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Revealed	By : WantedRedhead Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 5618 -:- 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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Author�s Note: No sex yet, but the story will get
there! This tale began after a AWE clip at a shot of Will�s face as he, Beckett
and Jones met Jack, Barbossa and Elizabeth on the beach, and the venom in Will�s
voice as he offers Jack�s compass to whom I guess is Beckett. I had to wonder
if Will really would join the other side, not as a ruse, and why. This is the
result.

         Elizabeth
Swan sat on the deck of The Destiny as she glided through frigid waters. Tia
Dalma had produced the vessel out of thin air, much like her pilot. She glanced
toward the helm and Hector Barbossa. She refused to call, let alone refer to
the once again undead man as Captain.
         She
turned her attention to chunks of white-blue ice floating of their larboard
side. Their jagged edges bobbed beside the ship's hull. Barbossa said, like
people you couldn't judge them by what you saw. What appear small and harmless
underneath could well be massive and deadly. The pirate could've be more right.
         Waves
rolled endlessly, like her guilt. No matter what she claimed, she regretted
sacrificing Jack more than she ever-believed possible, especially her final
words. The cold numbed her body, but not her mind or heart. She sniffed. Icy
air burned her lungs.
         Diamond
stars sparkled above.
         She stared up. Thick snowflakes fell
around her. She watched the delicate crystals dance in the artic wind. The
blast cut like a razor through her blanket. She shivered. Her stiff fingers
fumbled as she pulled the edges tighter around her.
         "Elizabeth,"
Will called standing on the stairs to the hold. "Come below."
         The
strain in his voice mimicked the one in their relationship ever since the Pearl
sank. "I'm fine." She forced a smile.
         He
nodded and disappeared below deck.
         Elizabeth
let out a sigh. All their interactions revolved around polite exchanges. She
still cared for Will. But...She didn't dare follow the course of her thoughts.
         Right
now, only Jack mattered.
         If
Tia Dalma was right, only Jack had the skill to defeat Davy Jones and Cuttler
Beckett.
         "Be
wise to listen to the boy, Miss.�
         Barbossa�s
words interrupted her thoughts. "I'm fine, thank you." She kept her
reply as cold as the temperature.
         "Peas
in a pod," he muttered.
         Her
head snapped around at the familiar phrase. "What did you say?�
         "Jack
and ye, a pair ye are." He maintained his hold on the wheel and inclined
his head in her direction.
         "And
how exactly is that?" She forced her stiff legs straight as she stood and
joined the pirate at the helm. Shifting eyes looked her up and down. She
resisted the instinct to retreat and met his stare.
         A
small smile flicked across his lips. �Both of ye are stubborn without the sense
God gave a mule."
         "And
what would you know of God?" She put on the haughty airs she'd reserved
for Port Royal's most tedious matrons.
         "And,
the pair of ye sharp of tongue."
         Elizabeth
couldn�t stop a rush of the pride at the comparison to her favorite pirate from
childhood. The hours or verbal sparing with Jack were some of her favorites.
She tried several times to play the same game with Will, but he didn�t have the
fast comeback or the wickedness necessary. Unlike Captain Jack Sparrow
         For
hours she and the pirate rogue went back and forth in a furry of words and
innuendo. Gibbs once claimed the two of them made him dizzier than a hurricane.
She smiled recalling the fun they�d had, until reality yanked the veil from her
memory. Jack was gone. Dead. The moments gone, maybe forever. A longing ache
filled her chest.
         The
loss rang deeper than the slow crumble of her relationship with Will. The
feeling was terribly wrong, but nonetheless true. He deserved better. She
glanced towards her naked left ring finger.
         "The
boy's no pirate,� Barbossa said.
         She
didn't need ask who he had referred to. "I know." At one time she had
thought him to be, just as he believed her some good princess.
         "You
on the other hand..."
         "What
about me?"
         He
gave one of his condescending chuckled.
         His
deportment, as though he were privy to some great secret, vexed her.
         "Let's
just say you aren't anything like Mr. Turner."
         Elizabeth
rolled her eyes. "I'd think that obvious."
         "More
than you know.� He grinned.
