Gender: Female Location: at the second star to the right
FanFic: "One or the Other," rated T for Teen
A/N: I do not own POTC storylines or characters
Chapter One: One
The clanging of the two swords filled the workshop until Elizabeth’s ears finally blocked it out. Her mind switched focus to the shimmering weapon headed straight for her heart. Blocking it once more, she turned and swung at her assailant.
“You still turn too slow. You don’t want your back to someone that long.”
“Then I’ll try it again.” She spun around in a fury, loosening the tight bun that covered the curve on the back of her neck.
“Better!”
In a pair of Will’s trousers, tightened at the waist with silk ribbon that originated all the way in China, Elizabeth felt the familiar tightening of her muscles in her arm. This sword, fashioned just for her, still weighed less than any cutlass that came standard issue with the navy, but her broad bony shoulder still felt like it could shrivel up and break from her body like a leaf.
“You’re gripping it with both hands,” Will said, taking the lead in their dance. With each step he took forward, she had to take backward, submitting to his skill. “It’s not a cricket bat.”
It would soon be impossible to hide the increasing inhales and sloppy form. Might as well give it all I have left, she thought, and thrust her sword right in between Will’s arm and torso. Jumping back with wide eyes, his rounded mouth narrowed into a proud smile.
“You almost had me there!”
She glanced over at the small dusty clock hanging over an anvil almost as tall as she was. “Time’s up!”
Will swung his sword at hers, purposely trying to force it out of her hands.
“Time’s up, Will!” she laughed, backing into a hay pile at the edge of the workshop.
“You know, in a fight you won’t have a time limit,” he said, plopping down next to her, beads of sweat running down his neck.
“I’m getting better.” She knew it sounded childish, but it was true. “I remember the first lesson you gave me. You still had energy to laugh at me.” She gave him a shove. His hand reached out to the floor before he could topple over.
“I never said you were bad. Why, I’m sure that if you had come into that cavern with this drawn, it would have given Captain Barbossa quite a fright.”
“Don’t call him Captain, and I doubt it would have affected him at all.” She shook off her bun, unraveled down to her back thanks to this latest sparring match. She brushed her hair out of her face, her sweat stretching out her waves into bone-straight cords. Another hand played with the hardened tresses.
“Will, you don’t want to touch my hair now.” But she wanted him to now, she thought. He always leaned in but never, never…she didn’t know exactly what it was he never did, but she knew any affection he bestowed upon her at all left her with an unsatisfied feeling. Closing her eyes, Elizabeth let her lips brush against the soft flesh of his cheek. She found his lips and took in a deep taste of them.
“Elizabeth,” he grunted, slowly opening his eyes again. “Elizabeth.”
She snapped back into real life, here in a blacksmith workshop mid-morning—no waves crashing against rock, no sinking sun beckoning their shadows to come and greet it.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“If it’s for help out of this haystack, I think you ought to be the gentleman and help me out of it.”
“I’m too comfortable to really move,” he laughed, his eyes shining. He always laughed when she tried to be witty. It should be illegal to do so little and yet make someone so happy. “You know I made that sword for you.”
“I know.” She rubbed his shoulder, his soft white shirt still damp.
“Well, I considered it time to give you another gift.” Her eyebrow rose.
“Why so vague about it then?” she asked, already blushing at the embarrassment of having nothing to give him in return. Curse her thoughtlessness! She should be conjuring up gifts to give him all the time, books of poetry, new chains for a pocket watch she knew he’d been saving up to buy. She should have sat down and crocheted him a scarf or commissioned a leather worker to make him a thicker vest for the winter months…not that it was ever cold here, but it was something she had in common with Will. If their necks were exposed to the cold, their entire body would start shivering uncontrollably.
“Elizabeth.” He had shifted to be face to face with her. He uncovered his necklace, previously tucked under his shirt. She knew it well, except for the new glistening object hanging from the chain.
