The Lost Details
Elizabeth couldn't read Jack's expression, he had once more put up a wall. One that always left her lost, which frightened her.
"Right," Jack confided in himself then without looking at Elizabeth turned to make his exit, " I'll leave you to your thoughts. There's much to be dealt with."
Without much warning Elizabeth found herself alone once more and confused as ever. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach and she felt waves of nausea brush over her. It was as if she had done something wrong. Jack was terribly vexed, but she couldn't think deliberate over it. All she could do was lay on his old bunk and close her eyes. Jack stood at the helm of the Black Pearl his mind was obviously elsewhere. Barbossa was chained to the mast and gagged with a bright green apple.
Gibbs approached the newly reinstated captain, " The crew missed ye; somethin' terible, Jack, ye best believe that be true."
"Awful terrible, I could only imagine how difficult it was for you all." Jack was cold and his words landed like daggers. It was clear to tell by the crews' general tone that they have only heard Jack sound like this not but once before. And that one time had made an undoubtable statement.
Gibbs lowered his head like a dog tucking his tail between his legs, "an' our headin', Captain?"
"The nearest island. Smallest, most desolate, and remote, nearest island."
Gibbs looked wearily towards the captive Barbossa.
Through all the turmoil Elizabeth had managed to fall into a deep sleep, which slipped into a familiar dream. Her eyes were wild and she could smell sweat and all she heard was breathing. She shoved herself up from the chair in her room shoving the man, who's lips pushed into hers, up to his feet. She hardly knew where she was but the moment felt beautiful. Suddenly she was thrust against the wall of her bedroom and toppled over the nightstand by her bed. She burst into laughter and caught her breath breaking from his lips for the first time. He chuckled deep in his throat and dove back towards her. Her hand groped for the bedpost, she used it for support. She couldn't see a thing even when she opened her eyes. The room was spinning, almost as if he could sense her falling he pulled her in close by her lower back. Then shoved her against the bed's tall wooden headboard. She groaned with pleasure and pain, a giggle slipping out, but his mouth stayed with hers. She slunk down, now laying on her back, the shadowy figure came over top her. "Tell me…" she murmured in a breath, "tell me your secret…" she panted. He began to kiss her neck as she looked up at her bedroom ceiling, then he pulled away. Jack's face inches from her's, he whispered, "You could live forever, love."
The sound of her own moaning must have woken her up because Elizabeth quickly scanned the dim room as if searching for a noisy intruder. She was sweaty again and short of breath. Elizabeth was surprised that she managed to have fallen asleep. She was in Jack's old cabin, she reminded herself. Her eyes widened as she remembered her dream. The same as the night aboard the Dutchman, only more detailed. So real, more like a memory "Oh my God," she thought to herself, "it wasn't a dream at all."
As Elizabeth stepped outside the cabin her heart raced at the thought of seeing Jack. She couldn't bare to see him, she was terrified. More terrified with what she now knew. She was surprised to learn she had slept an entire day away. The crew treated her as if she never left, in that she felt comfort and an odd sense of stability. She couldn't help but glance towards the mast and was relieved to see Cotton at the helm, he smiled a toothless grin. Before she had time to arrange her thoughts Gibbs appeared abruptly at her side.
"'Ello there, Ms. Turner. I reckon I could never tire of seein' ye pretty face," he mustered a boastful grin, proud of his compliment, "I suppose ye be wanted to learn of our headin' as I was meself." Elizabeth nodded with a forced smile. "Ay," he continued, "it seems we've spotted it now." Gibbs motioned towards a small island not far away and suddenly there was an uproar behind her. The crew was pulling at a tied up Barbossa from his most recent confines, the brig. He was detesting wildly to say the least. The ship stopped promtly before reaching to close to the island, it was still a hundred or so yards away.
Before Elizabeth could open her mouth he was shoved onto the plank, and as if from nowhere Jack descended from the helm, where he was absent only moments ago. "As I see it, you could use the good swim." he grimaced towards the fumbling Barbossa. He looked out into the distance at the far off island.
"How bleetin' ironic. Such poetic justice, Jack." Barbossa hissed, eyes enraged.
"Don't forget the shot," Jack handed Barbossa the pistol himself and the crew was so tightly compacted to witness the sight that Elizabeth had to nearly jump to see over their heads. "I went on and gave you two, as a sign of good faith." Jack raised his hand. At the signal every crew memebers sword was unsheathed and aimed towards Barbossa, who reluctantly backed down the plank.
Jack gave a slight wave of his fingers and a mocking smile just as Barbossa slipped over the edge into the crystal waters. The crowd parted as he walked through. The jeering came to a halt and the ship was eerily silent. At the end of the hallway of faces he came face to face with Elizabeth. He could already sense her words of disapproval and beat her to it, "It was right done." there seemed to be nothing standing between them anymore.
"He would continue to do the same." she agreed, her face now suddenly empty of all properties. A blank canvas that Jack could no longer read like a book, but painfully honest. He was shocked by her reaction. For once he was speechless at the circumstances and searched her eyes for anything, anything at all. Then she spoke, "I want to go back."
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