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AN: My longest chapter
yet! And it�s turning into a damn soap opera� More Jack in this one, but no
smut. Hang in there. I can�t seem to cut out the babble. Please review and let
me know what you think!

Chapter .7.

Norrington once again
found himself in a dank, dark compartment aboard The Interceptor, tied
to a chair. Conditions hadn�t improved as he�d hoped, but at least he had
finally caught up with the crew of the Lady Luck.
He started to laugh,
but found it worsened the angry pounding at his temples.
Elizabeth.
The pain of his head
was nothing compared to that of his heart. She hated him now. He had seen that
withering glare aimed at him when he had been unceremoniously thrown on deck.
Those lovely eyes no longer held even pity for him.
He�d never really
thought of it until now, how his actions would affect her feelings towards him.
Not that she had ever really cared for him before � but at least there had been
a kindness in her eyes when she had looked at him. Possibly due to guilt, but a
kindness nonetheless. He used to think that that kindness was enough � that
perhaps, one day, she would see him � really see him � and decide that she
didn�t want a pirate, but instead wanted a good, dependable man to trust with
her heart.
Unfortunately,
Norrington himself had only recently discovered that he was not a good man at
all. And any hope that she would choose him was long gone.
There never had, never
would be room for him in her life anyway. Elizabeth was married now to one man,
and in love with another.
And damn it, my
hands are itchy!
Norrington needed to
hurt someone soon, badly.

�I
know why you kissed me, luv.�
She sat there, staring
into her bowl of mush � she assumed it was some sort of meat � unable to eat,
despite her empty stomach. The thoughts in her head chased each other and
swirled into an incomprehensible mess of words and images. Her feelings were
jumbled with them, making it hard for her to understand just what was going on.
Elizabeth couldn�t
help but notice now how different thing were this time at sea. Things had been
so clear, so easy aboard The Pearl. Her worry for Will and the canon
balls and the giant sea-creature had, admittedly, been expected from a �Captain
Jack Sparrow� adventure.
This� this awkward �confusion
was not expected, however. This was new to her, and she had no idea where it
would lead. She didn�t want to. She felt like hiding away and pulling a blanket
over her head until they reached land, ignoring all of it and him until
she was safe.
�I know why you kissed me, luv.�
Elizabeth stabbed her
mush viciously with a spoon. What exactly had he meant by that? She knew why
she had kissed him, and it had been nothing more than a distraction in order to
chain him to the mast.
Yes, possibly, it had
also been to say goodbye. And perhaps a �sorry for leaving you here to die�
gesture.
And maybe, just maybe,
she had been a little� curious.
But that was it. Just
curiosity. Completely natural in the heat of the moment, and after all of that
thinly veiled innuendo. It wasn�t like she had really wanted to kiss
him; certainly hadn�t enjoyed it�
Then why haven�t
you been able to stop thinking about it since it happened?
Because she felt
guilty, of course. Will had been right � Jack really was their Captain, and
they should have stayed to fight. Or at the very least, should not have chained
him up to be eaten�
If the crew knew what
she had done, she certainly wouldn�t be allowed down here, sharing the food,
listening to their filthy jokes. Perhaps they would see her more as a pirate �
but not one of them. Thank god Jack hadn�t said anything. Despite her first
impressions, a sense of loyalty was strong with these pirates. And despite �The
Pirate Code�, the crew would come back for Jack, she knew, every time.
She couldn�t help but
wonder if that loyalty was due to the Captain�s rank, or whether it was
something that Jack effortlessly instilled in those around him.
God, she couldn�t stop
thinking about him! What was wrong with her? He was back now, alive and well.
She hadn�t killed him. She and Will would be put back at Port Royal, and he
would sail off into the sunset, his compass leading him on to some other
perilous escapade. No doubt there were plenty of other nasty things out there
that wanted Jack Sparrow dead. And she, she would have a home, and a loving
husband. She would be blissfully happy, and with all probability forget about
the slightly insane, dangerously intoxicating bastard of a pirate who kissed
the way a girl dreamed to be kissed.
Elizabeth groaned and
covered her face with her hand.
Why oh why did she
go through with the wedding!?
�Everythin� alright,
Mrs.Turner?�
Elizabeth bolted
upright at the feel of a meaty hand on her shoulder, her hand landing in her
food bowl. Mr. Gibbs was taking a seat beside her, looking at her with some concern.
Elizabeth relaxed
slightly, and raised her dripping hand to wipe it off with� her pants. There
was no place for napkins on a pirate ship, which she supposed The
Interceptor now was.
�Mrs. Turner?�
Yes,
I�m married. There is absolutely no need to remind me.
She sighed.
�Mr. Gibbs, everything
is � � Her stomach grumbled, and she looked down at her bowl. It didn�t tempt
her. She knew what was tempting, and this wasn�t it. �Mr. Gibbs, everything is
mushy.� She looked at him. �Everything. Is. Mushy. And no, everything is not
alright.� She pushed the food around with her spoon, but it didn�t help.
�Everything is decidedly wrong.�
The rowdy buzz of
conversation seemed to have dropped away. Whether the crew were listening in,
or had simply left without her noticing, she didn�t care, and she wouldn�t look
to see. She just didn�t bloody care anymore. She had enough to think
about without a bunch of smelly pirates judging her, as if they had a right
to judge one such as herself.
I�m
paranoid. I�m a paranoid, snobby, married pirate. Wonderful.
�Sounds ter me like
you�ve �ad a bit too much rum!� Gibbs looked around, but couldn�t find her cup.
Elizabeth looked at him blankly, one eyebrow slightly raised.
�Er, well, maybe I
should get you some, then�� he mumbled, and stood up from the bench.
Elizabeth decided she
couldn�t be bothered to even chew, and pushed her bowl away. Rum sounded like a
very good idea, actually. She may as well be drunk � she felt like she was. Not
that she had ever been really drunk before, but she imagined that this was what
it was like � an inflated sense of helpless anger mixed with uncertainty and a
great deal of frustration. Yes� plenty of frustration, and helplessness. And
the rum would add that cloudiness to it that she needed so desperately.
Yes, foul rum, please make it all go away�

