Muse

Chapter Five


*How will you feel when theres no sun?
How will you feel when the rain clouds come?
You're on you own again.
How will you feel when there's no one?
Am I just like you?*


The ship rocked from side to side, the waves throwing the crew around with great force. The rain spattered against the sails; the deck, and everywhere it could reach to. The waves were coming upon the deck and almost drowning the crew who were attempting to take control.

"This is so bloody obsurd! Can we not just find land?!" Elizabeth shouted to the Captain.

"To what point and purpose, young Missy? A good storm is what this ship needs...break her into her stride"
Jack began to stroke the helm, looking at it lovingly.

"If we do not head for land there will be no ship left!" Elizabeth shouted back angrily, attempting to keep hold of the side of the ship.

"On the contrary, Elizabeth. This ship has weathered far worse than this!"

"S'true" Gibbs told her, slipping along the floor as he attempted to walk. "This ship has seen things no other has...it has been to the ends of the earth...twice" He made his way past her, but when he let go of the side he lost his footing, and reached out for the nearest possible thing he could to steady himself.

Which happened to be Elizabeth.

It happened so fast.

one minute she saw him fall, and the next minute the force of his body trying to hold itself up had pushed her into the side of the ship so fast that she herself lost her footing.

Instead of falling forwards and falling straight to the floor however, her body toppled backwards, sending her flying overboard and into the depths of the ice cold water.

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The strength of the under-tow was pulling her under, and every time she managed to force her head above water, she could see the ship sailing away from her...just that little bit more out of reach.

Was she going to die? She had lost the feeling in her arms and legs.

Maybe she should give up and let herself sink to the bottom of the ocean...she could feel the pull of sleep calling to her...maybe if she let it consume her she would be rid of the awful things her mind was telling her...

No one is coming for you....they do not care enough about you to save your life...you are just a woman...

The waves were too strong for her to fight for much longer. She was going to have to let the tide take her...and then she herself would be lost to Davy Jones locker.


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Not again... Jack moaned to himself. In this weather he really didn't feel upto taking a dip into the ocean...it was cold enough to freeze his barnicals off.

He looked over at Gibbs, who seemed mortified at causing her to fall overboard.

"I've killed her!" He shouted, aghast.

Jack rolled his eyes. So he had already resigned Elizabeth to her fate?

Bah! Jack thought, trying to keep control of the ship. He was attempting to turn the ship around and get back to her, but the tide was making it increasingly difficult. That stupid bloody woman has my compass! I can't exactly leave her to drown if she has one of my posessions...

Yes, that was exactly the reason he was rescuing her from the water...yet again.

"She'll of gone to the bottom by now, Jack" Gibbs told him, finally grasping hold of something more stable and hoisting himself up.

"Nah" Jack told him, denial undeniably etching his features. "She's a tough lass is Elizabeth...no sea beastie could match her in a battle of wills"

Gibbs shook his head. "It'll do no good, Jack. She won't be there. Its too late"

Jack grew desperate. His compass was NOT going to lie at the bottom of the ocean for an eternity.
And neither was she, if he was honest.

He looked at Gibbs. "So I don't suppose you'll be saving her then?"

Gibbs looked at him with wide eyes. "I can't swim Jack!"

Now why did that not surprise him anymore?

If you want something doing...

And with that last thought in his brain, he ran from his place at the helm, and dived straight from the ship, and into the murky water waiting for him at the bottom.


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She was not actually that far away from where the ship had left her. The waves must have carried her towards it. The only thing that concerned him was how long she had been under the water for.

Getting her back to the ship was the hard part. It took him a good ten minutes to actually grab the ropes offered to him by the crew.

Hoisting her up was also a little tricky, seems as though she was unconscious and therefore a little dead in the weight area.

Fat cow He thought, smirking to himself.

Oh how she would love him for that little quip.

Once he had managed to grab the ropes tight enough to be pulled up, he flopped up on deck like a fish, and dropped Elizabeth onto the floor, hoping that the pain may somehow wake her up.

It didn't.

She was out cold.

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She Was still breathing, so there was a good thing, he supposed.

Ragetti and Pintel had been told to carry the damsel below deck and settle her into one of the bunks with a few blankets to keep her warm.

He questioned whether to divest her of her clothes, but decided that if he wanted to actually live after she had woken up then he would have to leave them.

Although it was tempting...

Norrington was sat with her now, watching her sleep.

Hopefully he would have news soon.

Very soon.

Jack was anxious. Although admittedly he now had his compass...so he should not technically care about what happens to her...at all...nope, not one bit...

But he did.

Oh bugger it all .


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It was his shift to keep watch.

Not of the ship, but of her.

It had been several hours and she still had not woke. He wasn't sure whether to be troubled or not....

She had moved in her sleep, so that had to be a good thing...right?

Then again, her sleeping state brought more peace to the ship than what she did when she was awake...

He watched her breathing in and out, peaceful and un-touched.

He would have to kill himself for even thinking like that...pirates didn't think of pretty words to go with women, they thought of dirty, disgusting words like whores and slags... not peaceful and innocent...

Bloody women! He thought to himself, angry for the new words she was unconsciously bringing into his unconscious.

"I should have left you there..." He said, more to himself looking down at the bottle of rum in his hands.

"Then why didn't you?"

He looked up to see her looking at him, her eyes heavy with sleep.

"A re-lapse, I think" Smirking at her.

It was like she had never been away.