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Hey everyone! A longer
chapter this one, hopefully you�re not disappointed with it. The J/E action is
coming people, be patient� I keep getting tied up with small talk� But it�s all
foreplay, I assure you! Sorry bout the kragon/kraken thing � it�s been
corrected. Thanks to those who reviewed, keep �em coming! BTW: POTC is not mine. Do not sue me.

Chapter .3.

The Lady Luck,
very much borrowed without permission, gracefully cut her way through the
choppy water. She was a fine ship of modest size, fortunately built more for speed
than for holding cargo - small enough for their crew of eleven to handle. The
ocean lay out before them, empty as far as the eye could see; yet holding the
promise of danger and adventure with every new horizon.
Elizabeth was keeping
herself busy watching the needle of the compass. She couldn�t seem to keep her
eyes off it. What she wanted most was to find Jack alive and be rid of the
terrible guilt that was crushing her. Surely if Jack were truly gone, the
compass would not be guiding them so steadily onwards?
�I see you�re keeping
a rather close watch on Jack�s� interesting compass, there,� Barbossa�s
drawled. Elizabeth jumped slightly, not having heard him approach. He stopped
to stand at her side, his long fingers almost dancing as he stared hungrily
down into her hands, baring brown and yellow teeth.
�May I remind you
Barbossa,� Elizabeth deliberately left out the �Captain�, as she turned away
from him in disdain. �that what you want most in this world will have to
wait until you have yourself a ship and willing crew to return to your pirating
ways. And as promised � �
�And as promised,�
Barbossa interrupted, �you will get me a ship, if not this very �ere one, once
your precious Captain Jack is restored to ye.� He dragged his eyes away from
the compass and turned to lean against the rail. �I understand, lass. But as
ye�re more pirate than the last time I saw ya lovely face, I�ll warn ye, I
wouldn�t turn your back on this pirate.� He said, leering at her.
�Or any pirate.� She
muttered, focusing back on the compass�s needle.
Barbossa gave a
full-throated laugh in response then fixed his beady eyes on her intently,
refusing to be disregarded, suddenly became less jovial.
�And here I thought
Captain Jack was a pirate.� He looked down at the compass in her hands, then
back to her face. �It�s curious to see you endin� up with his compass, as a
matter of point.�
Elizabeth snapped the
compass shut, but didn�t back down, even as Barbossa stepped in closer.
�Jack had me use it in
order to find Will.� She stated calmly, despite suddenly feeling defensive. She
had a bad feeling that she knew where the conversation was heading. Barbossa
had an unpleasant knack for seeing through people.
�That�s not how I
heard it. The way I heard it, Jack gave you the compass to find the chest of
Davy Jones. Or am I mistaken?�
�To find Davy Jones�
chest in order to free Will, yes.� Now she was definitely on the defensive.
�Ah, but did you know
that finding the chest would bring back your Will � now your beloved husband, I
should add � or did you want to find the chest �cause Jack wanted you to? Did
you simply believe in the Captain, or were you wantin� whatever he wanted? Not
that there�s much difference� if you following my drift.� Barbossa smiled
silkily, showing his teeth again.
�I�m afraid I don�t.�
Elizabeth retorted haughtily. �But if you don�t keep your distance, you will
soon be following the drift, overboard.�
�I am captain here.�
He snarled into her face, while somehow still managing to grin. She could smell
the rum and food on his breath and had to take a step backwards.
�Only for the time
being. And a captain is only as good as his crew. And this crew is not yours,
Barbossa.�
And the crew wasn�t
his, despite the agreement to sail under his command in search of Jack. The crew
belonged to Captain Jack Sparrow still, despite his slightly� missing�state.
And the crew somewhere along the line had chosen she and Will as his
representatives. For the millionth time, Elizabeth wondered how she had ended
up here.
�I�m a pirate, Miss Swan.
I�m only tryin� to feel which way the wind�s blowin�.� Barbossa�s voice was
further away, and Elizabeth looked up to see him once again at the rail,
looking out over the ocean. �I will get ye�s to Jack. Ye won�t have to worry
about me till then, lass.�
In that moment,
Elizabeth disliked Barbossa a little less. She�d come to understand pirate men,
to� appreciate (if that word could be used!) their differences to the ordinary
breed. The men she usually associated with were civilized, dependable, trustworthy
defenders of peace and justice and a lady�s virtue. At least they appeared to
be.
She saw now that
people were not necessarily what they appeared to be � position, rank and
wealth not withstanding. At least the people aboard this ship were not pretending
to be something they were not. Here, if you were deceived, it was your own
fault for believing a liar. If you were hurt, you must learn to fight better.
There was no room for games upon a pirate ship�
�no, that didn�t sound
right�
You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. It�s
the honest ones you have to watch out for.
Jack constantly played
games. Using people, lying every time he opened his mouth, always thinking of
how to gain, or otherwise how to escape. He only thought of himself.
But he came back.
Yes, Jack had come
back. Elizabeth remembered exactly how she�d felt when she�d looked up to find
him standing over her, having thought that he would�ve been close to land by
then. She�d truly believed she�d never see him again; then suddenly there he
was.
She remembered all too
well the intense desire to throw her arms around him and never let go, knowing
that if he were there, everything would somehow work out. She remembered
wanting to kiss those expressive, sinful lips of his with passionate relief�
and pure passion.
Once the first battle
had been won, her mind had time to calm. She knew what would happen if they
stayed on The Pearl. The destruction around her was just a preview of what
was to come. Elizabeth could not let them all die, not when she knew what had
to be done�
So in the end, she had
kissed him. She knew what he tasted like now.
�Miss Elizabeth!�
Gibbs called from above, jolting her out of her reverie. �Up here, if you please!
A few degrees off and we�ll be sailin� �round in circles.�
Elizabeth glanced back
at Barbossa, now happily shouting orders to the crew. Making her way up towards
the helm, she opened the compass, relieved to see it still pointing in a
definite direction. Gibbs looked on over her shoulder
�That�s strange,� he
said, looking at the compass oddly. Gibbs pulled her hand up towards his face,
giving him a closer look.
�What�s strange?�
Elizabeth asked
�Well, it�s headin� us
slightly more eastward now.� He replied, scratching his head.
�So Jack�s�what?
Moving?!� How is that possible?
�Or floatin�,� Pintel
chimed in from behind them. Elizabeth glared at him, and he quickly returned to
work. �Just tryin� to be �elpful..� He mumbled under his breath.
Gibbs made the
necessary adjustments, while Elizabeth bit down on her full bottom lip,
thinking hard.
He�s not dead. I
don�t want to find him dead. I want to find him alive. Are you
listening, Jack�s compass?
�Get out of me way,
boy! And you � rum, and be quick about it!� Barbossa thundered from below.
Elizabeth sighed wearily.
�Remind me Mr. Gibbs,
why exactly do we need him?�
Gibbs gave a small
chuckle. �More�n likely we�ll run into some trouble along the way. Best t�ave a
captain as vicious as �e is, who knows how to give trouble back.� Gibbs paused
a moment before continuing; �And the crew needs someone to give the orders. Now
young Will�s a good man, and good with a sword, but he doesn�t exactly make men
shake in their boots now does �e?�
�Captain Jack Sparrow
is hardly terrifying!� She threw back.
�True enough. But he
has somethin�. A certain mystery to �im, I suppose.�
Elizabeth turned her
head to hide the smile. Gibbs tended to get a tad fanciful when he talked of
Jack, and he did talk of him rather often. He was obviously under Jack�s spell
- as was everyone who�d crossed his path, she suspected. You loved or hated the
crazy pirate, sometimes both. One thing you could never be was indifferent when
it came to Captain Jack Sparrow.
Elizabeth certainly
hadn�t managed it.
�It�ll be getting�
dark soon Miss,� Gibbs commented, staring out to the horizon. Sure enough, the
sky blazed burnished gold and purple. The day had passed quicker than she�d
thought. �An� I almost forgot! Ye�re on ye �oneymoon!� Gibbs didn�t notice her
flinch � but someone else did. �Congratulations, by the way Mrs. Turner. Ah,
and Mr. Turner!� Elizabeth swung around to see Will making his way over to
them. �Congratulations to ye lad! I suppose ye be wantin� to make off with ye
new wife for a while, eh?�
Elizabeth blushed, but
forced herself to look at Will. He smiled at her, but she noticed that his
handsome face seemed strained. Despite his obvious pleasure at being back at
sea, something was worrying him.
�Will,� She said,
taking his hand in hers, �is something wrong?�
Will tightened his
grip on her hand, and looked as if he were about to speak. But all he said was;
�No. No, nothing.� He
smiled now, a real smile. �Will you come and eat?�

