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Savarna	By : BrethlessM Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 5383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hello everyone! I was up all night finishing this chapter so that I could post it for you today, so I hope you like it! The story just keeps getting longer and longer, but I'm sure you don't mind. I recently heard that Disney is going ahead with an animated Jack Sparrow cartoon, so woo-hoo! Lastly, I received another fabulous gift the other day, and I'd love to share it with you. Desiring-me at LiveJournal.com made me a Sparrabeth video for this story that I just adore! Here's the YouTube link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRCZ7nyOz-k

I hope you enjoy and give her many cookies! Talk to you all again soon! - Kimberlee

Chapter Thirteen

A bead of sweat dripped down from Elizabeth�s hairline as she remembered where she was. The strangeness of her dream unnerved her, and she needed to pinch herself lightly on the arm to be certain she was really there.

It wasn�t just that she had been dreaming about Jack�s mother, in a scene so vividly real that Elizabeth had no doubt that she�d witnessed something that had actually happened. It was more that for a time, she had actually been the goddess Savarna � feeling her fear, her concern for her son� and her overwhelming sense of serenity.

Just the memory of Savarna�s tranquility, even in the face of her own death, served to pacify Elizabeth�s nerves. It was clear that something important was happening, and she would need to put some serious thought into the significance of it all. It worried her though, that even as she thought back on the details of her dream the images began to blur in her mind. She remembered the emotions, and the desperate search for someone to look after her son� and then the message � meant specifically for Elizabeth � to protect him.

Eyes widening in alarm, she suddenly remembered where Jack was. Jumping out of bed, Elizabeth ignored the oversized boots completely and walked briskly from the cabin she shared with William and Jack. Even though they were at anchor, Teague had maintained his usual position at the helm of his ship, as though he would be uncomfortable any place else. She nodded to him warmly and began to ask if there was any news when she saw Ina standing watch on the starboard side, staring intently in the direction of Port Royal.

Pushing aside the slight discomfort she still felt in the other woman�s presence, Elizabeth went to stand beside her. �Any sign of him?� she asked.

Ina glanced at her impassively and then shook her head, returning her attention to land. �Not yet,� she said. �It�ll be nightfall soon.�

Elizabeth nodded, frowning a little. Ina seemed anxious. Chewing absently on her thumbnail, Elizabeth scanned the horizon. After her dream, she couldn�t help being nervous either. Her eyes slid sideways towards the longboat. Jack had said he�d be back before dark� dawn at the latest. If something had happened to him, they couldn�t be sure of it until morning, and then it would be too late to help him. Teague would be bound by the code to leave his son behind, and then she�d not only have lost Jack, but any chance of retrieving Will�s heart.

As she was considering just how angry Jack would be if she went after him, a voice from just over her shoulder said, �Have faith, lass.�

Turning around, Elizabeth tried not to look guilty but Captain Teague�s grim smile told her that he wasn�t fooled. �He can�t die, and whatever he encounters� well, you know better than most how clever Jackie is, so take your own advice... don�t do anything stupid.�

Elizabeth folded her arms and sighed. He was right, but that didn�t mean she liked it.

She began to pace, and for the better part of an hour, Teague watched her. None of them spoke, and when William returned to the deck after finishing his supper in the galley, he sat down on a water barrel without saying a word. They were a tense group, and none of the crew on duty dared to venture near the stern where Ina, Teague, Elizabeth and William waited with barely concealed impatience.

When Ina gave a small yelp of surprise and jolted upright from where she�d been leaning against the rail, it was as if a current of electricity connected them all. Three heads turned in her direction, even as she announced, �He comes.�

Jack�s longboat was moving very slowly, and Elizabeth bit her lip, hoping that he was just tired, and not injured. Her fingers drummed impatiently against the railing until she caught Ina glancing her direction and forced herself to stop.

It was an agonizing thirty minutes before Jack�s boat was close enough to attach to its cables, and only Teague remained where he was as the others began hauling Jack�s longboat up to the main deck.

