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Deliverance	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 7842 -:- 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
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Deliverance

Prologue

Jack! She thought. Jack!

As the previously deceased Captain Barbossa descended the rickety staircase in Tia Dalma�s shack, Elizabeth�s reaction was the polar opposite to the ragged remains of the rest of Sparrow�s crew. Will drew his sword and brandished it at the ghost: Pintel and Ragetti whimpered and backed towards the door, Ragetti mumbling rosaries and crossing himself frantically. Gibbs, Cotton and Marty shuffled forward with all the outward appearance of lending Will support, whilst still maintaining a healthy distance should a retreat become necessary.
But for Elizabeth, the only thing to register was that if this man - whose life blood had flowed finally and fatally out of his body right in front of her very own eyes - if this man could now be standing here before them, apparently made new and whole again - then maybe, just maybe Tia Dalma was not cruelly playing with their emotions, and just maybe she could give their Captain back to h - them.

�No, Will.� She said firmly reaching out a hand to lower his sword, and the remaining crew turned to look at her, momentarily distracted from their reactions to Barbossa�s resurrection. Elizabeth had barely spoken, save to accept or decline offers of water, in the three days it had taken to reach the bayou from the scene of Jack�s loss, her last words being her direction for them to abandon the Black Pearl and her Captain.
�Best you listen to Jack�s little girlie,� Tia�s voice interrupted, diffusing one volatile situation and creating another. Luckily, Will�s �What?� was lost as Barbossa pushed his way through the sailors clustered in front of him and made his way over to the door.
�You can either come with me, or you can stay here and be brooding,� he announced without turning to face the men, as he exited the hut. �I sail on the morning tide.� The monkey Jack chattered into their stunned faces, baring his teeth at them from his position on Barbossa�s shoulder, as the pirate disappeared down the steps to the river.
A moment of silence followed his departure, and then five voices clamored in protest and complaint, all directed at the witch. Elizabeth took the opportunity to retreat back to her stool and let them fight it out. Their arguing voices rose and fell on the periphery of her consciousness; since she had left Jack Sparrow chained to his ship, she seemed to be completely numb - even the brief spurt of hope which had overcome her at the thought that sh - they might truly be able to rescue Jack, was quickly being overwhelmed by the vast empty chasm that had already consumed her internal organs, her emotions and her mind.
Elizabeth felt that there was nothing of herself left anymore; everything was lost, sunk to the bottom of the ocean floor along with the crippled ship and her Captain. She had left whatever it was that made her Elizabeth Swann on the deck of the Black Pearl, and this new person, this stranger to her - she was an empty vessel, as cold and inaccessible as their departed Captain, yet still breathing and dwelling amongst the living.
�Enough!� The crack of Tia Dalma�s shout was sufficiently commanding to rouse even Elizabeth from the fugue she had fallen into. �If you are wanting to see Jack Sparrow agin, dis is how you shall achieve it!� She announced. �Fetching up de dead is not a game, dere is rules we must be obeyin� and procedures we must be following. De ocean will not be givin� up her prize just because you want it. You cannot be doin� this wit out Hector Barbossa. Only dem as betrayed a man can resurrect him from de depths��
Tia�s voice was once again drowned out by a round of protests and opinions on Barbossa�s trustworthiness and reliability for such an undertaking, but Elizabeth had focused on the crucial words in Tia�s speech. It has to be him then, she thought to herself, Only those who betrayed him. Barbossa - and me.

