Post by Celede on Aug 13, 2004 5:14:08 GMT -5
THIS IS A ELIZABETH/JACK FIC.... I'm not 100% sure this is where i should put this but could someone move it for me if it belongs somewhere else?
Disclaimer: I don’t any of it! It all belongs to the mouse and the man.
Rating: PG-13 just in case I decide to be naughty later…
Part I
He had said we were peas in a pod. I didn’t know what he’d meant. He had said that things would never have worked out between us. I beg to differ.
As I stand alone at the window, watching the man I thought I’d love until the end of time sail away with my father, I can’t help but want to scream. Scream at them all. We had survived cursed pirates! How was one supposed to return to the endless barrage of parties and dull conversation? The tight corsets and silk dresses. The propriety and perfection.
I hate it.
As the Dauntless sails out of view I stay entrenched to the spot. My thoughts wander to cause of my ill-perfection. I often catch myself thinking about him. I wonder where he is and if he’s happy, or if he feels there is something missing as I do. I sometimes catch myself wondering if he is even still alive. I don’t like to think about it though and I’m fairly certain that if he had succumb to some disastrous fate, word would have reached Port Royal. After all, the Commodore is still the scourge of piracy.
As the sun sets over the horizon I start humming a tune all too familiar “We’re devils and black sheep and really bad eggs….”<br>
~*~
Somewhere in the Caribbean seas a pirates turns west and whispers “…drink up me hearties yo ho…”
Part II
It had been three weeks since I had watched Will and my father sail away. Three long, tedious and miserable weeks.
On the final day of the third week I was sitting alone in my parlour, doing nothing but watch the ocean heave, when Estelle brought in a letter. My heart leapt with joy at the thought that it might be from Will, or even my father. But sadly it was from neither, simply my aunt Lady Margaret requesting me to call on her as she had heard that I was unaccompanied at the present time and that was most unacceptable for a young lady.
I sighed.
“If it’s not to bold for me to ask milady, was the letter from Mr Turner?” Estelle asked kindly.
“No,” I replied sadly “Just Aunt Margaret requesting for me to call on her, seems she found out that I was alone here, and that is most unacceptable” I said micking her stern tone.
Estelle looked at me.
“Oh, I suppose you’d better pack,” I said begrudgingly “We should depart first thing in the morning. The sooner we depart, the sooner we will return.”
I turned from the window and followed Estelle up the stairs. Visiting my aunt was the last thing I wanted to do, but it would help pass the otherwise dull and deary time that was my life as of late.
~*~
“Aye Jack, we’re bout on the Port, make way into the harbour?” Gibbs asked
“No, drop anchor in the cove. I ‘ave some business to take care of and I don’t have any desire for the Commodore blowin’ holes in me ship again.” the Captain returned.
Part III
I looked up at the sprawling house looming over the horizon and silently cursed. I was very nearly certain that I could be somewhere else at this given moment, doing something to a great extent more pleasing. Like swimming with sharks perhaps? The carriage came to an abrupt halt and the door opened all to suddenly for my liking and suddenly I was standing before my aunt listening to her berate my father for leaving me alone at home. My thoughts began to wander as she started on “…most unacceptable for a young lady…” and settled on what I had once thought as the very bane of my being.
‘Jack Sparrow, I wonder where you are right now and why you aren’t here saving me from my supposed fate worse than death. ’
“Elizabeth Swann, I do believe you’ve heard not but a word I have spoken to you!” broke though my thoughts.
“Hm? Oh yes of course Aunt Margaret, the trip was most agreeable.” I replied.
“If you would pardon my intrusion Lady Margaret, Miss Swann has had quite a arduous few days and I think it may be best for her to retire now for some rest before dinner tonight.” Estelle came to my rescue.
Just like Jack would do. My thoughts interrupted. I frowned
“Oh yes of course,” Aunt Margaret was saying “Do dress well for dinner tonight Elizabeth dear, there is a young gentleman I would most like to present to you
Probably not the best time to inform her I am betrothed. I smiled.
~*~
“ere Jack, what you mean she’s not ‘ere? We be in the right port eye?” Gibbs asked
“Gone to visit ‘er Aunt or some nonsense. Never the less, I know where that is now and I’m going to get ‘er.” Jack stated.
Gibbs frowned.
“And why would you be wanting to do that now Jack?” Gibbs looked confused.
“Cause I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Adelio get ‘er.” he replied.
“Now what would a scallywag like Adelio be wanting with Miss Elizabeth?”
Gibbs was perplexed by the whole situation. First Jack very randomly told the crew to set sail for Port Royal and now he was going to be chasing Elizabeth Swann all over the Caribbean.
“Because she has something he wants. And it’s my fault she has it.” Jack said bleakly.
