Fanfiction --> Alternity

Title: Alternity
Author: Sarah Winters
Rated: PG-13/R
Status: Ch. 1-3 (unfinished)
Pairing: Jack/Elizabeth
Summary: That beach scene...revisited.

Chapter 1: The Beach

She tilted the near-empty bottle from side to side watching the remnants of the rum slosh around the base. The glass was reflecting the blazing fire, sending waves of light flashing against them.

"It must have been awful for you being stuck here Jack," Elizabeth's voice slurred, full credit given to said Rum.

She leaned lazily, correction: drunkenly, against Jack's increasingly warm shoulder.

"Oh yes, but I would have to say that the scenery has much improved." His hand found its way to her shoulder where his fingers gripped her in an attempt of seduction.

"Mr. Sparrow, I don't think I have had enough rum to tolerate that kind of behavior," Elizabeth stated, quite exasperated with the aloof pirate.

Aloof pirate, yes, Elizabeth thought, not sexy at all.

Not in the least bit.

Really.

Jack looked at her curiously, as if he were trying to understand her outburst. It was obviously too much effort, so Jack just shrugged and went back to his rum. Maybe Jack just went back to his rum because he wanted more rum. She placed her hand to her forehead trying to alleviate her growing headache and queeziness due, once again, to none other but the infamous rum.

It really was a vile drink.

It made you feel impure.

It made you have impure thoughts...about impure people. Impure pirates.

She gazed at him now. He really was beautiful if you took a while to study him. Long black, but rough hair trailing down his shoulders, held in place by a sea-weathered bandanna. Coal framed eyes staring mysteriously out over the open sea with well-hidden depths. Haphazard clothing draped over a well-musceled, and quite exposed chest, Elizabeth noticed with appreciation. Rough hands, pirates hands curved lossely around a rum bottle. He was handsome, it was certain, in his own obscure fashion.

She visibly jumped when he turned to look at her. He flashed her his 100 watt Captain Jack smile. She could do no more than shudder at his charm.

Will.

Think of Will.

Have to save Will. Will Turner. Not Jack. Not innocently guilty, aloof, drunken, naughty and self Riteous Jack. She found none of these qualities appealing in men. None whatsoever.

Really.

She was sure of it.

So why wasnt she making an attempt to move as he slid himself closer to her? He proceeded to close the already tiny gap between them. He then lifted his hand to rest against the side of her face. Elizabeth closed her eyes in near ecstacy at his touch. His hand was calloused from years at sea. The sensation of rough skin against smooth was a new feeling for her all together. She opened her eyes all but halfway to see Jack gazing at her intently. His hand made its way down to her mouth where his thumb reached out to run along the length of her lower lip. she sharply took in her breath at the intimate contact.

"Jack we must'nt."

His hand dropped immediately at her words, but only to her own dissapointment.

"It's just wrong. What of Will? What of the Black Pearl? Do you care nothi.."

She was cut off immediately by his forefinger against her lips. A wordless plea for her to remain silent. She opened her mouth to argue, only to be cut off once more. This time, in a whole new fashion.

His lips came against hers slowly, painfully slow. He had moved so quickly she hadnt even the time to think. He was kneeling now, up against her, pushing her down into the coarse sand. On top of her now, he continued his assault on her lips.

Elizabeth couldn't protest.

She didnt want to.

This man, this pirate had her trapped, caged...willingly.

She moaned against his lips and he smiled through his kisses. Rough kisses. Rough like his skin. Like his heart. His hands traveled south to her hips where they gripped her desperately as if she would be swept away at any minute if he didn't hold on.

When his lips lefts hers, she almost cried out at the lost of the sensation. She wasn't at a loss for long. He kissed genlty down her jawline to her neck, where he paused to nibble, then to her collarbone where he nipped gently at her now exposed flesh.

She had known pirates where pillagers. Pillagers of houses, and treasure. Pillagers of women. he was pillaging her now. Robbing her of her purity. And she was surrenduring willingly.

