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Moments in the Life of Jack and Lizzie Sparrow	By : srkier Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 2762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: This is the sequel to my story WobblyLegged RumSwilling Pirates
so if you haven't read that you probably should. There's no real summary I can
give you for this story. Each chapter is a moment in Jack and Lizzie's life-
both before and after the epilogue of the prequel. Some chapters will be long
(like this first one) and other will be very short. These aren't told in any
chronological order so don't worry if you're unsure about the timeline.
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Jack, Lizzie,
or any of the characters from the Pirates Trilogy. It's very sad but very true.
Authors Note: Hello all! I had hoped to post this
story nearly a year ago but I'm sure you all know how real life can get in the
way. I'll be updating as often as I can but I hope you can all bear with me. I
have two other chapters completed and some others started but they are all in
desperate need of revision. Hope you all enjoy the story!

Jack Sparrow was not an easily
angered man.� He took most of life�s little
turns with inexplicable good humor.� In
fact there were only a few times he could remember ever losing his temper.� At this moment, however, he was well and
truly pissed off.

�Six months and you�re already
pining away for bloody Will!�

�I am not pining!�

It was their first big fight as
a married couple.� They�d been married a
full six months now- an impressive length of time considering how different
their temperaments were.� It had started
over something small, as most fights do.�
Jack was in a foul mood from the lack of �honest pirating� they�d done
recently and had snapped at Elizabeth
when she�d asked him a question he�d deemed �stupid.�� The argument had snowballed from there and
now they were engaged in a shouting match in their cabin, no doubt with half
the crew listening on the other side of the door.

�You want your precious William
so badly I�ll be glad to drop you back on Port Royal.� I�m sure he�s still waiting for you.�

�You will do no such thing Jack
Sparrow! This is not about Will! Or me! It�s about you and your damned
insecurities! If you would just listen to me for one moment-�

�I�m done listening... Bloody
mistake is what this was.�

Elizabeth�s
eyes widened in rage for a moment before she picked up a bottle of rum from the
desk and flung it as hard as she could as his head.� Jack ducked just in time and it smashed
against the door.� Closing his eyes
briefly at the sound he stopped to wonder why she always had to go for the
rum.�

Shaking off the thought he straightened,
rage apparent in his own features now as he stalked toward his wife.� She held her ground bravely but couldn�t hold
back a gasp when he grabbed her roughly by the arms and pinned her back against
the desk.

�Now that�s not very nice, Miss Swann,� he growled
dangerously.

Elizabeth�s
mouth dropped open in shock, �Miss Swann?� Did you just call me Miss Swann?�

Jack blinked in surprise as he recalled his words.� She hadn�t been Miss Swann for more than half
a year now.� He was too angry at the
moment, however, to apologize for his mistake.�
Instead he ran with it.

�Aye, way I see it, it shoulda
stayed yer name.�

Jack almost flinched from the look of hurt in her eyes.� A moment later he felt the sting of her hand
on his cheek as she gave him the slap he knew he deserved for that
comment.� She raised her hand to slap him
again and he caught it.

�I wouldn�t be doin� that again,
Lass.� Could be construed as mutiny and ya know what we do ta
mutineers...�

Elizabeth
glared back at him, a challenge shining in her eyes, �You wouldn�t make me walk
the plank.�

�Quite right, I wouldn�t make a woman walk it.� I got no issue with throwin�
ya off on Tortuga
though.�

�You won�t do it.�
Whether you like it right now or not, I�m your wife, Jack!� The woman you swore to love.� Forever.� You can�t just drop me at the next port
because you�re angry with me.�

Jack gave her a wide-eyed look of denial, �I never said I
loved ya.�

Elizabeth
didn�t react, still staring into his eyes in defiance, �No.� You�re right.�
You�ve never told me that you loved me.�
Not out loud.� But that doesn�t
change the fact that you do.� I�ve never
asked you to admit it Jack, but don�t you dare stand there and deny it.�

Jack stood silent, unsure of what to say and after a long
moment of this Elizabeth
seemed to take it as a sign of his denial.�
Pain flashed brightly behind her eyes before she drew herself up
straighter.

