Lost You
Title: Lost you
Rating: Pg-Pg13
Pairing: J/E
Summary: Elizabeth is gone; Jack is confused.
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine. All hail the mouse.
A/N: I was bored and was in a writing mood so i created THIS! TADA!
He didn’t understand. How could she leave him in the middle of the night. No warning, no reason, no goodbye. Jack sighed and rested his head in his hands.
I never meant to hurt her…I never meant to run her out…
A cold breeze came from the open window of the small, wore down room. Jack grunted in aggravation and got up to shut it. He pushed the old wooden handle and closed it. He turned his attention back to his lonely bed but felt the same icy breeze on his back. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the window had opened again.
Damn thing…
He trudged back to the small corner the window was in and slammed it shut.
“There, that should d--”
Slowly, it creaked open yet again.
“The hell? Stupid window!”
He closed it and let go only for it to open again. He did this routine over and over again. Close, let go, open, close, let go, open, close, let go, op…
Jack soon grew tired of it and punched the flimsy, wooden window causing it to fly off it’s hinges, on to the street.
“Oh, damn it ALL!” He screamed as he threw himself on the bed.
“Well…At least the bed didn’t break.” He muttered.
Crack, SLAM!
Jack sighed. “I spoke too soon.” He said while trying to get his tush out of the hole in the middle of the bed.
Once out, he looked around the inn room. Searching for any sign, any hope that Elizabeth didn’t just get up and leave for the hell of it.
Then he saw it, a small piece of paper on the head of the now broken bed. He rushed over and grabbed it. Jack opened it and sat down on an overstuffed chair next to the bunk.
Dear Jack,
I am so sorry for leaving, but my heart tells me that it was for the best. For both of us. I want you to know that you will always be in my heart and my thoughts. I only hope that it is the same for you.
I also hope that you have a happy life with your beloved, Annabel. She told me yesterday that you two were betrothed. I was so shocked, that I didn’t want to ask you if it was true. I am not quite sure what you see in her but I will press on that subject. It is none of my business.
I feel very odd, because after I found out from Annabel, I didn’t feel bad at all. No, I felt glad that you had actually found someone to spend the rest of your life with, I was just sad that it couldn’t of been me.
When I came back to the inn with you last night, I didn’t want to let you go but I knew that I had to so you could go on with your life with Annabel.
All that time when we were making love, I couldn’t stop thinking this is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop, Jack.
I love you too much, but Annabel loves you more and you must love her too.
So this is my goodbye, since I didn’t not have the heart to tell you in person. I hope you have a wonderful life.
Love,
Your Elizabeth
Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. Elizabeth thought he was engaged to Annabel!
The hell was she thinking! I wouldn’t touch her with a 10 foot pole! Oh that bitch is gonna pay for taking away the only thing in this world that made me happy.
With that, he stuffed the note in his jacket pocket, and ran out the door to go to the Wicked Wench, the bar that Annabel worked at.
He saw the tavern and barged through the door.
Everyone turned to see who made all the commotion but Captain Jack Sparrow was pissed and ignored everyone as he made his way down to the barkeep.
“Morn’n Cap’n. Can I ge--”
Jack slammed his hand on the counter and gave him the most darkest glare that he could fathom.
“Benjamin, be a mate and send Annabel out or I’ll get her me self.”
He gave a nervous nod and reached under the counter, coming up with a pair of keys.
“To your l-left C-Cap’n…” He stuttered.
Jack snatched the keys from him and nodded, “Thanks mate.”
He rushed over to the staircase on his left, and climbed up taking the steps by two. He came to her room and banged on the door.
Jack heard a groan behind the door and then a very agitated, “Go away!”
But Jack wasn’t going anywhere. He stuck the key in the lock and waited for the satisfying click, indicating the door was unlocked.
He slammed the door open causing Annabel to jolt up from her bed and scream, “Hey!”
Once she realized who the intruder was she relaxed a little bit.
“Jack! You gave me a fright. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your lady love Elizabeth,” she said stressing her name.
Jack stared daggers at her, “Actually, ye drove her away from me. Telling her that we were betrothed.” He said dangerously low.
Annabel facial expression changed slowly but surely. She knew that she would regret what she had done.
