REVENGE: SEQUEL TO AN OPPORTUNE MOMENT PASSED

AUTHORS NOTE IMPORTANT:

Ok. This is very much a sequel in ever aspects of the word. In fact this really is just a continuation of the story "An Opportune Moment Passed" but seeming as I left that story for too long I have to start again so the writing may be a little different hence the starting of a new story…. that and the "an Opportune Moment Passed" Was getting just a little long! So if you haven't read an Oppurtune Moment I'd suggest that you do, this story would be better if you had read it…but anyway. Also note to those of you who are Pro- Elizabet/Will…this story is definitely anti Will so be warned. If you don't like Jack/Lizzie paring don't read and get used to it! Anyone could see that they have chemistry that isn't there between Will and Elizabeth! Any way to those of you who read and followed "AOMP" Hello again oh faithful and loyal readers! I have risen from the dead and am here now to continue the story of Jack and Elizabeth!!

DISCLAIMER:

I do not in any way, shape or form own POTC, any of the three…. oh the joy if I did…and the joy of Jack Sparrow if he were only real…Sigh…. Any way Disney owns the rights to the characters mentioned in this story…however I would like to claim, however disastrous this story is, the story line!

Chapter 1: The Birth of hatred

The sea was calm and gentle. A slight breeze stirred the hot air, providing a small moment of relief. Yet it was not enough to disturb the surface of the ocean. One could see their reflection on it's surface as if it were a mirror. Will starred out at the sea with contempt. He wanted it to be angry, and violent, pushing the ship from side to side, to be a reflection of his own inner turmoil. It had been at least 5 years since Elizabeth Swann had given birth to her first son. It had been 5 years of more pain, death, and destruction. The crimes he had committed against criminals and innocents, men and women, were un-speakable. Just as Jack had a reputation for luck and success, Will had a reputation for un necessary violence and hatred. He was feared by all sea goers and some would kill themselves as an alternative to the pain caused by Wills hand. Will had died a bit each day since he heard of the birth of Elizabeth's son. First he had been filled with a false hope by the news that she had not married Jack. He had believed it possible that she did not love him for she did not marry him. But he was denied his chance to prove to her that she was wrong. For six years, Will waited paitently, waited and watched. Davy, his master still, did not permit Will to chase after the Black Pearl.

"Their day will come, Will. Wait. Wait and your revenge will be all the sweeter when you take Elizabeth from Jack" Davy had told him one night as Will had paced the length of Davys captains chambers impatiently. Davy had a plan, Will could feel himself being manipulated by the sea creature. Yet he had no choice. He was left to fill with hate and he had become nothing more that Davy's creature, though blessedly he had not transformed into one of those beasts. Will had obeyed Davy's orders, waited, waited and waited for the right moment to strike, keeping hopes small fickle flame safely guarded and alive, but that hope depended on the fact that Elizabeth remained, still, un-married to Jack Sparrow. The ultimate proof that she did not infact love the captain of the Black Pearl, that she was still holding out for her true love. She was waiting, waiting just like will, she was waiting for him and he was going to go to her.

A man, a spy for Will for the past 6 years stood before him, fear filling his eyes. Will fixed his attention on him and enjoyed the way the man quivered.

"So what news do you bring to disturb me? It had better be good." Will said devishly. The man began to twist his hands together.

"Well?" Will asked impatiently.

"Sir…sir Will…" the man stammered. "It's Miss Elizabeth sir"

fear coursed through Will for a moment, had something horrible happened to her?

"What! What has happened?" he asked rushedly, showing his concern, his fear the first time emotion had run through him in months.

"She, ah, she is alive sir. She is well" he stared at the boards of the Flying Dutchman.

Will moved away from him and stared back towards the sea again. A frown creased his brow as he looked out of there. Doubt was filling him again, concern, something had to be wrong or else his spy would not be so nervous. While his back was turned his spy took this opportunity to deliver his bad news.

"She's getting' married to Cap'an Jack Sp'rrow sir" he said softly, hoping that Will wouldn't hear and he wouldn't have to deliver the message again.

Will turned from his contemplations, anger flaring in him. He had waited too long. His chance had been missed, passed him by without him ever noticing. The small hope that Will had kept alive for six years was snuffed out with three simple words.

"She loves 'im"

Will's anger spilled out, he let it overcome him, consume him. His spy had died, had died screaming, and Will had taken comfort from his agony. Yet that comfort had been fleeting.

Will screamed internally for her blood, he was consumed by a simple wish to and that wish was to watch her die screaming, and for Jack to suffer the pain that he had caused Will. The drive was there, the will, all that was lacking was a mean. Determined he marched into Davy's cabin ready to plead the case.

