A/N: This is a one-shot that popped into my head after seeing DMC. NOTE: DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN DMC! Enjoy! R&R. I love recieving comments!
Jack Sparrow was dead.
He was dead and it was all her fault. If she hadn't been so caught up in the action, she could have realized what she had done. But she hadn't. Not until she saw the Pearl sink. That kiss. That kiss had blocked out any ideas of reason left. She knew that when she kissed him there was no going back. So she had put all her feelings for the famous captain in that simple yet passionate kiss. Lust, desire, and admiration. Admiration? No, that couldn't be right. Could it? Elizabeth shook her head. And when she closed the chain, she saw that humorous look in his eye. But looking closer she saw that hint of something else. Betrayal. That simple kiss had become the weapon, wounding both the pirate and the lady. She had told him that she was not sorry. Not sorry for the kiss, but definitely sorry for leaving him on his Pearl. Pirate he had called her. She stood up from Tia Dalma's dusty floor andgazed to the foggy waters. She wiped the silent tears that had fallen. No, she wasn't a pirate. Because pirates have no regrets.
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