Ch. 13 of Lost You
Here is Chapter 13. All the other chapters are in the post below :]
Syri stared out at the sea. She was completely lost. How did she get there? But first off…where was she? The sound of Mr. Gibbs welcoming her brought her to the conclusion that she was on the Pearl but where were they going? She overheard the men talking about an island of Jamaxa where they would find great riches. So…they were heading to Jamaica for some treasure. For the soon to become Sparrows, she assumed. Syrianna now understood as to where she was but why was she there taking Jack and his lady friend to the island? She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. Other than finding booty, she hadn’t a clue. It was like a part of her memory had been cut out…or hidden by an opaque veil. Syri could feel something was wrong, but there was a being deep inside her, forcing her mouth shut and her mind quiet. She watched as the two lovers made their way up the gangplank. Jack’s eyebrows rose upon seeing his sister on deck already.
“Syri! I was wondering as to where ye went off to!”
Syrianna wanted to tell him about her absurd intuition but couldn’t. So she let her quick wit cover up her long pause, “Oh, dear brother. Worried ‘bout silly ole Syri.” She tsked, “Haven’t ye learned, boy? Ye’ll never be able ta keep up.”
Jack was about to retort but Lizzie put a hand on his arm, in a way to tell him to stop while he was ahead. Jack pouted slightly but let a wicked grin rise to his features, “M’dear, Lizzie. How about we take a trip to me cabin. Seeing as everything is under control here.” He looked to Syri and Gibbs for reassurance. Which they nodded in turn.
Elizabeth blushed, “Jack. We can’t just leave them to all the work.”
Jack look at her with a smirk, “Of course we can.” He turned to the crew, “Oi! Me and the lass have some business to take to and when we come out again, we better be making fair speed, without an Navy bastards on our arse, savvy?”
“Aye!” The crew shouted in turn, getting back to their duties. It was always the same routine. Nothing’s changed.
With that said, Jack picked her up, causing her to squeal, and walked down to his cabin but stopped to shout to the crew, “And if anyone interrupts us they better be dying because when I’m done with them, they will be.”
Syri laughed at Jack’s and Elizabeth’s exit. Just classic. She looked to Gibbs and sighed, “He’s a Sparrow alright.”
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Jack put down a laughing Lizzie on his bed and looked at her with a serious face. She looked up at him, “What?”
He climbed on the cot next to her and pulled her to him firmly. “Why did ye resort to Will? Ye should’ve known betta. I could never love another woman.”
Elizabeth blushed, “Jack, please just forget about it. I was confused and Will was lonely. I didn’t know that Will was going to be there.” She touched his cheek, “I love you, too.”
Jack looked away and then back at her, “I’ve missed ye so much. And only ta come and find ye with tha’ eunuch, it hurts.”
Elizabeth saw the mix of emotions in his eyes and wanted to cry. She caused him so much pain, but yet, she didn’t mean to. She didn’t know. Lizzie put a hand to his cheek and kissed his forehead, “I’ve missed you too.” She kissed him again on his other cheek, “Nothing ever happened when I was with Will. I slept in his bedroom and Will slept in the living area.”
Jack looked up to her, searching her eyes for the truth. Her face was sad and full of longing. Wanting to feel is his touch, his love again. Lizzie place an open mouth kiss on his cheek, “I could never do anything so intimate with Will. Not when the thought of me making love to you was still in the back of my mind. And anyway…” She kissed him on the mouth, slowly, “He’s a eunuch.”
Jack grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to him, plunging his tongue into her sweet mouth, not able to get enough of her. He heard her moan and his hands worked the muscles in her back as he kissed her deeply and fully. God, he missed her. Missed how she was always with him, and how every night they would make love till they couldn’t move anymore. She was the light in his life and it was a year back when he realized, he couldn’t, no, wouldn’t live with out her. It wasn’t possible. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
He let his hand massage the back of her head as he pushed her deeper into the mattress. Her hands were all over his body, wanting him, needing him.
“Lizzie…” He whispered as he kissed her. Jack moved to kiss her neck and nip at her earlobe, “My Lizzie.”
She moaned softly, “Yes…always.”
He smiled at that and nipped at her neck, sucking and biting. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh Jack.” She whispered.
He then looked up at her with a devious grin, “This is going to be a long night for you, my sweet.”
Elizabeth grinned back, “Oh goodie.”
They chuckled and joined in a kiss yet again. Making love into the early morning.
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Jack yawned deeply as he was awakened by the rays of the sun shining through the small window beside them. He turned his head to look at the beautiful woman he had by his side. He kissed her forehead and pushed her hair back out of her face so he could see her angelic features. Jack saw how much life with him changed her. Life of a pirate. Her once fair skin was now tanned dark, her long dark blonde locks were now shorter, more manageable, and brighter for the sun bleached it out. Lizzie used to not do much work, so she was lacking muscle strength, but now, she was about as strong as any of the other men.