Jack�s face was drawn and pale, but he still managed to leap the gap between the longboat and the ship before Ina and Elizabeth could haul it in for him. William made a motion to go to him, but Jack held up a hand in warning. �I�m all right, mate � but we�d best keep our distance until we know for sure whether or not I�ve caught anything interesting, savvy?�

Elizabeth was so relieved to see him that it took her a moment to realize that Jack was empty-handed. She glanced back into the boat that Ina was still busy securing, but it too was bare. Looking up, she could see the mixture of fatigue, regret, and determination warring on Jack�s face.

Jack wished he could hold her, but didn�t want to risk it until he was sure he was safe to be around. He nodded his head seriously and said, �We�re not finished yet, love. We�ll find it.� To his father he added, �set sail for Tortuga. I�ll tell the whole fascinating tale to you later � after I�ve had enough sleep and rum to recover.�

No one had spoken but Jack, and their silence held as he wandered toward his cabin. Captain Teague shouted the order to weigh anchor and at his command, everyone sprang to life. William scrambled up one of the masts to help Marty add on the sails, as a group of the others went to turn the capstan, raising the anchor. Ina, with strangely agitated movements, began hauling lines to help Pintel adjust their course.

Elizabeth watched them work, unsure of what to do. No one seemed to notice her hesitation, and she was grateful for it. As much as she wanted to respect Jack�s desire for sleep, she also wanted to follow him, if only just to reassure herself that he was all right. Savarna�s message was still fresh in her mind and in the end, Elizabeth relented to her nagging urge to go to him.

So intent was she on her decision that Elizabeth didn�t bother to knock before opening the door to the cabin. In the lamp-lit room, Jack stood in one corner near the washbasin with his back to her. Completely naked, he had just about finished scrubbing his body from head to toe with water from the urn and a sponge she used on herself for the same purpose.

�Jack, I � � the words were hardly out of her mouth as she entered when they died in her throat at the sight of him. Frozen in place, Elizabeth couldn�t even move to back out of the room as she stared at him, unblinking. Dimly, she heard the door fall shut behind her.

Glancing casually over his shoulder at the transfixed Elizabeth, Jack tossed the sponge back into the ceramic basin and reached for the clean white shirt hanging on a nearby hook. �Probably shouldn�t be in here just now, love,� he said.

Cheeks suddenly burning hot, Elizabeth spun around and fumbled blindly for the doorknob. �I�m sorry,� she stuttered, her mouth too dry to speak properly. �I didn�t mean to � I should have knocked.�

Jack�s amused chuckle made her pause. �That�s not what I meant,� he said. �You�re free to gaze upon my unclad person to your hearts content. In fact,� he took a step towards Elizabeth and at the realization, she couldn�t help turning around to face him again, pressing her back against the door.

His eyes glittered mischievously, and the grin she loved so much gave him the look of a very satisfied cat. Wearing nothing but the white linen shirt, the fact that Jack resembled a young boy in a nightshirt did nothing to detract from the pure masculinity that exuded from every pore of his body.

He continued moving closer, not stopping until he was firmly within the confines of her personal space. �I meant that until I�m sure that I won�t get you or anyone else sick, you should all probably keep your distance.�

Trying to keep her eyes glued on his, and nothing else, Elizabeth�s tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips, and she felt an odd jerk in her stomach when she noticed Jack�s eyes follow the movement. �You�re awfully close now,� she pointed out.

�Couldn�t be helped,� he told her. �I�m only a man � albeit, a handsome, dashing, and,� his eyes raked slowly down her figure, �exciting man.�

Her knees felt very shaky all of a sudden. Jack placed his hands on the door behind her, one on either side of Elizabeth�s head, and without thinking about it, her hands went up to clutch at his arms.

Jack�s grin was slowly replaced by an intensely heated look. �And since I�m already this close�� without finishing his sentence, he closed the space between them, kissing her fiercely.

Elizabeth whimpered � actually whimpered, as she pulled him closer. In response Jack moaned into her mouth, one hand twining into her hair, holding her head steady as he kissed her, the other falling to wrap tightly around her waist. Blood rushed through her head in a deafening roar, and if Jack hadn�t been holding her against his body Elizabeth knew she would have collapsed to the floor.