“Jack I--”
But he just held up his hand telling her to stop.
“I don’t wanna hear it. Ye damn well knew that she would leave and let us be. Because ye know that she is loyal, and kind. And ye’re just pathetic for doing this. I mean, I never, EVER, wanted to marry ye!”
Anna flinched and turned her away from him.
But Jack wasn’t having none of that. He walked toward her and grabbed her chin in his hand harshly.
“No! Ye look at me when I’m talking to ye. It’s only polite.”
She kept drifting her eyes away.
“Look at me!”
She obeyed and let a tear slide down her cheek, landing on his hand.
“Jack…I didn’t mean to.”
Jack smirked, “Of course, ye didn’t mean to. Ye also didn’t mean to tell Giselle that I was cheating on her 3 years ago. And ye didn’t MEAN to tell Nicky that I was a eunuch and a queer. That one really hurt me, it did.”
Tearing freely fell from her eyes at this point.
“Jack. I love you. I really do.”
His eyes were little black slits. “If ye really loved me, then ye would’ve let me be happy with my life!”
“But I couldn’t let you go.” She tried to explain.
“We never had anything between us! Don’t ye understand! I never even cared for ye in that way! Ye were my friend. Me mate! But obviously, ye didn’t agree with those arrangements.”
“I’m sorry…” She whisper.
“Ye only wish that ye were.”
With that said he backhanded her, making her retaliate, and causing her to fall off the bed.
“I never want to see ye again, and if for some reason I do, don’t ye dare speak to me.”
He spat on the ground and stomped out the door. When he left the bar, many people stared as he trudged through.
One whore looked at him with fear and confusion.
“What ye looking at wench.” He growled.
She quickly gave her attention to something else.
Jack threw the keys back at the barkeep and rushed through the door.
It was raining outside. He hated the rain. He used to the love the rain ever since he saw Elizabeth dance in it. Now that she was gone…he hated it.
He searched for the familiar sight of black sails past the fog. Finding it, he made his way in that direction.
All the time thinking…
I will find ye Lizzie, my luv. I will find ye.
Rating: Pg-Pg13
Pairing: J/E
Summary: Elizabeth is gone; Jack is confused.
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine. All hail the mouse.
A/N: I was bored and was in a writing mood so i created THIS! TADA!
He didn’t understand. How could she leave him in the middle of the night. No warning, no reason, no goodbye. Jack sighed and rested his head in his hands.
I never meant to hurt her…I never meant to run her out…
A cold breeze came from the open window of the small, wore down room. Jack grunted in aggravation and got up to shut it. He pushed the old wooden handle and closed it. He turned his attention back to his lonely bed but felt the same icy breeze on his back. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the window had opened again.
Damn thing…
He trudged back to the small corner the window was in and slammed it shut.
“There, that should d--”
Slowly, it creaked open yet again.
“The hell? Stupid window!”
He closed it and let go only for it to open again. He did this routine over and over again. Close, let go, open, close, let go, open, close, let go, op…
Jack soon grew tired of it and punched the flimsy, wooden window causing it to fly off it’s hinges, on to the street.
“Oh, damn it ALL!” He screamed as he threw himself on the bed.
“Well…At least the bed didn’t break.” He muttered.
Crack, SLAM!
Jack sighed. “I spoke too soon.” He said while trying to get his tush out of the hole in the middle of the bed.
Once out, he looked around the inn room. Searching for any sign, any hope that Elizabeth didn’t just get up and leave for the hell of it.
Then he saw it, a small piece of paper on the head of the now broken bed. He rushed over and grabbed it. Jack opened it and sat down on an overstuffed chair next to the bunk.
Dear Jack,
I am so sorry for leaving, but my heart tells me that it was for the best. For both of us. I want you to know that you will always be in my heart and my thoughts. I only hope that it is the same for you.
I also hope that you have a happy life with your beloved, Annabel. She told me yesterday that you two were betrothed. I was so shocked, that I didn’t want to ask you if it was true. I am not quite sure what you see in her but I will press on that subject. It is none of my business.
