Muse

A/N:
Next few chapters should be up by tomorrow i hope!
Thankyou so much for all the support, its great to know you're enjoying it as much i am loving writing it!

THIS CHAPTER;
Ok i went out on a whim...you remember the island scene with Norrington and Jack and Elizabeth right? Well...I've extended it...it might not go with the film, i aint sure...but say they got off the boat and then spent a little more time looking for the chest than the film makes out?

In the film they more or less find the chest straight away...that never happens in real life, i think everyone should know that when they've lost something, it usually takes a hell of a long time to find it! So anywayz, with the compass going weird (through no fault of elizabeths ofcourse *muhahahahaha!*) it would take even longer to find a chest on a desert island...a-la needle in a hay-stack if you will?

So yeah...this is before the scene where they find it...long winded way of explaining i know...but i'm a long-winded kinda gal hehe :-)

Anywayz, once again thankyou everyone!
and enjoy!
shellie
xxx

Chapter Eight


*Don't laugh at me,
Don't look away.
You'll follow back with the sun in your eyes,
and on your own.
Bedshaped,
to legs of stone*


It was not a very large Island...not from fist glance, anyway.


How exactly did they know that this was the Island they were looking for, when they needed her to help them find it in the first place with that god-forsaken compass?


Now that was mildly interesting....


Although saying that, it was not as if she would come into much use anyway; seems as though the bloody thing did not point in the right directions for her in the first place.


Well...that was a lie, but in the meantime she was in denial anyway.


"Do you think you'll find it?" Gibbs asked his Captain, still peering out at the Island.


The crew were preparing the long boat for Jack to take to shore.


"Well...I've got the girl aint I? She's come in useful considerin' shes probably almost had us killed a few times..." Jack looked back at her, noticing she was standing alone; apparently her feet were talking to her, as she was staring at them intently.


Nothin' wrong with that... He mused to himself. My shoes have kept me company for days on end when I've been on me own...


Not that he was likely to ever admit it...


"Are ya sure ya don' want me comin' with ya? A Captain needs his first mate...it's almost like needin' butter with bread..."


Jack looked at him. The last thing he needed was Gibbs going soft on him.


"I'll be fine...I'll take some of the crew along with me, too...you need to stay 'ere and watch the ship...don't want it bein' taken from under me nose..."


Gibbs gave a nod in recognition.


As Jack walked to the end of the ship where the Crew were readying the longboat, a hand accosted him; turning him around to look directly at his 'attacker'.


"I'm going with you" Norrington spat; his breath stinking of ale.


Jack whacked his hands away from his shoulders, stepping back slightly and wiping them down, almost as if he were getting rid of dirt.


"No can do, mate...I don't entirely trust you. And when I don't entirely trust someone, i find it hard to share my wealth with them...savvy?"


Jack went to turn around.

"If you're taking Elizabeth then I'm coming with you...if she got into trouble then-"


"-Then Captain Jack Sparrow will be there-"


"-Yes, and I would be less that surprised if it was he that as causing the trouble in the first place-"


Jack draw in a short breath. He was in no mood for arguing.


"Fine...you can take the shovel"


And with that he turned to face his crew.

"Ragetti, Pintel...you'll row us to shore and stay there to man the boat. I'm not exactly sure how long we'll be gone...so everyone will have to wait patiently until I return...you can take orders from Gibbs until then.. And Don't make fun of him like you did last time...you know I really hate it when he complains to me about it..."


"Some Pirate you are" Came her voice from behind him.


He rolled his eyes.


Well, atleast she was actually talking to him. That was a start.

He turned around and faced her. "Elizabeth...never question a Pirates actions...the minute you do, you inevitably become a pirate yourself"

"Why do i have to go with you?" She asked him curiously.

He had the compass...he must know where the box is...why should he need her? Or was it just so he could confuse her mind all the more since early this morning?

After thinking about it for a considerable amount of time, she had realised that she had been taken in by some sort of spell he had cast upon her. She no longer wanted anything more than for him to thrust her up against a relatively hard surface and kiss the life from her...but why?


Because he was Jack Sparrow, that was why.


She needed a taste of it; no matter how un-innocent her thoughts had become about the whole thing.


And it was all his fault.


Was she in denial? ...undeniably...


But atleast she could admit to herself that there was a big part of her that did want to know what it felt like...


Curiosity... she realised.


How right he had been.


She was not stupid. She did not love him, she loved Will. But you always want what you can't have...and the thing that she wanted just so happened to be Captain Sparrow....


If Will were there she knew it would be different...Will would be there to hold her and kiss her...


God she missed kissing him...


Although Jack seemed very tempting to her at the moment.

No, no, no...stop thinking of Jack Sparrow; the more you do it, the more you'll end up wanting it more...and that only leads to bad, bad things....


Bad things tasted better.


*_*_*_*_*_*_*


"This is ridiculus...we're going round in circles!"


Jack didn't even look at her. He was content enough to just lie there and soak in the sun.


He didn't really see the problem.


Yes, he needed to find the chest...but they'd been looking for over two hours already, and they'd been through the same tracks a current total of four times...


No wonder Pintel thought he was seeing things that third time... he smiled to himself.


"And you're not even listening to me!" She almost screamed at him, stomping around in the sand.


"I believe its called Pig Ignorance..." Norrington drawled, also campd out on the creamy-white sand, a little way from Jack.


Jack smirked. "Its bliss, aint it?"


Norrington could not help the smile that rose to his lips.


Elizabeth shoved herself back onto the sand. She sat there and glared at them both.


Since getting off the ship she thought this would all be over and done with...until Jack had given her the compass again...She knew that would only spell trouble.


Everywhere she looked, the needle pointed only in his direction.