Jack�s left hand ran a feverish path through Elizabeth�s hair to her waist and then delicately up the center of her abdomen over the flat expanse of her stomach to her breast. His hands shook slightly as he gently ran the pads of his fingers over the soft mound, radiating outward from the tip until the palm of his hand cradled its fullness. With a shuddery breath, Elizabeth pressed against his hand and her head fell back, exposing her neck to his questing mouth.

It had been a long, long time since anyone had touched her with even an ounce of the passion Jack was now showing, and Elizabeth was starving from lack of it. As he kissed a path along the hollow of her throat, her whole body quivered with want. Her breath came in short, quick gasps, and as his mouth found it�s way down her collarbone to the lacing of her borrowed shirt, she closed her eyes, softly crying his name.

Jack released a shaky breath as he slowly lifted his hand from Elizabeth�s firm breast to gently tug at the shirt-tie that was preventing him from accessing the rest of her body. He was too unsteady at the moment to be anything but tender, and in spite of the numerous women he�d taken pleasure from across the seven seas, Jack felt as nervous as a virgin on his wedding night. Elizabeth�s shirt parted a few inches in a �vee� shape, and his tongue trailed a path down the newly revealed portion of flesh unblemished by the sun.

Elizabeth was losing every vestige of control she had ever possessed, and part of her � even the greater portion � wanted nothing more than to drown in the sensation; to fall into the depths of Jack Sparrow�s desire and release her own to join it. To do so would be a relief, a freedom she had never before known� and it would also be a turning point, beyond which she could never look back.

It physically hurt her to stand under her own power and raise a trembling hand to stop Jack from divesting her of her shirt. Her body screamed in betrayal, and the room swam so fast that she had to close her eyes, burying her face against Jack�s chest until the walls withdrew and she could breath normally again.

When she finally looked up, the confusion, hurt, and want in Jack�s eyes nearly shattered her fragile resolve, but she held firm. Clearing her throat as she searched her numbed brain for anything resembling a vocabulary, Elizabeth struggled to explain.

�Not yet,� she rasped quietly. Jack raised an eyebrow, hopefully questioning her use of the word �yet�. �Will�� her voice trailed off weakly, but Elizabeth pressed through the haze clouding her head, least he misunderstand her. �I�m not free of him yet � want to be free before I�m yours.�

Her words were simple, but Jack thought he understood. Trying to speak, he needed to stop for a moment and swallow to regain his voice. �Love, you know that doesn�t matter to me, right? You�ve been mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Even when you� weren�t.�

Elizabeth smiled, but shook her head. �I want to give myself to you freely � as a free woman and of my own free will. You deserve that � not the pilfered leavings of another man.� She took a step away from him. �I want to be the woman who chose you, not the conquest you won away from Will. Otherwise, you�ll always wonder.�

For perhaps the first time in his life, Jack found himself speechless. He gaped at Elizabeth for a minute, aware of a strange lump in his throat that made it difficult to breath. Swallowing it down, he effected the most jovial smile he could manage and said, �Well, when you put it like that��

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and for a moment he clung to her, his true emotions apparent in his grip. �Elizabeth,� Jack began tentatively.�

Elizabeth shook her head. �No,� she told him. �I know it. I�ve seen it.�

The foreign words sat heavily on his tongue, but Jack felt a odd sense of release at being freed from voicing them. With an exhausted sigh, he released her from his embrace. �I�d love to invite you to stay but under the circumstances, I�m going to need some time to my onesie, if you follow.�

Elizabeth blushed, and Jack grinned unselfconsciously. �Was there something that brought you bounding in here in the first place, love?� he asked.

It seemed foolish now, and Elizabeth waved her concerns away. �I was worried about you,� she admitted.

Jack�s grin broadened. �I�m Jack Sparrow, love,� he said. �And immortal, to boot. What�s there to worry about?�

The dream suddenly returned in full force, and with it came the lingering sense of apprehension that had plagued her all afternoon. Her face became pale, and she looked up at Jack�s worried face.

�Elizabeth� what is it?� Jack searched for and found a bottle of rum on the nearby table and handed it to her. She smiled weakly in thanks and took a modest sip.

Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, Elizabeth said, �I had a dream today � about your mother.�

Jack listened raptly as Elizabeth told him as much as she could remember of her dream. �And that�s not all,� she said. �I�ve been dreaming nearly every night since returning from� the Locker,� she winced at the memory. �And I think they�ve all been about you and Savarna.�

At first, Jack didn�t say a word, but took the bottle from her grasp and downed a healthy swig as he considered what he�d been told. �That�s interesting,� he said at last. �Seems to me that I�ve been having dreams of a similar nature, of late.�

Frowning, Elizabeth asked, �What does that mean?�

With a shrug, Jack said, �My mum was� is my mum. Who are we to question the motives of the gods?�

�Jack- �

He held up both hands to stop her from continuing. �I�ll sleep,� he held up the rum bottle, �and drink on it. When I wake for me shift, we�ll have a nice long chat and suss things out properly.�

As he closed the door behind Elizabeth, Jack leaned back against it and emptied the bottle of rum, swallowing quickly. Tossing it aside with a weary sigh, Jack said aloud to the empty room, �What are up to now, Mum?�
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Like tall vines of seaweed beneath the ocean ceiling, the Becoming stood swaying gently with the light current. The closer they came to their destination, the more frequently came the bursts of emotions, which they now longed for more than life itself. They were alive � without breath or will � but they crouched and scrambled along the sea floor just as surely as did the mysterious creatures whom mankind would not lay eyes on for thousands of years yet.

Alive, but what was life without this ecstasy and torment of sensation? Even the Leader could not resist the temptation for long, and their already torturously slow journey was made all the more tedious by the frequent stops and starts. But the memories that accompanied these bursts of emotion were becoming tantalizingly strong, and the golden-haired beauty who so determinedly haunted the Leader�s mind almost had a name now � she was almost a tangible part of who and what he had been before the Becoming.

Somehow, he knew, she awaited him at the end of the trail. This angel or demon who danced temptingly just beyond the reaches of his memory � when he finally reached their destination, she would be there, waiting for him. He was beyond conjecture; this was something he knew, with every fiber of his being. Only then, when he at last came face to face with his destiny, would the fullness of his life come to him. It was all he could do to remember and push onward, but with every step, the Becoming drew closer to their goal.

At the head of the procession, the Leader pressed onward � inch by agonizing inch � slouching towards the Pantano River where in a small bayou shack, a goddess had once lived.
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For several hours, Elizabeth kept herself busy working with the crew, hauling ropes, securing sails, and mending tears in the canvas. The primary chore of life onboard a ship was maintenance � making sure that everything was in working order and ready at a moments notice. No one, especially on such a small crew, was ever at a loss for things to do, and yet Elizabeth couldn�t seem to find enough to keep her mind occupied with. She worked until Pintel, in a voice that even she couldn�t argue with, ordered her to get something to eat before she collapsed from fatigue.

Ragetti had been handling most of their meals aboard the Sarvana, and Elizabeth was often surprised to find that he was a decent cook. Of course, there was little one could do with the slim and unimaginative fair onboard a pirate ship, but it was an enormous pleasure to not have to resort to eating food that was infested with either weevils or maggots, at every meal. There was stew waiting in the galley when she arrived, and a hunk of bread in the cupboard that still seemed safe to eat.

She was on edge. She still hadn�t recovered from her encounter with Jack earlier that evening, but the food went a long way towards bringing her back to earth. It was true that she did not want to give in to the temptation of him until she was no longer beholden to Will, in whatever form he currently existed. She had a suspicion that Jack had never had anything that was truly and freely his � not even the Black Pearl, and Elizabeth felt the need to prove to him through such a gesture that this would not be something she could easily walk away from once it began.

Therein lay a deeper truth than she had realized. To finally succumb to the man who had haunted her for the better part of her life, would be the crossing of a threshold. She had long ago given up the persona of the dutiful governor�s daughter, and in bidding farewell to the faithful housewife, Elizabeth Turner nee Swann would be stepping into a life that she�d been building towards since childhood � a tiny pirate in petticoats. There would be nothing left to tie her to the world to which she�d been born, and as Jack had promised so many years ago � with the Pearl to carry them, wherever they wanted to go, they would go.

And she would go. There was nothing in the world she needed, save William, and she was absolutely certain that her son was determined never to leave Jack�s side again. If Jack was willing to have them � knowing that she and William were not just another port of call � then she would happily hoist her colors alongside his.

