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AN: Sorry for the delay in updating lately.
Life. Thank you all that are giving me such lovely reviews! I am loving them. I
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No smut yet. Sorry. But it�s building! I
keep saying that� it is getting there though.

Chapter .8.

Elizabeth sat alone in her tiny cabin,
drinking rum straight from the bottle, feeling decidedly sorry for herself.
Yo ho yo ho, a pirates life for me�

She couldn�t believe that Will didn�t trust
her. Her own husband! She was not some fickle trollop who would� who was� She
wasn�t� didn�t�
No, she didn�t.
I do not want Captain Jack Sparrow.
Not a drop. Not one drop of rum did she
want him!
She hiccuped, and grimaced.
She was not drunk � not nearly close
enough. The warm liquor had ceased to burn its way down her throat quite a few
sips ago, and it seemed to be seeping the tension from her tired body. But her
thoughts were still too coherent, too damning for drunkenness. To the contrary,
the liquor seemed only to magnify the confusion and warring voices is her head.
Maybe I�m drinking it wrong�?
Damn the rum. Damn Jack. And damn James
bloody Norrington for telling Will about the tiny little deviation in
the compass.
Perhaps if she and Will had bedded together
this wouldn�t have happened. If they had made love after the wedding, as they
were expected to have done, maybe Will wouldn�t have any reason to doubt her
affections. They would truly be man and wife.
And maybe then, she would no longer have
such an indecent, inexplicable, uncontrollable reaction to a certain dark
pirate.
No, the rum certainly wasn�t helping
things.
She took another small sip anyway. It
couldn�t hurt. Nothing more could possibly go wrong.
James knew � he had known almost before she
had herself. Barbossa had taken a lucky guess. And Will� She had practically
told him, in her refusal to open the compass.
But would the compass have pointed toward
Jack? How could the compass know what she wanted, if she wasn�t sure herself?
Yes, alright, she wanted the damned pirate.
She�ll admit it. But she didn�t know why, or in what way. She felt a pull
towards him, and there was an undeniable attraction. Jack was, after all, a
gorgeous, strangely charismatic scoundrel � he was practically the model for
the lead male of every forbidden romance novel she had ever read. Except for
the lying, and the rum addiction, and the prancing�
His reputation had been well documented;
but whether it was fact or fiction she didn�t know. Elizabeth remembered
stealing into her father�s library to read about his supposed exploits, unable
to help herself. It had all seemed so wickedly fascinating. And it still was�
How many women has he been with, she
wondered? Were there fine women scattered across the globe, miserable in their
dreary lives of dutiful propriety, pining away for another moment � another night
� with the infamous Captain? Or did he confine himself to simple whores, happy
to avoid complication?
Probably both. Filthy, sexy pirate�

God she was a mess.
She didn�t care about the women he had been
with. She didn�t care, because she would not be one of them. She would �
eventually � be with her dear Will, and it would be wonderful. Better, it would
be perfect.
Elizabeth jumped, as someone rapped on her
door, shattering the peaceful silence.
I�m trying to get drunk, leave me alone!
Just as she has lifted herself from the
bunk with the intention of telling whoever it was just that, the handle moved
and the door swung open.
Jack.
He stood in there, silhouetted by the
candlelit hallway. The only things she could really distinguish in the dark
were the white of his shirt, the hit of red at his forehead, and a pair of dark
eyes, regarding her.
He stepped forward into the cabin, and she
was too shocked to speak.
Think of the devil and he will appear�

