Disclaimer: I do not own any of the soon-to-be read characters or the plot
of the movie. I do, however, own the right to use them in whatever manner I
please. So there. *sticks out tongue*
A/N: Well, well, well here I go again. I haven't even updated on my other three stories so I *naturally* have to go and write another one. Stupid me. Actually, this is meant as a vignette but could become more with the proper encouragement. ; D
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"Wherever we want to go, we'll go, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is.what the Black Pearl really is.is freedom."
Freedom. Elizabeth shivered slightly as the early morning breeze flooded through the open window, brushing her skin lightly. She could almost feel Jack's warm hand around her shoulder and smell the smoke in the air as her brain struggled to shake off the last remnants of the recurring dream. Jack's whole life had revolved around the idea that freedom, the ability to escape whatever captor bound you, was the one and only reason to continue living. She knew that he would never be able to live in captivity of any kind, his spirit would wither and fade all to quickly before his body gave in.
Elizabeth turned over in her large bed, the sheets gently touching her soft skin, as she looked at the empty place her husband should occupy. On the day that she had declared her feelings towards Will in the presence of the two people that influenced her life most, she had stated unshakably that he was a pirate. Not a normal man, not a blacksmith, not bound by the rules and obligations that had haunted her for too long, but a pirate; the very living, breathing figure of freedom. To look at him now, she thought, you would never know he was once that free. Her father had begrudgingly accepted her choice for a husband, but had never conceded to give Elizabeth what she had longed for in the first place. If you can't beat them, join them. Or, in her father's case, if you can't beat them, force them to join you.
Will was now a respectable, upstanding member of the Port Royal community. Not a pirate, or a blacksmith but a tradesman: a position far more worthy of a Governor's daughter's love than the former life he had occupied. Will was happy, he was surrounded by the ocean and able to love the woman that had always filled his mind and heart. Elizabeth, however, was not happy. Far from it, in fact. The smell of early morning drifted in through the window, bringing with it the smell that created memories of her childhood.
When she was younger, everything around her, everything she was forced to do and be was a cage. A gilded cage, trapping her into a life of never- ending propriety and numbness. But as she grew, Elizabeth saw one light of freedom in her life, one person that could change everything. William Turner. When she had been forced into a continuing parade of lessons, parties and dinners, love was her freedom. Elizabeth was absolutely sure that she would never have the complete liberty that other women had to choose a husband. The men would be displayed in front of her, with her "choice" as to which one she wanted.
Through all of it, though, Elizabeth loved Will. In her mind and quietly in her heart she created their love as if it had always existed. She knew that her father would never be able to touch her love if she never released it. So, silently, Elizabeth went on loving Will turner: a blacksmith and kind- hearted man, never telling him of the feelings she possessed. That was, of course, until one fateful adventure with pirates, cursed treasure and that damned monkey.
Elizabeth twisted her golden wedding ring around her finger as she reminisced about her husband. No, he was no longer a pirate, no longer the freedom that she had imagined and longed for, for so long. As their marriage began and their relationship continued, Elizabeth discovered one thing. It wasn't Will she had been in love with all of those years ago; it was the freedom he had represented that had bewitched her so completely.
And now, she had no new life free of parties, dinners, guests and obligations. She had the same life, only a new captor to close her cage. The graceful fingers that had twirled her ring a second ago, now gripped her ivory skin increasingly hard until she saw that the red finger marks would stay and the blood would leave a mark.
Truthfully, she did like Will, but she didn't love him. He had promised her everything she had ever dreamed of by simply pressing his lips to hers, and then he had conformed to her father's ideal, shattering those promises and her affection. Elizabeth threw the ring across her room at the nearest wall and heard it clank to the ground with a satisfying sound. Her husband was still gone. He had left a week after their wedding. At sea, already gone for two months and not to return for several more yet. By that time, it would be obvious, she thought. He would see it and she would be forever chained to the house and the despised role as housewife. In one, little, helpless creature, her hope for freedom and life outside the bars of her life would be lost. Because of one, stupid decision that she didn't even get to make, all chance of escape would be lost.
