Elizabeth takes advantage of the menfolk

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The flames were high and hot and Elizabeth watched them with tired eyes. Captain Jack Sparrow was snoring contentedly, drunkingly, but she wasn't ready yet to start the SOS pire. She was bone tired, weak all the way to her toes, and needed a moment of repose.

She missed her bathtub, her bed, her maid, even. She missed having nights to herself, days spent on her fancy, and hours to dream of Will and their future. Her fantasies were blown away like the dusty smoke that surrounded her; she had made her decisions and she had to follow them through. She would marry the Commodore.

It wasn't a bad match, really. She was lucky to be engaged to such an outstanding gentleman. He would treat her kindly, dutifully, and care for her as her father had.

Blazes, it would be like marrying her father! A life of seclusion and solitude. Oh, to be free like a sailor! A pirate! She turned her wild eyes on the slumbering man beside her. She could join his crew, with Will!, and live happily and independently.

REason shivered her marrow and she shook her head. Nay, she was meant to be a wife and mother, to serve her Commodore husband. Fate was not completely cruel; it gave her a few weeks of adventure and excitement. She could be happy with her memories.

Elizabeth stood, her back straight with new determination. Her heart would always be with Will, whereever he was now or would be tomorrow. Hands no longer shaking brushed the sand of her chemise. She would start the signal as soon as dawn broke and until then she would gather the necessary wood to keep her mind busy and off of Will Turner.

"Where you off to, luv?" A hand shot out like quicksilver and grabbed Elizabeth's ankle. She gasped in spite of herself and tumbled backwards onto the beach. "That's not nice, leaving me here alone. Could hurt me feelings."

The Captain was awake, Elizabeth noted dryly, and making orders once again. She set her lips in a flat line and folded her hands primly on her lap as if she was hosting a gentleman in her parlor and not scoundral on a lost desert hellhole. Goodness, had she truely become so vile as to swear?

"I care little for your feelings, Mr Sparrow, and worry more about our survival. Surely you cannot blame me for that."

Jack's dark eyes narrowed and glittered dangerously in the firelight. "I think you need another drink lass, you're sounding too much like your ol' self."

A flsuh rose into Elizabeth's cheek. "I beg your pardon sir, I did not know that my company was that unsavory." She stood aware that his hand had not released her ankle. "I bid you good night."

"Not so quick these, lass." He tugged again and Elizabeth, who had been in the process of standing, tipped over once more. "I can't be that bad, can I? Not asking fo' much, just a little chat."

Elizbeth's lips resumed their usual purse. If she could have him once again asleep she'd be able to carry out her plans without interference. "You strike a hard bargin Mr Sparrow." She allowed a smile to flitter over her lips, she'd have a few more hours of fun to fill the upcoming lonely hours of her married life. "Hand over your treasure."

"Now that's more like it," Jack slurred appreciatively. "Enjoy it, luv." He passed the bottle and, could it be just her over active imagination?, let his fingers brush unproperly against her own.

Free to say whatever she desired and to act without any fear of criticism, Elizabeth let go of her propeity. "I suppose I'll have to enjoy it while it last, hm?" She mused outloud, much for her own benefit as to keep conversation. "Won't be like this for long."

The captain lay back on the sand and tipped his hat down over his eyes. "Dunno that, Lizzy, could be here for a while, we could."

"Well," with the rum and the fire she felt positively devilish, "Maybe that wouldn't be too bad either."

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[kashiichan.livejournal.com]

lol It's about time I saw some PotC fics that were in character. I like her reactions to the Captain's "groping" too. Very nice.