Pirates is a trademark of Mickey.... or Disney... whichever
The air was cool, blue skys greeted fluffy white clouds, and the sun shone down brightly over Elizabeths smile. She'd never felt better in her entire life as she bent over to pick a bright sea shell from the sand. Her maid, Jessie, was sitting on a blanket with her needlepoint, humming happily the wedding march. No one was more excited about her wedding than Jesse, not even Elizabeth herself.
She spun around in a circle, her head up as she laughed out loud. "I feel so amazing!" she shouted. Jessie smiled indulgently and bent her head to her sewing.
It wasn't that they didn't hear the footsteps approaching, they just didn't pay them any mind. No one in Port Royal would hurt them. It never occurred to them, even after Elizabeths current brush with Piracy, that someone from off Island would threaten them. So when the large shadow fell on Elizabeth, were she was sprawled in the sand, she blinked open her eyes just in time to see the dark hand decend. She had the time for a short scream before being plucked to her feet and hauled over a large mans shoulder. A shorter man grinned before wrapping a gag over her mouth and tying her wrists together. Jessie shouted in alarm, spang to her feet and tossed the first thing that came to her hand. Her needle holder bounced harmlessly off the tall mans head, but caused him to turn slowly to glare at her.
"Tell Jack that I've got his girl. And if he wants her back he'll have to pay me back what he owes." His voice was deep; Jessie shrank under his one eyed glare, and tried to pull her courage from her throat.
"You'll put her down now!" She managed to shout indignant. The shorter man started toward her, causing her to back up quickly, before the taller one called him back.
"Mouse, get over here, take the girl." He was holding up under Elizabeths struggles valiantly. She kicked her feet against his muscled abdomen, and wished him the worst discomfort available. He set her on her feet and shoved her bound hands to his underling. She immediately tried to yank away, but stopped when the man spun her around and into his arms, holding a knife point to her throat.
"You'll not give me no more trouble girly?" and was satisfied when she stilled. The taller went to Jessie and mearly looked down at her from his lofty height.
"Tell Jack that he'll not get his fancy piece back, till I've got mine. Do you understand the message?"
"N…No."
"Can you repeat it anyway?"
"Y…" she could only nod as the scarred over eye loomed over her. His other eye was the color of the sky above her, and it seemed as if it would swallow her up. Before she knew it her own eyes had rolled back in her head, and the world went dark.
Later that same day, in a different part of the Caribbean…
"Drusilda…" the voice was soft in its pleading seduction, but the woman with long blond locks and a body built on dreams kept walking away from it.
"That's it, you two timing son of a snake!" she huffed, "no more fun for you!" she turned around with a swish of heavy skirts and planted her hands on her hips as the man knelt at her knees in supplication. "The shops closed, go back to your other whore!" She slapped him soundly and swished back around, smacking him with the hems.
"Women." He muttered as the drunks holding court in the yard began to cheer her on.
"Forget you!" she stalked off, leaving Jack Sparrow alone in the midst of the revelry that Tortuga held every night.
His hat, that he'd taken off when he knelt at her feet, he placed jauntily back on his head, got his own two feet under him, and bowed at her retreating backside. His long, dirty black dreadlocks swayed like drunken men while the coins and bells strung through jingled happily. He was a pretty man, who took pains to appear rough, hiding what could have been a decent smile behind a nasty smirk. He shrugged off the loss of yet another girl, by turning around and heading back into the inn where one of his "other whores" waited. But for some reason, as he sat at the table with some of his crew, he felt himself unable to enjoy the night. His heavy kohl lined eyes took in the party, and he sighed as he picked at the hair above his upper lip.
"I'm for the ship," he told his mates, and unraveled the females draped across him. They merely nodded him on his way, recognizing that he was brooding again.
Once back on his ship, The Black Pearl, he settled at the side and watched the way the moon shimmered over the bay. He stroked the smooth wood lovingly, recognizing that he was, in fact, obsessed with every inch of the Pearl. He was never quite complete without it. Only one person had ever really understood his need for it, because Will had had that one thing he was obsessed with too. And as the moon slid behind some gently floating clouds, Jack wondered what the boy and his girl where doing at that very moment.
"You'll let me out!" Elizabeth shouted as she pounded on the door trapping her in a very small and smelly closet.
"You'll shut up if you know what's good for you!" It was the first contact she'd had in hours, and she wasn't willing to give it up.
"You can't keep me in here forever!"
"Just watch me." the voice growled.
"Come now Marlow, she's probably just hungry. Why don't you let her out?" A second voice was soft, almost feminine, but the accent was unfamiliar to her.
"Because then she'll want out all the time." Marlow replied roughly. His companion laughed, and Elizabeth was about to take offense to it when the door she was leaning on suddenly opened.
"Come on Miss." A long fingered and delicate hand was thrust in front of her face, "lets get you to your feet." She grasped it and almost gasped as the delicacy was placed second to strength. The man gave no effort or thought to hauling her bodily to her feet, and was actually so ignorant of his own strength that he nearly pitched her across the room. She landed on a bench against the far wall, only dimly aware that Marlow, the bald man from the beach, was laughing as she stared at the other. He was tall, willowy, and his almond shaped eyes where black as pupil. His long, shiny black hair was pulled back into a braid that reached all the way down to the floor, and curled loosely on the planking with a thick glass bead attached to the end. He smiled politely, bowed, and apologized.
"I'm sorry, sometimes I forget to be careful."
"Don't be sorry, it shut her up at least!" Marlow, who now seemed even more of a monster compared to the other man, thumped his fist on the table in front of him and carefully dipped his pen into an ink well with the other.
"I want to go home." Elizabeth managed to say as she watched Marlow write.
"That's nice to know."
"Why have you taken me?" she demanded, "I've got nothing of value with me, and if you try to rape me you'll find yourself with balls in your throat!"
Marlow and his companion just laughed at that, the tall one crossed the room to sit next to her on the bench.
"Don't worry, if Jack pays his dept you will be returned. Captain Marlow is as honorable as his word."
"Jack?" Elizabeth shook her head, "You don't think…"
"What?"
"Jack Sparrow? Captain Jack Sparrow and I?" she laughed, "You think Jack and I are involved?" she suddenly found the entire thing hilarious.
"Whats so funny?" Marlow asked, his narrow eyes thinning down to paper width.
"I wouldn't be involved with Jack Sparrow for all the rum on a smugglers island!" she laughed even harder, knowing it was the literal and well as figurative truth. Then she took a breath and got to her feet. "Will!" she was supposed to meet him, what was he going to think? "He's going to come blazing after me!" She stalked to Marlow and planted both hands firmly on his desk. She leaned over and glared. "You will take me back to Port Royal this instant! I have to get married!"