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Two Weeks before

Elizabeth smile up at Jack, from where she was reclining on the bed. Her skin glowed in the soft candle light as she admired the man who stood, shirtless, pouring himself a glass of rum. He was as yet un-aware that she was watching him, and the consequences for being caught were the reason why she did it. Tilitling her head to the right as she leaned on her arm. The soft candle light played across his soft skin, Elizabeth scanned every inch of the body he knew so well, making mental notes of the location of every scar and recalling the tales that went with them. Another smile lighted her face as her eyes travelled to his belt line. How many times had she ran her hands softly and sensatiously over that skin below his belley button. He really was quite a sight to behold, and despite the fact that she had had at least six years of allowing her eyes to rove over his well toned, scarred body, looking at it now still stirred warmth in the depths of her soul and body. Her eyes wondered leisurely back up the length of his body to gaze lovingly at his face. Looking there now she discovered that he was smiling, and she gave him a playful glare.

"Enjoying yourself love?" he inquired while still pretending to be engaged with other important activities.

"Quite," Elizabeth sat up smiling still "how long were you going to stand there, pretending not to notice me?" she asked accusingly. Jack turned back to her and grinned cheekily at her. The michevious smile that ignited a fire deep with her, she was suddenly filled with unsatisable desire, and all she wanted was to him to get his ass over there so that she could enjoy the feel of his strength above her. He knew exactly what she was thinking, and he posed for her enjoyment. She glared at him playfully again and pushed herself up off the bed and slipped her robed off, so that she stood naked with nothing but the candle light to bath her skin.

Now Elizabeth had the joy of watching jack drink in every inch of her, and watched the effect of it. She smiled and he just dropped the whiskey, covered the distance between them with three easy strides and swept Lizzie into his arms.

They kissed eachother hungrily, their hands roving over each others. Lizzie dropped her hands to his pants, and ran her fingers just below the band, she moved them towards the front, so that she could unbutton them but Jack bet her too it, and tore his pants up. Both of them were overcome with passion and Jack pushed Lizzie onto the bed. She smiled up at him and he grinned down at her, lowering himself slowly and teasingly ontop of her. Lizzie pulled him down faster.

"Hurry up and take me! Damn you!" she whispered into his ear. Jack pushed himself off of her enough to see her face. She could of slapped him because the smug look that adorned his face. "conceited pig!" she said and he protended offence before bitting her neck and kissing it in turns. The effect was amazing and Lizzie tried to suppress a moan of pleasure but Jack was too good and it escaped her lips despite her best efforts. She could feel him grinning against her neck and if not for the pleasure he was giving her she would have to slap him again. Instead Lizzie just rode the wave of pleasure for the next hour as Jack teased her and took his sweet time.

After wards Lizzie curled up against his body and listened to his heart beet next to a scare on his chest, tracing his various tattoos on his arms. As far as she could tell he was sleeping, snoring softly and mumbling various un-sensical noncence. She smiled as she listened to him, and watched his mouth twitch and quiver under his moustache, and goatee. She played with it idolly as she drifted off to a peaceful sleep dreaming of the years she had spent in the arms of the, swash-buckling, drunk, cheeky, lying, man that she loved. Ever since they met, she knew he was a good man, despite his efforts to disguise it with bad behavious. Sometimes in the past it had been hard to figure out his manipulating, the way he had tried to bargain for Will and the Pearl by deciving everyone but himself!

Elizabeth woke a few hours later, Jack was out of bed and standing at the desk. Frowning she lifted herself up.

"Jack? Are you ok?" she asked softly. Her voice startled him. He turned to her and smiled.

"Lizzie, you know I'm a captain of a ship. Of this ship, and as a captain I can perform a marr-i-ag!" he said and grinned down at her. Lizzies blood ran from her face and her heart started to beat faster. She had long ago accepted that she would never be married, and she had been happy with the life she was living and they way she lived it with Jack. She had three beautiful sons, and she didn't care about marriage anymore, not like she used too.

"Jack?" she asked. He just smile at her.

"And you know, I can perform one right now, on this very deck" She smiled at him

"You said that too me once, a long time ago, when I was engaged to another man. You told me I wanted you out of curiosity!" she smiled back at him.

"Now I want you for life." He said to her, still grinning. "Marry me Lissie."

"Jack, are you serious?"

"Deadly. About bloody time I got hitched eh love! I'm a father and your mine!"

"Oh really!" Lizzie threw a pillow at him. She got up and he walked over to her.
"Marry me!" He said to her looking at her with his dark brown eyes, made more sensuous by the koal surrounding them. They were filled with love, and Lizzie just wanted to melt into his arms again and let him swallow her in those eyes.

"Of course I will you drunken fool!" Lizzie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, his beard tickling her throat.

P.S Hey guys, I hoped that you like it. Please review, helpful critisim is always welcome and I apologise for poor grammar and spelling I lay total blame on my bad performing spell checker! So critisim and comments are welcome and wanted, so please please please review! Any suggestions you have for story lines are always welcome as well. I hope you enjoyed.