A PIRATES TREASURE

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Setting. Starts 4 months after the end of AEW. Elizabeth and Will have decided to abandon their illegal marriage and remain friends. Elizabeth has Will's heart hidden away. There is no child. Elizabeth is becoming bored with her new life and is restless. She misses Will but most of all misses the adventure and flirtation with Jack.

A Pirates Treasure

Chapter 1

The four months since she had said goodbye to Will, Jack and her swashbuckling adventures on the high seas had seemed endless, Elizabeth thought gloomily. She had tried to keep busy. Buying somewhere to live, finding employment and furnishing her new house had kept her physically drained, but her mind just simply refused to relinquish the images it had stored. At night, when all around her was peaceful, they would replay over and over in her head, crowding together, creating a spectacular assault on her senses until she had difficulty separating past from present.

She was troubled, she acknowledged. Bored and lonely. So much had happened in a relatively short space of time. From a cosseted Governors daughter, she had been spirited away into the world of pirates and adventure, had learned to stand up for what she believed in and had found the woman hidden inside the girl. Life would never be the same again.

When the time had come for her to leave The Black Pearl, she had decided to settle in Tortuga. It had seemed the obvious choice, being the only true pirate port left in the Caribbean. She was still, after all, The Pirate King, and wanted to have some contact with the people she had grown to know so well and admire. Annoyingly, she had seen neither sight nor sound of Jack or his crew, had absolutely no idea of where they were and, if the rumours were to be believed, they could be anywhere from Singapore to South America, or anyplace in-between.

In-between, she mused, exactly the right description of her life at present. Neither gentlewoman nor pirate. Too stained for the life she had led before and also a wanted criminal. Stuck in-between two worlds and unsure of how to change it. Stalemate!

She looked around her at her new home. She had seen the house for sale on that first morning, tucked away in a quieter area of the town and had fallen in love with its' tranquil quality. Making enquiries, she had discovered that it had belonged to an old pirate captain who had settled there for his retirement with his wife. Both of them had recently passed and now the house was calling to her. Before that day was out, she had purchased it and was now turning it from a house into a home. Having two rooms upstairs and three down, it was a fair size when compared to the average dwelling within the town but she had known that it was meant to be hers. It offered the only real stability she had in her life at present and she loved it.

Elizabeth had found a job at one of the better local taverns, The Pig and Trotter, a short walk from her home. Although it was a far cry from the seedier hostelries in the port, it was still a boisterous place and she had, at first, received her fair share of mauling and propositions, but had quickly learned how to deal with unwanted attention. It wasn't the pirates that she had to watch out for, but the merchant crews, as word had spread quickly amongst the scallywags that she was the famed Pirate King who had saved their way of life. Her job was her only way of hearing the rumours concerning Jack and she would put up with much to have that connection.

She spent her spare time alternatively furnishing her home and reminiscing about what had passed. Although she often thought of her former 'husband', William Turner, now forever tied to being Captain of the legendary Flying Dutchman, ferrying souls lost at sea to the other side, now a much loved friend who she would see only once every ten years, she found her thoughts turning more and more to the elusive Captain Jack Sparrow.

From the moment he had so spectacularly dived into the sea and saved her life on that fateful day in Port Royal, fate had stepped in and had ensured that there was a bond between them. She missed him dreadfully, she acknowledged. Missed their easy banter, the way they would both try to outdo the other, his lazy grin that flashed a glint of gold. But, putting all of this together, what she missed…what she missed most in her life was the man himself. The very essence of Jack that added completeness to her life and made her whole.

It had taken a while to face up to her feelings, to straighten out her tangled thoughts and arrive at the conclusion. She wanted Jack back in her life but had no idea how to achieve it…

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Over the following weeks, Elizabeth heard a great deal of gossip concerning Jack. Much of it, she knew was unfounded rumour, ranging from his conquests in battles at sea, to his conquests with the local whores. Gossip and rumour was commonplace in Tortuga, indeed, the port and taverns seemed to live off it. She tried, desperately hard, not to take any of it to heart, but it was difficult sometimes and caused her many sleepless nights, nights when her mind conjured images of Jack, fighting at sea, alone in his cabin or canoodling with the doxy's in some port or other. Try as she might, it hurt.

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It was a busy night at the tavern and Elizabeth was run off her feet. How, she thought, had all of her dreams come to this? Her head was pounding, a legacy of yet another endless night dreaming of Jack. She placed the long tray on the bar, in readiness for another order of ale.

While she waited for the order to be filled, she caught snatches of conversation from the men talking around her. Rumour and gossip, she thought, with a wry smile…and men had the cheek to say women spent their days gossiping!

Suddenly she heard Jack's name mentioned and paid greater attention, but in the noise of the busy tavern, it was difficult to hear. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned to pick up the full tray. And then she heard it. "…dead! 'Tis a shame, I know. So we'll be liftin' a tankard t' Capt'n Jack Sparrow!"

The full tray crashed to the floor. Elizabeth felt her heart contract and hit the back of her throat. She bent to the shattered mess on the floor, partly to hide her distress and confusion. Lifting the remains to the bar, she was confronted by the Landlord. "Ye'll pay fer that lot from yer wages!" he said to her. She raised her eyes to him, brimming with tears and he saw the upset clearly written on her face. "Tek s'me time an' pull yerself t'gether, 'lizabeth." He said more gently, obviously realising that something was wrong. Elizabeth smiled gratefully at him and moved away from the bar; almost falling over a pair of outstretched feet as she did so.

She glanced up at the offender as he tipped his hat back away from his eyes and relinquished his hold on the woman sat on his lap. "Don't look bad fer a dead man, do I, luv?"

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