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When the Rum Runs Out	By : Ladykohl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 8483 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Part I
- 2-Part II
- 3-Part III
- 4-Part IV
- 5-Part V
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Title: When the Rum Runs Out

Author: Kohl Lined Eyes

Rating: NC-17

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: M/F, angst, dark themes

Disclaimer: Indeed.

Summary: Post AWE, Captain Jack Sparrow returns to Port Royal, and not even rum can numb the pain. Nothing can help him forget...

Author�s Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I appreciate every word:
howlongmustiwait: Thank you for being my first review. I am very glad you enjoyed the first chapter. Hopefully this next one does not let you down!
sparrows_swann: I appreciate the fact that you said I am keeping Jack and Elizabeth in character. Honestly, that it is a major concern of mine as Jack is one of the hardest characters I have ever had the pleasure of trying to write for. I hope I can keep doing a good job at it.
rejerito: Thanks for reviewing. The wait�s over!
heartjd: I�m glad you like the darkness and the angst... let�s just hope you feel the same way at the end of the story. This chapter isn�t extremely sad as I�m establishing a relationship between the two main characters (and since I don�t want this story to be very long, I have to do it relatively quickly), but it only gets angstier and more sad from here...
DesiringPirates Glad to see another author commenting on my story. Just to show my appreciation - here is another chapter to feed your addiction :-)
Nessa: Glad you chose to review my story and tell me you liked it! I hope you keep reading :-)
I give you all, part II...

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When the Rum Runs Out

Part II
�The angel answer'd, "Nay, said soul; go higher! To be deceived in your true heart's desire Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!"
John Hay

�Tell me you love me, Jack...�
The words repeated in Jack�s mind over and over again as he rowed steadily toward Port Royal in the crisp air of night. He ignored the ache in his chest and stared unwaveringly at the wall that started it all - just as his compass had pointed unwaveringly in it�s direction four months before. He hated that wall now... hated what it had started, hated what it had done to him. He blamed it for all his pain and trouble - which would have been a lovely holiday from blaming himself save that the direction of blame did nothing to dull his pain or erase his trouble...
�Tell me you love me, Jack...�
�You know I wont.�
Jack took in a deep and unsteady breath as he attempted to keep his body from shaking. As he tried to push the memory down to the deepest abyss of his mind, another thought struck him. A thought that was unfortunately equally as painful as it�s predecessor in which he immediately attempted to shut out... but coming face to face once again with the lesson he had learned quite securely in recent weeks, he knew that he could not shut something out just because it hurt him. He could not shut something out to make it go away.
The thought, then, merely intensified, and he was unable to think much else...
The last time he had rowed these waters, he had been leaving with Elizabeth and the promise of adventure with her at his side.
The realization was a harsh one which served to effectively compound his grief and desolation. Things were much different now... for this time as he rowed through the blue water of Port royal, he was returning with nothing but a broken heart that he was about to crack in two so that another bloke might have a piece of it...
FOUR MONTHS EARLIER

In the end, it was one decision that brought Jack�s Sparrow�s life spiraling downward until it shipwrecked in the cold harsh torrents of the ocean...
And it had not been a decision he had made.
It had been Elizabeth who had agreed to leave Port Royal and join Jack and his crew aboard his ship. It had been Elizabeth who decided to leave behind everything she had ever known at the request of a pirate whom she barely knew, and whom she couldn�t possibly have trusted. Jack knew she thought herself mad; could see it in the rigid and silent way she sat aboard the long boat as Jack rowed them away from her life. He could see her blank and shadowed face from underneath her fashionable little bonnet that protected her perfect fair skin from letting the sun to her what it had done to him. He watched her cautiously, fearful that she would change her mind at any moment. Her decision had been made in haste. It had been rash... she�d soon be realizing that, and she�d scream at Jack to turn about.
But she never did. She never even glanced backward.
He didn�t know what he was doing. Even now with Elizabeth in his long boat, with his purpose for being here fulfilled, he was still questioning his plan. So he had her. What now? What would this mean for him - for the him that was exactly one half of them? He knew he felt something toward her that he shouldn�t have, otherwise he would have not come for her, but to what end? Did he simply care for her because he saw something inside her that undeniably reminded him of himself... or was it something more than that? And if it was, would she allow him to express it properly? She may have agreed to come with him, but he had no doubt that her heart was still in Will�s hands and she had shown no sign of reciprocating Jack�s feelings. And here he was taking her away from him. Why? Why had she agreed to come?
It was a conundrum... and one fit for Jack Sparrow at that.
�... Having thoughts of the precedented variety, are we?� He finally asked - giving in to his paranoia while also trying to appear unconcerned with her answer, breaking the silence between the two of them. Elizabeth kept her eyes shadowed from him but turned her head just slightly more in his direction.
�If I were having second thoughts,� She started. �I�d have voiced them by now.� Her words were firm and resolute. She meant to see her decision through and would not be turning back now. He had her. At least for now... and, for now, that was all that mattered.
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Jack walked out on deck before the sun had completely risen, as was his custom. One thing he always tried to make sure of was that he was the last person asleep, save for the night watchman, and the first person to wake. One mutiny aboard the pearl was one mutiny too many, and she had already surpassed that quota. Men couldn�t talk betrayal when the captain was around, and they couldn�t talk betrayal when they were asleep. No one could ever say that a man who slept with a pistol near his head was unnecessarily trusting of others...
And with that thought in mind, Jack was stopped mid step on his way relieve the night watchman from the helm by a very unexpected surprise. One that nearly, for one of the few times in his life, took his breath away.
There she was again. The angel he had seen for the first time in Elizabeth�s bedroom. She had her back to him, the same as before, as she leaned on her elbows over the railing of the ship - outlined by the blue and white glow of the brimming morning. She wore the same dress as she did the day before... but this time as she gazed out over the view before her, her hair was flowing uninhibitedly down her back in a beautiful disarray of curls, a bare foot peaked out from underneath her dress... and there were no walls to surround her and hold her in. No roof to keep her from touching the sky. She looked at home. Jack could not hold back the smile that played across his face as he knew he was witnessing Elizabeth�s rebirth in the emerging sunlight.

