"One Day" - Pirates of the Caribbean: Jack/Elizabeth
After seeing Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End on Thursday night, I realized that I hadn't done anymore Jack/Elizabeth fics for this comm, so here is one more for now until I can write the other one I have swimming around in my mind somewhere.
Title: One Day
Author/Artist/Iconist: pridefulpenguin
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Claim: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Prompt Set: Blue
Prompt: 002 - Sake of Love for 7rainbowprompts
Type: Fanfiction
Word Count: 883
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End spoilers! Post-AWE/AU fic. The title of the fic is a title of one of the songs on the soundtrack.
Elizabeth sat barefoot in the sand, legs pulled up to her chest and her head resting on top of her knees. She stared listlessly at the chest in front of her. It sat still, its own weight causing the sand around the edges of it to sink in on itself. Even though it didn’t move, Elizabeth didn’t need to open it. She knew what was inside the chest, and her ears picked up on the faint ‘thump thump’ of the heart inside the sealed enclosure.
Will had given it to her before he left at sunset those many years ago. He had told her that it belonged to her, that it always had, and it always would. Elizabeth had willingly and gladly taken it. She never had a fleeting thought of not accepting it. Now her husband’s heart lay thumping in a closed and locked chest less than an arm’s length away, a reminder of the man she loved that was out at sea.
She hadn’t understood what Bootstrap meant when he told her that if Will came to save him then he couldn’t be with her. She never understood until it actually happened. She thought back to that incident so many years ago.
Will, Jack, and herself had all boarded the Flying Dutchman, each with their own agenda: Will to free his father, Jack to kill Davy Jones, and Elizabeth to save Will. As Jack held Jones’ beating heart in his hand, knife poised in his hand, he hesitated a moment too long and Jones took that opportunity to stab Will in his chest and straight through his heart. Therefore, Jack could not be the one to kill Davy Jones, but Will.
However, Will was too weak to stab Jones’ heart himself, so as Elizabeth held his head and prayed that he lived, Jack moved over to kneel down next to Will, and took the young man’s hand in his, placing the knife in Will’s hand, and thrust the knife into Jones’ heart, in effect causing Will to stab Davy Jones through the heart.
Davy Jones died then and there, in that exact moment; but The Flying Dutchman always had to have a captain-and since Will killed Jones, he was the one to become the next captain of the Dutchman. His own father, William ‘Bootstrap Bill’ Turner, was forced to cut Will’s heart from his chest and replaced it into the chest that had formerly held Jones’ heart.
Now this was that same chest, holding that same heart, at which Elizabeth was staring. Just then, her attention was drawn away from the chest when a young boy of eight ran in front of her line of vision as he trotted over to her.
“When will I get to meet Father?” he asked as he kneeled down next to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth raised her arm from her side, and young William moved to sit cross-legged and snuggled up to his mother. “You will get to meet him soon, Will,” she replied softly, as she moved her legs down to copy his sitting position.
‘Soon’ was not clear enough for the eight-year-old boy, and he looked up at his mother quizzically. Elizabeth saw his questioning look, and she smiled down at him, as she replied, “Your father will be here for a visit in under a year, dear one. He will be here around your birthday, give or take a month or two.”
“Oh…” came a small, dejected reply. William sighed and shrugged his shoulders before he climbed into his mother’s lap and snuggled close against her chest. After a moment’s pause, he pulled back and tilted his head where he could be looking into his mother’s eyes. “What about Uncle Jack, then? Will he be coming back before Father?”
The sincerity of her son’s question, and with the conviction he asked it, made Elizabeth start slightly in surprise. She had not been expecting him to ask that question. “I don’t know,” she was able to reply truthfully before her mind again drifted off on a sea of thoughts.
Will had left her on this island over eight years ago, and Elizabeth thought she would be completely alone, until she found out that she was pregnant. She carried, birthed, and raised the child all on her own, and young William had been her pride and joy, as well as her constant companion, since the day he was born.
For years it had only been Elizabeth and William, William and Elizabeth. That is, until Jack Sparrow entered the scene. He claimed that he had found immortality in “El Agua de la Vida” or “The Water of Life”; and ever since his arrival on shore that day, Jack had come and gone as he pleased. However, he was a fairly frequent visitor in the more recent years and months. So much as to even be dubbed ‘Uncle’ and surrogate father to little William.
Her thoughts were broken into as her son suddenly spoke up. “I hope he comes back soon! I like him!”
