Before I get mauled for having horrible writing skills and little knowledge of the characters and whatnot, this is my first fan fiction, so bear with me. I'd like y'all to give it a try anyway.

Uhm, I got inspired to write this after seeing the movie today. OMANITWASGREAT. But there are probably a lot of people out there with the same thing in mind, so be prepared to be bombarded with tons of POC fan fiction. There are a few spoilers in here, but not…. really…. Just how (spoiler) Elizabeth Betrays Jack at that one part by kissing him. Which is like… all I say in the fic. :D There, I ruined it for you.

I'll probably take a while to get up new chapters and stuff, but I hope you guys can bear with me anyway. I really want to get this thing done, and I actually planned what I was going to write.

Reviews are loved, blah blah blah… I'll probably keep writing even if nobody knows about this thing.

Couples are Jack x Elizabeth, Elizabeth x Will, and Will x Jack. … AHAHA fooled you. No, but seriously. No Will x Jack. Ew.

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney… or Jack Sparrow… (but I sure wish I did…)


Chapter One

The newlywed sat, fingering her ring idly, mind lost in thought. Her light brown hair was pulled in a bun on the top of her head, but a few loose strands sat on her sloped shoulders. She delicately ran her fingers through the curls as she squinted her dark eyes. The delicate, pale hands dropped down onto her lap. Her head raised in the direction of the man standing before her, who had a wry, snaggle-toothed smile. Several gold caps took the place of his bicuspids; the teeth that were there, however, were a grisly yellow. He paced the floor and fingered the objects laying about the room with his hands. Finally the young woman stood up and spoke.

"Captain-" she muttered, reaching out for his arm. The man spun around, black dreadlocks flying out from underneath his ratty hat and old red headscarf. He reached out for both of her hands and cupped them in his. He bent down toward her face and grinned. "It's Jack, love." A nervous smile found it's way toward her lips, and she inched backward. "Yes, Jack, pardon me." Her voice was quiet and airy, drenched in a British accent. She pulled her hands away from his.

"Now, Jack, this little quest you want me and my husband to go on-"

"Oh, dear Lizzy- may I call you that?"

"I do prefer Elizabeth."

"Perfect. So, dear Lizzy, it's much, much, much, much, more than a little quest. It's more like… a great adventure of great rewards, wouldn't you say?"

Elizabeth groaned. "No, Jack, NO. It seems as if every time you want to go get yourself some treasure or trinket or whatnot you drag me and my husband along! Why I-"

Jack walked behind her and let his hands rest on her shoulders. She flinched as the dirty fingers began to move in slow circular movements. He gently tilted his mouth toward her ear and his small beard with two braids brushed her neck. "Lizzy… I could just drag you along, then. Think of it- you and me, sailing the seas-" His warm breath gave her goose bumps. She promptly turned, knocking him to his bottom.

"How dare you, Captain! I was married two weeks ago! Your suggestive banter should cease now that I'm a married woman."

"And I don't suppose you're having second thoughts about the marriage." He was met with a piercing glare. "Ahm… Oh, and sorry I couldn't attend. I was um doing… pirate… stuff." he squinted one eye and opened the other, his finger bending into a mock hook. Elizabeth gave a sarcastic smile and turned to sit back down as Jack helped himself back up.

"Well, Lizzy, it's a damn good thing you're pretty. Because nobody pushes the great Jack Sparrow around like that." He turned his head away and looked into the fireplace. He reached into his vest and pulled out a flask. After unscrewing the lid, he threw his head back and tossed the rest of the contents into his mouth. Once the rum was gone, Jack walked over to the flames idly and sat with his legs crossed, warming his hands. While the yellows and oranges danced around the crumbling logs, he stuck his hand near the bottom and picked up a pile of grey ashes. As soon as his hand clamped over them and he ground them up in his palm. The captain's chocolate eyes fell from his hand to the fireplace and his back heaved as he opened up his hands and let the ashes fall back into the flames. As his eyes began to water from the light, he heard a rustle behind him. Elizabeth's dark maroon dress fell in folds around his legs, and she leaned close to him, her cheeks flushed red. She took his black hand in hers and began to wipe it down with a rag, pausing every while to stick it in a tub of water and wring it out. Jack said nothing, he just ran his other palm over his arms protected from the cold by tattered rags. After his hand was cleaned well enough so that it could have gotten rid of ten years of dirt, Elizabeth tossed the rag into the tub of water. She pulled her knees up to her, wrapped her arms around herself, and let her head rest in them.

Jack was pulled from his daze when he realized that Elizabeth was smiling slightly.

