Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Rated: R
Chapter Author: Desiringpirates
Summary: Elizabeth is in trouble...
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack. If I did, I'd be too busy doing stuff.
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Chapter Eight

Will tighened his grip on his sword and pushed Elizabeth behind him when he
heard voices outside the door. He prepared himself for anything, anything
that would break down the door and chase them.

He wasn't prepared to hear howling, and a beastly growl.

Elizabeth screamed in her throat, clutching onto Will's back. Will moved
back, gently pushing Elizabeth, to get as much distance between them and the
door. Again, they heard a growl and questioning. Then everything... went
silent. Will decided this was not a good sign. He reached around and grabbed
one of Elizabeth's hands, swung her in front of him. He gently but hurridely
pushed her to a corner, where she would be out of eyesight should anything
enter the room.

"Elizabeth, stay here. I've got to go out and see what's happening." Will
left, and Elizabeth felt tears fall down her cheeks.

Will carefully approached the door, and reached out to grab the door knob.
Slowly, he opened the door as to not frighten anything out in the hall.
Seeing nothing initially, and hearing nothing, he cautiously slipped out the
door and left it open a crack.

He looked down one hall. Nothing.

He looked down the other side of the hall. A beast.

And the beast was charging at him.

Screaming, Will brought out his blade and swung at the creature, only to
have the beast dodged the blow and headbutt him in the chest. Grunting, Will
and the animal went down and tumbled around for a bit. Will ended up on top,
and punched the beast in it's monstorous jaws. The beast howled in pain, and
kicked out from underneath him, knocking Will back down on the ground.

With excellent reflexes, the beast managed to jump right back up on all
fours and charge into the room. Will picked his head up and wiped away the
blood on his lip when he saw the tail of the great dog beast slip out of
sight, and cursed. He got up and ran to the room, and without thinking,
jumped on the creature's back before it had a chance to go to Elizabeth.

The beast yelped at the sudden impact, causing Elizabeth to scream and
freeze in spot. Will and the monster wrestled for a little bit, but Will
using the advantage of surprise, managed to pin the beast down. Long enough
to yell at Elizabeth to run.

"ELIZABETH! RUN!" Elizabeth stayed frozen in place, and watched as the
creature swung an almighty paw at Will's face. Blood spurted out of the
wound, and Will caught Elizabeth's eyes for a breif second. "GET OUT!! RUN!"

Elizabeth snapped out of her senses and ran as fast as she could out the
door and down the hall. All the blood rushed to her ears, her legs hurt with
the sudden pressure she was putting on them. She urged herself to run faster
when she heard the door to her room break off its hinges. She didn't dare to
look over her shoulder, she knew full well that the monster was following
her. It was amazing that she could outrun a beast- then she realized that it
wouldn't last.

Taking a sharp turn, she ended up in the empty galley, and pushed the doors
shut. Thinking quick, she blocked the door with a chair and managed to push
a table in front of it, then turned around. Looking up, she decided that the
best place to hide would to be up in the rafters... but how to get up there?

Before she had a chance to think, a hand shot out and grabbed her, covering
her mouth. The hand forcefully pulled her so her back was hitting her
captive's front and a blade was immediately brought to her throat. Elizabeth
screamed, a muffled scream, and began to cry when she felt the cool blade
touch her neck.

"Hello, my dear. I wanted to meet on special circumstances, but this would
have to do." A suave, french accent filled her ears.

This must have been the man who wanted to see Jack.

She cried, and heard a frantic knocking on the door.

"ELIZABETH!" Jack screamed out, trying like hell to get in.

Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut as the vile man tightened his hold on her.

"I can smell it on you, you know. Purity. The cure." he stopped, and
breathed into her ear: "Virginity."

Elizabeth struggled to get out of his grip, but it proved useless. He had to
much strength, compared to her.

Just then, something more concrete was banging into the door. In seconds,
the chair and table fell, and the door burst off it's hinges, revealing a
very pale Jack and a very battered Will. They rushed over to where Elizabeth
was, and Will went to lunge at the man, but Jack threw his arm out and
stopped him. Will stopped cold at the sight of a knife at Elizabeth's
throat, a faint red line trailing down her elegant neck.

"Let her go." Jack growled, still looking dangerous even though he appeared
sick.

"I think not." Achille grinned, and laughed gently. The sound made
Elizabeth's heart jump in her throat, and through his hand, she cried out
for Jack. "I found her. She's mine."

"She is not." Jack took a step forward, but Achilles held the dagger out to
him.

"Really, then? Have you claimed her, Sparrow?" Achilles sniffed the blood on
the dagger and smirked. His long tounge slipped out and tasted it, tasted
her. "From what I can tell, you didn't."

"Let her go."

Jack took another step towards them, and Achilles swung and hit Jack across
the face. Fortunately, Jack followed throught with the blow, only getting a
minor scratch on his cheek. He yelped and jumped back, and looked at Achille
through slanted eyes.

