Muse

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Chapter Seven


*Feeling the moment slip away.
Your losing direction,
your losing faith.
You're waiting for someone*


Typical.

Once they reached the ship it was back to business.

But what had he come to expect? She was a woman, afterall.

She seemed quieter than usual. Even when she was being spoken to, her eyes did not radiate that seem spark that usually lit up within them. It was almost as if she was listening, but not quite taking anything in.

He took her in; the sight of her sat on the steps of the ship leading upto the top deck of the boat where the helm was. Again, she looked deep in thought; her musings etching across her features and she seemed to notice no one around her.

She was a beautiful creature, of that he was sure. But something was troubling her...she hadn't been quite right since they had got back to the ship.

She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad; but she certainly wasn't happy either...she seemed somewhere in the middle and that did not bode well for any man on the ship with her.

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She knew he was looking at her. She could feel his eyes staring intently, obviously wondering what had brought about her change in mood so drastically.

He should know... Her brain thought against her will.

In truth she did not exactly know the reason for her mood swing. It could not have been Jack, because Jack was nothing to do with her...he was escorting her in her attempts to find Will, and that was all.

Yes, she had been feeling rather strange since that night on the second Pirate island she had visited since her stay on the deck of the Black Pearl, standing there on piled-up crates and staring through a window just to get a look at what he was upto...

Oh, how she had not guessed the outcome.

So now she sat here, unsure of how she was feeling at the moment.

Guilty for spying? No, he had not seen her there and therefore she had no reason to feel like that.

Guilty for hating Jack at the spectacle she had seen? No, she did not hate Jack and she never would. True, he could be insufferable at times, but she had no real reason to comdemn him.

Guilty for the way that kiss had made her feel? Hmmm...now there was a question...

Somewhere inside her she knew she was curious...Will was a good man; she loved him dearly and she could not wait to be a married woman.

But Jack...Jack was something she would never see herself heading towards, but if it would ever happen she knew it would a force to be reckoned with...

Would she stop it?...Something was telling her that maybe she had better leave the subject alone; if she started to think too deeply about things like that she may end up with a complex.

Think of marriage...think of Will...think of marraige and Will....

Nope, did not seem to work.

Oddly; it only seemed to make her more miserable


She saw his shadow on the side of the ship, he was close to her.

Suddenly, almost like a flash of lightening, he was occupying the empty space she had left on the steps.

"My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled." He said rather quickly, a tell tale sign that he may have been intoxicated with alcohol.

And he was still staring at her in the way she found so intimidating.

Make something up..he won't realise the difference anyways... she thought to herself, not wanting to look at him.

"I just thought I'd be married by now. I'm so ready to be married..."

...Maybe that was the wrong thing to say...

Jack held his bottle of rum to her lips. She took it from him and took a large gulp, not sure exactly why she had done it...

However, jack's eyes lit up with curiosity. He may be on the edge of becomming an eccentric...but Jack Sparrow was certainly no fool.
She didn't want the wedding...she wanted the wedding night.

That's why shes so intent on findin' Will...she's all a qiver and waitin' to have a good ol' romp in the sack...

Now then, there was a thought if ever he had one...

"You know...Lizzy... I am... captain of a ship. And being captain of a ship, I could in fact perform a... marriage. Right here. Right on this deck. Right... now

He was so close to her...his face was inches from hers...was it right for her to actually feel compelled by his words?
She wasn't quite sure if she felt violated or completely elated...

She stared at him intently, figuring him out...maybe he thought she was serious when she said he could have her?
Was she serious?

With that thought Elizabeth recoiled from his gaze, and pushed past him to walk (rather too quickly, she knew) to the side of the ship, deciding it would be rather less intense if she looked out to sea, instead of looking at Jack.

"No, thank you." She told him stubbornly, not daring to look at him, even though she knew he was coming closer to her.

Jack was smirking widely. He knew he had her now. It wasn't about actually wanting her, it was about wanting her to want him. He wasn't a stupid man; he wanted her, ofcourse he did...many men who came across her would want her...but right now this little game she was playing was about to backfire on her...and he was going to make her realise that.

"Why not? We are very much alike, you and I. I and you... Us.

His voice seemed too nataural..almost as if he did not mind her knowing what he was thinking...

"Oh. Except for a sense of honor, and decency and-and a moral center. And personal hygiene."

Was he playing a game now? Get her where he wanted her and-

And what? Elizabeth Swann! Do not even contemplate completing that sentence! This is Jack Sparrow...egotistical, simple, pirofied Jack bloody Sparrow!

Damn, she was falling for it...

Play him back then...show him what you're made of...make him want you ...

That should not be too much of a problem.
Jack meanwhile seemed to be smelling his armpits. What did hygiene have to do with anything if they would be rutting around like pigs? ... if he had his way, ofcourse.

"Trifles..." He told her, edging towards her, skirting around her, careful not to get in too close, but close enough for her to know he was near. "You will come over to my side, I know it."

She looked over at him then; her eyes seeking him out. She almost regretted it, her stomach giving a slight twinge when she saw him standing there; masculinity uncorked; in that moment she had never seen him like that before...his sexuality radiated from him.

And her? Suddenly she seemed more lost than before.

"You seem very certain..." She said rather tediously, still looking at him.

"One word love: curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day, you won't be able to resist..."

It was too much for her; she felt laid bare for all to see. Why did he seem to know exactly what she wanted? Lay it out for her on a silver platter that she dare not touch? She knew she would not be able to resist; and she had a feeling that one day soon the temptation would rear its ugly head.

With him?...she seemed to be coming to the conclusion that maybe that compass did not lie afterall...not anymore.

Change the subject...he has you where he wants you...

"Why doesn't your Compass work?" Great...yeah, that was a perfect way to get off the subject...
Jack looked away from her then, taking great offence to the question she had asked.

