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A Good Man	By : Ladykohl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 5249 -:- 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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Title: A Good Man

Author: Kohl Lined Eyes

Rating: NC-17

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: M/F, angst, dark themes

Disclaimer: It�s all mine and I�m writing this for money... except I�m lying.

Summary: Post AWE, Captain Jack�s back... but is he the same?

Author�s Note: Hey everyone! I hope I still have some fans out there who will be interested in reading this. I�ve had some of this written for a while but haven�t been able to get around to finishing the chapter. I really like some of the dialogue and am anxious to hear what everyone thinks about it (though it is pretty short, I plan on making the next one longer)! I feel like it still needs a bit of work, so I�ll probably be editing it here and there when I find the time - but this is sort of a gesture of good faith. I�m still here and I�m still writing. Thanks for all your support!
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A Good Man

Chapter Two: Can�t Resist
�In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace�

Sophocles
Jack watched as Elizabeth made her way quietly to the rail of the ship. She had not been looking her best these past few days - and he could have sworn to whatever God existed that he had heard her retching in the early hours of the morning as he patrolled the deck. He had never known her to get sea sick and, he had to admit to himself, he was just a bit concerned. Why he was concerned for her, he would never understand... but he could not keep himself from worrying, nor could he keep himself from watching her. It wouldn�t do to have her faint right over the railing. He had had his share of jumping in to water to save her.

�She�s a beauty.� Samson, Jack�s first mate of late, said as he clapped a hand on Jack�s back. Jack laughed shortly.
�Most sirens are.� He responded. Samson laughed.
�I�ve been meaning to ask... she yours?�
Jack sighed.
�Never.� He responded. �She�s on loan, as it were.�
Samson looked over at Elizabeth and cocked his head a bit.
�Damn shame, that. She sure is a beauty.�
�Careful... better men than you have had their hearts ripped out on her account.�
Samson creased his forehead, and then looked back at Jack.

�Excuse me, Captain. I have some rigging to see to.�
Jack bowed. �By all means, have at it.� He responded with a knowing smile. Samson, surely, was less superstitious than the rest of the men onboard... but once the idea of Elizabeth being a siren was really and truly planted in his head, there was not much one could do to get it out.
Jack walked to the opposite side of the deck from where Elizabeth stood, and leaned against the wood of his ship as he looked over the sea that was his home. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his slightly overwrought nerves, but found that his nerves would have none of it. Why had he agreed to let her come aboard? He had no desire to help her nor did he have anything in the way of an idea as to how to help her. Maybe he had had some wish to make her his mistress, some inclination that she would take the title... but her presence was nothing but torture to him and all he wanted now was for her to keep her distance.
�Jack--� her voice came as a surprise, and he nearly jumped. He looked over at Elizabeth who was now standing on two very unsteady feet just a few steps away from him. He made eye contact but said nothing. Elizabeth stepped over to the rail he was leaning on and put her weight against it - obviously not feeling well. �Jack, I--�
�I�ve been wondering where my rum has gone off to...� He said teasingly - almost bitingly. �But seeing you this way leaves little doubt as to it�s whereabouts.� Perhaps it was his way of broaching the subject of her apparent illness. He would never ask her out right so as not to ever give the impression that he cared about her.
�Oh, don�t be ridiculous.� She responded with a weak stab at anger. �I�ve lost my sea legs, that�s all.�
She did look sick... pale, sunken in eyes. Close up, it was worse than Jack had thought. He ignored the worried thoughts that began to pour in.
�You�ve lost more than that by the looks of it.� He said. She turned away from him.
�I�m worried about Will.� She said quietly. Jack felt a small stab of jealousy in his chest. Will. The reason she was here. The man she loved... nothing like the pirate that stood before her. She could never love a man like him. She was too good for that. He pushed these thoughts away as well. �That�s what I wanted to talk to--�
�Have you been eating?� He asked - interrupting her.
�I haven�t been hungry.�
�You need to eat...� He said, his concern coming dangerously close to showing through. Elizabeth looked at him tiredly.
�My father�s dead, Jack.� She said. �I don�t need another.�
Jack bit down just a bit - perhaps to keep himself from saying some of the more colorful things that came to mind. It was only out of respect for the dead, and nothing to do with respect for Elizabeth, that he said none of them.
�Everyone on this ship must be useful in some way, and I find there is not much use in a person looking like death and vomiting all over my deck. In fact, I think I would go so far as to categorize that as decidedly not useful.�
�I�m not here to be of use to you.�
�Then why are you here, love?�
�To find Will.� She answered. Jack held up a ringed finger.
�Ah... To help me find Will...� He paused. �So, in essence, yes you are here to be of use to me... and if you don�t start pulling your own weight, you are of no use to me and therefore no help to me - and I don�t have much stake in a search that would find me searching for your dearly beloved on my own.�
�And why are we stopping in Aruba, Jack?�
�Because hungry men don�t make for a very good crew.�
�At least they�re sober.�
�Yes, well, depressed men don�t make for a very good crew either, pet.�
�And a drunk one doesn�t make for a very good captain, the proof of which is standing right in front of me.�

