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Deliverance	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 7843 -:- 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-Deliverance
- 2-Elizabeth
- 3-will
- 4-Sand
- 5-Pearl
- 6-Journey
- 7-Cave
- 8-Ritual
- 9-Calypso
- 10-Return
- 11-Awake
- 12-Asleep
- 13-Reunion
- 14-Avoidance
- 15-Cabin
- 16-Jones
- 17-Tattoo
- 18-Irrevocable
- 5
- 6
- 7
Journey

�We have to take the Black Pearl and continue on from here,� Barbossa said. �That -� he jerked his head back to the lingering yellow murk behind them, � - was just the outer reaches of where we need to go.�
They had returned to the Dragonfly after declaring the Pearl devoid of any life, and an argument was brewing about how to proceed from now onwards. Elizabeth took no part in the discussion, whatever was decided her instructions came from the priestess and were explicit.
The crew seemed most concerned and rightly, that the Dragonfly would not be safe anchored so close to the mysterious gas - but nor did they wish to sail two ships any closer to the unknown perils of World�s End. The half-dozen or so native sailors who had joined the Dragonfly - apparently at Tia Dalma�s behest - spoke only a local patois and were highly superstitious, therefore communication was exceedingly hit-or-miss, and the experience in the fog seemed to have rendered them almost incoherent; Gibbs, Marty and Cotton were convinced that if left behind to guard the Dragonfly, they would give in to panic and flee the area as soon as the Black Pearl was out of sight.
Equally unacceptable was to divide the natives and Jack�s crew leaving anyone behind, nor expecting those who were press ganged into sailing farther with the Pearl to be willing or able to do what might be required. It was a circular argument which had no hope of resolution and Barbossa was beginning to lose his patience.
Elizabeth noticed that Will also refrained from participation in the debate; he was staring fiercely at the deck, his shoulders tense, his posture rigid. Pintel and Ragetti were trying to blend into the woodwork; they had sailed under Barbossa for eight years but had since defected to Jack�s crew and they were far more concerned with keeping out of his notice than contributing any useful suggestions.
But it seemed that Barbossa had finally reached the end of his tether. �Enough!� He roared over the sound of the squabbling crew. �Does any of you know where you are going? Mr Gibbs? You - there, with the parrot? And you two -� he glared at his former crew-members who cowered and shook their heads. He then barked something which the native sailors seemed to comprehend for they all shrank together in a huddle murmuring something in a chant-like tone which was probably some kind of prayer.
�Very well,� Barbossa finished when it was apparent that no one was willing or able to challenge his authority in the matter. �Mr Martin. You will stay with the Dragonfly and make sure that she is still here when we return..�
Marty shifted uneasily. He was not at all comfortable with Barbossa�s elongating of his name, and to be given the responsibility of controlling the agitated natives struck him as too large for his small shoulders. �Surely, one of the others -� he began, waving his arm vaguely towards the taller men to his left.
�No. Not at all,� said Barbossa. �They respect you. They find you brave, and think you have a giant�s heart for your small stature. If they see you remain calm and unafraid they will be far more likely to set aside their own fears than if one of the others lead them.�
�But I don�t understand them -� Marty tried once more.
�Point, Mr Martin.� Barbossa snapped in a voice which clearly indicated that the discussion was over. �Never underestimate the power of your finger if you want something doing.� He turned to those men who were sailing onwards with the Black Pearl. �Gather up your personal effects, and start moving food and drink over to the Pearl. Make sure there is enough powder and to spare; we may need it more than those who remain behind. I want to be under way in an hour.�
The men dispersed to do his bidding, with Marty moving reluctantly towards his new crew. Elizabeth watched as he commenced his captaincy with waving of arms and pointing of fingers as Barbossa had suggested. She turned to their guide, studying him thoughtfully; he was a natural leader, confident and even charismatic - if only his inclinations did not lean to felony and murder. She could understand why a younger, not-so-savvy Jack Sparrow might have wanted such a man as his first mate before learning of his less savory traits.
�Why are you doing this, Barbossa?� She asked thoughtfully. �What�s in it for you? You can�t have any care for the man who shot your recently mortal body, so why lead the most unlikely crew ever assembled to a place I�m sure you can�t want to ever see again, just to bring him back? Did Tia Dalma promise you something - or does she hold something over your head? Or is it for the Pearl? That ship has made slaves of both of you.�
�Well, Miss Turner, I don�t believe that falls within the scope of what you need to know right now. Run along now and fetch those effects Miss Tia gave you - no sense in going without them, now is there?�
Elizabeth scowled at Barbossa; unfortunately he spoke nothing but the truth so she had little recourse but to do as he suggested. She returned to the small storeroom which she had been using as a cabin since boarding the Dragonfly and picked up the canvas satchel that Tia Dalma had given her to transport the potions and spell parchments she would need to invoke the Guardians of Limbo. She opened the bag to make sure nothing had been disturbed by the journey; the vials of liquid were stored in a small oak box padded with green velvet and Tia had inscribed Elizabeth�s hidden rune on the lid with a lethally sharp knife, and then burned the pattern into the wood with a red hot poker.