Ok so she got it...he was what she wanted most...well, for now anyway. Once Will was found she knew it would be him that the needle would point to.


Yes...thats it, go back into denial....its safer there...


So now she sat there in silence. It wasn't so bad...she was angry about the fact that they weren't trying, but she could see why...the sun was hot, there was no water (besides the sea, ofcourse...) and the beach was clean...inviting....


She pushed herself further back, so her elbows were supporting her upperbody as she lay her legs flat against the sand. She peered around her; the blue sea and golden sand...and the two grubby gits accommodating it all with her.


Norrington was dozing off...and Jack was...well...doing something and she didn't care what.


He had covered his face with his arms; sheilding the sun.


He seemed so relaxed.


"When are we going to look for this chest?" She asked quietly.


Without moving his arms, he answered "When I'm ready"


Elizabeth huffed. Why did it have to be convenient to him?


Snores were now coming from Norrington.


"Bloody Pirates..." She said under her breath.


"You just can't seem to resist us, can you Luv?"


She could tell he was smirking under those arms of his.


And what was that supposed to mean? She did not fall for Pirates...did she? Well, she saw Will as a Pirate...but Will was also an honest man...a dependable man....someone she could rely on.


"You need the freedom we can give you..." He was sat up now, looking at her intently. "I felt it earlier today...you wanted it because it made you feel like you were alive...you want to know what it feels like to live...and part of you can't do that with young Mr Turner..."

Elizabeth scoffed. "Oh don't be absurd. I love Will very much. He means the world to me!" She too was sat up-right now; her eyes not looking away from his. "And where do you get off on thinking that I would ever need you to make me feel alive?...I don't need you to make me feel that way"

Jack was smiling.


Why was he smiling? He should be realising she had no intention of even wanting him to make her feel that way.


Which was a big fat lie...but he did not know that.


He was doing that thing with his mouth again..making it so sexy and inviting. She found herself staring...


"Eizabeth...I didn't say anythin' about it bein' me who could make you feel..." He was licking his lips slightly now. "...But if you wanna give me the chance, I'd be more than happy to oblige..."


She shuddered Involuntarily...in a good way.


damn him and his egotistical manhood!


He'd seen straight through her again. And because of her little slip up, he now realised what was going on in her twisted little head.


She wanted him for all the wrong reasons.


And he was more than willing to show her what she was missing.


She looked so tantalizing...how could he resist? He loved winding her up...she was so breath takingly sexy when she got all protective and went into denial. That was what he liked about her the most...she never gave in.


He knew he would never have her; this was as close as he was going to get.
She was curious, he knew that much. But did she have the gutts to go through with what her libido was telling her?...Sometimes he actually wondered.


"You are dispicable Jack Sparrow"


And there was the reason he wanted her so much.


"I have my moments" He almost purred at her, getting up off the ground and walking over to her.


She was staing at him curiously. When he stood directly infront of her, they looked at eachother for a moment or two, assessing eachothers game plan.


Then he bent down; took her shoulders and hauled her up to her feet.


"What are you doing?!" She almost shouted, as he kept hold of her shoulders, making her keep eye contact with her.


"Wake Norrington and It'll be the last thing you do" He told her, his voice almost hushed.


She relaxed a little against him, knowing he wasn't going to harm her. She looked at him; his face was a blank canvas. She knew nothing of what he was thinking...what his mind was telling him to do.


He bent his head then; his lips pressing against her ear. "This isn't easy for me you know...I'm doin' alot of runnin' around after you, and I feel like i aint gettin' anythin' back...but if you aint strugglin' to get outta my grip like I thought you would, then I suppose it's not a cause to be lost..."

Elizabeth sank into his words. For the second time today she was too close to him...too close for comfort. She didn't want to struggle; she didn't want to run or deny it anymore...she just wanted to feel him.

His hand was in her hair now; curling it around his fingers, the rough skin on the back of her head making her feel oddly elated...this was something she needed. For both her and Will. Do it now and she would not have to think about it when she saw him again...


Jack could see it in her face. She was taking it in...digesting it...realising that if she denied herself then it would eat away at her.


His face was so close to hers again. The feel of his breath tickling her cheek...if she turned her face now her lips would come into contact with his.


And she would be lost.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She whispered, her voice sounding hushed and curious.
He knew her eyes were closed.


"Because I want a taste..." He told her, his lips gently caressing her ear; he culd feel her quivering beneath his touch. "...I want the samething that you seem to crave as much as I do..." His left hand came up to circle around her waist; sliding his fingers up and down the small of her back. "...I want-"


"-freedom..." She finished off for him. Her hands (on their own accord) had risen from their place at her sides, and wound their way into his dreadlocks.


He pulled his face back from her, looking deep into her eyes.


His eyes were diluted; the simple black rings surrounded by brown pools. They wanted to tell her something; give her a sign...almost pleading with her to tell him to stop; tell him to get away and not come for her again. If she didn't, if she let it happen; she knew he would never leave this alone.


She licked her lips, inviting him to come to her.


Damnit, she was not going to let this opportunity pass her...she may be a bad woman...but she was only a woman nonetheless.


Jack looked at her lips passionately. Her eyes let him know the answer.
She should have known better than to let him in. Once he had her, he would want her again...she knew that much. But he had to take what he could get...moments like this did not come to him like this every sodding day.


He leaned in slowly...agonisingly slow.


She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth barely a breath away from hers. She knew what history lay within those lips...the memories and the conquests...she was soon to be one herself.


Jack closed his eyes; his lips grazing against hers...not even kissing them properly, savouring them moment.
He moved in closer; feeling her soft, moist lips slightly parting as she felt his first touch. He parted his also, and moved his head to the side before touching them again, only deeper -


"I do hope I'm not interrupting something?" Came Norrington's voice from behind them. It sounded like he was smiling.