Chapter 9 of Lost You
Disclaimer: Not mine
Syrianna glanced around the deck of The Pearl. They had set sail a few days ago on the search for Elizabeth. Syri smirked as went back to Jack asking her once again where Lizzie was.
“Where is she? Why won’t ye answer me!?” He said frustrated.
Syri chuckled and looked down at his compass. “Why do ye not use de compass Jack? It’d be much faster instead of askin’ me, don’t ye figure?”
Jack opened and closed his mouth like a fish until he just gave up and picked up the compass.
Syri shook her self out of the memory as Captain Jack Sparrow came to her.
“The compass is pointing to Isle de Perde.”
She smiled, “Then what are ye waiting fer?”
Jack smirked, tipped his hat and went back to the helm.
Syrianna had changed before they left. She no longer wore the flowing white gown as before. Those were ceremonial clothes that was meant to be worn in the world of the Gods so you can appear dignified and powerful.
But she always preferred to be in her own outfit. She wore dark navy pants with a loose white undershirt. She wore a vest over that, along with a long coat that fell just above her ankles. She had been having those clothes for the past 100 years and Syrianna never got tired of them. She may have been born a goddess, but in her heart, she was a pirate.
Syri put her tricorn hat back on her head and looked out to the small island of Isle de Perde. She walked up to the railing and leaned over against it. She sighed but jolted back as she felt energy run through her fingers to her brain.
Elizabeth ran through freezing rain up to a small cottage in the middle of the forest. She knocked frantically, wishing for someone to answer. She turned around to see if anyone was following her but turned back around as the door opened.
She gasped in shock as she saw William Turner on the other end of the door way. Will grinned and told her to come in.
Will took her soaking wet coat and threw it in a basket by the door. “Elizabeth! I can’t believe you’re here!”
Elizabeth grinned gave him a warm hug. But that was when Will noticed that she wasn’t all that warm.
“Oh Elizabeth! Your soaking wet! Let get you some dry clothes before you catch a cold.”
Elizabeth nodded and followed Will into the bathroom. He grabbed a dry shirt and pants from his bedroom before going in with Lizzie.
He handed the clothes to her and let her change.
“Wow…It’s been so long. You look so…different. Much more like a woman.”
Elizabeth blushed lightly and crossed her arms around her body.
“Well…I’ve grown up, Will.”
Will nodded in agreement. “What are you doing all the way out here?”
Elizabeth looked down at her feet.
“Jack…Jack moved on.”
Will’s face grew angry but softened as he saw how pale and sickly Elizabeth looked.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He gave her another hug and kissed her forehead.
Then he pulled away a little and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips what Elizabeth was hesitant about but quickly over come it.
Syrianna lurched back a few steps and looked up to Jack who was staring at her funny.
“Jack is not going to like this.” She mumbled to herself before the crew got ready to dock.
Syrianna glanced around the deck of The Pearl. They had set sail a few days ago on the search for Elizabeth. Syri smirked as went back to Jack asking her once again where Lizzie was.
“Where is she? Why won’t ye answer me!?” He said frustrated.
Syri chuckled and looked down at his compass. “Why do ye not use de compass Jack? It’d be much faster instead of askin’ me, don’t ye figure?”
Jack opened and closed his mouth like a fish until he just gave up and picked up the compass.
Syri shook her self out of the memory as Captain Jack Sparrow came to her.
“The compass is pointing to Isle de Perde.”
She smiled, “Then what are ye waiting fer?”
Jack smirked, tipped his hat and went back to the helm.
Syrianna had changed before they left. She no longer wore the flowing white gown as before. Those were ceremonial clothes that was meant to be worn in the world of the Gods so you can appear dignified and powerful.
But she always preferred to be in her own outfit. She wore dark navy pants with a loose white undershirt. She wore a vest over that, along with a long coat that fell just above her ankles. She had been having those clothes for the past 100 years and Syrianna never got tired of them. She may have been born a goddess, but in her heart, she was a pirate.
Syri put her tricorn hat back on her head and looked out to the small island of Isle de Perde. She walked up to the railing and leaned over against it. She sighed but jolted back as she felt energy run through her fingers to her brain.
Elizabeth ran through freezing rain up to a small cottage in the middle of the forest. She knocked frantically, wishing for someone to answer. She turned around to see if anyone was following her but turned back around as the door opened.
She gasped in shock as she saw William Turner on the other end of the door way. Will grinned and told her to come in.
Will took her soaking wet coat and threw it in a basket by the door. “Elizabeth! I can’t believe you’re here!”
Elizabeth grinned gave him a warm hug. But that was when Will noticed that she wasn’t all that warm.
“Oh Elizabeth! Your soaking wet! Let get you some dry clothes before you catch a cold.”
Elizabeth nodded and followed Will into the bathroom. He grabbed a dry shirt and pants from his bedroom before going in with Lizzie.
He handed the clothes to her and let her change.
“Wow…It’s been so long. You look so…different. Much more like a woman.”
Elizabeth blushed lightly and crossed her arms around her body.
“Well…I’ve grown up, Will.”
Will nodded in agreement. “What are you doing all the way out here?”
Elizabeth looked down at her feet.
“Jack…Jack moved on.”
Will’s face grew angry but softened as he saw how pale and sickly Elizabeth looked.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He gave her another hug and kissed her forehead.
Then he pulled away a little and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips what Elizabeth was hesitant about but quickly over come it.
Syrianna lurched back a few steps and looked up to Jack who was staring at her funny.
“Jack is not going to like this.” She mumbled to herself before the crew got ready to dock.