Tia Dalma clapped her hands and there was a crack as if lightning had struck her rickety shack; jars and bottles with their sinister contents rattled on the hooks in the ceiling, and Ragetti swallowed uncomfortably as a jar containing pickled spiders swayed close to his face. �Now listen well,� Tia said when she had their attention once more. �You have all declared yourselves for this undertaking, and will I tell you now that you might as well sit here in me hut till you grow barnacles and your arses fuse to me chairs, for if you don�t tek me word that Barbossa is your man, you will surely never see Jack agin!�
�We accept him,� Elizabeth said firmly, not allowing the others a further chance to begin squabbling amongst themselves. �We are going after Jack and we will do whatever is necessary to get him back. Anything. Perhaps you had better tell us exactly what that is?�
Tia Dalma smiled widely at Elizabeth, her dye-stained teeth flashing in the dim yellow candlelight of the shack. She glided over and caught her chin, looking deeply into her eyes, and Elizabeth found herself unable to break the other woman�s stare. �Ah, good - good.� Tia breathed, finally releasing Elizabeth from her grip. �Lizzie the pirate does know what she wants. Even if she intends never to claim it as her own! Yes, we must start. Dere is much preparing we mus� do, and little time. Dere are offerin�s to be made, and charms to be cast. You, crewmen - follow de Captain out dere, and make de ship ready to sail.�
Grumbling, the crew began to file out of the shack, following Barbossa�s direction. Tia Dalma�s suddenly sharp voice did not encourage disobedience to her instructions. Will however, waited stubbornly behind and said Elizabeth�s name softly in a questioning tone.
Tia moved over to him and brushed her fingers along his jaw. Elizabeth actually found herself to be surprised by the strange familiarity of the gesture. Will scowled at the witch and tilted his head away from her touch, but otherwise made no complaint. Tia laughed huskily, �You will get your turn, William Turner,� she whispered to him, leaning up so that her lips were almost touching his cheek as she spoke, �but Lizzie mus� be first.�
And with these words, she smoothly turned Will and pushed him towards the door, so that Elizabeth found herself suddenly alone with someone whose motives she mistrusted and whose undefined connection to Jack Sparrow she hated to admit she was envious of. The older woman seemed in possession of uncomfortable insights that Elizabeth would certainly prefer to exist only in her own memory, and she was guarded as she asked, �What are we going to do?�
�Not�ing painful,� Tia replied. �Dat will come later, when you are on de ocean, searching for your man. For now, we shall jus� be casting some protective charms, binding magic. All t�ings to aid your search, nothing more.� Tia paused and gave Elizabeth an uncomfortably knowing look. �Did Jack have him compass when he go down wit� de Pearl?� She asked off-handedly, although Elizabeth suspected nothing about this woman was as guileless as it seemed.
Her eyes closed tightly against a new threat of tears - she could hardly bear to think about their last moments together; the heat of his rum-sweetened breath, the addictive taste of curiosity finally satisfied as his mouth yielded so fervently to her treacherous kiss, the opium of his tongue as it swept in to stroke her own - and the hideous, terrifying desolation of knowing that she would never, ever be sucked into another one of his outlandish schemes; never again be able to touch him, argue with him, flirt with him or watch him stagger across the deck rum bottle in hand, humming the song she had taught him during their sojourn on the island, nor listen to one of his convoluted monologues - never kiss him again, because she was about to commit a betrayal from which there was no absolution, no reprieve. She was sending him to his death, although it felt more like she was condemning herself.
Yet here was Tia Dalma waiting expectantly for her to confront the memories and examine them for individual details. �Yes,� she muttered reluctantly at last, her voice hoarse with repressed tears and misery. �Yes, he must have. He took it back after we found the chest.�
Tia Dalma looked extremely interested at Elizabeth�s casual admission. �Jack let you have him compass, did he?� She asked with a speculative smile.
�For all the good it did,� muttered Elizabeth. �It doesn�t work anyway. It was just a sheer, typical Jack stroke of luck that we got to within a hundred miles of that rotten chest at all.�
�Dat compass, she work jus� fine,� Tia declared, smirking. �Jack barter dat pretty from me, and I don� never send Jack Sparrow away wit a bad bargain. But after he take it, I don� have no control over how he use it, or if he believes the truths it tell him, or what it tells anyone else who use it. Won�t work for just anyone, dat compass - and he know dat as well as I! How long did you hold Jack�s compass, Lizzie?�
Elizabeth bit her lip and forced herself to revisit the frustration and denial she had experienced after they sailed out of Tortuga, whenever she opened the damned lid and saw the needle swing unerringly towards wherever on deck a certain Pirate happened to be standing. �Four days - maybe five,� she muttered reluctantly.

Tia nodded thoughtfully, ��Dis helps. It is good Jack has it wit� him - and dat you have left your mark on it, too. I can use dis. Come - we have work to do.�
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