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Devil's Bargain	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 9096 -:- 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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Summary: Post PotC: Dead Man's Chest, and “Sweet Revenge,” where a vengeance-hungry Jack confronts Elizabeth for her actions aboard the Pearl.

In “Devil’s Bargain,” Elizabeth and Will are a few months married, Will has gone missing and Elizabeth enlists the help of her good friend Jack to rescue him. Not, of course, without a price. The last chapter (“Revelations”) contains confrontations between Will, Jack and Elizabeth that I’ve been itching for since seeing Dead Man’s Chest. Jack/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth. NC-17, obviously, with all appertaining detail. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: Disney characters not mine, and so forth.

A/N: I'd highly recommend reading “Sweet Revenge” first, because this continues that plotline post-PotC: DMC. Thanks to shatteredmind for inspiration (“The Kiss”) and encouragement, and also twister the dragon for inspiration (“A Series of Kinky Events”) regarding J&E’s little game. FYI: J/E shippers, there is now a new J/E category at aff.net. If you have a J/E story, perhaps you’d like to categorize it there. Happy Reading ~ LadyPirate

Chapter 1: Tortuga! So what?

Tortuga, debauched as ever, sizzled and danced with merriment, drinking, and shouting. Jack observed the goings-on from his corner table with Gibbs, slowly nursing a bottle of bad rum. It was cheap. It was all they could afford, because, counting the two shillings in his pocket, he had exactly - two shillings. The Queen Elizabeth had failed to come across a single merchant ship worth pirating for two months. The rum was gone. The money was gone. And even the crew, not surprisingly, was gone. Most of them were looking for other ships right here. And Jack didn't even care.

“Jack Sparrow,” crooned a familiar voice, and he looked up. She was buxom and blonde and had lips red as cherries. Her name was Marie? Mary? - something like that - and she was leaning over his table in an unmistakable offer. “Didn't you want to say hello to me?”

“Cap'n,” he muttered, taking another swig. “And no. I'm not in the mood. Plus, I can't pay you, so I'll thank you to accost someone with a little more money.”

Looking offended, Marie or Mary stalked off. Gibbs glanced at his friend and grimaced. “Mighta done you a bit of good, you know, the company of a lady.”

“She's no lady.”

“I know what troubles ye, and it's a sad case, too,” Gibbs said quietly. “Ye're in love with that girl.”

“Am not!” He set his rum down, but avoided Gibbs' gaze. “What girl?”

“Ye know which girl. That Swann girl.”

“Probably Turner, now. Assumin' Will's managed to wed her and bed her, by now.” Another swig, another sigh.

Gibbs stared at Jack's face and nodded, slowly. “Aye, ye're in love. Ye had us chase down her ship, stage an attack, and run away so ye could kidnap her. Sounds like love to me.”

“That wasn't love, that was just revenge. Big difference. And anyway, it's the lack of coin 'gainst me feelin' amorous. Find us a prize and Cap'n Sparrow'll be knockin' 'em dead.”

“I'll see what I can find out,” Gibbs said, rising to his feet.

In his heart of hearts, Jack began to fear Gibbs was right. His black brows furrowed, he scanned the women in the room. How was it possible that he had lost interest? A good tumble in Tortuga used to be his pride and joy. He always gave as good as he got - if he wasn't too drunk - and he was popular with the ladies. Mostly.

But tonight none of the ten-odd, admittedly quite beautiful women in the tavern caused the faintest stirrings of desire. Sadly, he also knew what would. All it would take was the sound of her voice.

“Captain Sparrow.”

He looked, bewildered, at his bottle of rum, unaware he had imbibed enough to be hearing imaginary voices.

“Captain Sparrow?” In front of his table, she had miraculously materialized. She wore (oddly enough) a proper dress, beige silk with lace trim and a full skirt and fitted bodice that lifted, perfectly, her creamy white breasts just a fraction into view...

He squeezed his eyes shut. Now he was seeing things, too. Not good. Not good! Ol' Jack had finally gone completely round the bend.

“Jack,” the apparition said, pounding its fists on the table. His bottle wobbled. Could visions do that? He looked up, and saw her face, with large, tilting brown eyes underneath two slashing dark brows, which were now knitted in frustration. “Jack!”

He stared helplessly, mouth slightly open, trying to ascertain when it was he'd gone totally mad. A little bit during that stint on the desert island. A little more since he'd met Swann and the whelp. More still, since he'd run out of money and rum.

Suddenly, the apparition drew back its dainty hand, and slapped him, hard across the face. He found himself looking at the wall. Now, he might be a few coins short of a treasure chest, but he was pretty sure imaginary women couldn't hit that hard. Which meant she was real. The real Elizabeth was here, standing right in front of him.

Which was much, much worse.

“Elizabeth.” He rubbed his jaw and cheek, looking her up and down. “Forgive me, love, but it's been so long since I've seen you properly dressed, I failed to recognize you.”

Her nose wrinkled in irritation, and pretty eyes narrowed, she balled her fists and set them on her hips. “You're drunk. For a change.”

He smiled, lifting his bottle and looking down his lifted chin at her. “Welcome to the Caribbean, Mrs. Turner.” At that, she seemed to stiffen, and her breasts were even more dangerously exposed. Jack dragged his eyes upward. “If you've come to torment me, I'm fresh out of apologies. Along with everything else.” Swig.

“I'm not here for an apology. I need your help. I hoped I'd find you here, in fact. Do you still have a ship?”

“Yes,” he drawled, leaning forward as he spoke. “The ever-seaworthy, tall and stately, occasionally borrowed Elizabeth, who is even as we speak, tragically moored in port. Do you happen to remember her?”

Elizabeth blushed, but still met his gaze. She certainly did remember, then. At least, she remembered what happened on board the Elizabeth. “Good,” she said, keeping her voice light. “We'll need it.”

“We?” Jack said, setting his bottle down. “We? For what, exactly, are you presupposing, a 'we'?”

Elizabeth gathered her courage and spoke. “We have to go in search of Will.”

At this, Jack laughed, fully and without reservation. “Is he lost? And what, possibly, could persuade me to undertake such a mission of ....er.. reconnaissance?”

“He undertook a short delivery on a merchant vessel over a month ago. He never returned.”

“And the persuasion?” he said slyly, running his eyes up her finely curved form. Not that he wanted to go down that road again.

She seemed to blush even deeper, if that were possible, and withdrew a sack of coins from her waist. She set it on the table. It was heavy and full. He picked it up, sticking his hand inside to feel the shiny gold coins. Finally he closed the drawstrings and stood up.

With a gracious sweep of his hat, he smiled devilishly. “At your service, Mrs. Turner. When do we leave?”
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