"Uh my Compass works fine." He told her stubbornly.

Now she was the one in control. She needed to lay him bare, just as he had with her not moments ago. To strip Jack Sparrow's enigma would be as great a victory as finding the locker of Davy Jones himself.

"Because you and I are alike, and there will come a moment when you have a chance to show it. To do the right thing."

She was looking at him intently again now. She noticed his shift in stance; he was trying to act like he did not give a shit, but she saw right through that exterior straight away.

He moved right past her; stopping at the side of the ship, almost pretending he had not heard her.

"I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by..."

She kept on at him, not realising that as she spoke she was unconsciously moving towards him.

"You'll have the chance to do something... something courageous. And when you do, you'll discover something: that you're a good man."

She stood right infront of him now, a little to his left so she could get full view of the look on his face. Now this was a good shift in balance...she could see him starting to waver.

She was winning.

But winning what?

"All evidence to the contrary." He told her; concentrating on the waves out at sea.

How dare she? He knew she was more trouble than she was worth, but to corner a man on his own ship and make him question his feelings? That just was not on.

Did he want to be a good man? No.

Did he want to do the right thing? No...although strictly speaking by being a Pirate and keeping to the code, technically he was doing the right thing-

Stupid bitch and her bloody psycho-babble! Where the hell did she learn to confront people?

She was watching his face intently. How many emotions can one man go through within the space of a few short seconds?...She knew she had him now.

"I have faith in you. Want to know why?"

No He thought to himself.

"Do tell, dearie." He smirked at her then, staring her straight in the eyes.

"Curiosity." She whispered it, her face growing closer to his by just a few inches. She knew what he wanted; and she was not afraid to make him want it all the more.

"You're going to want it. A chance to be admired" His face pulled in a few centimetres, his eyes were drawn into slits, listening intently to what she was telling him. She was reeling him in and he was overpowered by her incredible female talent.

"Gain the rewards that follow. You won't be able to resist." Suddenly she found his lips turning ever so slightly towards hers. She was talking; but nothing she was saying was making sense to her anymore. She was looking at him; the look on his face making her aware that if he went for her lips, then she may find herself unable to pull away.

"You're going to want to know... what it tastes like." And there it was...the reason why they had both felt that bond...that bond that found them intoxicated by one anothers aura. She needed his enigma, and he needed her innocence. They both needed that taste; that one thing that would let them into eachothers lives...that one simple thing that would allow the other to see what it would be like...

Their own taste of freedom...

Jack was the first to give in.

"I do want to know what it tastes like..." He told her; his voice deppening and barely above a whisper. He was facing her now; walking her backwards slowly.

Oh god, me too... she thought to herself as his hand reached out to brush against her cheek. His hard, rough hand a complete contrast to her soft, sunkissed skin. She had never felt so unable to control her own body in her life; Jack Sparrow did something to her that Will never could...he made her feel.

His face was so close to hers. His lips were mere millimetres from hers...she could feel his breath on her face...

Just one more movement and i'll feel him... She seemed a little lost to her own free will.

Then she had to think. There was a reason for why she was doing this...although admittedly she had momentrarily forgotten...

She needed him to want her...more. Then she would win.

"But - seeing as you're a good man I know you will never put me in a position that would compromise my honor"

Jack was lost. She stirred something within him that he had always known was there for her...but now it was ten times worse; if only Will had not have gotten there first...she would have been his to rut around with for the rest of his pirating years...and he planned on having alot of them...

He couldn't resist; he wanted to look at her before he pulled her to him and kissed the life out of her. He wanted to see that raw need in her eyes that he was sure were in his. He wanted to know that the way she was being was because of him...and not because she wanted to see how far she could push him.

He opened his eyes to see hers closed...good; atleast she was succoming to him.

Then something out of the corner of his eyes made him look twice at his hand.

What the fu-

She was expecting his lips to crash down on hers instantly...but he was taking his time. She would not give into him and be the first to initiate the kiss...if there was one.

Why should she want one? She had a fiancee, who happened to be a very good kisser...he was all she would ever need.

Was Jack right? Was she curious? Maybe she was...but it would not be the first time; if truth were told she had been curious for along time... about pirates, ofcourse...not about Jack Sparrow.

Suddenly she came to her senses. Was she really expecting Jack Sparrow to kiss her? Did she really want him to? Did she really have no sanity?

He was a good man...he would never come between herself and Will; he knew too much about their love to even think about the idea...

So, when faced with temptation Jack Sparrow really could resist...all because she belonged to someone else.

God she was stupid! She needed to snap out of this...maybe it was because she had spent so bloody long on the ship with him...maybe she was getting cabin fever.

She opened here eyes slowly and looked up at him.
Jack stared in horror.

The black spot was back. Davy Jones was back for his debt once again.

He did not have time to think about it however; Elizabeth had opened her eyes and was looking at him. He closed his hand and stared at her.

"I'm proud of you, Jack." She told him, her voice almost a whisper.

Proud of you for protecting my honour, when i was willing to throw it away so carelessly...

Proud of me for what? Jack thought to himself, still looking at her; she was still so close to him.

If it wasn't for that damned spot i'd probably have you against the deck right now...Davy Jones be damned!

Jack was about to reply when there was a shout from the helm.

"Land ho!" Gibbs shouted; looking off into the distance to see a tiny Island a few miles from where they were...it looked promising.

"I want my jar of dirt." Jack said more to himself than to Elizabeth, before stalking off without giving her another glance.

Elizabeth stood there alone...she had set out to be the winner in that game...but now she realised that if she ever played against Jack Sparrow; it would be he who won everytime.

She had set out to make him want her; something he had already being doing...

Instead she ended up wanting him....something she never allowed herself to do...

Until now.