A/N: I know, I know! I've got a bunch of stories going on at once but don't worry! I'm not abandoning any of them! I'll try my best to update at least 3 of them a week. That much I can do. But the more reviews I get, the more likely it is that I'll update! So, here's a different kind of story… let me know what you think. There's more chapters to come, so it's not a one-shot but… please be honest! I don't care if you hate it, please tell me! But… nicely. Thanks!

Dislaimer: POTC belongs to Disney

Ch. 1

There! It was her! Or it looked like her. There she is again! Oh, but they all looked like her, he thought grimly.

No matter what Captain Jack Sparrow did… no matter how much rum was in his system or how many women he had around him… nothing, nothing could make him forget her smile… her laughter… her.

He missed her so much. It scared him how much he missed her. And it had only been a few weeks since he last saw her. Since they said their goodbyes and he sailed away, leaving her on an island where she would live happily ever after. Or so it seemed.

Why had she acted so… indifferently when she left him? Did she not feel unhappy that they would probably never see each other again?? Or did she simply not show it… perhaps she chose not to show it because it would ruin what she had with Will. Will…

The whelp's name made Jack cringe as he ordered another round of rum for him and Gibbs who were still contemplating on how to get the Pearl back. Jack had gotten over Gibbs' stupidity but was still grieving over the loss of his ship. That truly pained him. But what pained him more was that he could not see her. And boy, did he want to see her… to feel her… to kiss her… until she yelled his name into the night. That was what he wanted.

He was almost sure that it was what she wanted too but a certain undead Captain stood in their way. Yes, William Turner (cough), Captain Will Turner (that sounded more humorous every time he said it… captain just did not go with Will's name) stood in the way of freedom… their freedom.

After getting drunk and, once again, passing out in the streets of Tortuga, Jack woke up with a new attitude towards things. He figured that he still had his dinghy… and the charts, of course… and his trusty compass… which he knew would lead him to her. So who was Captain Will to stop him from going to Lizzie's little island and leading her to freedom?

It's not as though Will could do anything. He was miles away, oblivious of Jack's plans.

Yes, Will would not interfere this time. It was the opportune moment. Without waiting for Gibbs to get up, he ran to the docks, got into his dinghy, and set sail. Tortuga was not that far anyway. In a matter of days, maybe a week, he would be there. He would see her. He would see Elizabeth.

Elizabeth? The name sounded so strange to him. Perhaps it was because it was what the whelp called her. Yes, the whelp called her by her full name. Elizabeth wasn't Elizabeth. Lizzie was Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was Will's version of Lizzie, not Lizzie herself.

He wasn't making any sense but he didn't care. All he cared about was that he was on his way to see her. And that once he got there, he would tell her. He would tell her what he had wanted to tell her for the longest time: that he loved her. Boy, did he love her.

He loved her so much it hurt, physically.

It was as though he had to be near her to survive. It was an addiction.

Jack Sparrow could live without piracy…

he could live without the sea…

he could live without the Black Pearl…

he could even, daresay, live without… rum. But the one thing he could not live without… was Lizzie.

She was his rock. She was his constant. Everything he had ever had in his life was always taken away, somehow.

She was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he would not let her go. It was only a matter of time before he took her in his arms, kissed her, and told her that he loved her. It was only a matter of time.

A/N: Ok so what do ya think? I know it was kind of short but I want to know if you like it before I start devoting my time to it. I know there's no dialogue in this chapter but don't worry b/c that will change very, very soon.

PREVIEW OF CH. 2:

He looked down at the sand and saw black flowers scattered everywhere. Jack bent down and picked one up, smelling it. It smelled awful! It smelled like… death. And death was something that he was quite familiar with.

"Still mourning ol' Will, aren't ye, Luv." He muttered under his breath, feeling a tad bit jealous and… disappointed.

Then, much to his dismay, he noticed that the name carved into the stone in the center of all the black flowers wasn't Will's. It was another Turner…