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Chapter .6.

She could see him. He
was real, he was alive, and he was here.
She watched him toss
the bound Commodore over, and then swing gracefully aboard himself. She stood,
unable to move, as the cheering crew welcomed him back. They touched him; slapping
him on the back, shaking his hand. Making sure he was real. Who could blame
them? He had died at least twice in the short time she had known him. He was
more legend than man now, even to those who knew him.
Elizabeth had almost
forgotten how effervescent he was. How colourful he was; how alive. How easily
he infused that life into those around him.
At the moment though,
despite her excitement and relief, she didn�t feel that vicarious life � that
light � extend towards her.
He didn�t look at her,
didn�t seem to notice she was there. Right there, so close to him.
She was too shocked,
too frightened to speak. If she spoke, he would be forced to notice her, and
she wasn�t sure she was ready for him.
Or worse, he could
decide not to notice her.

A loud crunching noise came from beside her. Tearing her eyes away from
the scene before her, she saw Barbossa standing there, an ever-present apple in
his hand.
�Told you I�d get him back for ya lass,� He said, and tore back into the
apple.
�You didn�t get him back. You�ve done nothing the entire voyage!�
Barbossa laughed.
�I�ve had a great time ter think, I �ave, Mrs. Turner.�
Elizabeth noticed that Gibbs was ordering the men below, to� fetch their
belongings? But of course. The Interceptor was the fastest ship in the
sea, now that The Black Pearl was no more.
�Would yer like to know what exactly it is that I�ve been thinkin� on,
lass?� Babossa asked smoothly, with only a hint of laughter.
�Why ever would I want to know what goes on inside that head of yours�?�
She replied, though distractedly. Jack � Jack! � was keeping his pistol
trained on the traitor Norrington, while yelling instruction wildly left and
right. Navy sailors were beginning to make there way over onto the Lady Luck,
under close supervision by their crew.
They out number us two-to-one�
Can we really be pulling this off? How the HELL did he end up on The
Interceptor? Jack, please, look at me� I�m so sorry�I lied�
�You
should know what I�m thinkin�, as it concerns you more than it does me.�
�What
are you talking about?� She almost hissed, annoyed that he was still there.
�Too
many kings, not enough subjects. Or perhaps, not enough queens, to go
�round...� Barbossa chuckled.
She
just looked at him, confused.
�A
lot of unfinished business, too much is left unresolved� You got me, delightful
scallywag that I am; Captain Jack, the Commodore over there � who I assume will
be our guest for at least a little while longer � and then you got the boy yer
�usband, all on the one ship.�
Oh.
Oh.
��Now you�re getting it!� He clapped her on
the back, hard, and cackled gleefully. �The games have only just begun, missy.
Wouldn�t have missed this for a whole un-cursed chest full �a gold!�

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��Will, my boy!�
Will dropped the sack
he carried onto The Interceptor�s deck, and turned to Jack. It was so
good to see him � the pirate looked exactly as he remembered. Dark, swaggering,
and looking as though he was listening to voices that only he could hear.
Although it had only really been a couple of weeks since they had left him to
battle the kraken alone, Will had expected them to find him looking a little
more� munched on.
�How�s my favourite
eunuch, eh? And what�d ya think of me new ship!? Pretty pretty�� Jack cooed at
the ship, rubbing a hand along the shining wood of the stair in a loving
gesture. �She�s not my Pearl, but she does have a certain something��
��A certain� stolen quality? You just like her
because she�s not yours, Jack.� Jack slowly moved his gaze from the ship back
to him, and Will noticed how the pirate�s eyes flashed gold in the afternoon
light.
You
just like her because she�s not yours.
Those words hit close
to Will�s heart. Had he meant to say it? He�d been referring to the ship, but�
The memory of the kiss he had seen, his Elizabeth wrapped in a
passionate embrace with Jack Sparrow, was seared into his brain, and had
haunted his dreams more than once. Even now that she was his wife, the
uncertainty had only deepened. Things were so strange between them � but
perhaps it was his own hesitant behaviour that was making things awkward between them.
He longed to hold her, kiss her, make love to her as her husband � but the way
things were, he didn�t want to push.
Jack didn�t know that
he had seen them, he was sure of it � his face showed neither guilt nor
gloating. Will longed to tell Elizabeth, to question her about it, but found he
wasn�t able to. Every time he went to speak of it, he found he couldn�t form
the words. He was too afraid of the answer. Of losing her.
If there were
something between them, he would notice now that Jack was back.
�We�ve been on her
before, remember?� Will said after a moment, putting a friendly smile back on
his face.
�She wasn�t mine,
then. But I�ve stolen her twice now � I think she likes me.� The pirate
grinned.
Will gave a small
laugh in response, but it sounded hollow and strained.
He�s a friend. I won�t ask. It was just one kiss, it didn�t have to mean
anything�Stop it, Will Turner!

