Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid - Chapter 6
Chapter Author: Desiring Pirates
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters, we are simply using them as toys
in our playhouse.
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"Jack, you don't have any idea what you are reading, do you?"

Elizabeth and Jack were sitting in Jack's quarters, next to
each other. Dangerously close. Jack had scooted his chair over to be near
her, and she had to admit, she really didn't mind. Jack looked up at her in
a smug 'I-do-so-know-what-I'm-doing' look.

"Peapod, I think you think that I think like a simpleton! And before you
think that, I am telling you that I can think as a normal human being."

"No matter how frazzed your brain is."

"No matter- hey!" Jack gently pushed her. Elizabeth giggled, and smiled up
at Jack.

Jack grinned, leaving Elizabeth to look at him in wonderment. He was really
beautiful. Could she call a man beautiful? No matter, whatever he was, he
was. He had the care free, almost innocent air about him. She
noticed, for the first time, that his deep brown eyes glittered whenever he
smiled, truly smiled. His smile seemed to light up his whole face. She knew
that he noticed the look on her face, for he leaned forward a little.

Elizabeth felt his warm breath hit her lips, and knew he was waiting for her
to make the next move.

Oh god... I'm gonna kiss Jack Sparrow...

Elizabeth then cleared her throat and turned her head away from Jack, making
him make a confused face and retreat back into his chair.

"So, the book?" she said, trying to ignore what had just happened. NEVER had
she felt so... wanton. NEVER had things happen so... fast. But this was
Jack, and even in a dire situation (or whenever she loathed him), she always
felt comfortable around him. Elizabeth always felt she could lean back, kick
up her feet and pass a bottle of rum between them, and they would be
perfectly content just sitting there and chatting.

Elizabeth and Will (who has been avoiding her) had already spent three days
on the Black Pearl. The first day, Jack looked pale and tired, so he excused
himself, giving Gibbs Captain duties for the day, and went to sleep it off
in his cabin. The next day, however, he was back to his old self and already
called Will a eunuch twice before breakfast.

One of Jack's favorite things to do, also, was to annoy Elizabeth any chance
he could get. A playful kind of annoyance, that Elizabeth really didn't
mind. In fact, she looked for it. It made her feel special somehow, knowing
that someone was thinking about her for her, not her as a govenor's daughter
or a blacksmith's love. And, despite all her old propeity, she shamelessly
flirted back.

Elizabeth wasn't sure why. It was just the way Jack would stare at her,
almost animalistic, would make her quiver with excitement. The grins and
looks he sent her way these past two days reminded her of the time they
shared on rum- runner's island; and she couldn't help but be pulled towards
him.

Jack leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up. "The book. It has
yellowed pages and smells like old feet."

"Are you sure that's not you?" Elizabeth smiled at Jack's priceless
expression. She began to think that no one had ever bested him in a battle
of words. "The book," she continued, "-is essentially about gems, is it
not?"

"Yes." Jack gave a nod of his head.

"And the book is in french?"

"Yes." Another nod of his head.

"And you know how to speak french?" Elizabeth inquired. Jack went silent for
a second, and Elizabeth groaned and rolled her eyes. "Jack! Then why were
you looking for this book when you KNEW you didn't know how to speak
french?!"

"Well, I didn't know it'd be in french, savvy?" Jack argued back, pointing
down at the book. "I thought I'd be able to read it!"

"Jack, not everything can be in english!" Elizabeth rubbed her forehead,
suddenly annoyed at the pirate.

"It should be." He grumbled. He looked over at Elizabeth.

"What?" she asked, noticing his gaze on her. Like a predator looking at
prey.

"Well, you are a govenor's daughter, I believe you have had some
special schooling..."

Elizabeth scoffed. "So you automatically think that I know french?"

"Well, do you?" Jack asked, arching an eyebrow.

Elizabeth sighed, and went down with defeat. "A little. Too pass by."

Jack grinned and clapped her on the back. "Excellent! Then you can
translate!"

Elizabeth sighed again and opened the book. "Fine!" she exclaimed, not
wanting to argue. "What is it that you need?"

Elizabeth noticed that Jack froze. She stared at him and asked him again.
"Jack? Tell me what you do need to be translated."

Jack smirked at her, somewhat nervously. "Can't you just translate the whole
book?"

Elizabeth flushed. "THE WHOLE BOOK?" She looked down at the book - it had to
be about 350 pages long! There is no way I am going to be able to
translate that!

"Aye!" Jack grinned at her.

Elizabeth could not believe it. "Jack, I am not going to translate the
whole book!" She pushed the book over at him and motioned for him to
point out what he needed. "Just tell me what you need. You can get your
information quicker that way."

Jack stood up. "Peapod, I am not going to tell you. Just translate the whole
bloody book." He went to walk out of the door.

Elizabeth threw her head back and groaned. She knew Jack to be stubborn, but
this was ridiculous. "Jack! Don't be absurd! Whatever it is, it can't be
that bad-" Elizabeth started, getting up and chasing after him.

Jack turned sharply on his heel and stared down at her. Elizabeth jumped
slightly and gasped at the dark, viperous look on his face.

"Elizabeth! Don't question me, just translate the damn book!" He
bellowed, and Elizabeth took a couple of steps back. She was suddenly afraid
of him.

