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The Evil Lady E	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 5995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: It's A Wonderful Death

“Jack Sparrow.”

The eerie, whispered words echoed in his brain.

“Jack... Jack Sparrow.”

No, he mentally answered them. I want to die. Leave me to die in peace.

“I can't do that, Jack, not yet.” Still distant, soft reverberations in his head.

She killed me, he told the voice. All was still blackness.

“I know, Jack. Listen now.”

I can't hear anything, I'm dead.

“You're only dead if you won't listen to me, Captain Sparrow.”

At the sound of his proper title from the deep voice, Jack felt some of the fog clear his brain. Fine. Talk. Not that it'll do me any good. I've been murdered.

“Jack, you've come to a difficult place. I know it's not easy. But there's a chance you can go back.”

Where am I? Is this hell?

The voice seemed to laugh. Jack felt oddly weightless, and he couldn't seem to open his eyes, or lift his hands. It was dark, but he wasn't frightened.

“Jack, there were things you were meant to do in your life.”

Yes, like see my fiftieth birthday.

“More than that, Jack... you're a man of great intelligence, and strength. You're needed in the world.”

Find Lizzy and tell her that, why don't you?

“If you could tell her that yourself, would you?”

I can't say I ever want to see her again. So no.

“I can't give you that, Jack. There's something you need to do.”

I'm through doin'. I drowned.

“Jack, there are things you need to see. Things that will happen if you die.”

Such as? More rum for the rest of them?

“No, Jack. Worse. I'm going to show you, and you must watch.”

I guess I haven't got anything better to do, have I?

“Watch, Jack.” The voice faded, and suddenly Jack could see again.

He was outside Tia Dalma's hut - above, actually - and there were candles all around. By the force of thinking, he moved closer, and then he was inside the roof.

“If there were anything that could be done,” Will was saying. “Anything to bring him back. Would you do it?”

Elizabeth seemed frozen to her chair, clutching a mug of tea. She did not answer. The others did, and she was the last. “Yes,” she said, ever the politely spoken lady.

Liar, Jack thought. Then he saw Tia saying something - what devilry was she up to now? - and then he saw who was walking, heavily, down the stairs.

Barbossa! That bastard's supposed to be dead. What's the witch been doing?

He turned his eyes to Will, who was eyeing Barbossa suspiciously. Don't do it, Will. Don't trust him. Don't trust her, either. He saw the young man sigh, setting his cup of tea aside. Poor Will. He would not understand. And he would never know what a dangerous woman he'd married.

Just like that, he was floating out of there and it faded.

Now he was high above the ocean, and there were two ships beneath him. One was sinking... the mast fallen, holes blown in it, a fire claiming what was left of the deck. The other - flying pirate colors, he saw - had captured the crew and had them lined up, facing the pirate captain pacing in front of them in a red vest and breeches with billowing white sleeves. As he got closer, he saw the captain's hat, a black three-cornered, with a tawny ponytail escaping from the back. He moved closer to listen.

She was stopped in front of a young man who blubbered helplessly, looking down at the deck.

“Please, Lady E... take our cargo, lock us up...b-but I want to see me wife and son again. P-please. I've ne'er harmed you. The battle's yours. Just let us live. We'll sit in the brig, we'll be no trouble, I promise.”

She approached the young sailor, bending her knees slightly to peer into his face. “You're afraid to fight me, sailor?”

The young man hesitated, unsure what to say. He coughed out a sob. “N-no. I mean, y-yes, Lady E, anyone'd be afraid to fight you.”

“Shhh, it will be all right,” she said then, smiling, stroking his cheek with her hand. “Relax, now, it's going to be okay.”

The young man dropped his eyes to the deck and nodded shakily.

Then she withdrew her dagger and plunged it into his neck, cutting his throat, spilling his blood on the deck. The other crewmen gasped, one fell to his knees, an old man. “My son!” he cried. Another began to cry.

Brutally she yanked the dagger back, and the young man's body fell limply to the deck. She extended her arm, holding the bloody point out in front of each man's face in turn, walking before them.

“There is nothing I despise more than cowardice. A coward is the lowest form of life. I killed my first coward when I was twenty, and I've killed a hundred since.”

The captured crewmen seemed to quake even more, and one or two stared blankly into space, seeing their doom before them.

I don't want to see this, Jack thought, wondering if the voice could hear him.

“You must,” it answered.

“Here's their anchor, Lady E,” said the first mate, approaching the captain. A number of crewmen struggled behind them, carrying the anchor.

“Good,” she said. “Bind their feet and hands, and wrap their ankles in the rope. Then drop the anchor.” She turned and walked up the deck steps to the helm, seemingly deaf to the cries and pleas of the captured crewmen.

“No, Lady E. Please! Have mercy! Have mercy on us!”

Jack shut the horrific images out, unable to listen to the men's cries any more. Make it stop.

Then he was high above a town. A port town, from the looks of it, right on the blue Caribbean. It was a beautiful day, the sun shone brightly, and he was above the top of a tower. Port Royal, he realized. He had been there. He had fallen from that tower.

Now, as he watched, a woman walked slowly toward it. Elizabeth, he realized. She wore the same man's clothes as in the previous vision, but she wore no hat and her hair blew free. He also noticed her feet were bare.

