Damn Compass

Damn Compass

Wasm no. 2


Author: Wickedswanz

Summary: Elizabeth hold’s the compass but it keeps pointing to Jack - How will they ever find the chest? Jack will have to help…

Disclaimer: I don’t own POTC or the characters included in these fics, just a bit of fun.

Wasm timeline: Jack, Elizabeth and the crew have found the Island that holds Davy Jones’ Treasure Chest.

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Archive: Ask first (I like to know where they go.)

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Elizabeth waded to shore from the small boat, a compass gripped in her left hand. She walked slowly and unsteadily up the beach, her legs not quite used to land after so long at sea.

The island was beautiful. Perfect white sand spread out on either side as far as her eyes could see, and further inland there seemed to be some kind of green forest. She walked a little further up the beach and stopped in front of Jack, who was looking around with equal awe.

“So? Where is Davy Jones Chest?”, she looked up at him, her hands firmly on her hips. “You brought us here, so you must know where it is.”

Jack grinned widely at her, his eyes lingering on hers a little too long. “You have the Compass luv”, he took her left hand in his and opened the compass, careful that it remained with her, “You tell me.” He stumbled backwards his arms spread wide to steady himself.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and concentrated on finding Davy Jones chest.

Marry your dear William if you must, but you are mine

She gasped, her eyes flicking open. Why couldn’t she get his voice out of her head? Every time she closed her eyes she saw his face and heard his mocking tone, and when she slept her dreams were full of his kisses and caresses. Suddenly angry she shook her head and looked down at the compass.

The little red arrow pointed straight ahead and was suddenly jumping, ticking…

“What’s it doing?”, she asked.

Jack, who was standing directly in front of her, looked down at the compass and smiled. Slowly Elizabeth looked up and met his mirth filled eyes that were darkening to something else by the second. They stood there for a beat looking at each other over the compass, which was pointing directly at Jack.

“Why Miss Swan,” his smile widened, “it appears that you have found what you want.”

“Stop it Jack”, she was fighting to keep her voice flat and proud of her efforts, “this is serious. What’s the compass doing?”

Jack leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “When is does that”, he pointed at the ticking compass, “it means you’ve found what you’re looking for”

Elizabeth jumped back, suddenly very aware that James Norrington and several other members of the crew had started taking more notice of them. She looked around nervously. “Well!”, she yelled to the growing audience, “Jack and I are trying to find the chest, what are the rest of you lazy dogs doing?”

The men mumbled to themselves and went back to what they were doing; James was the last to look away and join the crew.

“Jack.” she hissed at the pirate smirking down at her, “This is not funny y…”

“No Miss Swan this is not funny”, he held out his hand, “Come, let us take a walk to calm your nerves”

Elizabeth compressed her lips but took his hand, knowing full well that calming her nerves was the last thing on his mind.

“Keep working you scaberus dogs! The lady need some rest and shade for a while.”

Long bright green vines with huge leaves hung from the tallest trees Elizabeth had ever seen. “I can see why Mr Jones would choose this place to keep his heart”, she said grinning as she looked around.

Jack grinned back at her, his head tilted slightly to the side as though studying her face. “Oh yeah, I can see only one place being more worthy”

She looked at him, confused for a second a half laugh on her lips. “Ja…”

He wound his arms around her slim waist and kissed her. His mouth hot and demanding on hers then moving across her soft face. “Elizabeth”, he whispered, his hot breath next to her ear.

And she kissed him back, like a hungry lioness she gripped onto him and fed from his mouth, tasting rum and the man beneath. The pirate she had adored since childhood was now her lover, and there was no more resisting.

Surrounded by lush green flora they held one another as though they would never let go. Elizabeth pushed back his oversized jacket and Jack shook it off his arms; his smile eager and his eyes dark with wanting. Slowly all their clothes melted away until they appeared much like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden.

He pushed her gently against the tree behind her, then looked up; searching.

“Ja…”, but he stopped her words with a quick brush of his mouth and a finger signalling wait. He grabbed a strong looking vine above her head and pulled on it experimentally, then grinned down at her.

“Yer gonna want to hold this luv”

Elizabeth smiled, confused but also excited as she raised her arms and grabbed onto the vine above her. “Wha…”, but she had no time to finish as his mouth descended on hers again, his hands gripping her waist as tightly as she gripped the vine above her. Then his hands slid smoothly up her body, leaving a fiery trail in their wake until they reached her full firm breasts, now sitting higher as her arms were now up.

