The Compass
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,362
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Compass
A/N: This is my first ever fic…I started it back during the summer, and continued on to forget about it until now. I have the first few chapters written, and should get on to writing more, now that I’m on winter break. It’s un-beta’ed for the most part, but I’m kinda OCD about grammar, so hopefully it’s not terrible. Feedback is most welcome, but flames burn all the rum, and we wouldn’t want that, now, would we? Enjoy!
Chapter One:
“Against de cold…and de sorrow,” Tia Dalma murmured sympathetically. Elizabeth smiled wanly, accepting the mug of god-knows-what with as much grace and dignity as she could muster. She sipped the brew. Rum, she thought; whatever else was in Tia Dalma’s concoction, there was, most assuredly, rum in it. She wasn’t sure if she could drink it all, thinking about Jack, remembering that night on the beach, and knowing the death she had personally damned him to. Oh, God, if Will only knew what she had done. Despite all the trappings of hate, she believed Will to have been fond of Jack. Glancing at Will, Elizabeth caught the glare he sent in her direction, though it was hidden quickly, it was enough to make Elizabeth’s heart skip a beat. Had he seen her kiss Jack? She chastised herself silently. Maybe, but who really gave a damn? She had kissed him solely out of self-preservation…hadn’t she? Snapping out of her thoughts, she heard Mr. Gibbs’ voice.
“To Jack Sparrow,” he said, raising his glass.
“Never another like Captain Jack”
“‘E was a man of fortune, ‘e was.”
“He was a good man.” There. She had said it. Captain Jack Sparrow was a good man while she, Elizabeth Swann was worse than a pirate. The pirates she knew may have looted ships for a living and led lives of debauchery, but they surely didn’t kill their friends. No, she couldn’t drink to Jack’s memory, not when she herself had been the one to give him to the Kraken. It was unfair to him. Pretending to drink from her cup, Elizabeth ventured another look at Will. He had been staring at her again, she discovered. Their eyes met for the briefest of second before Will shifted his attention to a particularly interesting knot on Dalma’s table. Elizabeth’s heart sank. In that briefest of seconds, she knew Will had seen her – the look of betrayal and confusion thinly veiled in his eyes told her that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Damn Jack, she thought, damn him to hell. She was Elizabeth Swann, soon to be Turner, daughter of Weatherby Swann, governor of Port Royal. She was a proper and virtuous lady of society. Damn Jack for showing her that she would never fit in with the ladies of Port Royal, damn Jack for giving her a taste of freedom. Damn Jack and his stupid compass that points to all of the wrong things…Damn Jack for…for dying. God, why did he have to fall for that stupid trick? Why did he have to die?
“If there was anything that could be done to bring him back…” Poor Will, I’ve betrayed you. “…Elizabeth…” she looked up at Will towering over her. She felt so small. If only there was a way to get Jack back…
“Would ya do it? Hmm? What would you? Hmm?” Tia Dalma was looking at her now. “What would any of you be willing to do? Hmm? Would ya sail to the ends of the eart’ and beyond, to fetch back witty Jack, and him precious Pearl?”
Silence ensued.
Gibbs was the first to answer.
“Aye”
“Aye” chimed in Ragetti and Pintel, one after the other.
A chorus of “Ayes” erupted from the few shipmates left from the Pearl. Soon, it was only Elizabeth and Will who had not answered.
“Yes” Elizabeth spoke softly, without missing a beat, her answer earning her an inquisitive look from Will. He was wondering, perhaps, why she was so willing to risk her life for another man. Pausing a second too long, Will looked up at Dalma.
“Aye.”
Tia Dalma smiled, showing her black-stained teeth.
“A’right, but if you want brave the weird and haunted shores at World’s End, you will need a captain who knows those waters.”
Heavy footsteps were heard from the floor above them. Elizabeth could only just see a pair of leather-boot clad feet descending the stairs. Her sadness was forgotten as shock took over; she almost screamed.
It was Captain Barbossa.
Chapter One:
“Against de cold…and de sorrow,” Tia Dalma murmured sympathetically. Elizabeth smiled wanly, accepting the mug of god-knows-what with as much grace and dignity as she could muster. She sipped the brew. Rum, she thought; whatever else was in Tia Dalma’s concoction, there was, most assuredly, rum in it. She wasn’t sure if she could drink it all, thinking about Jack, remembering that night on the beach, and knowing the death she had personally damned him to. Oh, God, if Will only knew what she had done. Despite all the trappings of hate, she believed Will to have been fond of Jack. Glancing at Will, Elizabeth caught the glare he sent in her direction, though it was hidden quickly, it was enough to make Elizabeth’s heart skip a beat. Had he seen her kiss Jack? She chastised herself silently. Maybe, but who really gave a damn? She had kissed him solely out of self-preservation…hadn’t she? Snapping out of her thoughts, she heard Mr. Gibbs’ voice.
“To Jack Sparrow,” he said, raising his glass.
“Never another like Captain Jack”
“‘E was a man of fortune, ‘e was.”
“He was a good man.” There. She had said it. Captain Jack Sparrow was a good man while she, Elizabeth Swann was worse than a pirate. The pirates she knew may have looted ships for a living and led lives of debauchery, but they surely didn’t kill their friends. No, she couldn’t drink to Jack’s memory, not when she herself had been the one to give him to the Kraken. It was unfair to him. Pretending to drink from her cup, Elizabeth ventured another look at Will. He had been staring at her again, she discovered. Their eyes met for the briefest of second before Will shifted his attention to a particularly interesting knot on Dalma’s table. Elizabeth’s heart sank. In that briefest of seconds, she knew Will had seen her – the look of betrayal and confusion thinly veiled in his eyes told her that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Damn Jack, she thought, damn him to hell. She was Elizabeth Swann, soon to be Turner, daughter of Weatherby Swann, governor of Port Royal. She was a proper and virtuous lady of society. Damn Jack for showing her that she would never fit in with the ladies of Port Royal, damn Jack for giving her a taste of freedom. Damn Jack and his stupid compass that points to all of the wrong things…Damn Jack for…for dying. God, why did he have to fall for that stupid trick? Why did he have to die?
“If there was anything that could be done to bring him back…” Poor Will, I’ve betrayed you. “…Elizabeth…” she looked up at Will towering over her. She felt so small. If only there was a way to get Jack back…
“Would ya do it? Hmm? What would you? Hmm?” Tia Dalma was looking at her now. “What would any of you be willing to do? Hmm? Would ya sail to the ends of the eart’ and beyond, to fetch back witty Jack, and him precious Pearl?”
Silence ensued.
Gibbs was the first to answer.
“Aye”
“Aye” chimed in Ragetti and Pintel, one after the other.
A chorus of “Ayes” erupted from the few shipmates left from the Pearl. Soon, it was only Elizabeth and Will who had not answered.
“Yes” Elizabeth spoke softly, without missing a beat, her answer earning her an inquisitive look from Will. He was wondering, perhaps, why she was so willing to risk her life for another man. Pausing a second too long, Will looked up at Dalma.
“Aye.”
Tia Dalma smiled, showing her black-stained teeth.
“A’right, but if you want brave the weird and haunted shores at World’s End, you will need a captain who knows those waters.”
Heavy footsteps were heard from the floor above them. Elizabeth could only just see a pair of leather-boot clad feet descending the stairs. Her sadness was forgotten as shock took over; she almost screamed.
It was Captain Barbossa.