"Why don't you want to come with me, again?" he whispered, holding a few strands of her hair in his hand. Without looking at him she replied, "I think I'm done with pirate games, Jack." He chuckled and fell back onto the floor, arms resting behind his head and legs with large black boots crossed laying on the rug. His eyes closed and his mouth turned into a frown as he thought back to the day when she had betrayed him. He remembered clutching onto her, feeling her warm breath and lips pushing so earnestly against his, only to end up setting him in a trap that nearly cost him his life. She'd played with him numerous nights before, her seduction and beauty almost too much. He'd wanted her so badly on occasions, so that when she finally gave into his devilishly handsome pirate looks, he never imagined it'd just be to set him up. At least he got a good stricken expression out of her would-be husband. The day Jack Sparrow was betrayed, she argued he would be good; he would want to know what it felt like to be simple and pure. He claimed that once she tried a taste of the take from the rich and the poor pirate lifestyle there was no turning back. The captain did try the whole clean conscience thing, but Jack still preferred the all for one and none for all life motto.

"'Pirate Games'… Is that what you call them? Hmph. I know that it's still in you. You don't want to be the good girl. That taste of life giving, back-stabbing pirate freedom, which, by the way, I still hold a grudge over you for, wasn't enough."

Elizabeth jerked her head up, and she sat on her haunches, towering above Jack, who was lying flat on the rug. She shuffled over to him and let her head hang around two feet above his. Her face contorted and she harshly whispered, "Jack, I had enough of that. I'm older now."

He jerked his torso up, making her jump back. "By ten months!"

"Still! I know what that life entails, and I'm done with it." She tossed her head away from his and rested her back on the leg of a nearby chair. "And, I told you how sorry I was about leaving you on the ship…" Her voice dropped so that it was nearly inaudible. "I cried myself to sleep the night after." Elizabeth looked up, surprised, to see Jack standing over her.

"Sorry love, I didn't quite hear that last bit. Louder." He cupped his hand over his ear.

"Oh, stop it." Elizabeth laughed, holding her hands out for him to pull her up. He gripped them and pulled her close to him, nearly sending both of them toppling. He pulled his face close to hers and stared into her eyes, holding her shoulders. His expression became suddenly serious.

"Lizzy, doesn't it get lonely here? What with William safe from us pirates and granted amnesty from whatever crimes he's done… he must be working now."

"Well, yes, he's working-"

"So you have this whole big house to yourself during the day, and probably days at a time too. He travels a lot, if I recall, doesn't he?"

"It's not like he-"

"What kind of newlyweds are you? You're supposed to be together constantly, holding each other in each other's arms…"

"Now you just wait a second-"

"You wanted to marry me." he said bluntly.

"I- I did not!"

"The compass pointed to me, didn't it?"

"No! It- I-"

"Mine pointed to you, too. I think it was only coincidence that you were standing on top of the treasure."

"That- That's absurd!"

"Is it?"

She slapped him across the face and pulled away his compass while he was down. "Give that back!" he hollered, rubbing his head.

"No!" she screamed, throwing it into the fire. Jack yelped and raced past her, retrieving it before the flames got to it.

"Thank god you throw like a girl, you missed the actual fire by a few inches." Elizabeth grabbed him by his hair and led him to the door.

"Ow ow ow ow ow OW!" he moaned as she pushed him out by the hair. He took off his hat and scratched his greasy head. As she scowled at him and went to slam the door, he shoved his boot in the doorway to jam it. Sparrow grinned and shoved the compass in her hand. "Out!" she cried, feebly kicking at his foot. He bowed and slid his foot out as she was exerting all of her weight onto the wooden door. "As you wish." he said, just loud enough for her to hear. The door slammed so hard it sounded as if it cracked the frame. Her muffled cries could be heard in the house. Jack turned to leave, but on second thought ran up to the house and said aloud in the door crack, "I'm coming back tomorrow. You will go with me on the trip, husband or not."

After a moment's pause, "I'd never go without my husband."

"So it's a maybe?"

"Leave me alone."

"Open the compass."

"NO."

"Okay then." He ran off to the back of the house where he could have a clear view of Elizabeth crouching near the front door. He settled himself in some bushes near a back window. He watched her open the front door and peek out quickly, then quietly close it again and slide to the ground. She gently lifted the lid and watched the arrow spin around and after half a minute she looked up in Jack's direction. She squinted and got up, walking toward the window he was sitting at. His heart raced and he squatted just below her view, wide eyed and smug. As she opened the window, looking into the sunset, she said weakly, "Will..?" Jack's smug look turned into one of disgust. She squinted her eyes and rested her arms on the windowsill. Elizabeth shook her hair out of the loose bun it was tied up in and let it fall over her shoulders. She looked around the back yard intently, certain someone was there. "J-Jack..?" she whispered. Jack pressed himself against the outside of the house as hard as he could, trying desperately to get out of her view. She sighed and as she was closing the window, she whispered the words "Elizabeth Sparrow" to (what she thought was) herself. Before Jack bounded off of the Turner property, he threw a rock at the window he was hiding under. It hit and clattered to the ground, and Elizabeth was sent flying to the window, searching closely for the man that had jumped the white fence bordering the Turner property and was racing back to his ship.