So I said I was going to stop writing fanfics and here's me writing another
one.
Summary: More than talk happened on the island with Jack and Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Will are just about to get married when Will finds out. In a depression, he leaves Port Royal. Elizabeth hates Jack for what has happened but takes up his offer to help find Will. Implied JE.
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"And you will be the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish isles...."
"We'll be the most fearsome pirates in the entire sea, love," Jack told her, taking another large sip of rum.
He fell back against the sand. Elizabeth cast a glance at him. The fire was casting a light over his face, making his black eyes shine. His shirt was opened just enough for her to glimpse the top of his muscular chest. He was so much better looking than she'd ever thought before. "What are ya lookin' at, love?"
She tore her eyes away from him and then looked back. The rum was making her loose her judgment. "Can't keep yer eyes off of Capt' Jack?"
He sat up. His face was suddenly inches from hers. She could smell the rum on his breath. Before she could say anything, he had pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her, almost violently. Elizabeth meant to pull away and found she couldn't. She wanted him to keep kissing her. In fact, she wanted more than that. She fought to gain self-control but only lost what she had. He continued kissing her and her mouth replied, hungrily.
Jack pulled away for a minute. "Don't stop," whispered Elizabeth.
Jack lay back again, against the sand and pulled Elizabeth down on top of him. To his amazement, she complied and continued kissing him back. He hesitated for a moment and then rolled over so that he was on top of her. His hands found the tie to her bodice and tore it open. His hands began to run over her body.....
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Elizabeth woke with a start. She was sweating heavily. She cursed silently with a word that came from being around pirates. Her father would highly disapprove of its use. But it kept reoccurring. The same dream...... the same memory. It wouldn't stop taunting her. Her marriage with Will was drawling closer every day. And she wanted desperately to make her fiancé happy. But little did he know that she was not a virgin and it was all Jack's fault. "I'll have the pirate hung if he ever dares to show his neck around here again," she thought.
At first she had been able to act like nothing had happened. She had had to. There was no way her father or Commodore Norrington could find out without Elizabeth being locked up forever. And then with her mind so intent on saving Will, she had been able to forget it for a little while. Even at Jack's hanging she had managed to act worried for Will. She knew he cared about Jack.
But after Jack left, the memory refused to stop plaguing her. Every time she kissed Will, a burning guilt would rise inside her. She could only thank heaven that she showed no signs of pregnancy. At this point, it would be impossible to disguise Jack's child as Will's as Will and Elizabeth weren't married yet. The was a knock at her bedroom door. "Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth jumped up quickly, knocking over a lamp in the process. "Elizabeth, are you alright?"
It happened almost every morning. "Fine," she called back, pulling on her dressing gown, "Come in."
Governor Swann entered with his normal array of servants and maids. "Elizabeth, can you hurry and get dressed? Your fiancé is waiting to see you, downstairs."
"Will?" Elizabeth asked, delighted, as she went behind a screen to change.
"Who else?" the Governor smiled.
Elizabeth smiled which soon turned to a grimace as the maids began to pull and tug at her corset. "Must I wear this wretched thing today?"
"I thought you would want to look good for Mr. Turner," the Governor remarked.
"I suppose so," Elizabeth answered, through gritted teeth.
The maids finally stopped pulling and slipped a dress over her head. "Ready."
Elizabeth rushed out from behind the screen and flung the door open. "Dear, dear. No need to be in such a rush," Governor Swann remarked, "Don't you want to fix your hair?"
"It's not a formal party, father," Elizabeth informed him, "Besides, I don't want to keep Mr. Turner waiting."
"Very well," her father smiled and bowed her out of her room.
Elizabeth slowed down some on the steps. She looked down to see Will pacing around the corridor. "Will," she called.
He looked up. "Elizabeth, you look beautiful!"
She quickly hurried down the stairs. Will took her hand and kissed it. Then he moved closer and caught her mouth in a kiss. Elizabeth lingered in it for a moment. Inevitably, a picture of Jack and her making love, flashed in her mind. She pulled away quickly.
"Elizabeth, what is it? Is something wrong?"
Elizabeth looked at her beloved's face. His light brown eyes were full of worry. He loved her and she loved him. She couldn't let an awful memory stand between them like this. If he loved her enough, he would understand that she hadn't meant it. That she hated Jack and wanted to be with Will.
"Will, there is something I have to tell you. Can we go somewhere where we can't be overheard?"
Will studied her troubled face and then nodded. "Can you get your father to let you bring a carriage down to my shop? No one is ever there at this time of day."
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Short chapter. I'll write more soon if I get some reviews. And in case anyone is wondering, the Next Generation is finished. I was going to write in Epilogue but I don't have any ideas so I think the ending is fine as it is.
