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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
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 6: The Brig

“Francois, you are hereby relieved as first mate. Gibbs will replace you.”

“Aye-aye.”

“Gibbs?”

“Aye, Cap'n.”

“Set sail for Port Royal.”

“Aye-aye, Jack.”

Jack turned to give everyone else a hand up from the longboats onto the Queen Elizabeth. First, Will, who shook his hand warmly, as he passed. Then, Elizabeth. Still smiting from Barbossa, she set her jaw in a hard line and would not meet his eyes, as he hauled her on board. After the others had boarded, they raised the longboat.

“Will, I need a word with you.” Jack sauntered slowly in his direction. He lowered his voice. “About Elizabeth.”

Will's jaw tightened, and a muscle jumped in his cheek. “Do what you want with her.”

Jack leaned back, a bit surprised. “Still sore, are we?”

Will could not meet his eyes, and instead stared off into the sea. “She lied. I need some time to... to come to terms.”

“I was thinking, a night or two in the brig, might work nicely.” His eyes danced as he uttered the last word.

“You'll not harm her?”

“Physically? Mentally? Emotionally?” He lowered his voice dramatically on the last word, making a pouting face.

“Physically.” Will was not in a joking mood.

Jack crossed his fingers behind his back. “'Course not.”

“And you'll release her in two days?”

“Absolutely.” Whether he killed her or forgave her, it wouldn't take long.

Jack heard the sound of Will's back teeth, grinding together. “Fine.” Will turned and walked toward the opposite end of the deck.

“Francois!”

“Oui?”

“Escort Lady E - oops, Miss Swann - to the brig.”

“Aye, Cap'n.”

“What?” Elizabeth cried, anger flashing in her eyes. “What for?”

The rest of the crew looked up from their duties to watch this scene, having been anticipating something unpleasant. Jack paused in the center of the upper deck, then turned and scanned the others on both sides of him. “Did I miss something, while temporarily deceased, or isn't the brig still where we put people who try to kill us?” The bite in his words swept the deck like a cold wave.

Every man returned immediately to his work. There was scrubbing, pulling, hoisting, with alacrity. Except for Francois, who approached Elizabeth with a somber look on his face. She reached for her sword, but it was gone. She turned her eyes back up, perplexed.

“Looking for this?” Jack dangled her sword from his fingertips, rolling it back and forth. Back and forth. “I nicked it while you were busy not looking at me, when I handed you up from the boat.”

He strode down the deck stairs. “Lock her inside and guard her from a safe distance. And don't fall asleep, or you might never wake up,” he told Francois.

“Oui. Let's go, Miss,” he said to Elizabeth, taking her elbow.

“Don't touch me. Honestly. You can't really mean to - “ She looked around the deck. “Will! Gibbs!” Both glanced at her, but went back to their activities. “Will! Do you see this? Are you going to help me? Are you daft? Will?”

“Your luck's run out, Lizzy,” Jack said as she passed, guided by Francois to the deck stairs.

* * *

Jack watched the sunset from the helm. They were on course, the weather looked beautiful, and they'd just had a rousing chorus of “A Pirate's Life for Me”. He felt better than he had in ages.

Just then he spotted something on the deck rail of interest. “Ragetti!”

“Aye?”

“Go in the smithy-box, and find me something pinchy.” He made a pinching motion with the fingers of his right hand. “And a jar.”

“Aye, Cap'n.”

When the items had been procured, and his task completed, Jack smiled. It was time for a trip to the brig.

A few moments later, Jack descended the last of the steps, observing Francois, who had lit a lantern and sat in a chair, facing Elizabeth, fixing his eyes on her calmly. What an excellent crewman, Jack thought. Elizabeth's back was to him, as she was sat on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, looking for all the world like a poor, orphaned waif.

Jack almost felt sorry for her.

Almost. She didn't see what he set down by the cell door, the jar and the metal tongs.

“Unlock it, if you please,” he asked.

“Oui.” The door was unlocked. Jack paused at the entrance.

“Leave us.”

Francois left, handing the keys to Jack, and with a nod, climbed the stairs.

They were completely alone. Jack sidled inside the cell. Elizabeth turned around to look up at him, to study him in the lantern light.

“You're looking awfully well,” Elizabeth commented from her seat next to the grate. “For a dead man.”

Jack smiled, the same smile had aboard the Pearl, an all-purpose smirk to cover whatever might be raging inside. He reached down and roughly hauled her to her feet, gripping her elbow, pulling her against him. He peered into her eyes, noting a red flush on the tops of her cheeks. Anger?

“And you're looking remarkably well, too.” He paused, running his eyes down her figure. “For a murderer.” He hauled her tighter against him, daring her to cry out, to beg mercy, to say she was glad to see him or that she was sorry. Nothing. He became aware of the curve of her breast through her shirt and vest, the warmth of her belly. He leaned closer. “Feels good... doesn't it?”

He was inwardly thrilled to see her flush deeper scarlet, and attempt to pull her elbow away, sharply.

“What?” she spat.

“Murdering. Killing Barbossa. It felt good. That's why you like it.”

She succeeded in whipping her elbow away. “I do not like it, as you keep insinuating.”

“Don't you, Lady E?”

“Stop calling me that. Barbossa's a perverted bastard, and I really don't like that name.”

“Why not?” Jack laid his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him completely. “It sounds like a fearsome pirate who succeeds in terrorizing the innocent.” He waggled his fingers at her in a spooky gesture. “Murderin' by the shipload. Killing without hesitation, delighting in the moment of... conquest.” On the final word he leaned in close, toward her mouth, and she turned her face away as she searched for a response.

“I haven't harmed anyone innocent, Jack.” She stared up at him boldly. The implication was clear.

“Not yet, love. But you will. Trust me. You're just... working up to't.”

“Oh, am I really?” Her tone was haughty.

“By that logic, then, I deserved death?” He regarded her through lowered eyelids.

“Jack,” she sighed, taking a tiny step backward, to put distance between them. “You're still alive.”

“Disappointed, love?” he said, with a laugh in his voice that did not quite reach his eyes. “That's right, you're not sorry. That's what you said.”

She did not answer, folding her arms in front of her and walking to one corner of the cell. She intended to ignore him. But he had ways around that. He fetched the jar and tongs and walked over to her as she purposefully faced the corner, away from him.

“Elizabeth, darling... do you know what this is?” He held the jar in front of her face, and he was immensely pleased to see the color drain completely from her face. She turned back to him, taking a tiny step which brought her against the wall. He had never seen her quite so white. Not even when he'd pulled her out of the water in Port Royal, nearly drowned.

Elizabeth couldn't help her reaction. Since she was a little girl, she had abhorred insects of all kinds, especially the strange tropical ones that she'd never seen in England. Particularly... those.

“It's a spider,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper.

“Not jus' any spider, Lizzy. She's got a red hourglass. That makes her a black widow.” His last two words seemed to echo in the cell, and Elizabeth felt as though her blood were turning to ice.

He uncorked the jar.
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