His lips came up again to rest next to her ear.

"I am not a unich luv...savvy?" he whispered, his voice coarse with the ecstacy that was running through his veins.

She made sure to look in his eyes before replying.

"Savvy," She whipered breathlessly.

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Chapter 2: Hidden Depth

Elizabeth opened her eyes and instantly regretted it. Her skull pounded as if a multitude of gunshots had been fired in her ear. Scores of jagged pinks and golds battered her perception, momentarily blinding her. She blinked repeatedly to focus her surroundings.

Beach.

Beach? Oh...yes of course, cast aways.

She looked to her right.

Pirate.

Jack. A very disheveled Jack. With a very satisfied, yet peaceful smile forming ever so slightly on his lips in the innocence of his slumber.

Satisfied?

She cringed. What immoral atrocity have I commited? Her memory hit her full force.

Lips crushed, hands gripped. Fingers tangled in hair. A female voice moaned, a dauntless masculine voice whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he devoured, yes pillaged and plundered the very core of her being. With great difficulty, she managed to push the sensual reminiscence from her mind.

It would only take her places she could never return.

Elizabeth shuddered at the thought of facing Jack when he awoke. She silently cursed herself. She might as well be a common whore as far as he was concerned.

It was only then that she took the time to examine her own appearance. Funny, she never imagined she could possibly care what Jack thought of her. What remained of her bodice after the plank had been further destroyed in Jack's fit of impatient, yet, fiery passion only hours before. Hit again with remembrance, Elizabeth's lips parted in longing.

Hand whipped out a knife. The knife tearing smoothly and gracefully down said bodice. Strong, rough hands ripping open thin, newly flimsey material. Whiskered lips colliding with flesh.

Eye's squeezed shut, Elizabeth managed to get to her feet. Pulling up the torn straps of her bodice, she tried her best to right herself. She paced a few feet away from Jack's sleeping form. She watched him only moments longer before she forced herself to turn away. Leaning against a palm, she became lost in her plaguing thoughts.

Jack shifted.

"Bloody..."

"Rum? Rum..." Jack swore as he found the multitude of empty bottles.

Long, calloused fingers rubbed tepidly at his brow. Bloody brilliant. Cast away without rum. He looked to his left.

Then to his right.

"Where in the.."

He ceased his words abruptly when his eyes found her lithe form poised against a nearby palm. Her back to him.

The pirates eye's traveled along her backside appreciatively.

Shakily, and with great difficulty, he managed to maintain balance long enough and stumble to where Elizabeth stood. He outstretched a hand to her shoulder.

The minute his hand came in contact with her delicate flesh, he felt her stiffen. Her body went rigid and she didn't utter a word.

Now Jack had a rather extensive record with women, and none of said experiences had been truly positive, so he knew when he was being given the cold shoulder.

Quite literally this time.

Bloody...

"Luv, you can't just avoid me all day. Unless you are just postively dripping with disdain....Even then,"

She could see his hands out of the corner of her eyes. As usual, they were making their highly animated gestures, accentuating his every word.

As if his voice didn't already well-suffice the task.

"Even then," he continued, "I'm sure it wouldn't keep you away for long...Am I right Ms. Swann?" he practically murmured out his final words.

She turned to look at him then. His eyes twinkled, and his lips were stretched in the cockiest lopsided grin ever displayed in mankind.

When she turned, he noticed the utter lack of amusement made clear across her emotinless visage. Jack eyes widened in mock confusion.

"Was it the rum love? Cause' if it be the rum, I am sure I can plunder more for you somewhere, Just give me a min.."

"Is everything a joke to The Mighty Captain Jack Sparrow?"

He stopped short at her inquiry, Brow furrowed mouth agape.

"C-Can you take nothing seriously at all?" Her voice quavered with unexpected emotion.

Jack knew of a wide array of things. He knew the art of the sword and self defense, the freedom and call of the sea, how to make and take love from a woman.