I feel very odd, because after I found out from Annabel, I didn’t feel bad at all. No, I felt glad that you had actually found someone to spend the rest of your life with, I was just sad that it couldn’t of been me.
When I came back to the inn with you last night, I didn’t want to let you go but I knew that I had to so you could go on with your life with Annabel.
All that time when we were making love, I couldn’t stop thinking this is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop, Jack.
I love you too much, but Annabel loves you more and you must love her too.
So this is my goodbye, since I didn’t not have the heart to tell you in person. I hope you have a wonderful life.
Love,
Your Elizabeth
Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. Elizabeth thought he was engaged to Annabel!
The hell was she thinking! I wouldn’t touch her with a 10 foot pole! Oh that bitch is gonna pay for taking away the only thing in this world that made me happy.
With that, he stuffed the note in his jacket pocket, and ran out the door to go to the Wicked Wench, the bar that Annabel worked at.
He saw the tavern and barged through the door.
Everyone turned to see who made all the commotion but Captain Jack Sparrow was pissed and ignored everyone as he made his way down to the barkeep.
“Morn’n Cap’n. Can I ge--”
Jack slammed his hand on the counter and gave him the most darkest glare that he could fathom.
“Benjamin, be a mate and send Annabel out or I’ll get her me self.”
He gave a nervous nod and reached under the counter, coming up with a pair of keys.
“To your l-left C-Cap’n…” He stuttered.
Jack snatched the keys from him and nodded, “Thanks mate.”
He rushed over to the staircase on his left, and climbed up taking the steps by two. He came to her room and banged on the door.
Jack heard a groan behind the door and then a very agitated, “Go away!”
But Jack wasn’t going anywhere. He stuck the key in the lock and waited for the satisfying click, indicating the door was unlocked.
He slammed the door open causing Annabel to jolt up from her bed and scream, “Hey!”
Once she realized who the intruder was she relaxed a little bit.
“Jack! You gave me a fright. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your lady love Elizabeth,” she said stressing her name.
Jack stared daggers at her, “Actually, ye drove her away from me. Telling her that we were betrothed.” He said dangerously low.
Annabel facial expression changed slowly but surely. She knew that she would regret what she had done.
“Jack I--”
But he just held up his hand telling her to stop.
“I don’t wanna hear it. Ye damn well knew that she would leave and let us be. Because ye know that she is loyal, and kind. And ye’re just pathetic for doing this. I mean, I never, EVER, wanted to marry ye!”
Anna flinched and turned her away from him.
But Jack wasn’t having none of that. He walked toward her and grabbed her chin in his hand harshly.
“No! Ye look at me when I’m talking to ye. It’s only polite.”
She kept drifting her eyes away.
“Look at me!”
She obeyed and let a tear slide down her cheek, landing on his hand.
“Jack…I didn’t mean to.”
Jack smirked, “Of course, ye didn’t mean to. Ye also didn’t mean to tell Giselle that I was cheating on her 3 years ago. And ye didn’t MEAN to tell Nicky that I was a eunuch and a queer. That one really hurt me, it did.”
Tearing freely fell from her eyes at this point.
“Jack. I love you. I really do.”
His eyes were little black slits. “If ye really loved me, then ye would’ve let me be happy with my life!”
“But I couldn’t let you go.” She tried to explain.
“We never had anything between us! Don’t ye understand! I never even cared for ye in that way! Ye were my friend. Me mate! But obviously, ye didn’t agree with those arrangements.”
“I’m sorry…” She whisper.
“Ye only wish that ye were.”
With that said he backhanded her, making her retaliate, and causing her to fall off the bed.
“I never want to see ye again, and if for some reason I do, don’t ye dare speak to me.”
He spat on the ground and stomped out the door. When he left the bar, many people stared as he trudged through.
One whore looked at him with fear and confusion.
“What ye looking at wench.” He growled.
She quickly gave her attention to something else.
Jack threw the keys back at the barkeep and rushed through the door.
It was raining outside. He hated the rain. He used to the love the rain ever since he saw Elizabeth dance in it. Now that she was gone…he hated it.
He searched for the familiar sight of black sails past the fog. Finding it, he made his way in that direction.
All the time thinking…
I will find ye Lizzie, my luv. I will find ye.