"Yer only pissing me off, mate." Jack brought out his gun, and loaded the
bullet into place.

Elizabeth was crying, watching Jack through her tear filled eyes. Achilles
pocketed his knife, and ran a hand along Elizabeth's shoulder.

"Then I have no qualms about doing this."

And he slipped a hand down the front of her shirt, cupping a breast and
pinching sharply. Elizabeth let out a strangled cry, and felt a giant weight
being thrown off of her. She stumbled forward, and Will caught her before
she fell to the ground. She quickly turned around to see Jack ontop of the
blasted man, his strong hands wrapped around Achille's throat. Elizabeth
reached out and grabbed one of Jack's shoulders, and Will grabbed the other,
and managed to extract Jack from Achille.

Elizabeth, because she didn't want anyone to die, no matter how vile they
were. Will, for another reason.

"Be glad you have your friends, Sparrow!" Achille gasped out, standing up.
"My sights have changed, thanks to you." He stared at Elizabeth, his black
eyes glittering. "We'll see eachother again, dearie."

And with a swish of his cloak, the devil was gone. Jack was still
struggling, trying to free himself from Will and Elizabeth's grip. Will
looked down and saw hair starting to sprout on the pirates arms, and cursed.

The beast gave a cry of pain from underneath him, and began morphing.
Will could hear the bones snap into place, his skin growing lighter, his
hair disappearing. Will could do nothing but stare... and then, where the
beast use to be, now laid Jack.

"Elizabeth! We got to calm him down!" Will exclaimed, racking his brain for
ideas.

"Why?" Elizabeth asked, worried by the tone of Will's voice.

"Just try to find a way to distract him!"

Elizabeth looked down into the dark face of Jack, and thought of a sure fire
way to calm down Jack Sparrow. Not thinking twice, she leaned forward and
caught the pirates lips in hers.

"Elizabeth!" Will exclaimed, watching his former love kiss Jack in front of
him.

Elizabeth continued to move her lips on his, and felt Jack's full lips
mimick hers, and she sighed when Jack gently wrapped his arms around her
waist, holding tight.

Will looked down and saw that Jack... Jack was Jack. And he let out a breath
of relief.

"Alright, Elizabeth, mission accomplished." Will said, but the two of them
still were locked. "Alright, guys, you can stop now, everything is done!"
Still, Elizabeth and Jack were kissing, and Will could have sworn he saw
someone's tongue dart out. "ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!"

Elizabeth pulled away, noticing Jack was reaching for her. She smiled, then
heard Will clear his throat. She turned her attention on him, and gave a
nervous smile.

"I, um... calmed him down, I think." She blushed.

Will stood there, his hands on his hips, looking down at them. He turned his
attention on Jack.

"Thanks, mate." Jack said, and removed his arms from around Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt cold all of the sudden, and her body yearned to be touched by
Jack again. She fought the urge to ignore Will and knock Jack down to the
ground, where she would proceed to ravish him. She decided that it would be
best to take two steps away from him, feeling herself ache for him in a
newfound place.

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She paced around her cabin. It was late at night, and she knew she should be
resting, due to the excitement the day brought her. But she couldn't sleep-
all of her was jittery, also curious to know what Jack's hands would feel
like...

Elizabeth shook her head. A dull pain throbbed at her neck, and she reached
up and touched the makeshift bandage that Gibbs wrapped around her neck. She
really shouldn't be thinking about the kiss, which, in reality, wasn't a
real kiss at all. It was a ruse, trying to calm down Jack.

That didn't mean that she didn't miss the heat that Jack gave off as he held
her forcefully against him.

Again, she shook her head, and took a couple of deep breaths. Elizabeth sat
down on her soft goosefeather bed, her hand still on her neck. Slowly, she
moved her hand up her neck and daintly traced her lips. Even though it
happened hours ago, she still felt a tingly sensation. She smiled,
remembering the fell of Jack's chapped lips on hers. She sighed, and leaned
back, laying on her white blanket.

A murmuring in the next room, Will's cabin, pulled her out of her fantasies
of her pinning Jack against the mast. She strained to hear who it was in
Will's room, and what they were discussing. Normally, she would not even
have thought about it, but it had to be near midnight, and it was strange
for Will to allow anyone in his room that late. Not unless it was an
emergency.

Getting into a sitting position, she pressed her ear on the wall that was
between the two cabins and could barely make out the voices. Two men,
assuredly, since she was the only woman on board. One was obviously Will,
but she couldn't make out the other voice. They did well to speak low.

Elizabeth, after a couple more minutes of trying to eavesdrop, gave up and
gave an aggravated sigh. She pulled back the blankets to her bed and snuffed
out her candle, deciding that now would be a good time to fall asleep. In a
matter of seconds, she was dead to the world. She didn't even notice when
the door to her cabin opened up, and a minute later, gently closed.

The next morning, she would find the book to be gone.