Just a quick Jack/Elizabeth piece. Not a couple I usually ship but this came from somewhere. Feedback welcomed.
"You're beautiful."
The lantern cast a warm glow over her pale skin as she moved fluidly away from the bed, going over to the corner where she had tossed her clothes. She didn't even look around at him. "And you're a bastard."
He sighed, leaning back against the pillows of his bed as she dressed herself, pulling on the long, cream-coloured dress. He watched the lace and pearls sewn onto it. Mr Turner was doing well for himself and his wife, then. Clicking his tongue, he held up the golden ring she had thrown onto his table. "Your wedding ring, Mrs Turner," he said softly.
Her brown eyes met his for a moment, and they seemed hurt. But she narrowed her lips. "My point exactly- you're a bastard, Jack Sparrow." She stormed over to him, hand outstreched.
He didn't give it back to her, admiring it. "Must it always be this way, Elizabeth?"
"Don't be sentimental!" she snapped, reaching out for it, but he grabbed her wrist with his free hand. He saw her hesitate, her eyes flicker in interest and perhaps even fear.
"Stay with me, Elizabeth," he urged, staring hard into her eyes. "Sail away with me. Leave this all behind."
God, she wanted to say yes. It was so clear in her eyes. But when she spoke her voice was hard. "My ring, Captain Sparrow."
He sighed again, letting go of her wrist and dropping it into her hand, watching her slip it onto a long, slender finger. She didn't say goodbye, simply headed for the door and left his cabin. She would march smartly off the ship and back up to the home she shared with William. Jack would leave again, for many months, probably. But whenever he returned Elizabeth would find him, and share a night with him. Because that was how it worked.
But it was breaking Jack's heart.