The symbol was obviously very important in the ritual to regain Jack, but Tia had been alarmingly reticent about exactly how the process should work; all she kept saying was that Elizabeth would know what to do when the time came. She just wished she shared Tia�s confidence. Now that the time to act was rapidly approaching, Elizabeth�s guilt and pain were being joined by another fear; of failing. Everyone had come so far because they all wanted their Captain back, but by the laws of restitution, it was only she who could perform the actual task. Barbossa had successfully completed his commission, and now the ultimate challenge belonged to her.
Elizabeth had not been religious in a very long time; meeting undead pirates and sea monsters and men who removed their own hearts yet still lived, had almost entirely negated her faith. But in this one moment of fear and anticipation, she felt the need to ask for help. Help for the men who had sailed all this way to assist her in setting right a crime they didn�t know she had committed, for Jack the undeserving victim of her sin, and for herself, because she knew that if she failed where Barbossa had succeeded then it would surely be the end of her.
She dropped to her knees in the supplicant pose of her long-gone childhood in England, and clasping the box to her heart, she begged. �Please, God, help me to do this right, to know what I need to do. Jack didn�t deserve this - we need him - I need him. Don�t let me fail.�
She hung her head, waiting in the hope that there might be a sign. Of course, there was none, and eventually she rose to her feet collecting the satchel and a bag for her own meager possessions before rejoining Barbossa and the crew on deck.

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Elizabeth stood on the quarter deck of the Black Pearl, directly above the Captain�s cabin which Will and Barbossa were currently arguing over, and watched behind her as the Dragonfly faded into the distance. She knew that Marty was standing in the bow of the smaller ship looking equally worried as they left him behind, for she had kept eye contact with him until the two vessels were too far apart to make out individual features. She knew he was wondering, as were they all, if this was to be their last ever sight of each other.
The slamming of the Captain�s door broke her from her reverie, and she moved to look over the railing and see who had won the fight. Barbossa, apparently, as Will stood directly below her fuming and clenching his fists. Elizabeth frowned anxiously; it appeared that Will was much more tightly wound than she had believed, and finding out how far and how completely she had fallen from the pedestal he had constructed for her could hardly have helped his conflicted feelings.
For the first time since they started this expedition, Elizabeth paused to wonder exactly why Will had spoken those initial words; the ones which Tia Dalma had pounced upon as if she had just been waiting for one of them to say something of the kind. If indeed Will had seen her kiss Jack, but not what followed - then why on earth would he volunteer - be the one to suggest that they try and rescue Jack?
It didn�t make sense, unless they were all being manipulated - strung along like marionettes for someone else�s amusement. Were they indeed just pawns for the voodoo priestess? She had after all been remarkably well-prepared to outfit an expedition of this nature; what with a newly resurrected sea Captain and a opportunely available ship just conveniently laying around the bayou.
Whilst they had been sailing towards Isla Cruces to find the chest, Ragetti had rambled frequently about how Tia Dalma had seemed fascinated with Will right from their first visit to the woman, when Jack was still hatching his scheme to blackmail Jones; how she had singled him out of all of them, talking of destiny. Elizabeth had not paid it much mind at the time, being too confused and scared by the feelings which percolated inside her whenever Jack was nearby. Then she had been far too heartsick to think of it as they drifted to Tia Dalma�s swamp after the sinking; a ragtag band of misfits and rejects lost without their charismatic Captain.
But now she remembered; could picture Tia�s sultry glances towards Will, recall the lingering touch of her fingers on his face as she whispered in his ear. A proper fiancée would have been righteously indignant at the liberties the witch was taking, but Elizabeth had traveled for many weeks and hundreds of miles before even becoming aware that something had happened. There were many things that Elizabeth could no longer pretend to be; delicate, dainty, a gently reared maid, a sheltered debutante, a marriageable daughter, a society lady.
Now when she looked at herself in a mirror, she saw a sailor, a swordsman, a crew member; someone with wind-burned skin and tar-blackened hands; she saw a Pirate. And a pirate was not a proper fiancée for anyone.