Elizabeth turned and grabbed the book, clutching it to her chest. Jack had
just howled at her, growling, she thought he did, and like hell was
she staying in here. She might grab his pistol and shoot him.

She felt him grasp her shoulder and whisper softly. "Elizabeth..."

"It's alright. I understand if you don't want to tell me. I just thought it
would be easier for you if I only had to translate one section." She sighed,
and refused to look at Jack. "I'll just translate the entire text, no matter
how idiotic it is."

"I'm sorry, luv. It's just that this is a personal matter. But I promise ye,
if and when I find a solution to my 'oddness', you will be the first one
I'll tell."

Elizabeth turned and looked up at Jack's softened features. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart."
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Will sat down in a huff next to Elizabeth, and smiled nervously at her. She
just rolled her eyes and returned to her notebook. It had been three hours
since she left Jack's cabin, and she only had about one full page done. It
was exhausting, having to translate this.

"Hello, Elizabeth."

"Mrr." Elizabeth answered back, not looking at him.

"I take it your mad at me."

"No. Not you. Just the stupid text." Elizabeth sighed and threw her quill
down. "I swear, I don't know why I do these things for him..."

Will shifted and caught Elizabeth's attention. She turned on him and looked
into his face. "Will? What's the matter?"

"You never..." he sighed. "You never answered my question, Elizabeth. Well,
you did, by sneaking onto a ship at dawn, but I really wanted an oral
answer..." Elizabeth's eyes widened at that, and she chuckled. Damn
Jack. making me think perverted thoughts. Will, sensing this, brought
his hands up in defense and shook his head. "No! No! No! Not like that! I
meant, I wish you would have talked to me before-"

Elizabeth, despite the situation, laughed. She laid a hand on Will's arms
and smiled at him. "I'm sorry, Will. But I never wanted to get married."

Will's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he dropped his head. He
chuckled, half heartedly, and stood up.

"Will-" Elizabeth called out, but Will had ignored her and walked out of her
cabin.

Elizabeth stared at the empty doorway, knowing that Will needed some time
and space to figure out what just happened. Unfortunately for Elizabeth, the
empty doorway was filled with the presence of Jack.

"Hello, luv. How's it going?"

Elizabeth turned around in her chair and stared studiously down at her
notebook, where she just wrote out the introduction to the book.

"Ah, I see." Elizabeth heard Jack's boots click over to her chair, and smelt
his warmth and the spice of his cologne when he stopped behind her chair.
"How many pages did you do?"

Elizabeth pointed down at the introduction and grunted in annoyance.

"One?" Jack smirked, and Elizabeth suddenly found his head next to hers,
looking down at the page with her scribbles on. "Well, it's better then
none." He moved his head to look at her.

Up close, Elizabeth could see each detail lined into his rugged face. There
were lines around his eyes, where she could see that his age had taken in.
But, despite that, his eyes were alight with mischief. His mouth, which
seemed too full pouted for a male, was curved into a wicked smirk, causing
one half of his dark moustache to move up. Elizabeth gulped and leaned in
just a bit. Why, when he is so close, do I have the urge to... kiss
him? She froze, and clenched her teeth together.

"You seem tense, Peapod." Jack moved (thankfully), but placed his tarred
hands on her shoulders. Elizabeth looked down, and saw that his nails were
long and jagged, like claws. But, thanks to working on a ship, they seemed
to be too short to be considered claws. He began to move them.... and
Elizabeth felt pain.

"Jack!" She complained, but Jack kept pushing against her shoulders.

"Just relax, luv, and enjoy it." Jack chuckled. "I don't do this fer
everyone, ye know."

Elizabeth followed Jack's advice and found that the massage he was giving
her seemed relaxing. His hand motions were hypnotic, and Elizabeth found
herself leaning forward a little bit, taking her hair to one side and
exposing her neck. Jack seemed to get what she wanted and moved one of his
hands to rub along her long column.

Kiss it... she willed Jack you know you want to...

He heard Jack's sharp intake of breath, and just when she thought Jack was
going to give in and go for it, Gibbs showed up at the door, panting
frantically.

Damn it! Why wasn't the door closed? Elizabeth cursed to herself,
and felt Jack's hands leave her body. She whimpered a little (but not to
loud for anyone to hear... she hoped...) at the loss and turned to look at
Gibbs.

"What is it, man?!" Jack asked hotly. "Can't you see Miss Swann and I are
busy?!"

Gibbs panted, but answered. "Jack... ship... Unity... Achille!"

Something about the french name made Jack stiffen, Elizabeth noted. She
reached up and gently touched Jack's arm, hoping to get his attention.

"Jack?"

"Prepare a cannon. Get the men to load their guns. Stop anyone from coming
aboard." Jack ordered Gibbs, and went to walk out of the cabin. "I hate that
man..."

"JACK!" Elizabeth called out, and got up, running towards him.

Jack turned around and it seemed like he noticed her for the first time.

"Lizzie..." he breathed, and grasped her shoulders that he was just
attending to a moment ago. "I want ye to stay in here."

"Why, Jack?" She placed a hand on her hip and stared up at him. "What's
going to happen?"

Jack sighed, and gently pushed her back down into her chair. "Ye promised me
ye stay away from anything that bites. I am keeping you on that promise."