jack + elizabeth | you wreck me
so close | jack&elizabeth
"the war of our lives no one can win
the missing piece I yearn to find
please clear the anguish from my mind”
Toxic | Jack&Elizabeth
"You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it’s like. One day you won’t be able to resist.”
The date had been marked for weeks. At first, Elizabeth had wished they would condemn the man the day they found him guilty. Instead, it was to be made an example, a gesture to reconcile the death of Lord Beckett, and his men. There was much to be called into question, and many lords and ladies who would pay to witness the man’s death. Elizabeth felt a rueful smile twist her features as she examined the flyers, posted along the walls, the alleyways. He would be so proud of himself, garnering this much attention for his execution.
“Biggest turn out yet. I feel special.”
Elizabeth could hear the voice, despite her solitude. A man of his kind would always meet a brutal fate. But there wasn’t any other man like him. Stubborn, swaggering, a fool and a genius. How had he thought himself bulletproof, trying to sneak into such a highly guarded facility? There had to be more men in that stone fortress than Elizabeth had ever known, and it made her curse. He would laugh, if he could hear her. Even as she swept her ornate dress out of the closet, pressing it against her slight curves, there was no joy in it. There was a smile, etched on her lips, but it felt silly.
“You’d be better no dress; would be a good way to go.”
Elizabeth wasn’t even sure he could die. You would find it easier to convince her of mermaids and magic. This man couldn’t die. No one could cut him, or mark him, and no force on Earth had stopped him before. As Elizabeth glanced over the streets, riding in a carriage much like the ones from her youth, she smiled. It was preposterous. Elizabeth didn’t have the childish fancy of immortality, but she knew of his history.
“It would never have worked out between us.”
Not even as he stepped up the gallows. Not even as they fitted the rope. Not even as they read out his crimes. Not even as he fell. The mirthful smile remained, staring out at her, a kiss blown her way still floating towards her. A cheap parlour trick, a set of mirrors, smoke and ash, and all these other excuses flooded her mind. Not even as the men lurched forward to retrieve the body did Elizabeth cry. She mirrored his smile, expecting him to pop up. He had faced death more times than she could even recount.
“You shall remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.”
A week later, a package was delivered to her estate. A letter came through to her a few months later, telling her of its existence. Inside was a compass that didn’t point north, a dull sword, a worn tri-corner hat and an empty bottle. Personal effects.Elizabeth laughed until she cried, the hat clenched between pale fingers. It took time, but she would never stop expecting Jack to spring out from a corner, chased by Naval officers and buxom wenches. Covered in salt, and water, and rum, he’d snatch her by the waist, she’d tell him he was an idiot for making her worry, and he would grin and lean closer.
[…] knowing her true heart is the same as his.
BECAUSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER SPARRABETH.
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