“Elizabeth, I know I’m just a blacksmith, but the shop is mine now. The last decent thing Brown ever did was pass it on to me. I can’t possibly rise up to your stature, but…will you have me anyway?”
“Will,” she breathed, her arms reaching out for him. “You, you were saving up your money for this and not a watch chain?”
“That’s your answer?”
“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m just so, so flustered. You kept it a secret from me!”
“I can be sneaky if need be. I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”
“Yes.”
The thin band covered with stones found her finger before she knew it in spite of a shaking hand. She stayed in Will’s arms, still in shock from the gesture.
“You nearly decapitated me today,” Will said, helping her to her feet. “I didn’t think you would be so…”
“So what? Nervous? Every woman is nervous when she receives a proposal.” It was a half-truth, though. During her last proposal, her mind could only concentrate on just how cruel the sun was, pouring into her, giving strength to that corset, encouraging it to tighten even more. Yet, she thought, why should she be nervous now? If one were to open her log…because it was a log and not a diary…they would see how she’d fantasized about a lily-covered wedding to Will, and they would discover page after page of contemplations of what it would be like to be his wife and experience love with him and birth his children and watch the years go by with him.
“Did you ask my father first?”
“I’m not completely ignorant of etiquette in spite of being a blacksmith.” She managed to join him in a laugh now. Yes, it would be easy transitioning from Elizabeth Swann to Elizabeth Turner. Will would help see to that.
“What did he say?”
“You mean after the crying stopped?” He waited for her stunned look to pass. “He shook my hand and patted my back and told me to always care for her, make sure you wouldn’t go and do countless things without thinking.”
“His exact words?”
“His exact words.” He stroked her cheek and planted a kiss there.
Society would now demand announcements, parties, visits, and all the planning that would come with a governor’s only daughter marrying. Gossip would start too, that the spirited Elizabeth Swann that somehow survived a pirate scourge had been loose with her morals and her skirts and succumbed to the charms of a handsome young blacksmith who had his own pirate rumors whispered about him through Port Royal. Wouldn’t it come as a shock to everyone when it would be nine months after their wedding and there would be no baby carriage being wheeled about the town?
Now, probably the last calm night of her life for a while, she sat alone with her book, the crisp turning of a page and the crackling of the fire the only sounds. Mrs. William Turner. She would have to learn to cook unless Will had saved even more money to hire one. Will with a secret fortune, she laughed, turning the page, hardly digesting the words she skimmed. And just as she would notice the water boiling, Will would come home and surprise her with a sword assault to test her skills before she could even chop the vegetables to go into the pot. Mrs. William Turner. Or would he then consider her training useless? Would he even want to discuss their adventure of the Aztec gold and actually stepping aboard the legendary Black Pearl, a ship she’d grown to love? Maybe some pirates would attend their wedding, swinging in on long ropes and cutting the cake with their swords.
She wiped tears she hadn’t even noticed welling up in her eyes. It was too hard to imagine Captain Jack Sparrow cleaned up and sitting proudly in one of the front rows, watching her walk down the aisle with a lush bouquet in her hands, whispering to a distant aunt or uncle, “I remember when the two of them were loading swivel guns with silverware and rum and blowing holes into MY ship.”
But it was too easy to imagine his voice.
A sudden thud once again brought her back to real life. It was too familiar—alone at night in this large house with abrupt sounds with no known source. Not this time, she said to herself, pulling out her sword from under her chair. Even an undead pirate could be stalled with a sword.
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Last edited by willofthewisp on Mar 4th, 2008 at 07:45 PM
Gender: Female Location: at the second star to the right
Chapter Two: Or the Other
Elizabeth clutched her sword, dragging it silently behind her. No sense in wasting any strength in picking it up now. She turned down the long corridor leading into the foyer. The few servants still in the house were probably in their own quarters now.
