elizabeth—swann:
jack-and-the-rum:
They had spent a few more days in port, gathering supplies and crew before finally setting off on the dawn of a fresh morning. The sun was shining the wind was blowing and anyone who was sane had decided to use the weather to haul in a large cache of fish for the week.
On the pearl, things…
To say that her anxiety was better would be an understatement. Elizabeth felt completely at ease now that they were sailing; despite fighting to get her sea legs back. She had actually managed a few hours of sleep below decks after getting the Pearl all set. The crew that had been rounded up for this voyage were inexpierenced on levels she couldn’t comprehend. How did they all get to Tortuga to begin with. Did they swim? Barely stifing a yawn, Liz ascended the stairs and stepped back onto deck, shielding her eyes from the sunlight. Her sensitivity to the scorching ball of fire was lessening, thankfully, and her skin was developing a tan. No more suffering through sunburns. All in all things were looking up. Elizabeth wandered around slowly, offering assistance to those who looked as if they were going to burst into tears all the while searching for a familiar face among the new crowd.
Jack swung off the aft castle and swaggered over to the steering wheel,adjusting it a centimeter or two just for the look of it,then switching it back because he didn’t want to mess up any bearings that the navigator would have. He was bored. So very bored. And there was nothing to do. Jack looked around and swung up onto the rigging climbing with the skill of his monkey counterpart until he reached the first sail beam. He climbed onto the cross tree and just looked over the ocean, the vast expanse of water that he chose to call home. The sea was a cruel and harsh and ever-changing. But he loved it. He wouldn’t give it up for the world.
When he had been cursed to the locker. It was his absolute hell. Alone, beached,not a sign of wind or water. Unable to go anywhere. No matter how far he walked in any direction, he was always walking towards the pearl. Stranded. Until he found a rock. And the rocks turned into crabs. And the Sea goddess Calypso had come to save him personally. He was sure that the sea loved him too, else he wouldn’t still be alive.
Liz wandered slowly to the front of the Pearl, wondering to herself what she was supposed to do now. She was essentially stuck at sea now, deemed a true pirate. It seemed fitting. She didn’t even fight it anymore. Just as well. There was no home for her on land, nor did she intend to return. Maybe to the America’s. They seemed to hate English rule as much as she did right now. It was unlikely, however. Her wanderings and musings only took her so far and she turned around, electing to wander back to where she started. There was still an anxiety in her that she couldn’t quite shake. Damn everything. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this restless. Perhaps when she had to sit in a jail cell and rot. Elizabeth frowned and readjusted her hat. That wasn’t something she felt like thinking about. She strode up the steps slowly, squinting as she glanced up. She had to do a double take, because lo and behold, Jack was up there. “I hope you fall!”