GLIMPSE OF THE PAST
Chapter Five Author’s Note: Right wow this took me a while. I have a sort of rough storyline in my head at the moment so every chapter is a surprise :D Thanks to Florencia7 and Crystalyna du Starrvan for reviewing the last chapter. Enjoy! As the sun’s rays gently reached into her small hut through the tiny cracks under her door Elizabeth started to stir. The first thing she registered was that she was warm and very comfortable; she was also curled up in a fetal position. Slowly she attempted to stretch as she opened her eyes, she froze mid stretch. It didn’t take her long to realize she was in her living room sitting in her favorite armchair, but what caught her off guard was the person whose lap she was sleeping on. His eyes were firmly closed, a dazed expression on his sleeping face was apparent, his head pressed gently into the top corner of the chair. His arms were tightly wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him. Not sure quite what to do Elizabeth attempted to get up off of him without waking him up, then slip into her room as if she had been there the entire night. However as she started to do this her movement aroused him and he started to stir, his eyes opened and blinked to adjust to the light. It took him only a few moments before he realized that there was in fact someone in his lap, their eyes boring a hole into him. Jack glanced down only to meet Elizabeth’s eyes, they stared at each other, his arms never retracting, her body making no effort to move off of him. Neither spoke for what seemed like an eternity, finally she opened her mouth and asked him a question. “Hungry?” He blinked detaching his gaze from her before merely nodding and releasing her from his iron grip. She too nodded in confirmation before she detached her body from his and climbed off of the chair and hurried into the kitchen not looking back. Upon hearing the familiar clattering of pots and pans Jack attempted to get his head around things, he remembered holding her last night as she cried, then she eventually fell asleep, no doubt he too and fallen asleep. That wasn’t what confused him, what still bugged him was the situation with his mother it didn’t make sense, how could a huge part of his life be a lie? “Would you like margarine with your bread?” Elizabeth called out to him from the kitchen. Indifferent he merely shouted yes in response before standing up and heading over to the kitchen in search of a distraction. Anything to take his mind off of everything would be perfect. Jack couldn’t help but smile at the sight that greeted him. Elizabeth was stood in the kitchen, a small fire burned beneath a chimney, a large piece of metal with two stands either side of it holding it above the flames. Upon the metal, which served as a place to cook and heat up food and drinks, were two fair size iron mugs each filled with water. In her hands were a dish containing margarine and a butter knife. It was a very domesticated scene and it brought happy memories of his mother flooding back to him. It didn’t take her long to feel his eyes on her, watching her silently as she navigated around the kitchen effortlessly. She looked up from where she had starting cutting slices of bread and placing them on plates. She gave him a curious look wondering what had brought him to the kitchen. “Jack?” she prompted. “Yes?” he replied taking his eyes off of the flickering flames and bringing them over to her. “Did you want something?” she asked. “Oh right, I was just wondering whether you wanted some help?” Elizabeth blinked in surprise for two reasons, one she was not used to having around man around the house let alone one who offered to help her. Two, even though she knew the man before her was a stranger, he was still Jack to her, Captain Jack Sparrow, a rum soaken wobbly legged pirate, as she had once referred to him as. Misreading her blank stare as doubt he stepped forward and continued to speak. “Don’t worry, I can help, I can cook or what ever you need help with, I won’t burn down your home or anything” His rambling seemed to bring her back to her senses and she smiled and nodded. “You can help me cut this bread if you want” Without a word he moved over to where she was standing and picked up a piece of bread and a knife and starting cutting. No words passed between the pair, it was still a little awkward for them, and they were too wrapped up in their own thoughts to make polite conversation. “Ow” Jack muttered suddenly, bringing her out of her head. She glanced over at him; a small cut was present on his hand where the knife had slipped. A small drop of blood squeezed through the cut and she gently thumbed it away, his hand shook slightly at her touch. They both noticed and they looked up, their eyes meeting in a powerful stare.
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