Perhaps on a different day, in different circumstances, coming from a different person... Jack could have just smiled and made an off hand comment. But on this day, the circumstances being what they were and the words having come from Elizabeth - a woman - in front of his crew... There were a great many things that Jack could bear, but having his ability to command called in to question by this wench that he hated more and more with each moment he was forced to stare at her face was not one of them.
Jack remained silent for quite a bit longer than would have allowed for comfort.
�I suppose you have derived this thinking from the fact that I let you, who is very obviously a harbinger of bad luck, on to my ship to search for a dead man?� He asked slowly.

�A harb--� Elizabeth started, and then trailed off, a worried frown settling over her face. �A dead man?�
�The Calypso you met was mild when put in contrast to the Calypso that was so feared the Brethren Court had to bound her in that integumentary corset. She was vengeful and could, on occasion, be blood thirsty. Many honest sailors and pirates alike have been lost to her fury... and if you�ll kindly recall the last time we heard from her - she seemed a bit less than happy. Do you really believe she�d spare Will?�
Elizabeth looked ever paler than before - and Jack vaguely noted, somewhere deep down past where he could really do anything about it, he did not want to hurt her.
�She has him somewhere. I know he�s still alive.� She said.
�Correction... you believe he�s still alive. Believing, while being singularly comforting to the religious and the faithful, is unfortunately not the same as knowing.�
�Why did you agree to help me if you felt that way?� She asked - tears beginning in her eyes.
Don�t cry, Elizabeth... Was floating somewhere around in his thoughts, but what he said was arguably less kind.
�Because you offered me a chance to have you, and there�s not a man on the land or in the sea who would have turned you down.� He didn�t know if he meant it or not, he only knew that he wanted to punish her for loving Will and for hating him - because she had been punishing him for loving her almost since the moment they had met.
Elizabeth held her arms rigidly at her sides while clenching and unclenching her fists.
�You... you scoundrel. You wretch. You--�
�If you even think about going with the obvious insult on this one, love, I swear I�ll shoot you.� He said with his face contorted in an expression of near disgust - no teasing evident in his voice, but rather a very deeply rooted irritation. Yes, he was a pirate... but it had become something that he extracted not just a little hint of pride from. Having the word thrown in his face as though it were some kind of insult again and again really did prove a bit grating on his nerves. He turned away from Elizabeth with a nearly drunken sway and began to swagger away from her - all but forgetting that he had been worried about her health.
�Pirate!� She called at the top of her lungs.
A moment later Jack was facing her with his arm outstretched toward her. A pistol in his hand. Elizabeth made a small gasp of surprise and jumped back a half step.
�Elizabeth,� He started as though disappointed - moving his thumb over his pistol to cock it. His eyes were focused intensely upon her face, and he�d never looked more dangerous or fierce to her than he did at that moment. �I will tell you this once, and never again... are you listenin�, love?�
Elizabeth could only nod as she stared down the barrel of his pistol. Jack�s lips pulled back in to something that barely resembled a smile, not making a move to lower his weapon.
�Contrary to one woman�s very idealistic view of who I am and what I am and am not capable of...� He continued. �I still can only be what I am... which is not concordant with her idealistic view. Her, in this instance, being you, of course.� He paused for a few moments as if to let his words sink in. �I am not your friend, I am your captain... and you�ll be needing to learn the difference between a good man... and a pirate who is capable of doing good things.�
Elizabeth finally looked up and in to Jack�s eyes, and the fear he saw there was sufficient enough evidence that she understood his meaning clearly. After another moment, Jack dropped his arm to his side, and replaced his pistol in his belt.