Dealing with women's emotions was new territory for Jack. Territory he would prefer not to invade.

He thought for a moment before replying, hand cupping chin in a seemingly sarcastic display of wisdom. "What exactly, Ms Swann, am I misunderstanding?"

She looked at him horrified. Her chin practically hit the sand. It took no more. Elizabeth began to walk strenuously in the opposite direction then; into the palms.

Jack rolled his eyes dramatically, and followed her close behind.

"Aye! Ms Swann!"

He effortlessly took hold of her arm and twisted her body into his.

"Now, see here, there be no more of this fleeing nonsense, savvy?"

Savvy.

With what remained of her fleeting anger and strength, she managed to push herself out of his grip. In no less than a moment's hesitation, her palm came into sharp contact with his cheek. His eyes closed, and his head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.

Dropping her hand, she gazed at him wearily. Her breathing heavy. Her chest heaving.

He moved after what seemed like an eternity. Opening his eyes, he turned his head to face her once again. Raising a hand, he inspected the place where she had made her imperceptible assault upon his face. He gave her then, what seemed like the most sober and genuine expression he could ever muster.

"Now that, I most definitely deserved." Yet, his voice was not sarcastic. It was solemn, overflowing with honesty.

Honesty.

Or so it seemed. Could Jack be trusted?

The pirate's face turned from concerned to rather cold and impassive.

In the short while Elizabeth had known him, she had not fathomed he could ever harbor such a harsh expression.

She silently cursed herself. He was human wasn't he? He was permitted to have feelings too.

But he was Jack, The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

She had been wounded none-the-less. Drunkenly, yet openly and willingly, she had given herself to him. She despised herself for believeing it would mean anything to him.

To a pirate.

"My first.." her voice wavered, "Your heart is cold." Her voice was almost inaudible as she choked out the words.

"Cold, luv?" He grinned bitterly, humorlessly. "Am I not righteous and charitable enough a pirate for the likes of Ms Swann?"

She opened her mouth to argue but was cut short.

"I am what I am poppet." He accentuated each word with a step closer to her.

"An. impure. malevolent. ruffian."

A hand reached behind to pull her forcibly to him. The other wrapped roughly around her neck to pull her lips to his. He kissed her long and hard. Feeding off her. Drinking her greedily as if she were rum. Despite her better instincts, she moaned into the kiss. She reached to hold him closer, desiring to close any space between them.

He pulled away abruptly. Placing both hands upon her shoulders he set her back in place. His eyes remained like stone.

"Now now luv, you wouldn't want to venture down that road again eh?" His voice was even and reserved.

He began to walk away from her then. He stopped short and turned to her once more.

"And, do us a favor, lass..."

She felt naked, As if he were staring straight through her to the other side.

"Don't presume to have insight into that which you do not understand."

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Chapter 3: Issues

Note: I am creating a somewhat "darker Jack," while trying to maintain alot of his comic aspects. The idea just kind of came to me. I wanted to see what would become of his character if I added more layers, then peeled them away. If you like it, cool, If you don't like it, that's cool too.

Ouch.

God-damned rum.

Elizabeth could just imagine her mentor's jaws dropping in disbelief upon hearing her choice of words. Now she, of course, was not known to curse, for it was not proper. But given the current situation, and the fact that she was thriving on anger, she could care less what her mentors would have thought.

Sparks flew at her once more, burning and singeing tiny areas of her skin. Shielding her eyes at the explosion, she reached for the last remaining full bottle to throw into the raging blaze. The rum could always be blamed, but could also be used.

The signal had grown to over a thousand feet high, there was no doubt they would see it.

They would come. Perhaps they had already found Will. Perhaps he had already been saved.

And she would leave this island, this hell. She could return Home. Elizabeth sighed, relishing the notion.

She stood up to admire her work. The fire continued to grow, propelling a funnel of smoke as high as the towering palms reached the cerulean skies. Then, head lowered, she kicked lamely at the pristine ivory sand.