But first � before she could lose herself in the anonymity of a new world, there were things they had to do. Will�s heart must be found, for after all she had done to save him from an eternity of torment and servitude, she could not rest now that he had become the puppet of a deranged goddess. She owed it to him, to herself, and to their son, to see Will safely to his rest. It was the least she could do for the man she had loved with the purity of a child, and who had given up everything in the world he held dear for the sake of what was right, and for her.

Will was an honorable man, and it fell to Elizabeth to repay that honor with honor. Only then, when her debt was paid, could she let herself find peace with Jack Sparrow. It was a frustrating realization, but it was all she had.

Jack had still not appeared on deck by the time Elizabeth arrived on the Stern Deck, and after so many hours at the helm, the fatigue was showing heavily on Captain Teague�s face. Determined, she put on her most serious expression and said, �Teach me.�

Teague looked surprised, and almost offended. �What?�

She nodded. �Teach me to steer this ship. It�s ridiculous for only you and Jack to do all the work, and I�m a captain. It�s my duty to know how to sail a ship.�

He regarded her warily. �It�s not as easy as it looks, lass. You�ve got to understand navigation, and- �

�Don�t �lass� me, Captain Sparrow,� Elizabeth said with dry humor. �My father was in the Royal Navy. I have a working knowledge of navigation, and our course is smooth and clear.� In a gentler voice she added, �You�ve been at the helm for nearly twenty-four hours now, Captain. We can wait for Jack to wake up, you can hand off the wheel to one of the deck-hands,� she hid her grin as Teague�s face darkened. �Or, you can use your time wisely and train me to steer this vessel after your own fashion. Now, which is it going to be?�
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He was young again, and he was with his mother. The adult Jack watched his younger self, just as he had been doing every night since rescuing Elizabeth from the Locker. �Was that when it began?� he wondered idly. He seemed to remember Elizabeth saying that she�d been dreaming too, but at the moment, none of it was important.

He was about fifteen in this dream, already wearing the red bandana that his father had left him on his last visit. It had been three years since then, and the young Jack would have already begun planning to stowaway on the next ship headed for Tortuga, determined to find the older man and get some answers to the questions that had plagued him all his life.

His mother sat with him, her hands clasped around one of his. As Jack watched his younger dream self withdraw his hand from his mother�s to examine the object she had placed there, he suddenly knew exactly which point in his past he had returned to. It was the day before he would leave Madagascar and his mother.

The young Jack held up the small mermaid-shaped bead his mother had given him, barely hearing as she explained that it was to keep him safe, and guide him through treacherous waters. �Aren�t mermaids a fertility symbol?� the boy asked uncertainly.

His mother laughed, the sound rippling like the music of tiny bells. �That is one interpretation for our power, yes, but this charm is not for that purpose. It will be the source of your strength when you most have need of me, my son.�

Young Jack smiled distractedly, and began fumbling through a small chest containing all his possession, emerging with a length of leather cord. Cutting a strip from it, he was just tying the fetish at his waist when a girl entered the hut.

It was Ina, but not as Jack knew her now. This was the Ina of his childhood � his closest friend and, at that point in his life, his fianc�e. She looked far different from the woman she would become. In place of the toned, angular limbs, remnants of baby fat curved her round body into a distinctly feminine shape. She wore the same style of clothing as the younger Jack, only higher on her body.

The most noticeable difference though, was in Ina�s personality. At this age Ina had been bright, cheerful and stubborn, instead of serious, clever and strong. In the process of growing into her position as daughter of the tribe�s chief, Ina had become a woman, losing all of the youthful innocence she had shared in common with Jack. He had lost it too, along the way, but faced with the memory of the children they had been, Jack only mourned it for the first time now.

�Mpanjaka,� Ina greeted him, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him.

�Wife,� the young Jack mocked in reply, earning a punch on the arm.

Savarna only smiled, greeting Ina with respect before leaving them alone together. In any other household, such a thing would have been unheard of, but the goddess knew, better than even the two children in question did, how things stood with them, and she had no cause for worry where they were concerned.