He picked up a knotted
piece of robe and began winding it round his arm.
�Jack? How did you�
the kraken, how�?� He tried to ask, curious.
�How did I escape the
jaws of a giant tentiacled beastie and my own certain death? How could a mere
mortal possibly face such odds, only to come out unscathed, and possibly even
more devastatingly, devilishly handsome than any one man has the right to be?�
Jack took a breath to continue, obviously about to recount some incredible
tale, when he suddenly stopped, eyes fixed on something behind Will. He turned
to see what is was.
His heart seemed to
skip a beat, as it always did when she caught him by surprise. She was so
beautiful; blazing honey eyes, long, sun-kissed hair, full mouth made to drive
a man to distraction. The too-large men�s clothing only seemed to enhance her
loveliness, and reflected her inward strength and courage.
And, as always, the
sight of her did not make him feel proud that she was his, not comforted or
content. Whenever he was reminded of her brilliance as he was now, he always at
first felt slightly lacking, as though he wasn�t enough.
And maybe he wasn�t.
Not for her.
She only spared him a
glace before her eyes locked on Jack. She moved forward, slowly, as if she
didn�t want to but was compelled by something. Her gorgeous deep eyes were wide
and wary. Will wondered what she saw, when she looked at the pirate.
Jack didn�t look much
different than she did. His eyes were wide, but then drew into dark slits as
she drew closer. He seemed to consider her, whether she would bite or not.
Surely, Will thought, if there was something behind that kiss, they would not
act to guarded towards each other?
�Yes, how did you do
it, Jack?� Elizabeth asked, her voice quiet, and somehow� anxious. She now
stood beside him.
The two stared at each
other, and an intense moment seemed to pass between them. Will felt her arm
tremble against his, as he looked back and forth between them.
He�d been about to
die, sacrificing himself for their safety� She probably just wanted to say
goodbye, say thank you� Will
told himself for the hundredth time. Still, his heart clenched at the sight of
them so close, staring at each other. He didn�t seem to exist in that moment,
for them.
�Elizabeth,� The name
was drawn out, as though the pirate was tasting the word, rolling it around in
his mouth. Jack�s eyes no longer sparkled golden mischief, but had turned to
dark, smouldering pools.
The damn pirate had no right to smoulder
like that at his wife!
A desperate
possessiveness built on dread made him put his arm around Elizabeth, and
suddenly the moment had passed. Elizabeth looked up at him, and gave him a
shaky, forced smile, which he didn�t have the strength to return.
Jack was his old self
in a flash, smiling at them and swaying where he stood.
�I will tell you how!�
He sang, with a flourish of his hand. �But then you already know��
�My bet�s on the
monster that had the misfortune to swallow ye getting a nasty case of
indigestion and threw ye miserable carcass back up!� Barbossa snarled as he
walked past them with the screeching monkey.
�Bugger off you bastard��
Jack growled back from the corner of his mouth, not looking at him. He smiled
at them and continued; �As I was saying, I escaped because of the simple fact
that I am, Captain. Jack. � �
�Sparrow� We know.�
Will and Elizabeth finished for him, grinning despite themselves. Had they
expected anything less?
�Jack, there�s
something I�d meant to say. That is�� Will didn�t quite know how to say it,
though he�d thought about it often. �I�m� I�m sorry. For leaving you there,
with The Pearl. I� None of us should have left you to face it alone.�
Jack looked taken aback, and gestured for him to stop, but Will had to apologise. Some of the
crew were milling around them, backing him up. Even if the kraken had only been
after Jack, he was their Captain; they should have stayed and fought by his
side. They all felt that way. �Please forgive me, all of us, for abandoning
you. You stayed to give us a chance at escape, and we were not worthy of it.
You are our Captain, and we will follow you down to Davy Jones� locker, if that
is where you lead us. � There were cheers and grumbled �aye!�s from the crew.
Jack looked as though he had tasted something sour.
�Will�!� Elizabeth
tugged at his arm, and he looked back at her. She looked upset. He gave her a
questioning look, but then Jack spoke;
�My dear Mr. Turner,
such a moving speech� Such loyalty,� His gaze turned to Elizabeth, and he gave
her a crooked smile. That smile, such a strange one � but then, everything
about Jack was strange � seemed to cause Elizabeth to lighten her grip on him.
What�?