Another thud caught her attention, almost right above her. She gulped at going up the staircase, so wide. It would be like going up the stairs naked, exposed to an attack from any direction. She drove her back into the wall, keeping her sword crossed in front of her. It was a dizzying feeling, her eyes adjusting to the dark at the same time as darting to and fro, trying to make out a form that might possess a pistol or one of the metal trinkets scattered about the house that could easily be reinvented to bludgeon her to death.
Hush now, she scolded herself. You’re Elizabeth Swann, a survivor, a warrior woman, not unlike an Amazon with your sword and element of surprise on your side.
A light flickered from the room straight across from her at the top of the stairs: the library. Of course! Any thief knew to not waste time clanking silver from the dining room or sifting through noisy jewelry in a lady’s bedroom. Her father’s locked chest lay under the desk in that room, full of money, money of different lands to fund the privateers. Anyone could start a new life in Holland as easily as Portugal with the vast amounts of paper society decided to place value on in that chest.
She brought the sword up with both hands. Form wouldn’t be so important if she could surprise the intruder. Her noiseless slippers crossed from the tiled hall to the plush rug that spanned the entire library, the skirt of her nightgown just short enough to not trip her. Her vision improved with each step she took. Soon she would be able to see…
“Jack!”
The bent-over figure jumped at the sound and leapt up with a pistol ready.
“Ah, just you then, Lizzie, or is it still Miss Swann?”
“What, what are you doing here?”
He side-stepped the open chest, the locks broken. “Enterprising, love. When one goes as long without funds as I have, it comes to be known as a desperate time calling for a desperate measure.”
“House breaking?” she scoffed, still stunned at the fact that Captain…HE…was in her house of all places. “Rather stupid of you to return to Port Royal.”
“It is a smart man what does stupid things every now and then that makes them smart things, since all the other smart men venture to say no smart man would do something stupid.” He turned and went back to gathering the bills into his long coat.
“Those things are my father’s possessions, Jack.” She dipped the sword down and pointed the blade right at his chin. “Old friend or not, you can’t expect me to let you go about your business.”
Jack stood, a smirk on his face. She never liked how he looked her up and down, always pausing at just below her eyes.
“Last I saw you, you struggled to maneuver a staff. Put that away, Lizzie, unless you want to make a fool of yourself.” With that, he drew his own sword, grinding it against her own.
“I’m a little more layered than you remember.” She twisted her sword free of his and brought it up to the level of his collarbone. It was always this moment of the fight her heart raced the most, to wait for the first move or to make it herself. She parried with the full intent of disarming him. He blocked, but she noted the surprise in those lined eyes.
“I do so like removing layers from you,” he said with a grin and performed the same move on her. She spun to gain more control of the fight. It was a bit like dancing; if one took the lead, the other would have to follow until there was enough opportunity to change the direction. The lantern provided just enough light to reflect the metallic weapons in front of her face.
“Quite admirable of you to cross me,” Jack said, distracting with just enough time to take the lead. “You might have known you’d be on the top of my hit list for burnin’ me rum.”
“For the best,” she grunted, pushing on the shelf of books to throw herself back into the fight. Was no one hearing this? Was no one rushing to help her? Lazy maids probably took off to the bars.
Jack came closer, his style shorter than Will’s, but effective when fighting one who was still a novice.
“Poor skill, Jack,” she taunted, disguising the breathlessness she already felt. Someone at one time told her there would be no time limit if she faced a true adversary, but all the events of the past rushed out of her mind. “It’s no good getting that close to your opponent.”
“That’s the corset talking, got you all wrapped up in it still.” He bit his lip and tried to twist over to the side. “Well, I’ve had about enough.”
With his empty hand, he gripped the wheeled ladder leading to the top shelves and gave a swift pull to it. It glided on its way right between them, pushing her with enough force to disarm her.
Still recovering from the sound of her sword crashing to the ground, she snapped her head back up to feel cold metal up against her jaw.