�Fine,� she started in a resolved tone, �You want me off
this ship so badly?� We�re only a day or
so from Tia Dalma�s.� I�m sure she would be willing to put me up
somewhere until I can make arrangements to join another crew.�

Jack forced down the apology that came to his lips and
instead scoffed, �Good luck finding a crew that will sign not only a woman but
a woman with my name.�

Elizabeth
arched a brow, �That won�t be an issue.� Tia Dalma did it.� She can undo it.� I have no wish to remain married to a man who has no regard for me at all.�

She was bluffing.�
Jack was sure she was bluffing.�
She wouldn�t leave him.� He was
not going to be the first to give in.

�Fine.� I�ll have Gibbs set a course for Tia�s.� We should
reach her by midday tomorrow.�

He turned on his heel and grabbed his hat and another bottle
of rum before turning towards the door.�
To her credit Elizabeth
did not react to his words or his actions, still standing in front of the desk
with a look of defiance on her face.� He
spared her only a brief glance before storming towards the door and yanking it
open.� The crew that had gathered quickly
found other things to do as they saw the anger on their Captain�s face.� He slammed the door behind him and felt the
last shreds of his anger leave him.� He
leaned against the hard wood and closed his eyes, uncaring for the moment who might see him.

With his ear so close to the door he could hear his wife�s
muffled sobs and the urge to go to her nearly overpowered him.� He could never stomach a woman�s tears and
Lizzie�s had always effected him even more
deeply.� He was resolved, however, not to
break first.� Pushing himself away from
the door he made his way to the helm.

�Mr. Gibbs we have a new heading.�

�Aye Captain.� Where we be headin�
now?�

Jack sighed, �It seems, we have a
need to go upriver again.� The
soon-to-be-former Mrs. Sparrow will be taking her leave,�
the words caught in his throat and coated the inside of his mouth with a foul
taste.

He could tell Gibbs wanted to say something but didn�t want
to speak out of turn to his Captain.

�Spit it out Gibbs,� he snapped, �No use keepin�
it in.�

Gibbs hesitated for a moment, �I was only thinkin� that it�s a shame ta be losin� such a fine pirate.�
Such a fine woman.� Most �f the crew are pretty attached to �er, is all.� Maybe
someone could say somethin� to �er?� Maybe convince �er
there�s somethin� worth stayin�
for?�

Gibbs kept his eyes on the horizon the whole time he spoke,
his hands automatically changing course with his Captain�s orders but Jack got
the message.� He wanted Jack to
apologize, to make things right with his wife.�
Jack wanted nothing more than to do that but his pride held him
back.� He was Captain Jack Sparrow.� He begged for nothing.

�She�s a free woman, Gibbs.�
Not for the likes of us to force her to stay if she wants to go.�

No more words were spoken and Jack made his way to the
galley fully intending to drink himself into a stupor
and stay there until his Lizzie gave up and apologized.� And he knew she would because the alternative
was unacceptable.

He didn�t sleep that night.�
Nor did he drown himself with rum as he�d intended.� Instead he spent the entire night considering
his wife�s words.� He hadn�t fully been
listening at the time but he vaguely recalled her saying something about his
insecurities.� That made no sense at all.� He was Captain Jack Sparrow.� He had absolutely nothing to be insecure
about.

He did wonder sometimes, though, why Elizabeth had chosen him.� She loved him, of course, she�d told him that
much before.� But she�d loved William as
well.� It seemed the only difference
between him and the eunuch was the life they could offer.� Choosing him meant freedom.� Jack often wondered what her choice would
have been had William been able to offer the same.�
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When morning finally arose Jack made his way to the wheel,
taking over for the night helmsman.� A
little time with his Pearl
under his hands and he would feel much better.�
The crew glanced at him worriedly, unsure what kind of mood their
Captain might be in but Jack ignored their presence completely.

The hours passed quickly and before Jack knew it, they were
preparing to anchor near Tia Dalma�s
swamp.� Elizabeth had still not emerged from their
cabin and Jack wondered if she�d forgotten all about their fight already.� No sooner than he�d given the order to drop
anchor however, the cabin door opened and Elizabeth
stepped out, a packed canvas bag in her hand.
Jack flinched at how tired she looked.� It seemed she�d slept no better than
him.� Her eyes were puffy and red and
Jack�s hands itched with the need to comfort her.� They locked eyes for a moment, across the
deck, but neither said a word or made a move toward the other.� That small contact was broken when Gibbs
stepped up behind him and cleared his throat.

