Sparrabeth: Needing the Unwanted

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I’m new here, and I’m Dutch, so be gentle on me! PotC are my favorite movies, btw, anyone heard about a 4th one coming out in 2010 or something?
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Jack heaved a great sigh and let himself fall down on the deck of the Pearl. He spread his arms and legs wide in an attempt to lose more heat from his body in the last rays of the setting sun for he was far too hot.
They said love out of hatred was the strongest love there was, and after four months of being separated from Elizabeth he realized they were absolutely right.
He ached. Everywhere.
He had accepted long ago that he was in love with her, since the moment she had kissed him and shackled him to the mast.
just then, when he realized why his compass didn’t work, she had betrayed him.
And that, he thought, was one of the reasons he felt a stab of pain every time his mind wandered to her, which was often. Angrily he got to his feet and swaggered over to the Pearls railing, planting his hands on the same spot where Elizabeth planted her hands so long ago, when she had said she believed he was a good man.
His gaze raked over the ocean, the waves calm and serene, the sun setting in a deep red glow.
His world was at peace on the outside, the coming night would be warm and quiet and entirely his, but his insides were coiled up in countless knots which could not yet be unraveled.
Not without her. He needed her presence to make him laugh, make him feel alive. Softly he raked his callused fingers over the ancient wood of the railing and whispered to himself: “Curiosity.”
And instantly he heard her voice in his head. “You are going to want to know what it tastes like.”
Jack sighed heavily and stared at the setting sun. “Oh, but I know now, deary. An’ bein’ here all by me onesies ‘s not good for the Capt‘n. Not good ‘t all.”
“Alone, Jack?’
He stiffened from the sound that seemed to come directly from behind him. The voice that shook his foundations to the point of complete breakdown.
“Yes, it’s me. And yes, I´m back.”
He turned around slowly taking a deep, cleansing breath to banish the rum-haze from his brain.
He had to be able to think clearly now. He had to!
Jack blinked once, twice and then smiled his slow, wicked smile at the slim woman in man’s clothes before him. She had not changed at all.
“Have you forgiven me yet?” She asked and walked towards him, but stopped at the safe distance of two meters from him.
“For what, love?”
“Abandoning you to that mutinous crew of yours after the battle?”
Jack waved his hand and smiled again. “Ah, that.” He drawled, “ ‘Course I´ve forgiven ye. But how d’you know the crew mutinied again?”
Hesitantly she stepped forward a few paces until she could lean on the railing and stare, just as he had been doing, to the setting sun that had now almost disappeared beneath the horizon. “Being Pirate King has its good aspects.”
“Ah, yes. I almost forgot. You’re the King. By my doin’.”
She suddenly turned around to face him and his treacherous heart skipped a beat. He looked into her honey brown eyes and forgot she had betrayed him that fateful day. How did the wench do that? He stepped back from her, not trusting himself not to touch her.
“Jack,” She began in that special tone of her when she needed to tell him something really important. He did not know if he wanted to hear what she wanted to say but he stood firm, swaying from the rum of course, but he held his ground bravely. Facing Elizabeth Swann was one of the hardest things he did nowadays. And to remember, it had been four months since he had seen her.
“Jack, how did you get the Pearl back?”
Jack weaved his hands drunkenly through the air, giving his ship a weird salute, and said: “Just took it, love. Hector’s gotta keep ‘is hands off me ship, blasted man!” He eyed her wearily. “Now that we’re on the subject, how d’you get ‘ere?’
Elizabeth looked behind her nervously. “Well… um. I told Will to drop me of.”
“The whelp? Still with ‘im, ey?”
“Well, yes! Of course I am. I just came to say sorry. I’m not going to stay if that’s what you think!” She raised her voice dangerously. Jack looked around the empty ship. It had no crew, they’d all been thrown overboard, it had no wind in its sails and it would take four men to get it going again. Jack had a hell of a lot of work to do if he wanted to survive. He’d been floating without a course and without any speed for three days. Those days he had lived on rum, and rum alone.
“I’m not gonna keep ye here, Liz’beth. Ain’t got the men to shackle ye up.”
Elizabeth’s mouth fell open in astonishment. “You weren’t really planning on capturing me! I’m the Pirate King!”
“Don’t bother me with that stuff, love. Don’t have the stomach for it right now.”
She shook her head, and the breeze caught her dark blonde hair, softly whipping it around her slim face. She put her hands on her side and said, chin high: “Will’s going to take me back to land any second, Jack.”
Jack walked towards her, the rum and his hatred and love for her taking over, taking away his common sense, and she walked backwards until her back hit the mast of the ship.
He planted his hands on both sides of her head so she could not escape and pressed his body against her.
Elizabeth’s eyes shot for a second to his naked, broad chest and then flew back to his face and eyes.
“Your Will ain’t comin’ back yet, love.”

“What do you mean?” She asked hastily, trying to choke down panic and fury.
“He’s been called away by Calypso. Some ships have wrecked a lot of miles from ‘ere. He won’t be back before sunrise.”
Elizabeth looked frantically to her right, where, indeed, she could no longer see the threatening shape of the Dutchman anymore. “You’re drunk!”
Jack laughed out loud, throwing his head back, shocking Elizabeth. He was cute when he laughed. She could not remember when she’d ever seen him like this. Half-naked, delicious, really. His mane was tousled by the wind, his hat had blown of sometime during their conversation, his dark eyes were almost unreadable, but she could see the last glimmers of his laugh fading away in them.
“’o course I’m drunk. Name me a date and place when I was not and I’ll let ye go.”
She thought hard and deep, pressing herself against the mast to be as far away from him as she could, but she couldn’t think!
Her thoughts kept returning to their position, his nakedness and what might be underneath those stained gray breeches of his. She kept thinking of the last time she’d been so close to him, when she’d kissed him, and a need she did not know she had suddenly almost choked her.
“I don’t know!” Her voice broke and she swallowed hastily. If he was right and Will really would not return for twelve or more hours she was at Captain Sparrow´s mercy, and she did not know if he hád any mercifulness in him!
“Jack, please let me go!”
He smiled wickedly and quickly, when a new stab of passion almost pierced her will, she licked her lips.
That was her mistake.
Jack brought his head down and brushed his lips against hers, lightly, fleeting. His arms came around her shoulders and he buried one hand in her hair, fingers massaging her scalp. Still, he did not push her to do anything and she wondered about that.
Her knees were weakening and still she only felt his breath against her lips. Elizabeth realized she had closed her eyes the minute he’d brought his head down and opened them a bit to look up at him.
She did not see anything but the glitters in his now almost black eyes. Then he closed his and she closed hers and he kissed her softly. It was the merest tingling of lips against lips, but the unspent passion was there.
Jack angled his head and kissed her full on the lips. After two seconds he broke contact and kissed her again, lightly opening his hot mouth to touch her lips with his tongue. She felt the touch of his tongue and melted. Hungrily she opened her mouth and let his tongue swirl inside her mouth to touch hers and begin a playful battle. God, he was a good kisser. She angled her head more to give him greater access and did not even notice his hand had left her shoulder to gently circle around her belly to her small, firm breasts.
She felt his touch too late, her nipples peaked, he pinched them lightly and she moaned through his mouth.
“This is wrong, Jack.” She whispered huskily.
“I know, Liz’beth. But feels right, doesn’t it?’
She nodded slowly, not really realizing how she was betraying Will. She knew full well what they were doing would lead to the biggest mistake in her life, but one way or another she simply could not stop.
Jack was addictive.

Right. This was a nice place to stop. I’d like to read some of your reviews, maybe just to comment on my English or writing. Ideas are always welcome! Thanks guys!