Looking for something special?" James asked, watching Elizabeth as she perused the shelves.

"Actually, yes." Elizabeth turned to James and gave him 'the smile'. "I am looking for a book called 'Madam Grellita's Book of Mystical Gems'. Ever heard of it?"

James smiled. "That book just came in. I have it over here." James walked over to his desk, where a tiny wooden crate full of books came in. "It seems like a wierd book. I have no idea what it says- it's in french."

Elizabeth smiled as James found the book and handed it over to her, calmly. He obviously didn't know that this book had some sort of value (what, Elizabeth was not sure) in it. Elizabeth held the heavy text to her chest and grinned.

"Thank you, James." Elizabeth reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing James to blush a little. "I should return home now. My father will worry."

"I'll walk you there." James offered, but Elizabeth stopped him.

"No, it's alright. It's not that far, and there hasn't been any crimes lately. I think I'll be safe."

"You didn't hear about the Wilkinson's sheep?" James asked.

This caught Elizabeth's attention. "No... why?"

"Rumor has it someone or something jumped fence and killed a fourth of them!" James now looked worried, and stepped up to Elizabeth. "I'd feel much safer if I walked you home."

Elizabeth stepped to the door. "I believe I'll be fine, James. Thank you, though." She opened the door and slipped out. "Goodnight!"

Before James could call out to her, she had closed the door and was already walking down the street. The moon was out, bright and full, and she smiled.

Should be the last night for it. She smiled. Funny that I meet Jack when a full moon is out.

Elizabeth calmly walked down the street, deciding that she would go to the beach early tomorrow morning and give Jack his book. That means she would have to pack a little bag to take tonight, and Elizabeth shivered in anticipation.

So long, Port Royal. It's not been a good time knowing you.

Elizabeth took the shortcut, which was a trail through the woods, to get back home. She was innocently singing her pirate song to herself when she heard a low growl. Elizabeth froze and looked to her right.

Silence. That was all she heard. An eerie, nasty silence.

Elizabeth shook it off and continued treading the path, and stopped again when she heard a large branch snap.

"Hello?" Elizabeth called out. "Anyone there?" she looked around her, feeling her heart begin to race. "Hello?"

From behind her, she heard a moan of some sort, and turned around. She lost her breath for a second, and slowly backed away.

Oh god. That's a big dog.

"Nice doggie..." she calmed, and felt a shiver of fear run through he body as the beast stepped closer.

It was ugly. Drool dripped from it's monstorous jaws, it's fur was a deep brown color and matted around it's large face. The monster just screamed fear.

Except for it's eyes. There was something calming about it's brown eyes.

"It's alright... you don't have to come near..." Elizabeth's voice grew small. "Please don't eat me..."

The dog beast lifted his head up and nuzzled her hand. It gave a satisfactory moan when Elizabeth gently (fearfull that the beast would rip her hand off) stroked it's matted fur. For a long moment, Elizabeth stayed like that, feeling her fear ebb away as the great dog looked up at her with it's warm brown eyes.

Then it growled and looked into the woods. Fear seeped into Elizabeth again, and she stepped back. The beast must have heard something in the woods, for it took off, leaving Elizabeth behind.

Elizabeth took a second to find her breath, and then turned and ran all the way home, not stopping until she was safe inside the foyer.

"Miss Swann? Are yo' alright?" the maid, who was still busy cleaning, asked. "Yor home late!"

Elizabeth caught her breath and looked up at her maid. "I was talking to Commodore Norrington." she smiled. "Lost track of time."

"Yo look like you've seen a monster, Miss Swann! Come, I'll draw up a bath for yo. It'll soothe yor frazzled nerves."

Elizabeth allowed the maid to lead her up to the bathroom and let the maid undo all her buttons to her dress. The maid left her in her chemise to take her bath, and Elizabeth took off her last peice of clothing. She sank into the tub, enjoying the steam that rose from the water.

My last bath. Before I see Jack tomorrow morning. She looked out the window, up at the night sky. What was that thing?