Captain Elizabeth Turner (
try_corsets) wrote2007-06-11 05:47 pm
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Enough is eventually enough.
It wasn't a lie, Elizabeth thinks to herself as she crosses the short stretch of beach, boots sinking into the sand. She ignores the soft hum of conversation on the evening breeze, too intent on her purpose to be annoyed at the way the fine weather drives many patrons outside. Not exactly.
Will had been busy in the forge all day, forcing them to wait until evening for their practice session. Swords had been followed by a tense supper, and when Will offered to read aloud or find some other amusement for them -- anything to get her actively engaged in their time together -- she pled exhaustion and a headache, a move as unlike her as her recent silence. Elizabeth had stayed in her room a total of thirty minutes before sneaking outside, unable to bear inaction another moment.
Eyes trained on the Pearl, Elizabeth considers her options. Uninvited boarding hadn't gone very well last time, so she opts for the more polite route. Mostly.
"Captain Sparrow," she calls out, a curious mixture of request and demand. "Jack, are you there?"
The trick is to get on board before anyone gets close enough to notice.
It was a lie.
It wasn't a lie, Elizabeth thinks to herself as she crosses the short stretch of beach, boots sinking into the sand. She ignores the soft hum of conversation on the evening breeze, too intent on her purpose to be annoyed at the way the fine weather drives many patrons outside. Not exactly.
Will had been busy in the forge all day, forcing them to wait until evening for their practice session. Swords had been followed by a tense supper, and when Will offered to read aloud or find some other amusement for them -- anything to get her actively engaged in their time together -- she pled exhaustion and a headache, a move as unlike her as her recent silence. Elizabeth had stayed in her room a total of thirty minutes before sneaking outside, unable to bear inaction another moment.
Eyes trained on the Pearl, Elizabeth considers her options. Uninvited boarding hadn't gone very well last time, so she opts for the more polite route. Mostly.
"Captain Sparrow," she calls out, a curious mixture of request and demand. "Jack, are you there?"
The trick is to get on board before anyone gets close enough to notice.
It was a lie.
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Jack looks down at her (again) from just a little distance away.
"I won't be so easily caught this time, savvy?"
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"Despite the evidence presented by some, pirate is not synonymous with fool."
Very deliberately, she extends her other hand to the side, toward the rum.
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Aside from that, Jack remains almost unnaturally still-- poised, even.
Waiting.
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Someone laughs on shore, the sort of cackle that hints at too much alcohol and sets your teeth on edge.
Having made a sort of competition out of it in her own mind, Elizabeth refuses to be the first to look away, even as she struggles with the urge to turn and glare at the person laughing.
She can't remember the last time she laughed like that.
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Laughter.
His heart is pounding so hard it hurts. Like it might tear out of his chest.
And somehow he can't make himself angry.
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Now out of reach, Jack hooks both thumbs into his belt and grins lazily at Elizabeth.
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Jack has answered more questions than he realizes; or perhaps Elizabeth has simply found her own answers. Answers or not, she briefly contemplates pushing him from the railing to the lake below. That, she thinks, smiling to herself, would wipe the grin from his face.
The bottle of rum is still mostly full and makes a sloshing sound as she leaves it on the quarterdeck stairs. Jack gets another look, neither long nor meaningful, and Elizabeth quietly lowers herself over the railing and down the side of the ship.
She has things to do and a witch to see.