She was free.
And then... then she did something that did take his breath away. She turned her head back to where Jack could see her face. She did not seem surprised to see him standing there... and as the wind played with her hair causing it to lap across her face, she smiled. A small smile but one that conveyed only the sincerest contentment. A smile that lit up her face better than a thousand candles could have. She was the most beautiful thing he�d ever seen... and he�d seen a lot of beautiful things.
She did not say anything, electing instead to tell him silently that she knew she had made the right decision. That she was grateful to him for storming in to her life, knocking her servant unconscious (which she had been a bit perturbed about), and taking her away. She was thanking him for something so simple as giving her the opportunity to walk barefoot during sunrise.
�You�re welcome.� Jack said in his usual tone that sounded as though he had something to brag about. Elizabeth smiled at him for a moment longer and then turned away - back toward the sea that was her new backyard. He swayed over to her and leaned over the rail next to where she stood. �Like what you see?�
Elizabeth looked over at him - her eyes flickering briefly from his face, to his torso, and then back to his face.
�Present company excluded.� She responded cheekily, then looked back at the ocean to enjoy the view. Jack smiled a bit and then turned around, leaning backwards on his elbows raking over the deck with his eyes. He returned his gaze to Elizabeth after he had sufficiently convinced himself nothing was amiss with his ship.
�No regrets then?� He asked. Elizabeth squinted over the Caribbean water, and then sighed.
�I regret many things...� She started, and then shook her head slightly. �But I�ll never regret this view.�
Jack smiled slightly.

�Nor will I.� He responded as Elizabeth watched as the last bit of night faded away - his eyes only watching her.
***