“How’d you learn all that?” he asked. “Because you were pretty good.”
“Will.” Her eyes still were on the pistol, its barrel tracing her jawbone.
“Ah. So young Mr. Turner saw fit that his lady knew to handle a sword.” The grin on his face, the self-amused demeanor he nearly always had made her shudder at what would have been a perfectly clean statement under other circumstances.
“You would really kill me for saving our lives?”
“Had you explained it was for saving our lives, ye could have saved the rum and not used it all on me.”
There was something she dared to call playful about the way he held the gun to her, much like before when…
“What are you doing back?”
“Truth be told, love, it’s just a way of dodging ol’ Norrington until he gives up the search.” His weight shifted, a gentler smile replacing his smirk. Yet that pistol remained. “But as I was short on funds and I don’t fancy me crew knowin’ that knowledge, I came to where I knew I could get in.”
“Presumptuous…” But he bore the barrel of the pistol deeper into her.
“If Pintel and Ragetti could break into this house, it’s bloody certain I could.” There was a pause in his voice while he continued to look her up and down, leaving her with that naked feeling she felt the last time he had done it. She saw the pistol edge away from her face and back, hidden away somewhere beneath his coat. “It’s no offense to you, though,” he said quickly, taking a step back from her. “A little more practice and you could have driven me off.” He looked at the floor and nodded his head, as if he were counting the inches that separated them.
“Well now you have what you want, be gone, before I…” she trailed off. Before you make a run for the fort, stupid?
His eyebrows rose at the begun statement, like a fox’s ears perk up to fresh meat.
“Before what?” He edged closer again. She had never seen anyone lose or gain confidence so quickly. But she could play back.
“I’ve gotten the better of you before, Captain Sparrow, and to paraphrase you, it’s bloody certain I could do it again.”
Something faded from his face, that way his eyes seemed to snarl when he swaggered over to something, someone, he thought he could manipulate. His mouth tightened. He was so close she could feel an escape of breath on her face. She felt his legs against her nightgown.
“You don’t always have to fool me, you know,” he whispered, his bottom lip quivering for a split second. “Sometimes some simple persuasion does the trick.” He bent his head down, his forehead bumping against her temple. Her heart pounded harder than it did in the middle of any sparring she’d ever done. Not waiting for her to say anything back, he brushed his face along her cheek, letting her feel his unmoving lips.
Elizabeth let her head go back into the books on the shelf, closing her eyes. It was too easy to moan at the sensation of his mouth moving down her neck. She shivered, feeling his lips part, finally giving her exposed neck kisses she could never tell anyone about, much like how his hands had taken her wrists and held her in place. But none of it was forced, none of it harsh.
“You could come with me.”
Her eyes snapped open. To look at him to make sure she didn’t imagine those last words, she would have to tear her skin away from him.
“So that’s a no.”
She met his gaze. Yes, yes, he had spoken those words. How could he even speak when her throat felt so dry?
“Jack, you don’t want me to c…” But his lips went right back to her neck. His fingertips flew up to fondle it.
“Course I know not every strong woman’s a sailor, but if ye wanted, I could just drop ye off anywhere ye wanted to go, anywhere in the world. But if ye know your way around a ship…”
Back on the Pearl…with him…Elizabeth held her breath at such a thought. Her eyes searched him, waiting for the joke or the catch.
“Kiss me, Lizzie,” he whispered, almost a gasp. She had no idea he could be any closer to her than what he was. What was this she felt below her stomach and above her legs? His hips against her own—she knew what was pressing against her, although she didn’t know anything beyond that.
Gender: Female Location: at the second star to the right
Chapter Three: Contemplation
“Jack, Jack, I can’t.” The day’s events crept back into her brain, circling around until they whirled past her. “I’m engaged,” she sputtered, fighting for breath.
He released her and backed away. The room was so cold without him right there, looming over her, nearly melting into her. She wondered if that’s what it would have felt like.
