Fic: See If I Care- Pirates of the Caribbean
Title: See If I Care
author: Tracy (lunarknightz)
Disclaimers: Disney and a million people more awesome than me own these characters. But isn't fan fiction kinda piratey, anyway?
Spoilers: It's set presummably after the third movie- there are spoilers for "Dead Man's Chest", but not for the next movie, for I own not a TARDIS or a DeLorean.
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG13
Summary: Very few things in life are easy.
Note: Written for the "You Gotta Have Cash" ficathon. It's a dreadfully late entry, but it's done. Inspired by "Jackson" by Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash.
Will isn’t good at holding his rum, and he realized this as he ungracefully flopped head first onto the dusty Tortuga ground.
He’s made a mistake. Par for the course; for all he seems to do lately is make one gruesome misjudgment after the other. A lesser man might have given in, but the word quit isn’t exactly in Will Turner’s vocabulary.
“William Turner!” A loud boisterous voice stood out above all Pirate generated buzz that lingers over the city. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He stumbled to his feet, a tad inhibited by the massive amount of rum he’s ingested. “Elizabeth!” His wife stood before him, clad clothing that he recognizes as his own. And even though it’s not the first time he’s seen Elizabeth in men’s clothing, he can’t help but exclaim “What in are you wearing?”
“Oh Will.” Elizabeth sighed. “I’m not the perfectly pathetic wilting flower you seem to think I am.”
“Right.” As if he hasn’t seen her do things that most women- couldn’t or wouldn’t do. Will knows better than to underestimate her. He’s known better since the day he met her when he’d been fished from wreckage in the sea, and she sat by his side, singing sea chanties with questionable lyrics that a girl her age had absolutely no right to know. “I need more rum.” Will sighed and turned on his heel.
“Oh, you’ve had more than enough rum.” Elizabeth tugged on his shoulder, turning Will around so that he faced her. “You’re not going in there.”
“I bloody well am!”
“You smell worse than a pig pen, William! It’s time to give up this nonsense and come home! You don’t belong with those scoundrels and villains, Will, you’re better than that!”
“I’m a pirate.” He glared at her before walking back over towards the pub.
“What you are is an annoying, stupid prat!” Elizabeth followed him, tenacious and stubborn; she will not be ignored. “For crying out loud, Will, just come home!”
“You said it was over!” He replies coldly.
“I didn’t mean it!”
“Then why in the hell did you say it, Elizabeth?” Will growled through gritted teeth.
“Because it’s not easy! I thought marriage would be romantic and mysterious, but instead it’s full of chores and duties and budgets and servants! With all the things I have to do, I never have time to do what I want to do, and I feel like between your schedule and mine, I never get a chance to see you anymore!” She exploded. “Marriage isn’t easy, Will, and I’m miserable!”
Will stared at her silently for a moment, before reaching out and gently touching her hand. “I don’t want you to be miserable. If…if there was something I could do…or say…”
“The problem isn’t you, Will! It’s me! I’d make a better pirate than I would a housewife, and you know it!”
“You’re not making sense.”
“I never said I was rational!”
Will sighed. “So where in the hell do we go from here? You’re miserable with me, and I’m miserable without you. We’ve made things a terrible mess.”
“Do you think I snuck aboard a merchant ship and traveled all the way to this godforsaken country just to let you go, Will? We’ve fought undead pirates and Davy Jones himself, and you flinch now, just because we have a silly little fight?”
“Your exact words were ‘Get the Hell Out’!”
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it! God, Will! Listen to me! I love you. I love you more than any other man I have ever known, and when life is stupid and hard and ugly there’s not anyone that I would want at my side!”
“Not even Jack?”
“Tell me you’re over that.” Elizabeth scoffed. “That kiss meant nothing, Will. You’re the one I married. You’re the one I love. And I thought by now that would have gotten through your wonderfully thick head.”
“It has.” Will said with a smile. “I just like to hear you say it.” He drew Elizabeth into his arms, and kissed her deeply.
“Let’s get out of here.” Elizabeth said, as a mischievous grin lit up her face.
“Oh. Why?”
“See that pirate over there? The one with the hideous beard? Now just imagine what he’d like to do to that redhead he’s chatting up.”
“Yeah?”
“His thoughts are a tad bit less lecherous than what I’d like to do you.”
Will’s mouth hung open. “So I take it that we’re not done.”