His large rough hands cupped her perfect breasts his breath hissing out as he felt her hard nipples against his palms. His mouth moved hotly down her throat and over her bare shoulder.

“Blast Lizzie but you’re beautiful”, he stood straight to look her in her eyes as he spoke, “It’s been many a year since I’ve wanted a woman as much as I want you luv,” and with that he dropped to his knees. He place his hands on either side of her womanly hips and worshiped her almost flat abdomen. Moving his mouth over her hips and waist and stomach, then looking up into her passion filled eyes as he lifted one of her long legs up to rest on his shoulder.

Elizabeth looked down at him, her body singing as his mouth worked over her upper thigh. Slowly moving higher up her inner thigh, occasionally nipping at the tender flesh until… “Jack! No oooh”, her head fell back and her hands gripped the vine above her for dear life as Jack’s mouth found her hot, wet centre.

“Jack - Jack” she muttered over and over as his tongue moved in tantalizing circles around her tight passage, then further to find her quivering clit. It all happened so fast. The heat from where his mouth worked so expertly on her suddenly exploded in wave after wave of red hot pleasure. The sound that left her lips was loud, high pitched and almost musical. A flock of colourful birds suddenly took flight and neither of them noticed.

While her body trembled and her breaths still came in gasps, Jack stood and placed that one leg up over his hip, bent his knees slightly and thrust himself deep inside her with a loud groan

“Ooo Lizzie, my sweet sweet sweet”, thrusting in time with his barely audible words, “bonny lass of the sea, your every pirates fantasy”, he gripped her hips and moved faster, his strokes long and hard.

Elizabeth’s head reeled with delight both at his words and the feeling of him, so big. Stretching her further then she would have once thought possible. “Jack! I want to be your bonny lass of the sea.” She could feel her climax building again but there was something else as well, something stronger, something that almost brought tears to her eyes. But she had no time to ponder.

“Oh darling Lizzie, when you say such things - Ahh”

Ecstasy had them both and pulled them together up the highest cliff, wave after wave pushing them higher. Each called the other’s name as they exploded together, riding the rapturous waves as one.

A short time later Elizabeth had her breath back and let go of the vine above her, her hands sore. She looked down at Jack who was now laying on his back still gasping.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to call me Lizzie.” She breathed.

Jack chucked from where he lay, his eyes still closed, “close your mouth wench or I’ll have to do that again.”

Later, dressed and composed they returned to the beach.

“Do you think the compass will work now?” she asked.

“It better luv, I’m not sure I could handle another round right now”

Elizabeth laughed and blushed slightly as she pulled out the compass and tried it again. This time it pointed straight ahead again, but at least it was pointing away from Jack. They followed it till it started ticking again.

“We’ve found it lads!” he yelled back to the men, “one of you get over here with with - a digging - thing”, he stumbled again.

Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes searching. Back in the forest there hadn’t been any drunken stumbling, or forgotten words and he hadn’t had any more rum in that time so why? She noticed that he was looking back at her, his eyes twinkling.

She looked back down at the place where the compass was pointing, anything to divert her attention. Suddenly her heart stopped. Over the mound where the compass was pointing were two sets of footprints, one she recognized as her own, and the other a large pointed boot print. The prints were facing each other.

“This is the spot - the spot where we were.”

Jack looked down at where she was pointing, “Well so it is”, he threw his arms out wide, “How ‘bout that”. his grin widened as his eyes met hers.

Elizabeth wanted to slap that grin off his smug face. This had been the right spot after all. Had he known already? But before she could demand answers James ploughed between them and began to dig. After a tense moment Elizabeth dropped down to help him and so did Jack.

THUMP! The three looked at each other as their tools hit something hard. They dug faster and quickly pulled a large chest out of the ground. Together they put their ears to the chest. dumdum - dumdum

“Master Turner!”, Gibbs excited voice sounded behind them. Elizabeth spun around to see Will wading out of the water and onto the beach.

“Will”, she ran to him. “But how?”

Will touched her arm a warm smile on his lips before turning cold eyes to Jack. “I just roped a couple of sea turtles”

“Ah not as easy as it sounds is it.” Jack shot back, then looking at Elizabeth, “Unlike some things”.

Elizabeth spun on her heals, fists clenched as she glared at Jack. A look that would have reduced most men to ashes and bone. But Jack’s grin just got wider.

William placed his hand on her shoulder again, not sure what had brought out such anger in his beloved, “Elizabeth?”