Forming her hand into a fist, Elizabeth brought it up and sharply back down into her abdomen with a powerful movement. Her mouth opened in pain and a low groan escaped, caused by the assault to herself. Elizabeth repeated the movements with a newfound strength, despite the feeling of hurt that it brought her. She would not let this child ruin her life and all of her dreams; she had to make sure it was gone before Will came home from his voyage. He would want it too much, and the soft pleading of his eyes might change her mind. As Elizabeth thought of Will, she stood and turned sideways to look in the mirror. She pulled the fabric around her mid- section taught behind her so that the slight bulge was obvious; it was still there, she thought. As she rose her fist to hit again, Elizabeth saw a face flash before her eyes. No, not a face; a pair of eyes. A pair of dark, deep brown eyes like her husband's, but not the same. Jack's eyes.
Elizabeth gasped at the sight in her mind and the memory of that night as she fell to the tiled floor of her bedroom. Putting a pale, fragile hand on her abdomen, she thought about him. About the freedom that he represented, the freedom that enabled him to live and breathe as he did. The freedom that she so badly wanted for herself. The one thing that Will could not provide.
Elizabeth thought of those dark, mysterious eyes. Stealing a quick glance at the pirate, she had originally thought his eyes resembled chocolate, dark and rich. After the night on the island, though, she knew his eyes were like wood. The multiple rings in the wood speaking of untold wisdom, stories that would frighten and excite her, people the likes of which she would never meet and of feelings she would never experience.
She wondered if Jack would take her. If he would take her and her child far away from Port Royal and the captivity she so despised. No, she admonished herself, not Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow would never take a child on board, not even his own. A quick spark lit up her eyes as Elizabeth played that thought over and over in her head. Not even his own...maybe he would. She didn't know if it even could be his, but that could be easily remedied by the sugarcoated lies of a mother. Elizabeth twirled a strand of her sun-kissed hair around her finger as the thoughts swirled in her head. Her mind was brought back to the words so fresh from a dream in the early morning hours.
"Wherever we want to go, we'll go, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is.what the Black Pearl really is.is freedom."
Elizabeth smiled as the last word rang in her head: Freedom.
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Yes, yes I know. I'm evil and whatnot. Well, please if you have any thoughts on this or if it should be continued please tell me. Flames are just as welcome as any good comment.
A/N: Well, well, well here I go again. I haven't even updated on my other three stories so I *naturally* have to go and write another one. Stupid me. Actually, this is meant as a vignette but could become more with the proper encouragement. ; D
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"Wherever we want to go, we'll go, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is.what the Black Pearl really is.is freedom."
Freedom. Elizabeth shivered slightly as the early morning breeze flooded through the open window, brushing her skin lightly. She could almost feel Jack's warm hand around her shoulder and smell the smoke in the air as her brain struggled to shake off the last remnants of the recurring dream. Jack's whole life had revolved around the idea that freedom, the ability to escape whatever captor bound you, was the one and only reason to continue living. She knew that he would never be able to live in captivity of any kind, his spirit would wither and fade all to quickly before his body gave in.
Elizabeth turned over in her large bed, the sheets gently touching her soft skin, as she looked at the empty place her husband should occupy. On the day that she had declared her feelings towards Will in the presence of the two people that influenced her life most, she had stated unshakably that he was a pirate. Not a normal man, not a blacksmith, not bound by the rules and obligations that had haunted her for too long, but a pirate; the very living, breathing figure of freedom. To look at him now, she thought, you would never know he was once that free. Her father had begrudgingly accepted her choice for a husband, but had never conceded to give Elizabeth what she had longed for in the first place. If you can't beat them, join them. Or, in her father's case, if you can't beat them, force them to join you.
Will was now a respectable, upstanding member of the Port Royal community. Not a pirate, or a blacksmith but a tradesman: a position far more worthy of a Governor's daughter's love than the former life he had occupied. Will was happy, he was surrounded by the ocean and able to love the woman that had always filled his mind and heart. Elizabeth, however, was not happy. Far from it, in fact. The smell of early morning drifted in through the window, bringing with it the smell that created memories of her childhood.
