Disclaimer: I don't own it. Everything you recognise belongs to Disney. No infringement
is intended and I'm certainly not making any money from this story.
Summary: Two Jack and Elizabeth vignettes, set between "A Matter of Trust" and
"Reasons to Believe". Jack's POV.
Author's note: Written for white raven, who wanted something J/E. For those of you
who haven't read my other stories, the premise here is that Elizabeth is a widow and
Jack comes to visit her now and then.

Mirrored Movement
by Hereswith

He kept coming back to that Port Royal house, to its porch, its garden and its resident
swan. Months might pass—not years, never that—but he always returned. It had not
been a conscious decision, at first, not something he had planned or promised to do.
He felt a change in the wind, that was all, a pull like the turn of the tide, and it led him
there. But happenstance became habit, over time, he had liked the boy and he liked
the sharp-willed lass, her opinion of rum notwithstanding, and affection no longer
permitted him to leave her behind.

On some occasions, when both the light and his senses were blurred, dark hair wrapped
around his fingers seemed to take on a honeyed sheen. It was an illusion he seldom let
linger; he slowed his movements instead, waiting until the world righted itself before
his eyes. If his touch thereafter was different in any way, the change was subtle enough
to go unnoticed.

The Pearl alone knew his secrets. She guarded his whispers and the words he spoke
in his sleep. What he told her, and of whom, she soaked up, like the sea, and held safe.