Hello! I was re-reading this story and came up with an extra chapter. This takes place a few weeks into Elizabeth Turner's stay with the Bennet family at Longbourn
It might be a bit violent but I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless!

Wickham meets the Pirate King
will he live to regret it?

Elizabeth followed the now familiar path through the field up the slopes of Oakham mount. Today she was on her own because Lizzy had to go into Meryton with one of her sisters. Elizabeth breathed in deeply. She truly enjoyed the fresh air in the countryside. It was a joy to experience spring in such a way after years of mostly tropical heat. Not that she had ever complained about that.

In the past few weeks Lizzy had shown her all her favourite spots in the area and Elizabeth had adopted Oakham mount as her own favourite. The view around was magnificent and although it was of course very different from the endless waves of the ocean, it still gave her the feeling of freedom.
She felt so much stronger now and was glad that her headaches were gone.

She sat down on a log and closed her eyes to the sunshine. She truly felt at peace. Her only regret was not having her husband at her side. She caressed the chest in her hand. Sometimes she found herself even talking to it. Fortunately, so far only Lizzy had once caught her doing that, and since Lizzy knew most of her story anyway, she didn't feel too embarrassed.

Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. She opened her eyes and turned around. She recognised the red coat of one of the militia soldiers. When he came closer she saw it was Mr Wickham. Lizzy had told her about the scoundrel and she knew that Elizabeth had warned the people in Meryton to not trust the man.
Elizabeth herself had only seen him from afar on the street and had no wish to meet the man.

Yet here he was, walking towards herself with determined steps.

"Good morning, Miss Elizabeth," he said with a cheerful tone. But Elizabeth heard some malice in it.
"Sir, I am not Miss Elizabeth and we have not been introduced before," she said with a tight voice.
"Oh, I know you, madam," this did not sound friendly at all. "I do not know what you are trying to do, but I know you and what you have done."

Elizabeth had now stood up and took a few steps away from the man.

"You have ruined my reputation here. No one extends me credit anymore and I cannot even escape the militia now, because they would then hang me for desertion. I do not know why you suddenly believe what Darcy told about me. I thought you cleverer than that. Well, it seems I was wrong."

"Sir, you are mistaken. As I said, I am not Miss Elizabeth."

"Do not lie to me, you wench," Wickham now growled.

He came now towards her. Elizabeth started to feel a little scared. She clenched the chest under one arm and held out the other to keep the man at a distance.

"You ruined my reputation. Now I will ruin yours!" His tone was menacing.

Suddenly he put his hands on her shoulders and roughly brought his mouth onto hers. Elizabeth's survival instincts came alive and she bit his lip. She remembered how this had worked with Sao Feng.

The man winced and stepped back. "You… you witch." He tried to slap her but she stepped back. Again he came upon her, now truly furious. He grabbed her around her neck.

Elizabeth felt anger spilling out of her. Without letting go of the chest, she reached the man's sabre on his side, pulled it and held it against his throat.

With a cry he let go of her neck and stepped back. Now it was Elizabeth's turn to step forward. No matter what he did, he could not escape his own sabre pointing at his throat.

Elizabeth could see he was scared, but not outwitted yet. She anticipated the movement of his hand to grab his pistol and sliced the flesh of his arm.

"Ahh!" he shouted and now grabbed his arm. "How dare you!" He tried to grab the end of the sabre with his other hand, but Elizabeth held it out of his reach. When he moved forward again, she sliced his other arm.

She could see the wounds were not deep, but they must hurt a lot.

Instead of giving up, he launched at her again. He met with his sword in his stomach.

This time he fell on the ground and seemed to fight for breath.

Elizabeth observed him from a distance, keeping the sabre pointed at him.

In the past years, she had fought many men and seen many different reactions. She knew the wounds she had inflicted on him were not fatal. She hoped that they would weaken him enough so he would give up. But she had to make sure that was the case.
She was no coward and would not run away. She was pirate King not for nothing. Besides, it was unwise to turn your back upon your enemy.

