Gasping for Air
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,485
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Face to Face
A-N- Yeah, I abandoned the story for a while, until the muse commanded me to revisit it. Hope you enjoy.
He thought that the first time he saw her again...he would throttle her; just squeeze the life from her, as she had squeezed the life out of him. But he was wrong. As much as he wanted to hate her, to punish her, to harm her, he couldn't do it. No...he still loved the murderous wench..and that angered him.
He failed to see the nervousness of her hands, or the dark circles under her eyes as he calmly walked up to her, with his hands on his hips. He failed to see the unshed tears because she kept her eyes cast downward to the blinding white sand. "What do you want," he demanded gruffly, deliciously glad when she flinched at the sound of his voice.
"To...to say...that..I...I'm sor.." her faltering voice was cut off by the sharp slap he delivered to her face.
"Don't ever say that to me," he growled out. "You're not sorry...you made that plain to me when you shackled me to the mast..." He turned his back on her. The sound of a pistol being cocked caused him to turn around cautiously. There she stood, trembling, with the pistol pointed at her own temple.
"I'm sorry, Jack," she said mournfully as she pulled the trigger....
Jack snapped awake...again and sighed. "What...in the bloody...." he muttered as he wiped his eyes. There was no need to try to go back to sleep...every night it was the same thing; he would have dreams of hurting Lizzie...or of her dying by her own hand. "I don't want to hurt her...."he said to himself. "I love her." But he knew, that deep down, he was still furious at her ruse....furious at her betrayal....and furious at himself for caring for her. Captain Jack Sparrow sighed as he slowly got to his feet from the deck of his restored Pearl. He looked around at the blinding whiteness all around him. "What...I wouldn't give...for a lick of wind," He said morosely, tugging at his beard.
He thought that the first time he saw her again...he would throttle her; just squeeze the life from her, as she had squeezed the life out of him. But he was wrong. As much as he wanted to hate her, to punish her, to harm her, he couldn't do it. No...he still loved the murderous wench..and that angered him.
He failed to see the nervousness of her hands, or the dark circles under her eyes as he calmly walked up to her, with his hands on his hips. He failed to see the unshed tears because she kept her eyes cast downward to the blinding white sand. "What do you want," he demanded gruffly, deliciously glad when she flinched at the sound of his voice.
"To...to say...that..I...I'm sor.." her faltering voice was cut off by the sharp slap he delivered to her face.
"Don't ever say that to me," he growled out. "You're not sorry...you made that plain to me when you shackled me to the mast..." He turned his back on her. The sound of a pistol being cocked caused him to turn around cautiously. There she stood, trembling, with the pistol pointed at her own temple.
"I'm sorry, Jack," she said mournfully as she pulled the trigger....
Jack snapped awake...again and sighed. "What...in the bloody...." he muttered as he wiped his eyes. There was no need to try to go back to sleep...every night it was the same thing; he would have dreams of hurting Lizzie...or of her dying by her own hand. "I don't want to hurt her...."he said to himself. "I love her." But he knew, that deep down, he was still furious at her ruse....furious at her betrayal....and furious at himself for caring for her. Captain Jack Sparrow sighed as he slowly got to his feet from the deck of his restored Pearl. He looked around at the blinding whiteness all around him. "What...I wouldn't give...for a lick of wind," He said morosely, tugging at his beard.