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Sweet Revenge	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 10956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2: Guilt Attack

Somewhere in the Caribbean
One month later

Elizabeth stood on the deck, allowing the sea breeze to slap sea spray against her face and calm her nerves. It was the only place she felt truly at peace, a place where the trials and tribulations of the past year seemed to fade, and the high tide of emotions that followed her in her daily life seemed to recede. She remembered sailing to the Caribbean for the first time, singing pirate songs en route, knowing nothing of real pirates. Her stomach sank. She had inevitably thought of Jack.

Poor Jack, she remembered wistfully, even though she told herself he deserved his fate. He had eluded capture and certain death too many times, at the price of the lives of crewmen, and risk to Will and even her life. If anyone deserved to be eaten by a sea monster while chained to his bloody precious Pearl, it was him.

But she missed him. Terribly. His dancing brown eyes, half the time alight with merriment, the other half with mischief. His sauntering gait. His devil-may-care attitude. His swarthy skin and gleaming smile - gold glinting in the Caribbean sun - and his warm breath, often spiced with rum, other times simply hot as it glided over her skin.

At the memory, she shivered, recalling how his mouth - that damnable, sensuous, full-lipped mouth that had no business on a man, never mind a pirate - had slanted urgently over hers, responding to her deceitful kiss on the deck of the Pearl. The guilt had begun then, a seed that grew as she sensed the depth of his want of her, and grew as she realized her treacherous body seemed to respond to him, too... tiny flames of need began to lick at her insides, and muscles seemed to flex and clench and she was temporarily overwhelmed, overcome, by the taste and feel of Jack. Right up until she snapped the cuff around his tanned wrist. But she did what she had to do. She saved Will, saved the crew... isn't that what a good captain would do? She used the weapons at her disposal to accomplish a task.

So why did she feel so dirty?

“Can't sleep?” said a voice behind her, and Elizabeth forced a wan smile as Will joined her by the rail. They were en route to England, to attempt to curry favor with the King and expose the corruption of the East India Trading Company. And - once again - to attempt a marriage. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, his dark eyes narrowed with concern. She avoided his gaze.

“Nothing. A nightmare. I can't seem to get rid of them.”

“Ah,” said Will, staring out to sea now. He sighed and she saw his jaw seemed to clench and unclench. “Jack?”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, trying to think of an answer, any answer, other than the truth. Where was all her feminine guile now? It had failed her. Besides, she did not wish to deceive Will. “A little. Sometimes.”

“He knew what he was getting into,” Will said. “A pirate's life affords risks and that's how it goes. He was -“ and suddenly he nearly choked on the phrase “a good man” and said instead, “he was Jack.”

He whirled to face her and grasped her shoulders in his hands, looking down at her with renewed longing. “Elizabeth.”

“Will?” she replied, a question in her eyes. But she knew what he wanted. She wanted it too, and yet she wanted to marry him and have it be right and proper and just like she imagined... not in some cramped cabin of a ship, where baths were fewer and farther between than they should have been and she was tired from pacing the deck all hours of the night. So she feigned innocence to the urgency in his tone and met his eyes, which seemed to be lit with tiny flames as they beheld her face in the moonlight.

“N-never mind,” he said, and dropped his hands to his sides. “Better get some rest.” And with that, he was gone below.

She loved him, without question. She had known him since they were children, and he had become not only her rescuer but a dashing swordsman and excellent leader, when called upon. He was everything she had ever wished for in a man. And soon they would be married.

And her freedom ended.

BOOM.

Elizabeth sat straight up in her cabin. She knew the sound of cannonfire when she heard it. Another thunderous crash sounded and she was pitched from her bed.

They were under attack.

“Will!” she cried, pulling a dressing gown over her fine lawn chemise and rushing from the cabin. She dashed through the corridor and up the steps. Finally she caught sight of him near the helm, repeating shouted orders from their captain. “Will, what's happening?”

“Elizabeth, go and bar yourself in the cabin. And take this,” he added, pressing a small pistol into her hand.

“Pirates?” she whispered, her voice barely above a squeaked whisper.

“Don't get any ideas. Go and be safe. I can't fight well if I'm worried about you,” he said, his eyes searching her face.

“Don't be ridiculous,” she scoffed, lifting a sword from those carried by a crewman rushing to arm everyone.

“I mean it. Get be - “

A cannonball ripped across the deck, shearing the steering column. Everyone flattened themselves on the deck, and when the smoke cleared Elizabeth lifted her head and saw the ship attacking them. It was close, maybe fifteen yards away. Too close.

They were about to be boarded.

Amid the chaos of the battle, Elizabeth managed to slip unnoticed toward the rear of the ship, clanging swords with a few who boarded but mostly making haste to be out of sight and change her clothes. Without the protection of men's clothing, she was too easy a target for the dime-a-dozen pirate. She had almost made it to the stairs when an arm, strong as a steel band, snaked around her from behind, yanking her against an unyielding male chest. She felt, rather than saw, his other arm raise high above them. Then everything went black.

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When she awoke, her first thought was that someone had carried her inside, to the captain's cabin. For that's where she was, as she registered decent, if not luxurious, surroundings and navigational tools. She also registered a splitting headache, and was reminded of the brief assault on her person, which had ended, apparently, with a strong blow to her head. Sunlight was beginning to stream in through the windows, and she squinted against the just-after-dawn light.

Suddenly she sensed she was not alone. In front of the windows, a figure sat, but she couldn't make out his face, since the light was behind him. She attempted to raise her hand to shield her eyes, only to find - to her sudden horror - that there were shackles binding her wrists! She followed them with her eyes to the leg of a giant table. She sat up from the floor and peered at the figure.

“Will?” she queried. “I know I said I wouldn't go belowstairs, but chaining me up is hardly necessary. I appreciate your efforts to keep me safe.”

Something like a laugh emanated from the figure by the window. It leaned back, and she could make out long pieces of hair festooned with what looked like beads. Her stomach did a flip-flop.

“Who are you? I demand to know-“
“I don't see that you're in much of a condition to be demandin' anything, love.”

She felt as if she had swallowed a kettle of fish and they were all suddenly rebelling. She struggled to draw a breath. It couldn't be. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears well. She had finally gone mad, from the guilt and from missing Jack. Whoever the stranger was, he sounded just like Jack.

“In fact - “ at this, the figure rose, and swaggered in her direction, still between her and the blasted sun, growing hotter by the second - “the conditions are such that I, not you, should be makin' demands, in the case that demands are bein' made. Which they are, but not by you.”

Her ears were so hot they felt blistered. He was so much like Jack. She angled her head upward for a better look, and he stared down at her, seated on the floor. He suddenly bent his knees and came face to face with her.

At the sight of the bronzed skin, curling black hair, and unmistakable brown eyes boring into hers, Elizabeth's stomach turned to jelly, and she did something she had done only once before in her life - she actually fainted.
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