She wore no tattoos, Jack did not want her too. He did not want her skin ruined by the mess of a permanent picture embedded on her flesh. But she wanted one so bad, a little tattoo of a swan that he decided to do the honors. One night, they docked at Tortuga and spent the night there for supplies, drink, and women (for the crew). Jack and Elizabeth returned to the Pearl for their own pleasures. Once Lizzie was asleep, he went back to the island and returned with a small tattoo of a swan, right next to his sparrow. He remembered seeing her face as she looked upon the permanent drawing. She squealed and kissed him. Which lead to another round of extreme pleasure.
He chuckled quietly at the thought. Lizzie couldn’t keep her hands off of him. What could he say, he was irresistible. Jack mentally kicked himself in the head as he saw her stir in her sleep. He must of woke her up, damn it.
She snuggled up against him and he watched as her eyes fluttered open slowly. Lizzie looked up to him and gave him a small smile. “Good morning.”
Jack gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Good morning to ye. Sleep well?”
Elizabeth breathed in his musky sent of rum and sea water and sighed, “I don’t know what you did, Captain Sparrow, last night, but it wasn’t sleeping.”
Jack laughed at that and kissed her forehead again, “Aye. But I did mean after said event.”
Elizabeth smiled happily, “Oh. Well then, very well, thank you.”
Jack grinned held on to her more tightly, kissing her on the lips sensually, “Ready ta get up, m’dear?”
Lizzie kissed him back and giggled, “No.”
Jack chuckled, “Well…Get up anyway.” He then slid out of bed and began searching for his clothes.
Elizabeth watched him and laughed, “They’re over here.” She said, pointing to a place beside her.
Jack smirked, “Hiding me damn clothes. Evil wench.” Lizzie just smiled and watched as he came around to her side of the cot. When he picked up his clothes, he turned around reached for his rum bottle that was sitting on his desk.
“Come on ‘lizabeth. Time to wakey, wakey.” He said in a sing-song voice.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and smacked his bum right before he left arms reach. He jumped and turned around with a smirk, “Oi! Watch it.” He finished getting his clothes on and started to get his effects.
Elizabeth grinned, “What are you going to do, Captain Sparrow? Give me 10 lashes for assaulting you.”
Jack gave her a sideways grin, “Just watch out. Keep talking like that and we may have to go for another round.”
Lizzie laughed and laid back down, “I’m ready.”
Jack laughed as well, “…Now that’s just cruel, Lizzie. How am I supposed to turn ye down?”
Elizabeth let her hand inch down under the cover with a suggestive look on her face. “How indeed.”
Jack saw this and his eyebrows rose with the movement, “I’m leaving!” And with that, he ran out of the cabin, before he jumped on her.
Lizzie laughed and shook her head, pouting. She finally decided to get up and search for her own clothes. Once dressed, she made her way on deck. She saw Jack speaking to Syrianna by the railing. There was something strange about that woman, but she guessed it was just that she was such a mystical being that that couldn’t be helped. Lizzie walked over to them and said good morning to Syri.
“Good morning, child. I trust ye slept well?” Syrianna said with a slight smirk, knowing full well they did everything but sleep last night. Everyone heard them.
Elizabeth smiled, blushed slightly, “Um, yes. Very well.”
Syri grinned and nodded, “Good. I was just telling Jack here about where this treasure is.”
Jack stretched and looked out to sea, “So…another three weeks till we reach our destination?”
Syri nodded, “Sí. I would’ve suggested we find some help from Calypso but…” She looked to the sea as well, “She’s sort of angry wit me.” She said lowly.
Jack chuckled, “She’s angry wit everyone, hermana.”
Syrianna laughed, “Sí! She always has a grudge against someone.” She turned to Lizzie, “So Lizzie, darlin’. What do ye hope ta find there?”
Elizabeth was confused, “…excuse me? I don’t understand the question.”
Syri smiled, “Supposedly, when we reached said island, there is a chamber which contains anything our heart desires. So if ye wanted cake, “ she snapped her fingers and a slice of cake popped out of thin air, “cake appears.” The crew looked at the floating dessert greedily and she noticed, “Bugger off!”
The men grumpily went back to work. Jack reached for the treat but was stopped by a slap to the hand, “Oi! What was tha’ fer?”
Syri smirked, “Ye too, Jackie. This is fer Lizzie.” The cake then floated in front of Lizzie and dropped into her hands, “Happy eats.” With that, Syrianna walked up to the helm.
Elizabeth looked to Jack and started to eat the cake, “I like your sister.” Jack just rolled his eyes and went to the helm as well.