“Not a chance.” Elizabeth said, taking Will’s hand and leading her lover off into the dark Caribbean night.
author: Tracy (lunarknightz)
Disclaimers: Disney and a million people more awesome than me own these characters. But isn't fan fiction kinda piratey, anyway?
Spoilers: It's set presummably after the third movie- there are spoilers for "Dead Man's Chest", but not for the next movie, for I own not a TARDIS or a DeLorean.
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG13
Summary: Very few things in life are easy.
Note: Written for the "You Gotta Have Cash" ficathon. It's a dreadfully late entry, but it's done. Inspired by "Jackson" by Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash.
Will isn’t good at holding his rum, and he realized this as he ungracefully flopped head first onto the dusty Tortuga ground.
He’s made a mistake. Par for the course; for all he seems to do lately is make one gruesome misjudgment after the other. A lesser man might have given in, but the word quit isn’t exactly in Will Turner’s vocabulary.
“William Turner!” A loud boisterous voice stood out above all Pirate generated buzz that lingers over the city. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He stumbled to his feet, a tad inhibited by the massive amount of rum he’s ingested. “Elizabeth!” His wife stood before him, clad clothing that he recognizes as his own. And even though it’s not the first time he’s seen Elizabeth in men’s clothing, he can’t help but exclaim “What in are you wearing?”
“Oh Will.” Elizabeth sighed. “I’m not the perfectly pathetic wilting flower you seem to think I am.”
“Right.” As if he hasn’t seen her do things that most women- couldn’t or wouldn’t do. Will knows better than to underestimate her. He’s known better since the day he met her when he’d been fished from wreckage in the sea, and she sat by his side, singing sea chanties with questionable lyrics that a girl her age had absolutely no right to know. “I need more rum.” Will sighed and turned on his heel.
“Oh, you’ve had more than enough rum.” Elizabeth tugged on his shoulder, turning Will around so that he faced her. “You’re not going in there.”
“I bloody well am!”
“You smell worse than a pig pen, William! It’s time to give up this nonsense and come home! You don’t belong with those scoundrels and villains, Will, you’re better than that!”
“I’m a pirate.” He glared at her before walking back over towards the pub.
“What you are is an annoying, stupid prat!” Elizabeth followed him, tenacious and stubborn; she will not be ignored. “For crying out loud, Will, just come home!”
“You said it was over!” He replies coldly.
“I didn’t mean it!”
“Then why in the hell did you say it, Elizabeth?” Will growled through gritted teeth.
“Because it’s not easy! I thought marriage would be romantic and mysterious, but instead it’s full of chores and duties and budgets and servants! With all the things I have to do, I never have time to do what I want to do, and I feel like between your schedule and mine, I never get a chance to see you anymore!” She exploded. “Marriage isn’t easy, Will, and I’m miserable!”
Will stared at her silently for a moment, before reaching out and gently touching her hand. “I don’t want you to be miserable. If…if there was something I could do…or say…”
“The problem isn’t you, Will! It’s me! I’d make a better pirate than I would a housewife, and you know it!”
“You’re not making sense.”
“I never said I was rational!”
Will sighed. “So where in the hell do we go from here? You’re miserable with me, and I’m miserable without you. We’ve made things a terrible mess.”
“Do you think I snuck aboard a merchant ship and traveled all the way to this godforsaken country just to let you go, Will? We’ve fought undead pirates and Davy Jones himself, and you flinch now, just because we have a silly little fight?”
“Your exact words were ‘Get the Hell Out’!”
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it! God, Will! Listen to me! I love you. I love you more than any other man I have ever known, and when life is stupid and hard and ugly there’s not anyone that I would want at my side!”
“Not even Jack?”
“Tell me you’re over that.” Elizabeth scoffed. “That kiss meant nothing, Will. You’re the one I married. You’re the one I love. And I thought by now that would have gotten through your wonderfully thick head.”
“It has.” Will said with a smile. “I just like to hear you say it.” He drew Elizabeth into his arms, and kissed her deeply.
“Let’s get out of here.” Elizabeth said, as a mischievous grin lit up her face.
“Oh. Why?”
“See that pirate over there? The one with the hideous beard? Now just imagine what he’d like to do to that redhead he’s chatting up.”
“Yeah?”
“His thoughts are a tad bit less lecherous than what I’d like to do you.”
Will’s mouth hung open. “So I take it that we’re not done.”
“Not a chance.” Elizabeth said, taking Will’s hand and leading her lover off into the dark Caribbean night.