Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or anything affiliated with it. Disney, sadly, owns all. Oh, how I wish Captain Jack was mine.
A/N: Spoilers for AWE. Read at or own risk. Most of it is just speculation on my own part, though. I am really proud of this piece. It may not be the best plot I've ever come up with, but I think my writing has improve greatly over the last stuff I tried to do. Also, this is all I have written so far, but I do have the plot points for the next bit written down. So if you want any more chapters, please review. If there are any spelling and/or grammar errors, please do not blame me. Blame my shoddy excuse for a spellchecker. :P
There'll Be No Living With Her After This
This is exactly why I didn't want to come here, Jack thought as he leaned back against the wall. There were too many captains in one room and not enough sense between them. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, trying to block out the quarrelling and bickering voices of the Brethren.
He was not in the mood for this. He could think of hundreds of other places he'd rather be. Like the gallows of Port Royal waiting for the hangman's noose. He grimaced at the memory. Or maybe not. At the helm of the Pearl during the height of a storm, with the sea waves crashing on the deck, the wind whipping at his face and the rain pelting down. Better, but not quite. Or maybe on some deserted island in the midst of the Caribbean, with nothing but an endless supply of rum. Yeah, that was it.
He sighed and felt a grin come to his face. The sun was shining, the rum was flowing, and he was blissfully alone. He was lying on the hot sand, and he had not a care in the world. And he was completely and thoroughly smashed. This was the life. He lifted the rum bottle to his lips, but nothing came out. He frowned. The bottle was empty. Well, that was no problem. He'd just get another one. He stood and stopped to listen to the waves crash into the white shores. He took in a deep breath, but instead of smelling the sea air, he smelt smoke. Smoke! He turned around quickly to see his rum in flames, and a woman who looked only too proud of herself. It's the only way. Don't you see? A wicked glimmer shone in her eyes, and a spiteful smile played on her lips. I'm not sorry.
His eyes snapped open. Bloody hell. He shook his head to clear the daydream. He could hear the others arguing still, and her distinctly feminine voice had risen above the others. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was in the thick of it, squabbling with the other keepers of the eight. He huffed. They don't stand a chance against her. The crowd moved some, and then he could see her in all her glory. Her face was red with anger. The rest of the men weren't listening to her apparently. They were even more stupid than he thought. He could see Barbossa standing behind her, looking on with something akin to pride. His eyes narrowed. That's interesting. He watched as she seemed to give up the argument and turned to Barbossa. His former first mate stepped forward and picked up where she had left off. That's very interesting.
The voices only got louder as Barbossa took up the dispute. Most pirates weren't as shy about yelling at a man as they were at a woman. And they were beginning to grate on his nerves. He could feel his blood pounding in his head. I should have never agreed to come here sober. He rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the pain. Where's the rum when I need it? He realised it wasn't working and dropped his hands. And there she was, her back against the opposite wall, eyes closed, hands pressed against her temple. She was a sight to behold. He couldn't help but stare at her as she slowly got her breathing under control. Her hands gradually stopped and lowered to her sides. He could see her push the anger away. He was so captivated by her in that moment he hadn't noticed she had opened her eyes and was looking at him. He was caught. Damn it! Hardening his gaze, he pushed off the wall and walked out of the chamber. Bugger, bugger, bugger.
I've had it with wobbly-legged, rum soaked, pirates! They wouldn't listen to reason. Clearly they all wanted Beckett and the Company to win. Well, fine! Be that way. She turned to Barbossa and gave him a pleading look. He got the hint and stepped forward to take over. She sighed and moved out of the crowd. She leaned against the wall and gave them all one last look before she closed her eyes. Just don't look for any sympathy from me when you've got the hangman's noose around your necks. She huffed and closed her eyes as she leaned against the wall.
She reached up and rubbed her temples. This was not how Elizabeth pictured her life going. She was supposed to have married Will months ago. After the wedding, they were going to visit her mother's family in England for time before going back to Port Royal, where they would move into the house her father had bought them. Oh God, Father! She felt a tear flowing down her cheek. She discreetly wiped it with the palm of her hand. This is not the time for tears, she told herself. After the battle is over, then I'll have a good cry.
She took a few deep breaths to calm down. She needed to be strong in order to convince the other pirates to band together and fight for their freedom. She couldn't understand why they were reluctant to engage in battle. Pirates were supposed to be fearsome men and women who ran head long into the first sign of a fight. They weren't supposed to be cowards who ran away at the first sign of trouble. She pushed harder against her forehead. She wasn't going to think about that. Too late, she thought.
She hated that man. No one infuriated her more than Captain Jack Sparrow. He was smug, arrogant, and it was entirely his fault that they were all in this mess. She wanted to strangle him with her own bare hands. He was a liar and a coward. Never before had someone inflamed so much passion in her. And by God, she still wanted him. Even after finding out the truly wretched things he is capable of, she still wanted him. Her fiancé is missing and more than likely dead, and she was standing here daydreaming about another man. There had to be something wrong with her, she knew, but she couldn't help it. Jack may be a liar, but he had come back. You're a good man, Jack, she thought, just not a great one.
She'd more than proved him right since he'd called her that. She has lied, cheated, stolen and killed more in the past few months than she ever thought herself capable of. He'd been right about her from the start. She was a pirate. And what did it get her? A bunch of rowdy men unable to agree about anything. Arrgh! She gave up on her headache and let her hands fall back to her sides. Her companions were getting louder anyway. She sighed. They're not worth the aggravation, Elizabeth. She took a few more deep breaths to help clear her mind. It seemed to work until she felt someone's eyes on her. She opened her own and glanced over at the group of pirates, thinking it was one of them, but they were all ignoring her in favour of arguing. But everyone on this island is over-
She gazed around the room until she found him. How she had missed his presence she didn't know, but there he was directly across from her. He was staring at her. His eyes travelled over her body hungrily. She had never seen such a look on any man's face, least of all his. It made her feel weak and powerful all at the same time. She felt his name coming to her lips when his eyes found hers and he recoiled in shock. She realised then that he'd been so caught in the moment that he hadn't seen her watching him. She wanted to go to him, but was frozen when his look turned cold before he stormed out of the room.
Oh, you coward. The other pirates in the chamber hadn't noticed Jack's angry departure. With one quick glance in their direction to make sure they still weren't looking, she pushed off the wall and ran after the rapidly retreating man.