Summary: More than talk happened on the island with Jack and Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Will are just about to get married when Will finds out. In a depression, he leaves Port Royal. Elizabeth hates Jack for what has happened but takes up his offer to help find Will. Implied JE.
***
"And you will be the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish isles...."
"We'll be the most fearsome pirates in the entire sea, love," Jack told her, taking another large sip of rum.
He fell back against the sand. Elizabeth cast a glance at him. The fire was casting a light over his face, making his black eyes shine. His shirt was opened just enough for her to glimpse the top of his muscular chest. He was so much better looking than she'd ever thought before. "What are ya lookin' at, love?"
She tore her eyes away from him and then looked back. The rum was making her loose her judgment. "Can't keep yer eyes off of Capt' Jack?"
He sat up. His face was suddenly inches from hers. She could smell the rum on his breath. Before she could say anything, he had pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her, almost violently. Elizabeth meant to pull away and found she couldn't. She wanted him to keep kissing her. In fact, she wanted more than that. She fought to gain self-control but only lost what she had. He continued kissing her and her mouth replied, hungrily.
Jack pulled away for a minute. "Don't stop," whispered Elizabeth.
Jack lay back again, against the sand and pulled Elizabeth down on top of him. To his amazement, she complied and continued kissing him back. He hesitated for a moment and then rolled over so that he was on top of her. His hands found the tie to her bodice and tore it open. His hands began to run over her body.....
***
Elizabeth woke with a start. She was sweating heavily. She cursed silently with a word that came from being around pirates. Her father would highly disapprove of its use. But it kept reoccurring. The same dream...... the same memory. It wouldn't stop taunting her. Her marriage with Will was drawling closer every day. And she wanted desperately to make her fiancé happy. But little did he know that she was not a virgin and it was all Jack's fault. "I'll have the pirate hung if he ever dares to show his neck around here again," she thought.
At first she had been able to act like nothing had happened. She had had to. There was no way her father or Commodore Norrington could find out without Elizabeth being locked up forever. And then with her mind so intent on saving Will, she had been able to forget it for a little while. Even at Jack's hanging she had managed to act worried for Will. She knew he cared about Jack.
But after Jack left, the memory refused to stop plaguing her. Every time she kissed Will, a burning guilt would rise inside her. She could only thank heaven that she showed no signs of pregnancy. At this point, it would be impossible to disguise Jack's child as Will's as Will and Elizabeth weren't married yet. The was a knock at her bedroom door. "Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth jumped up quickly, knocking over a lamp in the process. "Elizabeth, are you alright?"
It happened almost every morning. "Fine," she called back, pulling on her dressing gown, "Come in."
Governor Swann entered with his normal array of servants and maids. "Elizabeth, can you hurry and get dressed? Your fiancé is waiting to see you, downstairs."
"Will?" Elizabeth asked, delighted, as she went behind a screen to change.
"Who else?" the Governor smiled.
Elizabeth smiled which soon turned to a grimace as the maids began to pull and tug at her corset. "Must I wear this wretched thing today?"
"I thought you would want to look good for Mr. Turner," the Governor remarked.
"I suppose so," Elizabeth answered, through gritted teeth.
The maids finally stopped pulling and slipped a dress over her head. "Ready."
Elizabeth rushed out from behind the screen and flung the door open. "Dear, dear. No need to be in such a rush," Governor Swann remarked, "Don't you want to fix your hair?"
"It's not a formal party, father," Elizabeth informed him, "Besides, I don't want to keep Mr. Turner waiting."
"Very well," her father smiled and bowed her out of her room.
Elizabeth slowed down some on the steps. She looked down to see Will pacing around the corridor. "Will," she called.
He looked up. "Elizabeth, you look beautiful!"
She quickly hurried down the stairs. Will took her hand and kissed it. Then he moved closer and caught her mouth in a kiss. Elizabeth lingered in it for a moment. Inevitably, a picture of Jack and her making love, flashed in her mind. She pulled away quickly.
"Elizabeth, what is it? Is something wrong?"
Elizabeth looked at her beloved's face. His light brown eyes were full of worry. He loved her and she loved him. She couldn't let an awful memory stand between them like this. If he loved her enough, he would understand that she hadn't meant it. That she hated Jack and wanted to be with Will.
"Will, there is something I have to tell you. Can we go somewhere where we can't be overheard?"
Will studied her troubled face and then nodded. "Can you get your father to let you bring a carriage down to my shop? No one is ever there at this time of day."
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Short chapter. I'll write more soon if I get some reviews. And in case anyone is wondering, the Next Generation is finished. I was going to write in Epilogue but I don't have any ideas so I think the ending is fine as it is.