It Must Be Terrible

It Must Be Terrible
~Continued~


A/N : I just wanted to give a quick thanks to my reviewers. You guys are AWESOME.
This story was meant to be short, but I figure I’ll keep continuing it as long as you guys like it. I’ll try not to leave it with too harsh of cliffhangers, if any. We’ll see how it goes, eh?
Oh, and I’m not trying to bash Will or anything, he’s just… misunderstood in this chapter, you know? lol I guess I just don’t fancy Will that much, and definitely not as much as I do Jack.


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Elizabeth peered over at Will. He was bold and brave, he had the ability to think fast, he had a wit about him, and a consistent habit of breaking rules. Elizabeth had secretly cherished these qualities all through her life and as a child, took a certain fascination in the very beings who displayed these traits--pirates.

By the time that the adventure ended, Elizabeth had come to love Will, and she still did. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the same man she had thought him to be. After her father granted him clemency, he started to pretend that the adventure had never happened. He went back to making swords—back to the life that he once had. Only this time, he wore better clothing, lived with higher standards and attended parties and social gatherings with the highest government officials. He had discarded any trace that he was a pirate, and, in fact had turned to live the opposite life.

Elizabeth, however, couldn’t return to what she had once had. Her life had been pampered, controlled and even planned. Remembering that she had almost married Norrington, although a splendid gentleman, the thought caused Elizabeth’s stomach to churn inside. She could no longer live the life of an upper-class woman, especially after the adventure with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Jack. They were always arguing, and in everyumenument, Jack would come up. She didn’t see this one as any different.

"Will, you’re never home anymore!" Elizabeth tugged Will’s arm, but he shrugged her off so that he could rearrange the modern wig he had purchased.

"Elizabeth." Will turned and sighed, "I offer to take you with me. I want you to come to these parties with me! You’re the one who always says no."

"Maybe because they’re boring! A bunch of stuffy old gits talking politics is not my idea of fun, nor is it yours, William Turner." Elizabhuffhuffed and crossed her arms, glaring at the man standing before her.

"Elizabeth, you’re right. It’s not fun," Will captured her hands and leaned forward to kiss her lightly. "But we all have to make sacrifices, especially with a status in society to maintain."

"The William that I fell in love with would have skipped that. The William that I fell in love with would have preferred the life of a commoner. The William I knew would have preferred the life of a pirate!" Will turned and looked at her darkly.

"I am not a pirate, Elizabeth."

"Yes you are. It’s in your blood. Instead of accepting it, you turned back to the life of a blacksmith. Even that wasn’t good enough though, you had to go off and make all the party lists. You had to become the favored blacksmith that made loads of money, so that no one would question all this wealth that you happened to have stumbled on. If you didn’t want all that, then maybe you should have acted then and not have taken the treasure. After all, your wealth is all thanks to Jack, a pirate, and none other than him."

"I do not want to talk about him, Elizabeth. We will not have yet another argument over pirates. In fact, we will not even discuss pirates in this house! I…I will not tolerate it." Will angrily threw his wig to the floor. Elizabeth had retreated to the first step of the stairway to continue the argument from there, whereas Will was standing near the front doorway.

"You are my fiancée William, not my father."

"Stop acting like a child then!"

"I’m not the one living a fantasy, Will." It came out even, but shaky. Elizabeth was trying to control the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. A clash of emotions (anguish, bitterness, but most of all, anger) were overwhelming her. "What scares you so? Why do you hate him?"

"I am not scared of any pirate, especially not Captain Jack Sparrow." He nearly mocked the man’s title. Elizabeth wondered why, when Will risked his life to save this man, did he start to hate him so. He still admired Jack, though silently, for nearly a month after his escape. Will turned to glare at her, and sneered. "While we’re talking about…him, though," Will came and placed a hand on the railing of the stairs, but stayed on the main floor, "What did Jack mean when he said, ‘It would have never worked between us anyway’?" Elizabeth swallowed. "What happened, that night on the island, Elizabeth? You want to talk about him so bad, talk about him now." Eliza did didn’t say anything.

"Y-you know how Jack is. Always thinking he has every girl wrapped around his finger when he doesn’t." Will stared at her. She sunk down to a sitting position on the steps and looked away.

"You’re lying." He punched the railing, catching her attention. "You’re lying to me, Elizabeth! You… you dirty whore." He spat on the floor and kicked the side of the stairs. "You’re a dirty, rotten whore."

"Shut up! Shut UP!" Elizabeth was rocking on the stairs with her hands in her hair. "So I’m a whore, am I?" Tears stained her cheeks. William seemed shocked, and taken aback, partly from what he had said himself, and partly at Elizabeth’s sudden outburst. "You don’t think I smell the perfume on you when you come home with my father at an ungodly hour in the morning? You don’t think I know what you upper-class men do? Well fuck you, William Turner. Maybe something did happen that night on the island, but it dot ret really matter because I wasn’t yours. I wasn’t promised to you, I didn’t even ask you to save me!" She wretched the ring off her finger and threw it at him. "Get out, William, your whores wait for you. Get OUT!" She turned and fled up the stairs, slamming the door behind her. Will winced and started to follow her. There was a knock on the door. He could hear the butler and a man exchange greetings, and Will looked down to meet the gaze of Elizabeth’s father.

"You’re late for the party, Will. We were all wondering where you were." Will glanced back up the stairway longingly.

"Yes. I’m sorry. I just came to see Elizabeth." He hurried down the stairs, grabbed his cane and followed Elizabeth’s father out.
 