When his mother had left the room, young Jack leaned in close to talk quietly with Ina. �It�s all set,� he told her excitedly. �Tia said she�d help me tonight. I�ll be gone on the morning tide.�

Ina looked unconvinced. �You�re not really going to leave Toamasina,� she challenged.

�I am,� he straightened his spine. �I�m going to find my father and� and either make him come home to Mum, or give him a taste of my sword.�

�You haven�t got a sword,� Ina pointed out.

�Not yet,� the young Jack said. �But I�ll get one first thing. I�ll steal one if I have to.�

Ina nodded, as though her suspicions had been confirmed. �Just like a pirate,� she taunted.

The light disappeared from the boy�s face. �I am not a pirate,� he said fiercely. �Take it back.�

Grinning, Ina jumped up and skipped towards the door. In the entryway she looked back at him. �I know you�re not,� she said. �I only say it because it makes you angry.�

He stuck out his tongue at her and she laughed. Looking at his speculatively, Ina said, �I could come with you, you know.�

The younger Jack laughed. �I don�t think so, dearie.�

She frowned. �Why not?�

�This is your home,� he shrugged. �You need to be here for your people. My people left us� left Mum� so I have to go find him myself.�

She didn�t seem convinced. �I could follow you. You�d never know until we were already in Tortuga.�

�You wouldn�t,� the young Jack said assuredly.

�Why not?�

He thought for a moment. �Because if my father had been here for me my whole life, I wouldn�t repay him by leaving to go find someone else�s.�

Ina was silent, considering what he�d said. �Yes, you would,� she decided at last. �Pirate is in your blood. Sooner or later, you�d answer its call.� She was gone before he could react.

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Teague was standing just behind Elizabeth at the helm when Jack finally ventured out of his cabin. His hands covering hers on the wheel as he showed her how to utilize the rising wind to their benefit, the first thing Jack heard upon arriving was his father�s gruff voice saying, �Don�t fight it, just let it ease in!�
Leaping the steps two at a time, Jack wasn�t sure what he was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn�t this. To begin with, Teague never let anyone steer his ship if he could help it, and he certainly didn�t give them private lessons.
Elizabeth grinned with childish excitement when she saw Jack, and it almost made up for the fact that she was looking quite familiar with his father. �Am I intruding?� he asked, managing not to make it sound like an insinuation.
Sensing his son�s mood more accurately, Teague stepped away from Elizabeth, letting her work solo. �Captain Swann seems to think we need another helmsman,� he said. �Seeing as she�s a Captain, she also seems to think the right falls to her.
Jack nodded, looking to Elizabeth for confirmation. �And you agree with her, I see.�
Captain Teague glared, and Jack tried to repress a grin. He knew better than anyone how stubborn Elizabeth could be when she got an idea into her head, but that didn�t mean he�d be letting his father off so lightly for venturing too close to Elizabeth for Jack�s liking.
Before he could continue the interrogation though, Elizabeth asked, �Will you tell us what happened on Port Royal now?�
Jack sighed. There was work to be done. Never a dull moment in his life, was there? �Aye, but we need to talk about these dreams as well,� he admitted. Teague took the wheel so that Elizabeth could focus more intently on Jack�s story, and both listened with interest and he told them everything that had happened in Port Royal, and then about the dreams he�d been having.
Elizabeth added the details of her own dreams, and both seemed to be waiting for Captain Teague to comment on the situation.
His face remained impassive, but there was a rougher tone in his voice as he said, �Savarna�s trying to tell you something.�
�Yes, we�ve gathered as much,� Jack said, conscious of his father�s sadness and eager to get him past it. �Seems as though I�m in danger and she�s given us the tools to keep me safe. Would have been nice if she�d have been a bit more specific on the details though.�
Teague shook his head. �I don�t think it works that way, boy.�
�So what do we do?� Elizabeth asked.
All were silent for a minute until Teague said, �we need to find El Lobo, and the best place to start is where we�re headed � Tortuga. I say we stay on course, and when we arrive, we stay with Jackie at all times.�
�I can look after myself,� Jack said indignantly.
Elizabeth smirked. �Just think of it as an honor guard.�
Jack rolled his eyes. Looking around at Pintel, Ragetti, Mullroy, Murtogg, and the others, he said, �Some honor.�
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