�Captain...we�ve uhh...we�ve
readied the longboat.� I think Ragetti was wantin�
ta be the one ta row her
ashore.�

�No,� Jack started, glancing back at Elizabeth, who was
still standing at the door to their cabin, speaking softly to the crew that had
gathered around her, �I�ll row her in.�
Mind the Pearl.� I won�t be long.�

Gibbs blinked in surprise at Jack�s orders for a moment
before nodding, �Aye, Captain.� Give Tia our best.�

Jack nodded absently, already making his way toward Elizabeth.� She looked up at him as he approached,
eyes dry and face blank.� Jack shot a look
to the crew members who were a little too close and they all backed away,
giving Jack and Elizabeth a moment to speak alone.

�Once ya finish sayin� yer goodbyes, come find
me, an� I�ll row ya ashore.�

Elizabeth
merely nodded, �I�ll only be a few moments more Captain Sparrow.� Then you can be rid of me and on your way.�

There was no anger in her tone, no pleading.� There was only resignation and a kind of
defeat.� Jack hated it.� He hated that she would give up so
easily.� It was not the Lizzie he knew,
the Lizzie he married, the Lizzie he loved.� The calm, blank look in her eyes reminded him
of when she�d offered herself to Norrington to save
young Turner.� It was as though her fire
had simply burnt out.�

The look in her eyes and what it implied about her feelings
for him caused Jack�s gut to clench in realization.� Deep down though, he�d always thought that it
was this life that she loved so much, not simply him.� He�d thought he�d just been a bonus.� Looking at her now though, there was no doubt
that as much as she loved being a pirate, Elizabeth
had chosen this life because of him, not him because of his life.

It was his fault.� His
stupid, empty threats, and his refusal to admit that
he even cared about her beyond her abilities as a pirate and a lover had
finally doused the flame that he�d thought nothing could put out.

The fact that she loved him that much,
that he had that much power over her staggered him. Overwhelmed by the
unfamiliar feeling of guilt, Jack turned away from her and made his way as
quickly as he could to the longboat.�
Ignoring Gibbs, he made his way down the ladder and into the boat,
unable to bear being on the deck with her a moment longer.

True to her word Elizabeth
began making her way down the ladder only a few moments after he�d settled into
the boat.� He stood automatically to help
her but when she jumped at the touch of his hands he pulled back.

�My apologies Miss Swann.� Didn�t mean to offend.�

Elizabeth
shook her head and opened her mouth as though she might say something but after
a moment nothing came out and she simply sat down, staring out at the sea.

Jack rowed in silence, aware of a thousand things all at
once. Thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to find a way, any way to
keep her with him, to fix what he�d broken in her.� He could toss the oars out but they were
close enough to shore now that she could simply swim to Tia
Dalma�s.� He
could drag her back to The Black Pearl against her will, but he didn�t think
having an unwilling Elizabeth
aboard would end well for him.� Idea
after idea popped into his head and he rejected each one.� Time was growing short,
Tia�s hut was just around the next bend.

Completely out of ideas, Jack rammed the boat into the
shore, driving the nose of it up into the muck-covered sand that lined the
swamp.� Elizabeth yelped and slid backwards off her
seat, but quickly righted herself and started yelling.

�Jack! What the hell was that?� Were you not watching where you were going at
all?� It�s not enough to be rid of me you
have to kill me too?�

Jack blinked at her.�
He hadn�t thought this plan through past stopping the boat.� He had absolutely no idea what to say to her
and her screeching at him was making it hard for him to concentrate.�� Trying to solve that problem at least he
reached out and covered her mouth with his hand.� It worked.�
Elizabeth
shut up immediately and simply stared at him in shock.

�Shh, I�m thinking,� he said
absently, removing his hand.

Elizabeth�s
eyebrows flew up in disbelief but she stayed quiet.

�You�re not goin�,� he said after
a moment.

�What is that an order?� Elizabeth demanded.

�Yes.�

She huffed, face going dark, �Well
as I am not an official member of your crew, I don�t take orders from you, Mr.
Sparrow.�

�Captain Sparrow,
damn it!� he snapped, forgetting about the argument at hand.