 


Elizabeth didn’t know if she wanted Will to follow her or not. She lay face first on her bed.
She realized Will must have known about the island since they first slept together. He must’ve put the pieces together—what Jack said the day that he escaped, the fact she that wasn’t a virgin, and the consistent want to talk about the Captain.

He was always in her head. His drunken stagger, his drawling voice, the dark charcoal pencil under his eyes, how smooth his chest was…

She shook her head. After all, it was just one night. They were supposed to have gone their separate ways. She had been furious at him again when he had her locked up in a room, and as she sat and brooded, she ended up wandering out and looking over the side of the ship. Down below there was a boat, softly banging against the side.

After Jack had killed Barbosa, and taken what treasure he had wanted, they headed back to Norrington and his crew. Both Will and Elizabeth could see Jack’s spirits plunder as he realized that his crew had taken the Black Pearl. He would be hanged, and there was no way that he could get out of it.
 

Elizabeth didn’t leave her room for two days, dreading what was going to become of Jack. She had heard that the man was locked up down below, but didn’t want fat father catching her going to see him constantly. On the second night, Elizabeth crept out of her room, in hopes to see Jack. She managed to make it down the stairs, and the ladder, until an officer caught her by surprise.

"What are you doing down here, Miss?" She spun around and smiled sweetly.

"Well I-I was just…" The man raised an eyebrow. "Well the truth is I wanted to talk to the Captain that is locked up. I never got to thank him for saving my life, once when I nearly drowned, twice by accepting to take Will to me, and the third time was when, well, right before we returned to the ship."

"Ah, fair enough, but why not come in day?" Elizabeth fiddled with her fingers and winced.

"Well, you see, it’s my father. He would forbid it, because the Captain is a pirate. I wanted to talk to him alone, so I didn’t have anyone standing over my shoulder breathing on me." She smiled and grabbed the guard’s hands. "Will you let me speak him, please? Couldn’t you just, take your duty up on the stairs there and let me speak to him privately? Then come down to get me?" The guard frowned.

"You don’t mind being in the same room with him, do you? We had to lock him there since all the cells were taken with them other pirates. I’ll stand outside the door for five minutes time, that should be enough, Miss. Sound good?"

"It’s perfect! Thank you!" She followed the guard down, past Barbosa’s crew who were scrunched and locked into the cells. Coming to a final room, the officer undid the lock and opened the door. Elizabeth gave her thanks again and slipped in. Jack was sitting up against the wall. He didn’t look up, and Elizabeth wondered if he even knew that she was there.

"What are you doing here?" Elizabeth stayed standing near his feet.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing. I have five minutes." Jack pushed the hat back so he could look at the girl standing in front of him. Elizabeth reached into her dress and pulled out an apple, holding it out to him.

"Come on now, I know the prisoners aren’t fed that well," she grinned. The Captain stood up to take the apple, rubbing a thumb over it. Elizabeth watched him silently, not letting the apple go. Jack smirked and winked.

"Do I have to do something for this, love?" He moved closer and ran his fingers up her hand and along her wrist. Moving them up to her face, he cupped her chin with both hands—since they were bound together. Elizabeth said nothing, but leaned towards Jack until their lips were inches apart.

"Not really," she breathed, barely getting the sentence out before Jack leaned forward and kissed her roughly. Jack kissed her harder, and both ran out of breath quickly. Their hands groped at each other until the door creaked open, and Jack roughly pushed her away, taking the apple and plopping back down on the floor. Elizabeth turned to the officer, who took her arm lightly.

"Anyway, thank you Captain. I’ll see you at your hanging." Jack grimaced slightly, nodding his head.

"All right, then." The officer guided Elizabeth from the room, but not before she turned back and locked eyes with Captain Jack Sparrow.

She woke up and found the pillow soaked from the tears that she had cried herself to sleep with. Since the only light was the soft glow from a lamp, Elizabeth guessed that Will had been gone for a couple of hours now. She wondered if he would come to her smelling of his whores with their French perfumes.

She didn’t know what she would do if he did. Did he even love her anymore? She thought that he did, but he had to choose. It was either her or this forsaken upper-class life that he was trying to achieve. He wouldn’t want to lose her, but at the same time he wouldn’t go back to his life of a pirate, or even as a common blacksmith.

Making the choice for him, Elizabeth got up and went to a spare bedroom saved for Will by her father. She thought about the adventure with the pirates, both parties of pirates, in fact. Barbosa’s crew had made her hate pirates, even Sparrow’s gang. Thinking about it now though, she would prefer to be with Barbosa if it meant she got out of this life.

It wasn’t even as if she was going back to Barbosa though. She was going to find Jack, and force him tt het her join his crew. She would learn how to fight on the way, and she would become the best bloody pirate anyone had ever seen.

"Well," she said to herself. "Maybe not the best, but I’ll be bloody good enough to be on the Black Pearl." pullpulled on some of Will’s trousers and a belt that he used for forging swords, and a shirt that he had used at one time too. Both were stained with grease and hung loosely, but looked sharp enough to get her decent lodging and meals. She couldn’t be bothered to run around in a dress that would always catch on things. She packed a small bag and strapped on one of Will’s swords. He had taught her the basics of fighting, for fun of course, when they had first been together after Jack’s escape. She probably couldn’t ward off another pirate, but she could defend herself well enough. She reached over and shoved Will’s pistol into his holster, and added the two to her attire. Pocketing his extra gunpowder and shots into the small bag of her belongings, she decided she was ready.

The window was open to let some fresh air in, and Elizabeth climbed silently into the night.
 
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