         The
pirate�s pet monkey screeched and tore up the stair towards them. The little
devil made for her. She glared at the surly minion. �Use me for a ladder and I�m
heaving you overboard.�
         Jack
skidded to a halt on the ice deck and shrieked.
         �See
if I�m joking.� The filthy little beast had bit her once. She�d not give him a
second opportunity. She wrapped her blanket tighter.
         �Here,
Jack.� Barbossa patted the helm.
         The
monkey scampered up the wheel and onto Barbossa�s shoulder. �And to answer yer
question of God,Miss Swan" he adjusted The Destinty�s course, "what I
don't know of Heaven, I've made up in hell."
         She
shivered again, but not from the weather. A part of her wanted to know what lay
on the other wide, and exactly what she had sent Jack Sparrow into. Another
portion, dreaded the answer. "What is Hell like?"
         Barbossa
stiffened and offered the grimmest smile. "Not conversation fit for a
lady."
         "Ha."
She gave a brittle laugh. A cloud of breath froze midair. "We both know
I'm not one, or fragile of a constitution prone to vapors."
         �So
ye aren�t.� He chuckled. "What piqued yer interest, hmmm? Curiosity
perhaps, or something else."
         Elizabeth
didn�t know how to answer. Did Barbossa know about her role in Jack�s death? He
couldn't possibly, could he? She swallowed. "I�m thought it prudent to be
prepared for when we find Jack." She stared into the silent black horizon
as she offered the half-truth.
         �Fine
thought, if that truly what it be.� The condescending chuckled returned. �But
there's no amount of readying, ye can do."
         "But
surely--"
         "Hell
is what ye make it, so unless ye know Jack's mind there's naught to do but wait
until we find him."
         �I
see." Hector Barbossa as mistaken. Plenty could be done, and if right
might aid their search for Captain Jack.
         A
blast of wind stung her cheeks. What did Jack consider worse that all else?
         Losing
the Pearl.
         No,
losing his freedom.
         She
paced in front of the helm. "Think like Jack," she mumbled. As if any
sane person could follow the arbitrary path of the wily pirate�s rum-soaked
mind.
         A
goal took away one�s freedom, as she knew, so did shackles. The images reminded
her how she�d met her pirate hero on the Port Royal dock, after he'd saved her
life. No crew, no ship, and stuck on land.
         That
was it.
         "Land,"
she burst out.
         "Beggin
yer pardon." Barbossa and Little Jack stared in her direction.
         Her
steps quickened as did her pulse. "We need to search for Jack on
land."
         Barbossa
gave a slow nod. "And did a governor�s daughter come to know Jack
Sparrow's mind so well?"
         "Captain,"
she snapped.
         The
re-resurrect pirate smiled.
         "It's
logic." She bristled.
         �And
when, pray tell missy, have ye ever seen Jack use reason?� He and his pet
laughed.
         She
pushed down her amusement. It was true, in so far as Captain Jack Sparrow
follow the rest of the world�s structure. The pirate used a model all his own.
Still, she�d not give Barbossa the satisfaction of her agreement.
         �I
read a lot about him and his adventures as a child.� She thrust her chin out.
         "I'm
certain that's all it is."
         The
snide tone his voice said otherwise.
         Who
cared what Hector thought? Jack was much more important. That�s where her
attention was most needed.
         What
else would torture the legendary pirate? "Jack would hate some place
dry." She paced again. "With no water. Someplace like, like...a
desert!"
         Barbossa
jerked back and then nodded. "Ye maybe on to something there, missy."
"I hope so," she
swallowed. She stared at the stars and cast wish on every one she found. Over
and over she asked for the same thing, find Jack Sparrow and bring him back to
the living.
Thunder broke the silence.
Her gaze snapped up, but the
sky held clear. She glanced towards Barbossa.
He had an ear cocked toward
the bow.
The boom became a steady
pound. Current quickened and The destiny gained speed.
�What�s happening?� she
shouted against the wind.
�We�ve reached The End.�
Excitement flashed in his eyes.
�The end of what?� She
staggered against the gale.
�The world,� he cackled and
pointed toward the bow.
Elizabeth spun around. Water
poured off the edge in a fathomless spill. Her heart stopped. A waterfall. She
had just enough time to think the word before The Destiny tumbled off the world
and she was falling through the air.
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