�You called me Miss
Swann.� If you can ignore my proper
title, I can bloody well ignore yours! Now if you�ll excuse me, Mr. Sparrow, I�ll just be on my way.�

With that Elizabeth
grabbed her bag and rose to her feet, swaying for a moment on the wobbly craft,
before swinging a leg over the side.�
Jack started to speak several times as he watched her, too frustrated to
form coherent thought.

�Bugger it.� I�ve
always been more of a doer than a thinker anyway,� he thought, grabbing her arm
and jerking her into his lap.

He covered any protest she might have made with his mouth in
an angry, passionate kiss.� Their teeth
clanged together loudly as he forced her mouth open and swept inside with his
tongue, tangling his fingers into her hair so she couldn�t pull away.� After a second of fighting him, Elizabeth gave in,
digging her nails into his shoulders as she kissed him back just as
violently.� Harsh moans and gasps filled
the air as they simultaneously punished and soothed each other.

Their mouths parted moments later, and they leaned their
foreheads against each other, panting raggedly.

�I�m not denying it,� Jack said, throwing his pride out the
proverbial window.

Elizabeth�s
eyes flew up to meet his, a look of startled hope reflecting in their amber
depths.

�I love you, Lizzie,� he stated, slowly and clearly, �Is
that what ya need ta
hear?� I do.� Yer so deep in me
heart and me soul I doubt I could dig ya out even
were I of a mind to do so.�

Elizabeth
inhaled sharply and opened her mouth to speak but Jack continued, sliding his
hands up to her cheeks so she had no choice but to look him in the eye, �An�
you can get this idea of leavin� out of yer head straight away.�
I warned ya I wouldn�t let ya
go and I meant it.� Yer mine, savvy?�

The last was said with such seriousness that Elizabeth physically
responded to it, trembling in his arms, �I am yours, Jack,� she affirmed.

He nodded sharply, �You are.�

She leaned in closer to him, their eyes only inches apart,
their breath mingling, �But you�re mine, as well.�

Jack searched her eyes for a long moment before nodding
again, �Aye.� I am that,� he vowed
quietly.

Neither moved.� Though their argument was settled, the air
around them was still rife with tension. Jack studied the face of his
wife.� Cheeks flushed with fading anger
and his rough kisses, and eyes alight with triumph and relief, she was
radiant.� Yes, he was hers.� And she was his.� His partner. His love. His wife.� A primitive feeling rose up inside him, demanding
that he reclaim what was his.

There was no way he was going to be able to row all the way
back to the Pearl
before he had her.� Elizabeth felt it too.� He could see it in the way her eyes darkened
filling with hunger.� As he watched, her
gaze flickered to his lips then back to his eyes, the tip of her tongue sliding
out to moisten lips already bruised and swollen from their kisses.� His breathing quickened and he tightened his
grip on her face, reveling in the connection between them.

�Right then. Enough
waiting.�

He crushed her back to him, plundering her mouth with his
tongue and her body with his hands, yanking her more fully onto his lap.� She responded with the same base hunger
pressing her body as close as she could and grinding down onto him.

They fumbled with the fastenings of each others clothes, and
when they finally came together their joining was quick and rough, reaffirming
their vows and their claim on each other.�
The boat rocked wildly with their movements and a few times it nearly
tipped over but neither noticed, their need for each other overpowering all
else.

A brief eternity later, they came to rest at the bottom of
the longboat, breathless and exhausted.�
Tension forgotten, they curled together on the rough wood,
Elizabeth sprawled
bonelessly across Jack�s chest.� The clothes they had managed to remove were
haphazardly flung all over the craft.

�Now that was
interesting,� Jack breathed, running his hands along the smooth skin of his
wife�s back.

Elizabeth
merely laughed in agreement, still trying to catch her breath after their
near-violent reunion.

A few moments later she spoke, sounding hesitant, �Jack?�

He grunted, fighting off the pull of sleep.

�I�m not pining for Will...�

Jack tilted his head to look at her, curious as to why she
was bringing the subject up.�

She stared into his eyes, letting him see the truth in her
eyes �I�m not.� I know you think I only
chose you over Will because of the freedom you could offer me but that is not why.�
If I�d truly loved Will I would have stayed
with him, regardless of how much I love the sea.� I chose you because of you.�

Of course, Jack had already figured this out.� Still...it was nice to hear.

�I know luv,� he replied, smirking
at her.