[glow=blue,2,300]now thats all i have for now seeing as i lost the rest of it when i was attacked by a virus... but if you all like it and want me to i'll get straight back into writing more [/glow]
Disclaimer: I don’t any of it! It all belongs to the mouse and the man.
Rating: PG-13 just in case I decide to be naughty later…
Part I
He had said we were peas in a pod. I didn’t know what he’d meant. He had said that things would never have worked out between us. I beg to differ.
As I stand alone at the window, watching the man I thought I’d love until the end of time sail away with my father, I can’t help but want to scream. Scream at them all. We had survived cursed pirates! How was one supposed to return to the endless barrage of parties and dull conversation? The tight corsets and silk dresses. The propriety and perfection.
I hate it.
As the Dauntless sails out of view I stay entrenched to the spot. My thoughts wander to cause of my ill-perfection. I often catch myself thinking about him. I wonder where he is and if he’s happy, or if he feels there is something missing as I do. I sometimes catch myself wondering if he is even still alive. I don’t like to think about it though and I’m fairly certain that if he had succumb to some disastrous fate, word would have reached Port Royal. After all, the Commodore is still the scourge of piracy.
As the sun sets over the horizon I start humming a tune all too familiar “We’re devils and black sheep and really bad eggs….”<br>
~*~
Somewhere in the Caribbean seas a pirates turns west and whispers “…drink up me hearties yo ho…”
Part II
It had been three weeks since I had watched Will and my father sail away. Three long, tedious and miserable weeks.
On the final day of the third week I was sitting alone in my parlour, doing nothing but watch the ocean heave, when Estelle brought in a letter. My heart leapt with joy at the thought that it might be from Will, or even my father. But sadly it was from neither, simply my aunt Lady Margaret requesting me to call on her as she had heard that I was unaccompanied at the present time and that was most unacceptable for a young lady.
I sighed.
“If it’s not to bold for me to ask milady, was the letter from Mr Turner?” Estelle asked kindly.
“No,” I replied sadly “Just Aunt Margaret requesting for me to call on her, seems she found out that I was alone here, and that is most unacceptable” I said micking her stern tone.
Estelle looked at me.
“Oh, I suppose you’d better pack,” I said begrudgingly “We should depart first thing in the morning. The sooner we depart, the sooner we will return.”
I turned from the window and followed Estelle up the stairs. Visiting my aunt was the last thing I wanted to do, but it would help pass the otherwise dull and deary time that was my life as of late.
~*~
“Aye Jack, we’re bout on the Port, make way into the harbour?” Gibbs asked
“No, drop anchor in the cove. I ‘ave some business to take care of and I don’t have any desire for the Commodore blowin’ holes in me ship again.” the Captain returned.
Part III
I looked up at the sprawling house looming over the horizon and silently cursed. I was very nearly certain that I could be somewhere else at this given moment, doing something to a great extent more pleasing. Like swimming with sharks perhaps? The carriage came to an abrupt halt and the door opened all to suddenly for my liking and suddenly I was standing before my aunt listening to her berate my father for leaving me alone at home. My thoughts began to wander as she started on “…most unacceptable for a young lady…” and settled on what I had once thought as the very bane of my being.
‘Jack Sparrow, I wonder where you are right now and why you aren’t here saving me from my supposed fate worse than death. ’
“Elizabeth Swann, I do believe you’ve heard not but a word I have spoken to you!” broke though my thoughts.
“Hm? Oh yes of course Aunt Margaret, the trip was most agreeable.” I replied.
“If you would pardon my intrusion Lady Margaret, Miss Swann has had quite a arduous few days and I think it may be best for her to retire now for some rest before dinner tonight.” Estelle came to my rescue.
Just like Jack would do. My thoughts interrupted. I frowned
“Oh yes of course,” Aunt Margaret was saying “Do dress well for dinner tonight Elizabeth dear, there is a young gentleman I would most like to present to you
Probably not the best time to inform her I am betrothed. I smiled.
~*~
“ere Jack, what you mean she’s not ‘ere? We be in the right port eye?” Gibbs asked
“Gone to visit ‘er Aunt or some nonsense. Never the less, I know where that is now and I’m going to get ‘er.” Jack stated.
Gibbs frowned.
“And why would you be wanting to do that now Jack?” Gibbs looked confused.
“Cause I’ll be damned if I’m going to let Adelio get ‘er.” he replied.
“Now what would a scallywag like Adelio be wanting with Miss Elizabeth?”
Gibbs was perplexed by the whole situation. First Jack very randomly told the crew to set sail for Port Royal and now he was going to be chasing Elizabeth Swann all over the Caribbean.
“Because she has something he wants. And it’s my fault she has it.” Jack said bleakly.
[glow=blue,2,300]now thats all i have for now seeing as i lost the rest of it when i was attacked by a virus... but if you all like it and want me to i'll get straight back into writing more [/glow]