PotC: Deprature
My fist attempt at PotC drabbles. heh I know it's terrible.
Title: Departure
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth, Will
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
Word count: 533
Summary: Post AWE. After rescuing Jack, Elizabeth and Will sail back to Port Royal on the Black Pearl. Elizabeth is waiting for the ship to leave.
Notes: My first ever drabble and first ever PotC fic ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC.
He wasn’t sure how her voice sounded when she was saying goodbye. She didn’t give him a farewell kiss, she didn’t cry. She didn’t even look back when she was leaving the deck of his ship.
He knew she’d never do it, even if she wanted. He smirked to himself. Lizzie. The girl had her code of behaviour. And of thinking. He was sure she didn’t hope for more than she got from him; a small goodbye nod.
“Cap’n?” asked Mr. Gibbs. “Are we waitin’ for somethin’? We should leave before the tide changes.”
Jack looked away from docks and cleared his throat.
“Aye.” he said, adjusting his hat. “Call together rest of the crew.”
***
She looked at masts and sails of the Black Pearl looming in the distance. The ship was enshrouded in early morning fog. It was soon to departure from Port Royal.
She was standing by the cold balustrade. Every minute seemed to be an hour for her. When will the ship finally leave?
Elizabeth Swann has done what she pledged to do; she helped to rescue the Captain and to restore his beloved ship. Her part in the story of Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl was over.
Now her own life was to begin. Her own life… It’d be so easy if only her life didn’t feel more bound with the sea than with the land. If only she didn’t hear the call of freedom in the sails of Black Pearl flapping in the wind. If only she had never met Jack.
If only she had never kissed him.
She no longer knew anything. She no longer knew herself. But one thing she was sure; this kiss left a deep scar on her soul. The scar that time can not heal. She could still feel it. This growing sensation… His greedy lips, not hesitating to accept what she was giving to him… And then this admiration shining through his dark eyes when she left him…
She shivered; her eyes widened with fear. Has the ship twitched?!
No! I can’t just... Not yet!
“Are you cold?” asked a mellow voice somewhere behind her.
“No.” she said, more to herself than to him. No. It was just her imagination. The Black Pearl didn’t move.
Fortunately. She still had time to just look at it and remember. This kiss… Oh God, this kiss.
Her future husband was standing by her side, looking jut like her, at the docs, his hand was resting on her shoulder. He had no idea what she was thinking about now. And he’ll never know. Even if she was to live her whole life lying, she’ll never tell him what the call of freedom is like.
She wished the Pearl just sailed away. As long as it was in the dock, she couldn’t think clearly.
She seemed to be calm and rigid. But behind the mask of composure, she was hiding anxiety and extreme tension. Her fingers whitened from clutching the edge of marble balustrade.
The Black Pearl was still docking in Port Royal. Still there, as if was waiting for something. And tempting her to do what she could regret.
Why haven’t they left yet?
Title: Departure
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Elizabeth, Will
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
Word count: 533
Summary: Post AWE. After rescuing Jack, Elizabeth and Will sail back to Port Royal on the Black Pearl. Elizabeth is waiting for the ship to leave.
Notes: My first ever drabble and first ever PotC fic ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC.
He wasn’t sure how her voice sounded when she was saying goodbye. She didn’t give him a farewell kiss, she didn’t cry. She didn’t even look back when she was leaving the deck of his ship.
He knew she’d never do it, even if she wanted. He smirked to himself. Lizzie. The girl had her code of behaviour. And of thinking. He was sure she didn’t hope for more than she got from him; a small goodbye nod.
“Cap’n?” asked Mr. Gibbs. “Are we waitin’ for somethin’? We should leave before the tide changes.”
Jack looked away from docks and cleared his throat.
“Aye.” he said, adjusting his hat. “Call together rest of the crew.”
***
She looked at masts and sails of the Black Pearl looming in the distance. The ship was enshrouded in early morning fog. It was soon to departure from Port Royal.
She was standing by the cold balustrade. Every minute seemed to be an hour for her. When will the ship finally leave?
Elizabeth Swann has done what she pledged to do; she helped to rescue the Captain and to restore his beloved ship. Her part in the story of Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl was over.
Now her own life was to begin. Her own life… It’d be so easy if only her life didn’t feel more bound with the sea than with the land. If only she didn’t hear the call of freedom in the sails of Black Pearl flapping in the wind. If only she had never met Jack.
If only she had never kissed him.
She no longer knew anything. She no longer knew herself. But one thing she was sure; this kiss left a deep scar on her soul. The scar that time can not heal. She could still feel it. This growing sensation… His greedy lips, not hesitating to accept what she was giving to him… And then this admiration shining through his dark eyes when she left him…
She shivered; her eyes widened with fear. Has the ship twitched?!
No! I can’t just... Not yet!
“Are you cold?” asked a mellow voice somewhere behind her.
“No.” she said, more to herself than to him. No. It was just her imagination. The Black Pearl didn’t move.
Fortunately. She still had time to just look at it and remember. This kiss… Oh God, this kiss.
Her future husband was standing by her side, looking jut like her, at the docs, his hand was resting on her shoulder. He had no idea what she was thinking about now. And he’ll never know. Even if she was to live her whole life lying, she’ll never tell him what the call of freedom is like.
She wished the Pearl just sailed away. As long as it was in the dock, she couldn’t think clearly.
She seemed to be calm and rigid. But behind the mask of composure, she was hiding anxiety and extreme tension. Her fingers whitened from clutching the edge of marble balustrade.
The Black Pearl was still docking in Port Royal. Still there, as if was waiting for something. And tempting her to do what she could regret.
Why haven’t they left yet?