Jack be damned.

He was indeed a bad influence of sorts. His cursing above many things had already hooked its nasty claws into her proper and well educated ways of speech. His wicked, indecent behaviors and gestures, his uncouth appearance. His constant drunken nature.

His newly discovered conniption. An unexpected dark side to the seemingly simple pirate.

Everything about him screamed corruption, even....

The way his hands had laced perfectly into hers against the sand. The delicacy of his lips grazing ever so gently across her sensitive skin, dutifully following trails of rum. The grace he had shown as he ran his fingers through her hair and leaned his forehead against her own, closing his eyes in the innocence of his ectasy. How considerate, yet attentive he had been as he had taken her.

Pillaged her, Elizabeth thought bitterly.

That's what pirates did wasn't it? Pillaged, plundered, betrayed, violated.

Ravished.

He had been gone for quite a while now. He had left her. She wondered if he would ever return. In fact, she had watched his retreating figure until it had dissapeared completely, only to be engulfed by the sand and sea of the horizon.

Surely he would be back, the island was only so big. Elizabeth shook her head to rid herself of the notion. Unsteadily, she began to back away from the fire that was threatening to lick her with its mounting flames.

She faltered when her back collided with something solid. Rigidly, she held her breath.

"Bloody woman, why the rum?"

Her eyes widened and she turned to him near imploding with anger.

His face held horror and disbelief as he watched the fire devour his precious stash, hand reaching to grip the pistol at his waist. She smiled inwardly, enjoying his momentary distress at the site of her creation.

At least she had caused him to feel something, anything.

Immediately, Jack moved to the cellar, flung open the door, and sank to his knees.

"The rum's gone...Why's the rum gone?" He looked at her bewildered. "All of it?"

After a moment, she turned to him. "I see Your Grace has returned from his outing. Are you quite finished with your little tantrum, Jack?"

"Tantrum?" Jack rose, quite righteously to his feet and smiled at her wording, "I do NOT have tantrums."

"Oh, right, so now we've added denial to your wide assortment of blatant issues?" She was pushing, and she knew it.

"A proposition luv," he countered, one hand flung lazily in the air as if demonstrating his point, "I steer VERY clear of your fragile sentiments, and you," he flashed a sidelong grin, "Cease your heedless disection of my said issues. Do we have an accord?"

He began to swagger, yes swagger Elizabeth noticed to where the water met the sand.

"Running away again Jack?" she inquired, following him to the shore, "Is this not the 'fleeing nonsense' you so recently referred to?"

She waded slowly to where the pirate stood, both of them now thigh-deep in water. The lower remnants of her gown began to fan on the water's surface, creating the unearthly illusion that she was floating.

He silently stared out over the sea, making case and point to ensure she was unwelcome.

"What do you run from Jack? What do you hide?" she asked softly. Her eyes following his line of vision out into the depths of the water.

Without warning he pulled her in front of him and gripped her almost painfully around the shoulders. The pirate shook her roughly.

"What is it that you desire of me girl?" he inquired, "What can I give you that will satiate this, this nonsense of yours?" he asked her incredolously.

Rolling his eyes at her silence, he continued, "It was one night luv, one bloody blissful night." He released her, looked in her eyes, and smiled somewhat cruely, "I don't owe you a bleedin' thing."

The sharp sound of sudden gunshots were quite startling, causing them both to jump is unison. The shots reverberated in the sky and off the palms. Filled with newfound hope, Elizabeth began to search out the familiar white sails that had appeared upon the waterline.

"I pity you Jack."

She gave him one final empty look before wading back to the shore.

The navy fleet was already making its way over the beach. Elizabeth held her ground.

She waited.

Jack came to stand a short distance behind her. She felt his eyes on her. Penetrating her.

Commodore would come, Will, perhaps. And she would leave.

But what of Jack. She looked to her feet.

What of Jack?