�You tricked me.� Elizabeth whispered as tears began in her eyes. She backed away slowly from the man who was not her friend with a slow shake of her head. �You never intended to help Will.�
Though he wasn�t sure if that was the truth or not, he did not contest it. �I�m quite baffled as to why that comes as a surprise to you.�
�I trusted you.�
�Still baffled.� He said, and then swung back around - indicating that the conversation was over.
�Will...�
�Is gone.� He said over his shoulder. �That�s anger you�re feeling. Acceptance shouldn�t be too far off.�
�I can not just accept this. I can not just forget.�
Again, Jack was facing Elizabeth in an instant - the difference was that this time he did not pull out his pistol, opting instead to reach out suddenly for her and pulled her to him forcefully by the wrist. She let out a surprised squeak.
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�What are you--� And that was all she could manage to get out before Jack�s mouth was upon hers in a bruising and not all together painless kiss. She pushed against him with all the strength she had, but his arms held her in an iron grip that threatened to squeeze the life out of her. He was pushing her back. It was four faltering steps before Elizabeth felt the press of wood from behind. Still Jack continued to plunder her mouth, roughly coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. She could taste him; could feel his body hard against hers. Could hear his labored breathing. Could smell him - the rum, the sweat, the salt. He smelled like the ocean, and he smelled like the Pearl. That scent would be forever ingrained upon her memory just as it would be forever upon Jack�s skin. It was all too much. It was as though her world had been engulfed by him. Every sense working to make sure she knew it was he who was against her mouth...
After a few more moments, Elizabeth was unable to keep struggling. He was holding her so tightly and kissing her so hard that it took enough will to keep from fainting dead away. The pain and heat of it all sent her very effectively in to a discombobulating haze that she feared would devour her alive if he didn�t stop.
And then he did.
Elizabeth swallowed and it was Jack she had to lean against for support as her knees threatened to give out from underneath her. His strong arms held her steady as her eyes met his. A fire burned there, but she knew not what emotion fueled it. Hate, anger, lust desire. Something else completely unidentifiable. It could have been anything.
�I can make you forget.� He said to her - the same fire from his eyes was in his voice as he spoke the words to her that were filled with such dark promise. And with that, he was kissing her again... but she did not struggle this time. His words swirled around in her mind and then were forgotten as the attack on her senses picked up exactly where it had left off. His hands roamed from her neck, to her shoulders, then down her arms. She clutched desperately at his waist and she found that she was kissing him back. No rational thought went in to the decision to return his attentions, she only knew that he was making her forget something that she didn�t want to remember. Pain. Sorrow. Desolation. He was making her forget all of it. Her head was empty of anything except him. She could feel nothing but his hands upon her body and his tongue dueling with her own. There was still pain - he was not gentle... but she invited it. Anything. Anything to make her forget.
And then a new sensation. Something hard and cold against her wrist...
Jack pulled away with heavy lidded eyes, and Elizabeth gasped for air. For a few confusing moments she did not know what was happening. She only knew that the warmth and the pleasant forgetting had gone away. It was terrifying to have lost it as the cold truth of reality came crashing down upon her like a rogue wave. Will. She had managed to forget about Will for a fleeting moment. She had managed to forget that he was gone. She didn�t want to remember that. She didn�t want to live in a world where she knew the man she loved was dead.
Elizabeth stared to Jack with desperation. His eyes were opened wide now as he watched her with an odd sort of curiosity. Without thinking, she reached out to bring Jack and his mouth back to her...
The clang of metal brought her securely and completely back from the haze Jack had created around her.
Her wide eyes shot down to her wrist... and there she saw the cold, hard, unforgiving metal of a manacle. She turned around suddenly and for the first time realized that she had been backed up against the main mast. She turned back to Jack - her face even paler than before, her eyes wider than he�d ever seen them. He had a cold smile upon his face, and Elizabeth felt suddenly sick.
�Sorry, love.� Jack said as he ran his fingers over her cheek. �Couldn�t resist.�
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