Will must have felt her eyes on him, for he turned and looked straight up at her. �Our Captain wants you to stay in this cabin,� he said angrily. �You�d better go and speak to him.�
Reluctantly Elizabeth descended the steps to the main deck, and casting Will an unhappy glance over her shoulder, she opened the door and slipped inside. She couldn�t help but remember the meal she had eaten in this very room with this very man, when he was still subject to the Aztec curse, and just how explicitly he had introduced her to said curse. Looking back now, she couldn�t believe how naïve she had been just a short year ago. She had spent most of that journey locked in this room, gazing out of the stern windows, wishing for Will to come after her. And now here she was again, but under so very different circumstances.
She had not allowed herself to enter the cabin whilst she had been sailing on the Black Pearl under Jack�s command. After his comment on the quay in Tortuga about having no dress in this very cabin, and the continuous tableau of images his words had painted in her mind, she had been far too nervous of being in a confined space alone with him. Afraid of what his intensified flirting and her own torrid imagination might result in.
And of course, the last time she had seen this room, the whole back wall had been blown out by the Dutchman�s guns, and she was being dragged screaming towards the Kraken by her ankle, until Ragetti had managed to hack the coiled tentacle clean in two and free her.
The miracle of the Pearl�s reconstruction still filled her with awe.
This cabin bore little resemblance to the one she remembered from her captivity; the instruments on the map table, the furnishings and the bed were all different. Oil lamps hung from the ceiling rather than the candles Barbossa had favored, and the plundered opulence of ten years piracy had gone, replaced by simpler decorations. There was a full bookcase and a sea chest which she had not seen before, and she concluded that the ship had been restored as Jack�s Pearl, not Barbossa�s. This was borne out by the older pirate�s disgruntled expression as he poked through the various parchments piled on the map table, obviously trying to find something which was not there.
�How long until we get there?� Elizabeth asked, getting straight down to business.
Barbossa sighed and sat back in the chair, picking up Jack�s sextant and twisting it between his fingers. Elizabeth resisted the childish impulse to snatch it out of his hands and hug it to her whilst shouting at him never to touch any of Jack�s things again.
�Might be a day, might be an hour,� Barbossa replied vaguely. �World�s End don�t have no physical geographical position, Miss Turner. It�s more of a concept than an actual place; different things for different people -�
�What?� Elizabeth shrieked. �You mean we�ve got our hopes up - sailed all this way, wasted all this time, and done every damned thing you asked of us and all for nothing? You don�t even know where we�re going?�
�On the contrary, Miss Turner. We keep on this heading and we will get to World�s End, or rather it will come to us. We are in uncharted waters now - won�t no compass work here, nor any map show us our bearing. Soon as we passed the mist we were on the last leg of the journey. Just got to sit it out now. Wait and see. But it�d be best to be ready. I�m sure there�s preparations you could be making in advance, so to speak. You should start now.�
Elizabeth sucked in her breath. This was it then; her turn to shine, as it were. Of course, Barbossa was correct; she did have preparations to make, she only hoped she was adequate to the task ahead of her. During that long night when Tia Dalma had tattooed her, and coached her in what would be required, she had asked why the witch wouldn�t sail with them - to guide her through the ritual when the time came, but Tia had just laughed.
��Dat not my job, Lizzie,� she�d said. �I done my bit years ago. Don� you worry little girl. You have what you need to call him back. I give Jack something special long time ago, and now I give de same thing to you. �Tis all you need. There�s powerful magic between you and your Captain.�
�Jack is our Captain; all of us. I am to be married to Will,� Elizabeth had felt obliged to point out at this juncture, somewhat belatedly - but Tia Dalma only smirked infuriatingly.
�Dat boy, he destined for great things,� she replied ambiguously. �He got his job to do, you got yours. And you don�t need my help wit yours. �Tis your job, Lizzie and can�t no one else do it for you. Barbossa, he got his own task, and �tis for him alone, too. Don�t worry - when de time comes, you will know what to do. The heart speaks louder than words.�
�The Heart? Jones� heart? But we don�t have it - it was stolen,� Elizabeth asked, even more confused, but Tia Dalma had simply laughed and patted her cheek affectionately before shooing her out of the hut to join the rest of the crew.
�Send young Master Turner to me,� Tia had said, and Elizabeth did not at all like the predatory gleam in the older woman�s eyes as she spoke of Will, but there was no recourse other than to do as she was bid.
Elizabeth brought herself back to the present. She nodded to Barbossa and thought she saw a flicker of admiration gleam in his eyes momentarily. �You should do it out there,� he suggested. �On the deck - where it happened. Strongest link to Jack; place where he met his end.�
Elizabeth nodded her agreement. Barbossa looked at her with a strangely kind light in his eyes. �Try and get some sleep. Resurrection rituals be extremely draining, I imagine. Better to be well rested before you start. Stay in here, Miss Turner. Most comfortable bed on the ship - it will give you the best chance at a refreshing rest.� He rose from his seat at Jack�s desk and walked to the door, leaving Elizabeth alone surrounded by Jack�s things and eye to eye with Jack�s bed.