Jack manned the helm and guided his ship over the smooth water. Beautiful weather they were enjoying as of late. It made him wonder as to when their luck would change in that respect. He looked down at the compass that he held in his free hand hoping that it would tell him where to go in order to steer clear of storms and other unpleasant ocean hazards... so, of course, it came as no surprise to him when all it did was spin halfway around once, and then point at Elizabeth who was busy assisting the crew in the rigging. As she was the only one who wore a dress out of the lot of them, she was quite easy to spot... and quite amusing to behold...
Though apparently not to Gibbs as he eyed her warily.
�Not to be questioning yer judgment, Cap�n,� He started as he approached Jack to his side. Jack snapped his compass shut immediately. �But I still hold true to the fact that it�s bad luck having a woman onboard...�
�That�s not not questioning my judgment. In fact it most decidedly is the opposite.� Jack turned his head to face him and then flinched a little as though he had not been expecting to see the man actually standing next to him.
�Well, yes, but--�
�You see, Mr. Gibbs... a woman can only be bad luck on the sea if she is not bad luck on land, which she isn�t, and since the Pearl is mostly on the sea and not land - well, surely you can see where I�m going with this.�
�Aye, Jack.� Gibbs responded heartily as he nodded, and then slowly his face melted in to confusion. �... So, she�s not bad luck on land and so would have to be bad luck on the sea?�
Jack feigned confusion at this with a furrow in his tanned forehead.
�What are you prattling on about?� He asked. �Sometimes I wonder why I bother trying to explain things to you at all.�
Gibbs shook his head, realizing he should have known better than to question something Jack did and expect to get a coherent response from him.
�I have a bad feeling about this in the depths of my stomach.� He said. Jack swayed in his face.
�Could be the fish you had last night, mate.�
Gibbs took a deep and almost exasperated breath.
�Maybe you ought to be thinking about why she decided to leave that life of hers behind to be coming here.� He started in an eerie tone that was his way when telling dark stories or giving warning. �There�s more reason to it than you think. A woman�s always got �er reasons.�
With that, Gibbs walked away - leaving Jack to stare quite pensively at Elizabeth. Though he did not really believe in all that superstition as he had had a woman on a ship many times before (and in more ways than one) and had enjoyed nothing but the best of luck in most instances... he did think that something in Gibbs� words had rang true. Women always had their reasons. She had agreed to come with him relatively quickly. He, being Jack Sparrow, had thought it just because he offered her freedom - something she had never had before. Now, however, thanks to his paranoid first mate, he had to wonder...
Was there something else?
***
Jack approached Elizabeth as she peered over the railing at the approaching horizon with a contented smile. He laughed slightly to himself as he came to stand just behind her.
�Taken a liking to this spot, I see.� He spoke as he leaned in to her, his chin very nearly touching her shoulder. He felt her tense just a bit at the intrusion and he frowned a bit.
�Yes.� She responded laconically.
�But not to your captain, ey?� He asked as he leaned in a bit more, brushing her hair aside and over her back so that he could see her neck. He was so close to pressing his lips to the soft skin, but Elizabeth pulled away to the side and swung around to face him. Her eyes shot bullets at him and he almost ducked for cover.
�What do you think you are doing?� She asked. Jack glanced around and unconsciously began to twist at one of the tiny plaits in his beard.
�Initiating friendly conversation?� He asked almost nervously.
Elizabeth scowled.
�Well, I�ll thank you not to be quite so friendly.� She said curtly as she replaced her hair back over her shoulder. At that moment, Jack�s eyes caught sight of something glinting in the sunlight. He creased his forehead and without warning reached out to grab Elizabeth�s hand before she had time to move away from him.
�What...� He started as he examined the ring on Elizabeth�s finger. �Is that?� She tried to pull her hand away, but Jack�s grip on her tightened as a very sharp pain shot through his chest. He yanked her forward a bit and met eyes with a furious glare that surpassed her own. She seemed to cower a bit at the sight, and swallowed.
�It was a... a gift. From my father.� She answered falteringly. Jack squeezed her hand tighter.
�I happen to know that young women, such as you find yourself being, do not wear gifts from their fathers on that finger... unless there was more to your relationship with governor Swann than you let on.� Elizabeth said nothing - the fear quite evident in her eyes. Finally Jack released her and she staggered backward a bit as she rubbed her wrist. �How long have you and the boy been married?� He demanded, not caring that he had hurt her.
Elizabeth did not answer.
�How LONG?� He barked at her. She jumped a bit.
�... Two months.� She responded quietly, her eyes on the floor. Jack clenched his jaw against the emotions that crashed against him in cold waves. Why hadn�t he suspected? Why had he been so blind? What had he been thinking?
�Then it�s one more adventure on the Pearl with funny ol� Jack before setting up home and hearth with the boring hubby, is it?� He asked darkly. Elizabeth looked up at him in wary resignation.
�What did you expect, Jack? That you and I would sail off in to the sunset and live happily together for the rest of our lives?�
Jack said nothing at first... because, really, what had he expected? Nothing. He had expected nothing, because he had not thought that far ahead. Jack was rarely one to act without a plan or careful consideration unless the situation called for it, so this was rather new territory for him. So, he could hardly be blamed for being unable to think of anything better to do than grabbing Elizabeth by the forearm and pulling her to him in a searing kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against his just as they had been the first and only time he had done this. The time it ended with him at the bottom of the ocean...
Elizabeth pulled away.
�How dare you?� She panted. �I�m a married woman!�
Jack only smiled at her dangerously as he held her body to his.
�Didn�t stop you from leaving your married man all by his lonesome with naught but his sword for company.� He said before he claimed her mouth as his once more. She struggled a bit at first, but soon her body relaxed in Jack�s arms. His hands slid up her body to hold her face as he kissed her with more passion than he had ever believed himself capable of. Which was saying something. After a moment, he felt soft hands holding his wrists - but not pulling at them... and he realized that the angel he was pressed against was kissing him in return.
Elizabeth�s soft warm tongue caressed Jack�s in a slow pleasurable dance. He could not hold back the groan that escaped him - not that he had wanted to. Finally, after so long of dreaming of this moment, of nearly tasting it, of wanting it more than anything... she was in his arms and he was upon her lips - and no one was about to be chained to a mast.
Husband or not, for that moment... she belonged to him.
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