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Crawling into her
small cot that night after such a long day, Elizabeth tried to will herself to
sleep, but found that it evaded her. Will had not insisted on joining her
tonight, for which she was grateful � for despite her restlessness, she did not
think she had the energy to refuse him if he had wished to claim what was
legally his. The looks he had been giving her, ones of longing and uncertainty,
somehow made her feel far guiltier now than the guilt she felt in her doings
with Jack.
Jack.
Elizabeth didn�t know
what would happen if � when � they found him. That was why she was
trying to figure out her feelings for him. Although, it already seemed like
everyone around her knew �which way the wind was blowing�, as Barbossa
had put it. She still remembered Commodore Norrington�s spiteful words aboard The
Pearl � right before she had opened the compass to see it point straight
at�. not Will.
The compass was a cool
and comforting weight in her hand. She didn�t want to give up the compass even for
a moment, so it stayed with her, safe. She would go above deck again in a
couple hours to make sure they were still on course.
She felt like she
would fall apart if she didn�t have it to look at. She knew why Jack prized is
so much � a compass that pointed you in the direction of what you wanted most
in the world, whatever it was. But then�
Why had Jack given the
compass to her to find the heart of Davy Jones, since it was what he had wanted
so desperately? Why hadn�t the compass worked for him then? Did it have some
terrible curse, like the Aztec gold?
Elizabeth punched her
pillow, trying to stop the flow of thoughts.
�Damn pirate� jar of
dirt� strutting around�� she muttered crossly to herself. She moved around in
the cot, trying to get comfortable.
She began to wonder if
insanity was contagious.
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