Jack was extending his
hand to him, eyes once again full of mischief.
�Believe me son, there
is absolutely nothing at all for you to be sorry for.� As Will took his
hand, the pirate�s face grew thoughtful. �Besides, you�re little wifey here
would never forgive me if you died on my watch. And she�s almost as good a
swordsman as you now!�
Will had to laugh.
�She is! Wait� How did
you know we were married?� he asked.
�The Commodore and I
had some time to chat, him being my hostage an� all. Congrats, bye the way.
Sorry ye had to chase after my sorry self instead of enjoying a quiet
honeymoon, an� all that.�
,A quiet, relaxing honeymoon, with
Elizabeth all to myself� How nice that would have been.
�And I�ll assume you�ll explain to me later
the reason for Barbossa�s ah� presence? Probably a very good and complicated
reason involving a life-and-death situation, yes?�
�Yes, Jack, just give us some time to catch
out breath, will you!?�
�A�right� but it better be good�� Jack
grumbled, pulling a face up at where Barbossa stood by the wheel.
�What are we going to
do with Norrington?� Elizabeth suddenly spoke.
��I suppose the Commodore should be moved to a
more� um, secure, location,� They all looked over at the Norrington, still
bound by his feet and hands, sprawled in the middle of the deck. �But I do
enjoy the idea that at any moment he may be swept overboard.� Jack sighed,
relishing the thought. �Mr. Gibbs!� He called, and the man was there in an
instant.
�Aye, Captain!� he
panted.
�Move that,� Jack
pointed at Norrington, �to the brig. Find a chair, and try to tie him up with
some of that rope we �ave that�s really itchy, if you please.�
�Yes sir!� Gibbs
grinned.
After a look at
Elizabeth that went unnoticed, he followed the older man towards their captive.
�Need some help?� he
asked.
Gibbs nodded, as he
hauled the Commodore up. �Aye lad, grab �is feet for me.� He grunted.
�I am perfectly
capable of walking..� Norrington put in, but with obvious effort.
The usually so composed man was not
in very good shape. There was dried blood on the side of his head, and he
looked completely drained. God knows had long it had been since he had had food
and water. Will felt his sympathy stir, only to push it away.
The man had betrayed
them all, in the worst way.
Will grabbed the man�s
legs and the two of them made their way towards the stairs leading below deck.
As they did, he noticed them standing by the ship�s rail.
Elizabeth. Jack.
They were haloed by the
setting sun. Those glowing, exotic creatures � surely they weren�t his closest
friend in the world? They seemed so apart from the busy movement around them,
so alone, together.
He wasn�t imagining
it, then. There was something.
And it hurt.
But how much was
there? One kiss? A hundred, while he had been away? No� No, Elizabeth wouldn�t
do that. Jack wouldn�t.
Probably.
He watched as one
delicate hand reaching out towards the other man, watched it tremble. Pain was
written all over that sculptured face.
He watched as Jack
moved away from her, stepping backwards. The way he way looking at her � Will
wasn�t sure what is was. It was so intense, but it wasn�t quite lust, not love,
nor pain.
He didn�t know what it
was.

�Come
on, I�m not as young as I was!� Gibbs huffed.

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��Jack�� She started, reaching towards him.
Jack
stepped back from her, hands out at his sides, a small smile tugging at his
lips.
He
knew what she would say. He�d already pictured it a thousand times in his head,
a thousand different ways. And in each fantasy, whether he ended up crushing
her neck in his hands or ripping off her clothes� it didn�t matter.
He
knew. He knew her. She didn�t need to say it.
�Please,
Jack��
Please Jack!
He
rolled his eyes closed. His fantasies had been damn good, but they weren�t the
real thing, after all. He�d dreamt of that please coming from her lips� But not like this.
She
was married, to Will.
And
he didn�t care. Couldn�t care less, really.
He
wished he�d been there to dance at the wedding, to steal all the lovely silver
laid out, to watch her speak those damning vows.
He
wished he�d seen that.
She
was a beautiful, if not believable, liar.
Her eyes are bloody dangerous, he decided. Swimming in guilt � not right for the
pirate he knew she was. A thought suddenly occurred to him�
�Will
doesn�t know.� He said softly, gently mocking. He watched blows draw together,
and those lips pursed in confusion.
Her lips are bloody dangerous.
Will
didn�t know what she had done, and he knew
that. She knew it. That wasn�t what he meant. If Will knew what had happened,
then maybe he would begin to know� but Will didn�t know, and probably never
would. But he knew, and maybe she
noticed it�
He knew her.
Jack
knew this girl, this tiny, soft thing in front of him.
Will
didn�t know her. She barely knew herself. But the girl had fire, and instinct,
and she knew damn well what she wanted and what she didn�t.
�I
know why you kissed me, luv.�

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AN:
Finally! J/E, at least in close proximity! Bit more J/E in the next one, but no
smut. Yet. But there will be swordplay and angry words and the compass� Smut
soon to come. Please review! It makes me write! And thank you very much to shatteredmind, who quickly betaed this for me.
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