So she looked at him while trying to get her breathing under regulation again.

After a minute or two, Wickham looked up and seemed surprised she was still there. Then he stood up, still a bit unstable.
"You're a fool that you're still here!" He grumbled.
"How did you learn sword-fight anyway?"

Elizabeth did not answer but kept her eyes on his every movement.

It proved that the man himself was a fool, for again he tried to attack her. She scratched the wound on his stomach with the sabre, and he retreated again, howling in pain.

Then he advanced anew. This time she placed the sabre on his throat with such force, that some blood started to trickle out. He stopped in his tracks and tried to move away, but Elizabeth made sure she didn't break the contact with his skin.

"Mr Wickham. The next move you make, will cause your death," She spoke through gritted teeth.

His breathing was ragged. "You won't kill me," he panted. "You wouldn't dare."

She pressed the sword a bit further and the man gasped.
"Do not provoke me or you'll regret it!"

Suddenly two sets of footsteps were heard and from the corner of her eye, she saw Lizzy and Mr Darcy coming towards them.

"Wickham, what do you think you're doing," growled the latter.

Wickham tried to turn and Elizabeth followed his movement. She knew he might try to escape, or worse, attack her friends.

"Elizabeth," Lizzy said. "What happened?"

Wickham now gaped at the two women.

"That, that woman attacked me!" He whined, proving that he was definitely a fool.

Elizabeth pricked him again and the man winced.

"Mr Darcy, could you please relieve him of his pistol and then find a way to bind his arms?" Elizabeth asked. The man obeyed.

"Don't try anything or I'll prick through," she warned Mr Wickham.

Soon Wickham was bound and lying on the ground, whining because of his pain.
Elizabeth still kept the sword pointed at him, but she relaxed slightly.

"What happened?" Lizzy asked.

"I was sitting here, enjoying the view, when he came upon me and started harassing me. He said I had ruined his reputation, so he was now going to ruin mine."

Mr Darcy laughed without mirth.
"He has ruined his own reputation long ago. Stop blaming everyone else, Wickham."

The man on the ground grumbled, but didn't speak.

"And then?" Lizzy asked.

Elizabeth breathed deeply. Now she started to feel the effects of the attack. She handed the sabre over to Mr Darcy and then sat down. Lizzy sat next to her.

"He tried to kiss me, so I bit him. Then he tried to strangle me and I grabbed his sabre. I've never met such a fool." She spat at the whimpering man on the ground.
"Instead of desisting after I sliced his arm, he kept trying to attack me. Well, if he survives his wounds, he will have to bear the shame of being overpowered by a woman."

When Elizabeth had gathered her strength again, they all made their way down the hill, towards Meryton. Mr Darcy had to nearly drag Mr Wickham, since that man seemed to have lost more blood than they had thought and the pain had weakened him considerably.

At the militia headquarters Elizabeth had to tell Colonel Forster what had happened. She had bruises on her neck to prove his attack. Wickham would be sent to prison for all his misdeeds.

Mr Darcy accompanied both ladies back to Longbourn.
"Are you alright, Mrs Turner?" he asked.

Elizabeth nodded. "I still feel a bit overwhelmed by what happened, but I am sure I will be fine soon."

"You were very brave," Lizzy said.

Elizabeth laughed. "I have been in many sword-fights over the past few years. It's not that special. But I must say this feels very good."

"What do you mean?" Mr Darcy asked.

"Well, I believe Wickham's ego suffered the most. No matter what he did, he would have lost. He was a fool to continue to provoke me, but if he had run away, he would have been a coward, fleeing from a woman no less."

She turned to Lizzy: "Men underestimate us most of the time. Either their honour forbids them to fight a woman. Or they think we would never be able to win or that we would not dare to kill. How often I have used that to my advantage!" She laughed at the shocked faces of her friends.

"But I believe my fighting days are over. I'd rather not meet the likes of Wickham again. I have to protect my baby now. I am glad you both turned up when you did!"

I hope you liked it. It is quite nice to have Wickham losing to a kick-ass woman. ;-)