She blinked, �You know?�
And how exactly do you know?�

Jack sighed and touched Elizabeth�s face, smiling at the way she
leaned into it, �I�m Captain Jack Sparrow, Lizzie girl.� There�s not much about women I don�t know.�

She opened her mouth, no doubt for a sharp retort but he
silenced her with his lips, reveling in the way she melted against him.� He didn�t push for more, merely enjoyed the
play of her lips against his.� When they
broke apart Elizabeth
resumed her original position with her head against his chest.

�I�m sorry I broke your bottle of rum, Jack,� she said
softly a moment later, though he didn�t hear much regret in her voice.

He grunted, �Ya should be.� Bloody waste of good rum.� There were a perfectly good book lyin� on that table.�
Would�a thrown just as well.�

She giggled and Jack poked her in the side, ��M serious,
lass.� Ya keep takin� anger out on my innocent rum an� we�re gonna �ave a problem.�

�Aye, aye Captain,� Elizabeth
saluted him, sounding as serious as she could.

He huffed, �I suppose �m sorry �bout callin�
ya Miss Swann.�

She gave him an arch look, �You suppose...?�

�Now Lizzie don�t go startin�
another argument. �M too tired to make up right now.�

Elizabeth
laughed outright this time and kissed his cheek before settling against him
again.

�We should head back to The Pearl,� she said, a few moments
later.

�Aye,� Jack sighed, �The crew�s probably plannin�
ta mutiny on me as we speak for causin�
you ta leave.�

�Don�t underestimate your crew, Jack.� They would never betray you.�

�It�s not me who�s underestimatin�
my standing with the crew, luv.� I shudder to think what they�d do to me, if
I�d actually let you leave.�

�Well, it doesn�t matter, now.� You didn�t let me leave and I won�t be
planning to try anytime soon,� Elizabeth
stated, planting a quick kiss to her husband�s chest before sitting up to
redress herself.

Jack watched her for a moment, his need for her rising again
now that he�d had time to rest.� Just as
he was about to reach for her, she caught his eye and shook her head.

�Don�t even consider it, Captain Sparrow.� Get dressed and row us home.� Then we�ll see.�

The ride back to The Pearl was silent, though far less
strained than the ride out.� Elizabeth relaxed,
leaning against the back of the boat and trailing her fingers through the
water.� Jack never took his eyes off
her.� She had smoothed her hair and
clothes as best she could but it was obvious what had happened.� Her lips were red and swollen, her eyes a
touch too bright, and, of course, there was the rather large love bite on her
neck, just above the collar of her shirt.�
The sight of the mark caused Jack to shift uncomfortably on the hard
wood of the seat and row that much faster.

As they came alongside the ship Jack stowed the oars and
tied the longboat.� He steadied his wife
while she climbed onto the ladder and she winked at him when he held her waist
a moment longer than was strictly necessary.�
Once she was a few rungs up Jack followed her.

Elizabeth
was swarmed the second she came into sight.�
The crew gathered excitedly around her, barely noticing when their
Captain came into view.� Ragetti looked seconds away from hugging her and even
Gibb�s placed a fatherly hand on her shoulder as he welcomed her back.� Jack watched them all, thinking to himself
that this was the sorriest bunch of scallywag pirates ever to sail the
seas.� He grinned as he thought it
though.

�That�d be the pot callin� the
kettle black, wouldn�t it then Jack?�

�What made you come back Ms. Lizzie?� Pintel
asked, raising his voice to be heard over everyone else.

Jack arched an eyebrow wondering what her answer would be.

�Well I�d forgotten one very important thing about my
husband...�

The crew glanced confusedly between Jack
an Lizzie, �What�d you forget?�

Lizzie looked at Jack then, grinning widely at him.� He knew what she was going to say even before
she turned back to the crew and opened her mouth.

��That he�s Captain
Jack Sparrow, of course.�

Jack laughed out loud and strode over to his wife, catching
her in an embrace and dipping her back dramatically to the cheers of his
crew.� Once he released her from the kiss
he lifted her into his arms and turned to his crew.

�Back to work ya dogs!� Gibbs take the
helm.� I have an important matter to discuss with Mrs. Sparrow,� he looked at
Lizzie as he spoke her correct name, �in my quarters.�

Without another word he carried her across the deck to their
cabin and kicked the door shut behind them.

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