Captain Elizabeth Turner (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
try_corsets) wrote2007-06-11 05:47 pm
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 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.