She looked around to be sure that Barbossa had really gone before she moved towards the bed, drawn as if by an irresistible force. Her fingers skimmed over the top of the mattress, not quite making contact with the faded blue quilt, but when her hand reached the pillows she was unable to prevent herself from stroking the worn cotton.
She could feel her heartbeat pick up, as if she was doing something terribly sinful and in fear of being caught, but something stronger than her common sense had taken hold. Slowly, as if she expected it to be torn away from her, she picked the pillow up and brought it to her face, burying her nose in the feathery softness. Inhaling deeply, Elizabeth fancied she could still detect the spicy, rich scent of molasses mingled with Jack�s unique musky aroma lingering on the fabric, which was ridiculous really since the Pearl had been at the bottom of the ocean for the better part of two months.
Unable to resist, she hugged the pillow to her and closed her eyes, allowing herself the momentary illusion that it was in fact Jack that she was holding. She heard a moan and her eyes shot open, unwilling to be caught in such a position, and realised that it had been she who had made the noise for she was still alone in the darkening cabin.
Finally giving in to undeniable temptation, Elizabeth crawled onto Jack�s bed. Barbossa had told her to sleep here, so it really shouldn�t look strange were any of the crew to come in, she reasoned. And she did want so badly to surround herself with Jack - to give her the confidence to face her ordeal when the time came. She wrapped herself in the blue quilt and hugged the pillow to her, then lightly pressed her fingertips over the mark Tia had made on her chest.
�Jack,� she whispered. �We�re coming for you. Please be alright - We�re all so lost without you. I miss you, Jack.� She felt a pleasant heat spreading through her body from the point where her fingertips made contact with the tattoo; it was soothing at first, but soon began to make her feel restless and achy. It�s origin seemed to move from the place of her mark and travel south to the pit of her stomach, and soon she was having to press her thighs together in an effort to appease the throbbing which had centered itself there.
Elizabeth could not deny that thinking about Jack had produced these same feelings many times before. As far back as the day he had fished her out of the bay, her untried body had recognised the pull of his, excited by the heat and hardness of his forbidden masculine shape pressed tight against hers through their wet clothes. She had never been so close to a man before that day; the voluminous skirts which were the fashion from London maintained a prim distance from the male form, even had she the opportunity to embrace a man. But Jack had done away with all that, stripped her down to her underthings with no thought of propriety, and then publicly held her to his body and blatantly spoken about that part of his anatomy which Elizabeth had barely dared name, let alone imagine touching.
If he hadn�t been using her as a hostage, and doing so in front of half the garrison, James Norrington and her father, Elizabeth was guiltily aware that she might have even pressed closer when he turned her around to face him and had her put his hat upon his head.
Then there was their time on the rum runner�s island, where he had behaved with even less inhibitions - removing most of his own clothing to dry out, baring his chest to the waist with not a moment�s hesitation, then later draping his arm around her shoulder, holding her close to his side. Elizabeth would have to be made of stone for the situation not to affect her, and although she knew she had hidden it from him - no doubt helped by the fact that shortly after, all his attention was focused on the burning rum - she had been far less able to hide from it herself.
Often, after Will and she had stolen a quiet moment away from chaperones and indulged in some light caresses, she had found her thoughts wandering to Jack Sparrow and wondering if he would have been so restrained as her fiancé, if he would have stopped when Will did; just when she was beginning to feel pleasant tingles all over. And she knew that he would not.
However, her fiancé had been at all times a model of propriety and Elizabeth, after finding James now so very changed, had been unable to prevent herself from wondering at least once, whether he might have been more forthcoming with the physical intimacy than Will, had their engagement stood. Seeing the rogue who had emerged from the Commodore�s shadow, she rather thought he would.
But as it was, she did not have the experience to alleviate the aching which she was currently suffering, and eventually she fell into a fitful sleep which was full of images of Jack taking unspeakably wicked liberties with her unresisting body, and herself sparing not a thought for her fiancé as she writhed and twisted beneath him, whimpering her encouragement brazenly in his ear as that sinfully luscious mouth of his discovered every inch of her willing flesh.
It most likely was not how Barbossa had envisioned her restful night.
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Here is the first section of the mammoth chapter that I have been editing. Rest assured that in the remaining chunk, Jack has already been successfully found and brought back to his ship. He has not encountered Elizabeth yet, but he knows that Barbossa is aboard.
Happy New Year to everyone.
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