��Is this all really necessary?� Turner had a
pistol trained on him as he hacked through the bindings at his hands. He had
brought Norrington food. �My feet are still tied, and while Sparrow may be able
to bumble his way through a one-man takeover, I don�t think I�m quite up to the
challenge, Mr. Turner.�
�Maybe once you�ve had
some food you�ll feel more like yourself. I have every confidence in you,
Commodore, that you will soon think of something underhanded to cause trouble
while you are here.� Came the cold reply from behind him.
�So bitter, Mr.Turner,
and I thought we were such good friends�� He rubbed his raw wrists, now free of
the rope.
Turner, pistol still
at the ready, handed him a plate of bread and cheese which he took after only a
slight hesitation. He slowly bit into a piece of cheese, as they silently
regarded one another.
�What happened to
change you, Norrington?� Turner asked.
Norrington noticed
that the boy looked somewhat older, if not wiser. The tan from so many hours
unprotected in the sun could not disguise the dark circles under his eyes, and
despite Turner�s obvious anger toward him, it seemed to lack conviction, as
though the energy had been drained from him.
But then, women did
have a way of breaking men down.
�Life happened to me.
Just as it is happening to you.� He answered while ripping apart a chunk of
bread.
�Because of you, I
lost the chance to save my father!� Turner almost shouted at him, and began
pacing back and forth between walls. Annoyingly, Norrington was reminded of his
similar confrontation with Sparrow. Although he had to admit, Sparrow hadn�t
been so whiney.
�You�ve lost a lot
more than that Mr. Turner, though you may not have realized it yet.�
The boy stopped and
looked back at him, confusion written on his face.
�What are you talking
about?�
�I am speaking of your
young wife.� Norrington drawled.
�What about her?� Turner looked at him
suspiciously.
�When you have all of
that silken skin laid out underneath you,� he began smoothly; �When she cries
out in pleasure, as a passionate woman such as her is bound to do � who�s name
spills from those lips?� He smiled at the horrified look of Will�s face.
�May I remind you that
you are speaking of my wife!� Will snarled, moving the tip of the small dagger
he had used to cut the rope till it pressed against the Commodore�s neck. The
plate was knocked from his hands.
�I�m not the one you
want to bleed, Turner.� He stated quietly, completely calm. �I may still want
Elizabeth � no red-blooded man could help wanting her � but I�m not the one she
wants.� Norrington slowly pushed the blade away from his neck with two fingers.
�And neither are you.� He added softly, locking eyes with him.
He watched the younger
man take a step back. The anger in the boy�s eyes was shadowed by something
else now � fear.
It was immensely
satisfying.
�I don�t know what you
mean.� Turner said. It wasn�t a question; he was in denial.
�You know exactly what
I mean.� Commodore Norrington paused for a long moment before he delivered his
coup de grace. Moments such as these are rare, and must be savoured. �Tell me Mr. Turner� What is it that your
beautiful wife wants most in this world?�

Jack tried to ignore her. She was on deck
once more; his beautiful stolen deck, drinking his precious
stolen rum.
Bloody hell, who let her
near the rum?!

Stupid skirt. All skirts were trouble, in
his experienced opinion. Not that she was wearing a skirt, but she had
worn one, and she would be again, just as soon as he could get her off the
damned ship and back on land where she belonged, with her�
Husband.
Gritting his teeth, he walked over to the
helm. Land, he needed to find land� That�s what he wanted. Now, where did he
put that bloody compass?
Oh, right.
He reluctantly turned his head, looking
back down the She-Devil.
Bugger.
He really didn�t want to talk to her again.
Talked to her tended to cause� problems. Problems, such as wanting to put a
hand down her pants in full view of her sodding husband. Problems, such as
diving into the jaws of a slimy monster with a hard-on. Now that had
been painful�
Damn her for getting married!
She wanted him - some part of her wanted
him, he knew. He knew what a kiss like that meant. Stupid, lying skirt� Well he
was done thinking on it. Jack made a graceful gesture with his hand, as if
swatting away a fly, and made his way towards the stairs.
The woman could have his black heart, he
decided � he didn�t need it for anything. But he�d wear a dress and answer to
�Lulu� before he�d let her make off with his compass.
Ah, Lulu� I must remember
to drop in on her sometime soon�

Just as he had reached the bottom stair,
Will came storming out from below deck. The poor lad looked like he was about
to have a hissy-fit�
Not on MY ship!

The boy quickly reached Elizabeth and
grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around to face him. Jack saw rum spill
from the bottle in her hand, and winced. Deciding it was better to face them
than just her, he strolled across deck towards them.
�Where is it?�
�Where is what, Will?!�
�The compass, Elizabeth. Where is it?�
Jack cleared his throat as he approached.
�Yes, I�ve been meaning to ask for that��
They both looked over at him, their
expressions rather curious. Elizabeth, before she quickly turned her face away,
looked surprised, and delightfully flushed. Will�s face seemed to darken as he
looked at him.
�You�� He growled. Who, me? The boy
seemed to gather himself, deciding what to say. Jack shot a puzzled look at
Lizzie, but she wasn�t looking at him.
Was it just him, or was there a dangerous
amount of tension between the love-birds? Sexual tension maybe� ick.
But Will was looking at him as if� Ah, that
was it! Will was angry! At Elizabeth, of course that was understandable.
But why was Will angry at him too? He hadn�t done anything to merit a hiss-fit
from the boy � he hadn�t had time to, yet! Jack wracked his brains for some
horrible thing he�d done, possibly some lie he�d told in the past, that Will
hadn�t caught on to. Something that involved the She-Devil, maybe.
Thinking, thinking�Hmmm.
What would me and the Mrs. have done to incur the wrath of young Will, eh?