As she came closer he could see her face. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her face lined, too old for the rest of her. She couldn't be more than thirty. She carried an empty bottle in her hand - rum, he suspected - and as she walked, she tossed it forcefully against the stone wall. It shattered. She blew through him like he was a puff of smoke, headed for the stone ledge that dropped off into the sea. She stopped in front of it, looking down.

No, Jack thought. I can't watch this. Anything but this.

Her hair blew in the breeze, reflecting the golden sunlight. Then she put one foot, followed by the other, on the stone ledge.

Don't, love. Be careful, you'll fall. He tried to warn her, knowing full well she couldn't hear, knowing also that she intended to put herself in danger.

Elizabeth inched her toes closer to the precipice, tilting her chin down to glance at the rocks and raging surf below. Then she looked up, and he saw in her eyes the same hard, determined glimmer he remembered from the deck of the Pearl.

She turned her head to the side, and he felt as though she were looking at him. Or through him, as the case may be.

“Goodbye, Jack,” she said. And jumped, bending her arms behind her in a swan dive as she fell, rapidly, to the sea.

What's happened to her? Why is she like this? Jack begged the voice.

“She's consumed with hatred, Jack. So much that it hardens her to everything else.”

Hatred? She still hates me?

“No, Jack. She hates herself, for what she's done to you. It's been her own, terrible secret all these years. The pain has taken over. It's made her a monster...this evil 'Lady E'.”

Still a secret? What about Will?

Silence.

What about Will? What happens to Will?

Silence.

Tell me. I have to know.

It was light again, and Jack was witnessing a battle at sea. Only one ship this time, and swords drawn and clanging wildly as apparently a mutiny had broken out.

“Barbossa!” Will marched through Jack, and toward the man he named, who had drawn his sword as well and was smiling, evilly.

No, Will, he's a master, Jack pleaded silently. Don't do it. You can't win this fight.

“You've gone back on your word,” Will spat out angrily. “Now we've lost Jack forever. But you're going to join him.”

“Come now, you can't blame me for Jack's death. Jack elected to stay behind. He was a fool.”

“He was a good man, and we could have saved him, if you'd kept your promise to us and Tia.”

“Actually Tia... told me something interesting I thought you should know,” Barbossa taunted, crossing a few steps in front of Will. “She said she had a vision. A vision where Jack was chained to that doomed ship.”

“Chained?”

“Yes, chained. Shackled to the mast, as a matter of fact. Right after our darling Elizabeth bid him a sweet, sad goodbye. Isn't that odd? Isn't that . . .funny?”

Will seemed to freeze, glancing right and left at the ground, as though he fought to remember what he had blocked out from that fateful day on the Pearl.

“Ask her if it's not true,” Barbossa said, widening his eyes, his lips pulled back in a sneer, his chin lifted. “Go on, ask her. I dare you. I'm simply dying to know.” He laughed cruelly.

Will seemed to fight an inner battle, still holding his sword to Barbossa, looking across the deck to Elizabeth. A fight was taking inching her backward toward them, and she battled the man skillfully. Jack observed that her skill with a sword had surpassed even Will's in a short time. She was bloody dangerous.

She finished the man with a cutting blow to the neck, then spun in anticipation of her next foe. She came to find Will right behind her, still pointing the sword at Barbossa, but fixing his gaze on her with tears in his eyes.

“Did you do it?” he asked quietly, barely audible over the din of the battle.

“Did I...” Elizabeth panted, her breathing unsteady from the exertion. “Did I what?”

“Did you kill Jack?”

Elizabeth stared as though broadsided, her mouth open in partial shock.

Will's face seemed to contort as he touched his fingers to his forehead, gaining control after a moment, then turning back to Elizabeth. “Did you do it? Did you chain him to the Pearl so he couldn't escape?”

Elizabeth, temporarily struck dumb, took a deep, shaking breath. Jack saw her eyes filling with tears.

Will's patience snapped and he dropped his sword hand to his side. In two steps he was right in front of Elizabeth, grasping her shoulders with both hands, looking desperately into her face. He began to shake her as he spoke, his voice growing louder with desperation and rage. “Did you do it? Is that why you kissed him? Did you do it? Did you kill Jack? Did you kill Jack, did you kill Jack, did you? Did you - ?”

“YES!” Elizabeth finally cried, the word one long, drawn-out sob. “Yes!” She crumbled helplessly to the deck. “Yes! I killed him, I did it, I...” and she broke off, sobs wracking her body. Will watched her collapse, too numb to act, barely aware of Barbossa behind him.

“So you see, my boy, you can still try to kill me for breaking my word. But not as Jack's murderer. You've got Lady E here, to thank for that.”

The metallic twinge of Barbossa's sword rang through the air as he flung it in Will's direction.

“You bastard,” Will said and lifted his sword again. They began to fight, but it was clear to Jack that the fight had gone out of Will. He seemed tired, his thrusts a second too late, his blocks too sloppy.

It was the fight of a man who had lost all hope. The fight of a man who just learned that he loved a murderer.

Come on, Will, Jack urged. Don't let him win.

But it was too late. Barbossa knocked the sword from Will's hand with a blow to the wrist. In the space of a heartbeat, he had drawn back and plunged his sword straight into Will's heart.

No! Jack silently cried. No. But even as he watched the crimson stain spread across Will's shirt, he recognized the expression on his face. Peaceful. Accepting. Like he wanted to die.

Then everything went black.
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