Syri stared out at the sea. She was completely lost. How did she get there? But first off…where was she? The sound of Mr. Gibbs welcoming her brought her to the conclusion that she was on the Pearl but where were they going? She overheard the men talking about an island of Jamaxa where they would find great riches. So…they were heading to Jamaica for some treasure. For the soon to become Sparrows, she assumed. Syrianna now understood as to where she was but why was she there taking Jack and his lady friend to the island? She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. Other than finding booty, she hadn’t a clue. It was like a part of her memory had been cut out…or hidden by an opaque veil. Syri could feel something was wrong, but there was a being deep inside her, forcing her mouth shut and her mind quiet. She watched as the two lovers made their way up the gangplank. Jack’s eyebrows rose upon seeing his sister on deck already.
“Syri! I was wondering as to where ye went off to!”
Syrianna wanted to tell him about her absurd intuition but couldn’t. So she let her quick wit cover up her long pause, “Oh, dear brother. Worried ‘bout silly ole Syri.” She tsked, “Haven’t ye learned, boy? Ye’ll never be able ta keep up.”
Jack was about to retort but Lizzie put a hand on his arm, in a way to tell him to stop while he was ahead. Jack pouted slightly but let a wicked grin rise to his features, “M’dear, Lizzie. How about we take a trip to me cabin. Seeing as everything is under control here.” He looked to Syri and Gibbs for reassurance. Which they nodded in turn.
Elizabeth blushed, “Jack. We can’t just leave them to all the work.”
Jack look at her with a smirk, “Of course we can.” He turned to the crew, “Oi! Me and the lass have some business to take to and when we come out again, we better be making fair speed, without an Navy bastards on our arse, savvy?”
“Aye!” The crew shouted in turn, getting back to their duties. It was always the same routine. Nothing’s changed.
With that said, Jack picked her up, causing her to squeal, and walked down to his cabin but stopped to shout to the crew, “And if anyone interrupts us they better be dying because when I’m done with them, they will be.”
Syri laughed at Jack’s and Elizabeth’s exit. Just classic. She looked to Gibbs and sighed, “He’s a Sparrow alright.”
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Jack put down a laughing Lizzie on his bed and looked at her with a serious face. She looked up at him, “What?”
He climbed on the cot next to her and pulled her to him firmly. “Why did ye resort to Will? Ye should’ve known betta. I could never love another woman.”
Elizabeth blushed, “Jack, please just forget about it. I was confused and Will was lonely. I didn’t know that Will was going to be there.” She touched his cheek, “I love you, too.”
Jack looked away and then back at her, “I’ve missed ye so much. And only ta come and find ye with tha’ eunuch, it hurts.”
Elizabeth saw the mix of emotions in his eyes and wanted to cry. She caused him so much pain, but yet, she didn’t mean to. She didn’t know. Lizzie put a hand to his cheek and kissed his forehead, “I’ve missed you too.” She kissed him again on his other cheek, “Nothing ever happened when I was with Will. I slept in his bedroom and Will slept in the living area.”
Jack looked up to her, searching her eyes for the truth. Her face was sad and full of longing. Wanting to feel is his touch, his love again. Lizzie place an open mouth kiss on his cheek, “I could never do anything so intimate with Will. Not when the thought of me making love to you was still in the back of my mind. And anyway…” She kissed him on the mouth, slowly, “He’s a eunuch.”
Jack grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to him, plunging his tongue into her sweet mouth, not able to get enough of her. He heard her moan and his hands worked the muscles in her back as he kissed her deeply and fully. God, he missed her. Missed how she was always with him, and how every night they would make love till they couldn’t move anymore. She was the light in his life and it was a year back when he realized, he couldn’t, no, wouldn’t live with out her. It wasn’t possible. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
He let his hand massage the back of her head as he pushed her deeper into the mattress. Her hands were all over his body, wanting him, needing him.
“Lizzie…” He whispered as he kissed her. Jack moved to kiss her neck and nip at her earlobe, “My Lizzie.”
She moaned softly, “Yes…always.”
He smiled at that and nipped at her neck, sucking and biting. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh Jack.” She whispered.
He then looked up at her with a devious grin, “This is going to be a long night for you, my sweet.”
Elizabeth grinned back, “Oh goodie.”
They chuckled and joined in a kiss yet again. Making love into the early morning.
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Jack yawned deeply as he was awakened by the rays of the sun shining through the small window beside them. He turned his head to look at the beautiful woman he had by his side. He kissed her forehead and pushed her hair back out of her face so he could see her angelic features. Jack saw how much life with him changed her. Life of a pirate. Her once fair skin was now tanned dark, her long dark blonde locks were now shorter, more manageable, and brighter for the sun bleached it out. Lizzie used to not do much work, so she was lacking muscle strength, but now, she was about as strong as any of the other men.