He almost choked when it finally came to
him.
God I�m daft at times.
He would not smile. Smiling at this point
would be bad. Grinning like a maniac is right out.
�Jack,� Will started up again, and it
looked like it was causing him pain to speak. �Please, can you give us a moment
to ourselves?�
You�re on the bloody deck
of a ship mate, there�s no such thing as a moment to yerself�

Nevertheless, Jack gave them a small bow in
acquiescence and stepped back, and moved back towards the stairs. When he
reached them however, and when he was sure that they weren�t paying him any
attention, he took a few slow steps backwards, not turning around. If he
couldn�t see them, they couldn�t see him� That was almost right, wasn�t it?
�What do you want with it?� He heard her
ask the boy.
Will didn�t answer.
�Will, let go of me!� She demanded. Jack
noticed a touch of desperation in her voice.
�I need to know, I need to know if it�s
true� Please, just give it to me!� Will�s voice now.
�What do you need to know!?� Elizabeth
cried out, though softly.
Soft words through soft
lips�

�If what Norrington says it true!�
Eh, that didn�t sound
good�
What lies was the Commodore speadin� now? And what, Jack wondered, was Will
thinking, trusting the bastard?

He carefully took another step backwards.
�What?� She breathed out, shocked.
Warm breath on my skin�

Wait� Yes, what? Norrington didn�t
know about his and Elizabeth�s �special� moment on The Pearl. What was
the boy on about?
�I need to know if it�s me you truly want
to be with.�
She bloody married you,
didn�t she? Eunuch.

�I married you, Will!�
That�s right.
�Yes, quite reluctantly I might add. You
practically choked on the wedding vows!� Will hissed, trying to keep his voice
down.
Now that was interesting. Veeery
interesting. Jack wished he�d been there. He loved weddings.
�This is ridiculous, Will. I can�t believe
you�re asking this of me!�
�I can�t believe you won�t just open it!�
Why does he want her to
open his compass so bad?

�Will� I love you.�
Ick.
�I know you do, Elizabeth. But maybe you
want him more than you love me.�
Bugger it, who? How many bloody men
was the girl kissing? They couldn�t possibly � probably � be talking about the
person who was wearing his clothes, and looked remarkably like him, and was
standing in the exact same spot he was. But then, Captain Jack Sparrow was incredibly popular with the ladies�
No, it couldn�t be him. That would just be
too� funny.
�I won�t.� She whispered.
�Elizabeth ��
�No. Will, I�m your wife, and you have to
trust me.�
Trust. Meh. Trust was highly
overestimated in his book. Trust wasn�t so much a virtue as it was a blind
sickness that invited others to stick knives in a man�s back. Will Turner was a
man who trusted too easily.
Watch out for those
knives, boy� she�s light on her feet, you won�t hear her comin��

Jack took a few steps forward, feeling as
though the conversation was winding down. Sure enough, as he was climbing the
stairs he looked back to find Elizabeth gone, and Will striding across the
deck.
Why would Will think that the compass would
point towards Jack anyway? Sure, the girl wanted him� but, that much? Maybe the
poor girl just wanted a proper shag; a good, long fuck with a real man who knew
what he was doing.
Yes, that�s it. I should go find
her, right now.
No. Bad thoughts. He couldn�t do that to
Will. He probably couldn�t do that to Will.
He probably shouldn�t do that to
Will.
Besides, he really wasn�t sure it was him
she was ripe an� ready for. For all he knew, she could have fallen desperately
in love with Mr. Gibbs during their time together at sea.
I�ll kill the bastard!

Or, far more likely, she had decided that
she wanted the Commodore after all. Maybe they�d spent some �quality time� together
while on The Pearl when he hadn�t been around, and that�s what he�d told
Mr. Turner.
I�ll kill the bastard!

Jack closed his eyes and tried to think
about not thinking. He didn�t think about slitting Norrington�s throat. He
didn�t think about pushing Will overboard. He didn�t think about cutting all of
Lizzie�s clothes off and licking every inch of her body.
�Land!� Jack yelled coarsely. �Does anybody
see land!?�
The crew, and Cotton who had the scope, all
shook there heads.
Oh, right, the compass. His compass.
The Devil Woman still had it.
Well, he would just have to go get it back.
Then he could sail to the nearest port and dump her, the boy, Norrington and
Barbossa there and be rid of them all at once, never to be seen or heard from
again.
He�d figure out the details later, when
he�d had too much to drink and everything started making sense again.
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