First thing in the morning for me is probably slightly different from first thing in the morning for others. 😛
------THE BEACH --- EVENING
*The party is still going strong on the beach. James and Elizabeth are in two seperate groups of people, and occassionally give each other longing looks as they attempt to listen politely to the others. It is obvious by the way everyone is positionted that the goal is to keep Elizabeth and James apart for as long as possible.*
Jack: *obviously gleefull* So at any rate, I was thinking, 'what would be a good distraction?' And that's when I saw the chickens --
James: *narrows his eyes at Jack and tries to edge away from the pirate.* Is there a purpose to your story, Captain Sparrow?
Jack: *smirking as the group closes ranks, effectively preventing James from leaving.* Oh of course there's a point. I'm providing the entertainment for this little get together.
*Elizabeth has made a break for it, and she scurries over to James' side, shoves Ragetti out of her way, and clutches James' hand tightly in hers, casting defiant gazes at everyone as if daring to try to make her move from his side.*
Elizabeth: They are deliberately being difficult.
Jack: *cheerfully* It's all part of the fun. So about the chickens ---
*Teague comes over and pokes his son's shoulder.*
Teague: I believe it's time now for the guests of honor to depart. *to James and Elizabeth* The cabin is all ready for you. I found some nice wine in the cellar, and the sheets Jack has on the bed are very nice. Off you go then.
*Teague shooes James and Elizabeth to the waiting boat, where Gibbs is waiting for them.*
Jack: Wine? You gave them my wine?
Teague: *smugly* I gave them your best wine.
Jack: And sheets...you gave them my cabin!
Teague: *more smug* Oh yes.
Jack: But...mine...
Teague: It's time you learn to share son.
Jack: *sulky* Oh sure, fine. You vanish for most of my life and NOW you want to teach me to good manners.
Teague: Oh...that reminds me. You know, you mentioned the name of man who married you the other day...
----CUT TO THE BOAT----
*James helps Elizabeth climb in, and they settle down. Gibbs begins rowing, and he grins at them.*
Gibbs: It'll be nice for you to be able to have the whole ship to yourselves. It's just too bad you'll be missing the real entertainment.
James: Real entertainment.
*From the beach they hear some yelling, Amamaria's raised high above the other voices.*
Anamaria: You told me he was legitimate!
*There is a loud crack as a hand meets a face.*
Jack: It was an honest mistake!
*The yelling becomes a bit more distant as the boat gets farther from the beach.*
Gibbs: *chuckling* It turns out that Anamaria and Jack aren't married after all. The man who supposedly wed them wasn't really a priest, but he was a con artist who had people pay him money for his services.
James: Oh my...what a terrible shame.
Elizabeth: Horrible.
Gibbs: And most unfortunate that the news slipped out on your wedding night.
*The three of them giggle the rest of the way back to the Pearl.*
----CUT TO THE PEARL ---- JACK'S CABIN
*Elizabeth is wearing a simple chemise and is watching James as he tries to push a trunk in front of the door.*
Elizabeth: *impatiently* James, what are you doing? Will already turned the hinges around on the door so that the door opens inside instead of outside.
James: This is Sparrow's ship. We're in Sparrow's cabin. Do you think he'll just let that go, even if Anamaria keeps him up half the night?
*Elizabeth thinks about this for a moment, and helps James shove the trunk to blockade the door.*
James: *sits on the trunk to catch his breath* I don't even want to know what's in there.
Elizabeth: *straddles on James' lap, whispers in his ear* Do you want to look? *she trails her finger across his neck, and begins to unbutton his shirt.*
James: I think I can wait.
Elizabeth: *continues to slowly unbuttons his shirt* Are you sure? Because I was thinking...*she toys with the shirt, as if undecided if she'll pull it off or not.*
James: *closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her fingers on his skin* What were you thinking?
*Elizabeth pauses for a moment, and looks at James, with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. Whatever she was going to say she seems to have forgotten, and instead of speaking she slides his shirt off his shoulders. James opens his eyes and watches her.*
Elizabeth: Oh...
*Her attention is immediately caught by a jagged scar that is perilously close to James' heart. She touches it carefully, almost reverently.*
Elizabeth: You could have died.
James: But I didn't.
*James smiles, and tips Elizabeth's head up so he can capture her lips with his own. He kisses her deeply, until she's breathless. They break apart, but only briefly. They are gazing into each other's eyes as James slides his hand up Elizabeth's thigh, pushing her skirt back.*
Elizabeth: *breathless* James...
*Scene fades to black as they begin to kiss again.*
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I will post the very absolute final ending in a short while. 😄