Elizabeth couldn’t help it as a genuine smile crossed her lips-something that happened less and less frequently since she had seen Will off those many years ago-as she let a small sigh escape them. “I do too, William, I do too.”
Title: One Day
Author/Artist/Iconist: pridefulpenguin
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Claim: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Prompt Set: Blue
Prompt: 002 - Sake of Love for 7rainbowprompts
Type: Fanfiction
Word Count: 883
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End spoilers! Post-AWE/AU fic. The title of the fic is a title of one of the songs on the soundtrack.
Elizabeth sat barefoot in the sand, legs pulled up to her chest and her head resting on top of her knees. She stared listlessly at the chest in front of her. It sat still, its own weight causing the sand around the edges of it to sink in on itself. Even though it didn’t move, Elizabeth didn’t need to open it. She knew what was inside the chest, and her ears picked up on the faint ‘thump thump’ of the heart inside the sealed enclosure.
Will had given it to her before he left at sunset those many years ago. He had told her that it belonged to her, that it always had, and it always would. Elizabeth had willingly and gladly taken it. She never had a fleeting thought of not accepting it. Now her husband’s heart lay thumping in a closed and locked chest less than an arm’s length away, a reminder of the man she loved that was out at sea.
She hadn’t understood what Bootstrap meant when he told her that if Will came to save him then he couldn’t be with her. She never understood until it actually happened. She thought back to that incident so many years ago.
Will, Jack, and herself had all boarded the Flying Dutchman, each with their own agenda: Will to free his father, Jack to kill Davy Jones, and Elizabeth to save Will. As Jack held Jones’ beating heart in his hand, knife poised in his hand, he hesitated a moment too long and Jones took that opportunity to stab Will in his chest and straight through his heart. Therefore, Jack could not be the one to kill Davy Jones, but Will.
However, Will was too weak to stab Jones’ heart himself, so as Elizabeth held his head and prayed that he lived, Jack moved over to kneel down next to Will, and took the young man’s hand in his, placing the knife in Will’s hand, and thrust the knife into Jones’ heart, in effect causing Will to stab Davy Jones through the heart.
Davy Jones died then and there, in that exact moment; but The Flying Dutchman always had to have a captain-and since Will killed Jones, he was the one to become the next captain of the Dutchman. His own father, William ‘Bootstrap Bill’ Turner, was forced to cut Will’s heart from his chest and replaced it into the chest that had formerly held Jones’ heart.
Now this was that same chest, holding that same heart, at which Elizabeth was staring. Just then, her attention was drawn away from the chest when a young boy of eight ran in front of her line of vision as he trotted over to her.
“When will I get to meet Father?” he asked as he kneeled down next to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth raised her arm from her side, and young William moved to sit cross-legged and snuggled up to his mother. “You will get to meet him soon, Will,” she replied softly, as she moved her legs down to copy his sitting position.
‘Soon’ was not clear enough for the eight-year-old boy, and he looked up at his mother quizzically. Elizabeth saw his questioning look, and she smiled down at him, as she replied, “Your father will be here for a visit in under a year, dear one. He will be here around your birthday, give or take a month or two.”
“Oh…” came a small, dejected reply. William sighed and shrugged his shoulders before he climbed into his mother’s lap and snuggled close against her chest. After a moment’s pause, he pulled back and tilted his head where he could be looking into his mother’s eyes. “What about Uncle Jack, then? Will he be coming back before Father?”
The sincerity of her son’s question, and with the conviction he asked it, made Elizabeth start slightly in surprise. She had not been expecting him to ask that question. “I don’t know,” she was able to reply truthfully before her mind again drifted off on a sea of thoughts.
Will had left her on this island over eight years ago, and Elizabeth thought she would be completely alone, until she found out that she was pregnant. She carried, birthed, and raised the child all on her own, and young William had been her pride and joy, as well as her constant companion, since the day he was born.
For years it had only been Elizabeth and William, William and Elizabeth. That is, until Jack Sparrow entered the scene. He claimed that he had found immortality in “El Agua de la Vida” or “The Water of Life”; and ever since his arrival on shore that day, Jack had come and gone as he pleased. However, he was a fairly frequent visitor in the more recent years and months. So much as to even be dubbed ‘Uncle’ and surrogate father to little William.
Her thoughts were broken into as her son suddenly spoke up. “I hope he comes back soon! I like him!”
Elizabeth couldn’t help it as a genuine smile crossed her lips-something that happened less and less frequently since she had seen Will off those many years ago-as she let a small sigh escape them. “I do too, William, I do too.”