When she was younger, everything around her, everything she was forced to do and be was a cage. A gilded cage, trapping her into a life of never- ending propriety and numbness. But as she grew, Elizabeth saw one light of freedom in her life, one person that could change everything. William Turner. When she had been forced into a continuing parade of lessons, parties and dinners, love was her freedom. Elizabeth was absolutely sure that she would never have the complete liberty that other women had to choose a husband. The men would be displayed in front of her, with her "choice" as to which one she wanted.
Through all of it, though, Elizabeth loved Will. In her mind and quietly in her heart she created their love as if it had always existed. She knew that her father would never be able to touch her love if she never released it. So, silently, Elizabeth went on loving Will turner: a blacksmith and kind- hearted man, never telling him of the feelings she possessed. That was, of course, until one fateful adventure with pirates, cursed treasure and that damned monkey.
Elizabeth twisted her golden wedding ring around her finger as she reminisced about her husband. No, he was no longer a pirate, no longer the freedom that she had imagined and longed for, for so long. As their marriage began and their relationship continued, Elizabeth discovered one thing. It wasn't Will she had been in love with all of those years ago; it was the freedom he had represented that had bewitched her so completely.
And now, she had no new life free of parties, dinners, guests and obligations. She had the same life, only a new captor to close her cage. The graceful fingers that had twirled her ring a second ago, now gripped her ivory skin increasingly hard until she saw that the red finger marks would stay and the blood would leave a mark.
Truthfully, she did like Will, but she didn't love him. He had promised her everything she had ever dreamed of by simply pressing his lips to hers, and then he had conformed to her father's ideal, shattering those promises and her affection. Elizabeth threw the ring across her room at the nearest wall and heard it clank to the ground with a satisfying sound. Her husband was still gone. He had left a week after their wedding. At sea, already gone for two months and not to return for several more yet. By that time, it would be obvious, she thought. He would see it and she would be forever chained to the house and the despised role as housewife. In one, little, helpless creature, her hope for freedom and life outside the bars of her life would be lost. Because of one, stupid decision that she didn't even get to make, all chance of escape would be lost.
Forming her hand into a fist, Elizabeth brought it up and sharply back down into her abdomen with a powerful movement. Her mouth opened in pain and a low groan escaped, caused by the assault to herself. Elizabeth repeated the movements with a newfound strength, despite the feeling of hurt that it brought her. She would not let this child ruin her life and all of her dreams; she had to make sure it was gone before Will came home from his voyage. He would want it too much, and the soft pleading of his eyes might change her mind. As Elizabeth thought of Will, she stood and turned sideways to look in the mirror. She pulled the fabric around her mid- section taught behind her so that the slight bulge was obvious; it was still there, she thought. As she rose her fist to hit again, Elizabeth saw a face flash before her eyes. No, not a face; a pair of eyes. A pair of dark, deep brown eyes like her husband's, but not the same. Jack's eyes.
Elizabeth gasped at the sight in her mind and the memory of that night as she fell to the tiled floor of her bedroom. Putting a pale, fragile hand on her abdomen, she thought about him. About the freedom that he represented, the freedom that enabled him to live and breathe as he did. The freedom that she so badly wanted for herself. The one thing that Will could not provide.
Elizabeth thought of those dark, mysterious eyes. Stealing a quick glance at the pirate, she had originally thought his eyes resembled chocolate, dark and rich. After the night on the island, though, she knew his eyes were like wood. The multiple rings in the wood speaking of untold wisdom, stories that would frighten and excite her, people the likes of which she would never meet and of feelings she would never experience.
She wondered if Jack would take her. If he would take her and her child far away from Port Royal and the captivity she so despised. No, she admonished herself, not Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow would never take a child on board, not even his own. A quick spark lit up her eyes as Elizabeth played that thought over and over in her head. Not even his own...maybe he would. She didn't know if it even could be his, but that could be easily remedied by the sugarcoated lies of a mother. Elizabeth twirled a strand of her sun-kissed hair around her finger as the thoughts swirled in her head. Her mind was brought back to the words so fresh from a dream in the early morning hours.
"Wherever we want to go, we'll go, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails that's what a ship needs but what a ship is.what the Black Pearl really is.is freedom."
Elizabeth smiled as the last word rang in her head: Freedom.
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Yes, yes I know. I'm evil and whatnot. Well, please if you have any thoughts on this or if it should be continued please tell me. Flames are just as welcome as any good comment.