She wore no tattoos, Jack did not want her too. He did not want her skin ruined by the mess of a permanent picture embedded on her flesh. But she wanted one so bad, a little tattoo of a swan that he decided to do the honors. One night, they docked at Tortuga and spent the night there for supplies, drink, and women (for the crew). Jack and Elizabeth returned to the Pearl for their own pleasures. Once Lizzie was asleep, he went back to the island and returned with a small tattoo of a swan, right next to his sparrow. He remembered seeing her face as she looked upon the permanent drawing. She squealed and kissed him. Which lead to another round of extreme pleasure.
He chuckled quietly at the thought. Lizzie couldn’t keep her hands off of him. What could he say, he was irresistible. Jack mentally kicked himself in the head as he saw her stir in her sleep. He must of woke her up, damn it.
She snuggled up against him and he watched as her eyes fluttered open slowly. Lizzie looked up to him and gave him a small smile. “Good morning.”
Jack gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Good morning to ye. Sleep well?”
Elizabeth breathed in his musky sent of rum and sea water and sighed, “I don’t know what you did, Captain Sparrow, last night, but it wasn’t sleeping.”
Jack laughed at that and kissed her forehead again, “Aye. But I did mean after said event.”
Elizabeth smiled happily, “Oh. Well then, very well, thank you.”
Jack grinned held on to her more tightly, kissing her on the lips sensually, “Ready ta get up, m’dear?”
Lizzie kissed him back and giggled, “No.”
Jack chuckled, “Well…Get up anyway.” He then slid out of bed and began searching for his clothes.
Elizabeth watched him and laughed, “They’re over here.” She said, pointing to a place beside her.
Jack smirked, “Hiding me damn clothes. Evil wench.” Lizzie just smiled and watched as he came around to her side of the cot. When he picked up his clothes, he turned around reached for his rum bottle that was sitting on his desk.
“Come on ‘lizabeth. Time to wakey, wakey.” He said in a sing-song voice.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and smacked his bum right before he left arms reach. He jumped and turned around with a smirk, “Oi! Watch it.” He finished getting his clothes on and started to get his effects.
Elizabeth grinned, “What are you going to do, Captain Sparrow? Give me 10 lashes for assaulting you.”
Jack gave her a sideways grin, “Just watch out. Keep talking like that and we may have to go for another round.”
Lizzie laughed and laid back down, “I’m ready.”
Jack laughed as well, “…Now that’s just cruel, Lizzie. How am I supposed to turn ye down?”
Elizabeth let her hand inch down under the cover with a suggestive look on her face. “How indeed.”
Jack saw this and his eyebrows rose with the movement, “I’m leaving!” And with that, he ran out of the cabin, before he jumped on her.
Lizzie laughed and shook her head, pouting. She finally decided to get up and search for her own clothes. Once dressed, she made her way on deck. She saw Jack speaking to Syrianna by the railing. There was something strange about that woman, but she guessed it was just that she was such a mystical being that that couldn’t be helped. Lizzie walked over to them and said good morning to Syri.
“Good morning, child. I trust ye slept well?” Syrianna said with a slight smirk, knowing full well they did everything but sleep last night. Everyone heard them.
Elizabeth smiled, blushed slightly, “Um, yes. Very well.”
Syri grinned and nodded, “Good. I was just telling Jack here about where this treasure is.”
Jack stretched and looked out to sea, “So…another three weeks till we reach our destination?”
Syri nodded, “Sí. I would’ve suggested we find some help from Calypso but…” She looked to the sea as well, “She’s sort of angry wit me.” She said lowly.
Jack chuckled, “She’s angry wit everyone, hermana.”
Syrianna laughed, “Sí! She always has a grudge against someone.” She turned to Lizzie, “So Lizzie, darlin’. What do ye hope ta find there?”
Elizabeth was confused, “…excuse me? I don’t understand the question.”
Syri smiled, “Supposedly, when we reached said island, there is a chamber which contains anything our heart desires. So if ye wanted cake, “ she snapped her fingers and a slice of cake popped out of thin air, “cake appears.” The crew looked at the floating dessert greedily and she noticed, “Bugger off!”
The men grumpily went back to work. Jack reached for the treat but was stopped by a slap to the hand, “Oi! What was tha’ fer?”
Syri smirked, “Ye too, Jackie. This is fer Lizzie.” The cake then floated in front of Lizzie and dropped into her hands, “Happy eats.” With that, Syrianna walked up to the helm.
Elizabeth looked to Jack and started to eat the cake, “I like your sister.” Jack just rolled his eyes and went to the helm as well.