“Then I’ll just be takin’ me earnings then,” he said without feeling and pocketed one more handful of money from the chest. It was too dark to see his face now.
“It’s not as though it’s not tempting,” she began.
“Tempting. You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he muttered. “I’ll just go back the way I came.” He picked up the lantern, and without facing her, went for the window behind the desk. It would be hard to fool herself into thinking the room was cold now thanks to the fact that window had been open the entire time. He lifted a leg over and his form was gone, leaving her in the darkness.
“Jack!” She reached for a candle and raced to the window. He could have stood on the ledge and jumped from there, but he was already out of sight.
Bringing her fingertips up to her neck, she licked her lips.
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“How long are we going to continue not talking?”
Will’s familiar voice brought Elizabeth out of herself. She had been staring into the sea and the horizon again, like she did almost every night of this endless voyage. As soon as they rescued Jack, she would know. She would be able to put labels on what she was feeling in regards to these two men. She could see them both in the same setting and know for a fact which one she, she, she… Loved was not the right word, was it? No, you felt lust with Jack. There was nothing more to that. If you go with him, you’ll always regret leaving Will off on his own. Will has been true to you, sacrificed for you, and has every marking of a good husband. But you’ll always regret what could have been. She didn’t even have the strength to shake her head at her indecision. Would she be condemned to love both of them to the point where she could never be happy with whatever she decided? To kiss one and imagine the other for all time seemed too much to bear. No. No, just wait.
“Once we rescue Jack everything will be fine.”
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Last edited by willofthewisp on Mar 4th, 2008 at 07:56 PM
Gender: Female Location: on the dingy with dear ol' Jacky
*jaw drops to the floor* You are amazing!! That was amazing..Jack, Elizabeth and will were so incredibly in character. (loved the sword fight practice by the way which they probabky did every day)
I so loved that JE scene. goes right up there with sleepylotus's gift of heaven.
The sword fighting, JAck hiding his emotions, Kissing but not quite and him stealing from her. Perfect...I'm glad this has it's own thread because now we have this thread to discuss it and what happened between the two movies.
Love it
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HOORAY!!!!! Oh you are SUCH a doll, I can't even describe--- it's just lovely, SOOO much fun, I could imagine it all happening perfectly. The swordfight was so erotic and exciting--- I love how you managed to keep her engaged to Will whilst giving us the sparrabeth joy we needed...
I read it all quickly. I like it very much. This is my favorite part. Ahh, I am just brain-dead, though. Your writing is getting really really interesting, and it always was..
Here is the official link. I'm so glad you've all liked it! I can't seem to write long POTC fics, so this is the longest I could do. I would LOVE to discuss the events between the movies.
omg that was amazing willo! of course, i LOVED the sparrabeth scene!! it was beautiful. i loved it all!!
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Miz WilloftheWisp, you are AWESOME--it sounded like the beloveds. That's the tasty part of the story, to hear them as I read. Nice touch with Will, nice touch with playing--even though the playing with Jack is always a bit darker, deeper, more erotic!!
Piratista--head of the class for you--soul stirring that's what it is--making my soul yearn, want answers to questions I don't even know to ask yet; making my soul hunger for, for, for...that next part of life; your words, a Waring blender for my soul, shaking it all up, combining all the pieces and parts into a smoothie of lucious words. De-light-ful!!!!
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after reading this fic, i now have a strong desire for a smutty sparrabeth fic....wheres mina...
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we need to start a brand new sparrabether! where everyone can contribute again. and willo, you should write another fic cuz im dying to read another one of yours!!
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Mar 4th, 2008 07:42 PM
Oh you are SUCH a doll, I can't even describe--- it's just lovely, SOOO much fun, I could imagine it all happening perfectly. The swordfight was so erotic and exciting--- I love how you managed to keep her engaged to Will whilst giving us the sparrabeth joy we needed... 
Is the link not working for anyone?
It works!. 