His features came into light, and she took
a moment to admire them.
He really was beautiful. All tanned skin
and sharp angles and golden chocolate eyes rimmed with black. The deep V of his
chest, visible from the parted shirt, showed hard muscle below his strongly
defined collarbone. And his hands�
Oh god, I�m staring. Stop it!
She pulled her eyes away to meet his again.
Pools of black now, as he looked at her. Those eyes held a frightening
intensity, but his expression was curiously blank. She couldn�t tell what he
was thinking, what his purpose was in coming here. He�d been pretty much
avoiding her since their brief chat on deck this morning, which had been
somewhat of a relief.
What did he want? She didn�t want to talk
to him now � or ever again, if she could help it. Not after the scene with
Will. Dammit, she didn�t care if the compass occasionally pointed at
Jack! It was her life, and she had chosen Will. And she still chose
Will. Elizabeth didn�t care how bloody tempting the pirate could be at times�
Jack stepped towards her, and again, until
he was far too close for her comfort and she began to move backwards. But she
didn�t have anywhere to go, the cabin was so small. The felt her legs hit the
edge of the bunk.
�Jack�� She began, but didn�t know what to
say. Her tongue was thick and clumsy in her mouth.
What do you want? Get out my room. What
do you mean, you know why I kissed you? I hate you. I�m so sorry I left you to
die. I really want to kiss you again. Can�t you see I�m busy, drinking?
All things she
could say, if only to break the silence. He was just standing there, looking at
her that way. It was almost as if he couldn�t decide what to say either. Maybe he
had decided to kill her after all, and was wondering how to best dispose of the
body afterwards�
�Elizabeth,� He
finally spoke. But the way he said her name, it�s as if she were a particularly
fat leech he just found sucking blood from between his toes. Inconvenienced,
and slightly disgusted. It makes her feel almost nauseous, knowing he finded
her so distasteful now. Or maybe it was just all the rum she had consumed�
Elizabeth goes
to speak again, but suddenly his eyes move from hers. He�s looking at her lips.
Does he remember what they taste like? The his gaze drops down, lazily moving
south over her neck, her chest, to her hips�
Even though she
knows he can�t possibly still want her, the intense though detached perusal of
her person causes her rum-heated body to tingle. This was what got her into trouble in the
first place, this was why Will was angry at her. The way Jack looked
at her� he wasn�t supposed to look at her like that, wasn�t supposed to make
her feel like this.
His eyes
flicked back to hers, and one side of his mouth curled upwards in a small grin.
She let out a deep breath she hadn�t noticed she�s been holding, but sucks it
in again when one ringed hand reaches for her.
�Mine�� He
drawls, and the hand is on her hip.
Elizabeth comes
back to her senses somewhat, and goes to push him away. But he won�t be pushed,
and his hand is fumbling with the top of her pants.
�Jack! What�?�
Suddenly she is
hauled towards him by his grip on her upper arm, and she�s pressed up against
the length of him. Stunned for a moment, she just breathes in the spicy scent
of him, and the memory of the last time she had been this close to him comes
forcibly to mind.
I should never have kissed you , Elizabeth thinks, looking up into the
pirate�s now slightly amused face. Their faces are so close she can feel his
warm breath on her mouth.
There�s another
tug at her waist, and then she realises�
The compass,
which Jack is now dangling in front of her eyes. She had tied it to her pants.
That was what he was after. He�s smiling at her now, but it�s not a comforting,
playful smile. His eyes seemed to grow even darker, even deeper than before.
�Just want
what�s mine, luv.� He says lightly. She felt like slapping him.
Unfortunately,
that pleasure was taken from her, as she was roughly pushed backwards onto the
bunk. He was on her in a second, his bottom half pressing her down into the
hard mattress, as his hands grasped hers and pinned them above her.
�No!� She cried
out. The door was open; surely someone would hear her?
She struggled
to get free, but he was too strong, too hard, too warm�
Oh god.
But he wasn�t
moving to touch her, to kiss her. He was leaning up from her, resting on his
elbows, just looking at her. He looked so serious�
Elizabeth feels
something hard being pushed into her hand � it must be the compass.
What?
�Sorry luv, but
I just gotta know�� He says softly, his hot breath against her cheek.
�I need to know if it�s true!�
Will�s
desperate words echoe in her head. But Jack didn�t know, couldn�t know� But he
obviously did. Panic gripped her and began struggling harder, arching off the
bed under him. All it did was make Jack settle his weight more firmly onto her,
effectively trapping her. She felt like screaming, she would scream�
�Shhhhh. Calm
down, little pirate.� He murmured softly into her ear.
She shuddered,
and went still beneath him, though her panic hadn�t lessened. Her heart was
racing. She noticed that she could feel the beat of his; a strong, steady
thumping, even through their layers of clothing.
She feels the
lid of the compass being lifted in her hand, and turns her head to the side
unable to look at him. She stares at the wall, willing herself to breathe.
Elizabeth had
never been so scared in her entire life.
She doesn�t look at it � she can�t, in her
current position. But she knows where�s it�s pointing. Knows he can see it,
even in the dim light. Knows that in her hands, it�s pointing right at Jack.
I can�t help it!�
It doesn�t mean anything!

She can�t look back at him, either. She
doesn�t want to see that arrogant smirk plastered on his face. The seconds
ticked by, in silence apart from the sounds of their breathing.
Don�t look at him, don�t you dare�

Suddenly her hands a free, and the compass
was gone from her grasp. As his body lifted from hers and off the bunk
altogether, she felt an aching sense of loss. She was cold, she wanted the heat
back� Elizabeth realised how much she had enjoyed the feel of a man pressed
against her. Will had not yet dared such a thing.
Will, I�m so sorry� I doesn�t mean anything�

A tear escaped the corner of her eye,
trailing down the side of her face. I won�t cry. She can�t see Jack, or
hear him, but she knows he�s still in the room � watching her, his face full of
delighted triumph. Or worse� pity.
Why doesn�t he say something?

It�s all so quiet. She doesn�t move. After
another heartbeat� two� three� she hears the sound of his boots on the wooden
floor and she strains her ears trying to follow his movements. Soon after, she
hears the door close, and knows he is gone.
I won�t cry.
And she doesn�t. But her heart felt as if
it was shattering inside her chest. She was alone, and she was lost.
Elizabeth lay there a long time after he
had left. She was finally incapable of coherent thought, but the feelings
remained. Wave after wave of her turbulent emotions crashed over her, stealing
the very breath from her lungs.
Jack knew now.
He knew that that kiss aboard The Pearl
had meant something. He knew that she wanted him. However� He also knew that
she was married now. So he also knew that despite any quite reluctant
feelings she might have towards him, there could never be anything between
them. Yes. She was spoken for; therefore she was off limits to anyone but her
husband. Yes.
So much for lack of coherent thought�

Elizabeth slowly sat up. A wave of
dizziness came over her, which she attributed to the rum. The rhythmic rocking
of the ship didn�t seem to help it, but it was lulling her back to a calmer
reality. She needed�. she needed�
More rum. Rum good.
She looked over the cabin floor, wondering
where she had put the bottle, but she couldn�t seem to find it. Why was nothing
ever there when she needed it!?! Elizabeth dropped gracelessly to the floor,
searching. There had been half a bottle left, it couldn�t have just
disappeared�
Oh.
Damn him.
He�s taken the rum.
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