Disclaimer: I own nothing (unfortunately). If I did I would not be writing this fiction, i'd be living it. Since I can't have Jack (*pouts*), this will have to do.

The Brightest Star

Chapter 1:

A welcome breeze whispered lightly along the rocky shore, ghosting across Elizabeth's flushed skin. She leaned softly against the railing of her small balcony, looking up at the night sky. She was in awe of the vast expanse of black velvet, dotted with tiny caverns of light and had been since she was a small child. In London, it had been somewhat difficult to make them out above the thick layer of smoke that fell like a blanket over the city. However, ever since she had moved to the Caribbean she had been captivated by the wondrous beauty which the night sky laid bare.

Since her mother's death, Elizabeth had come to believe that there was a star in the sky that shone brighter than the others – her mother's spirit – a beacon of hope in the dark, foreboding world. Her thoughts turned now, however, to Will. He had left on the Flying Dutchman almost six months ago, chained to the ship for all eternity – committed to ferrying lost souls to the afterlife…the souls of those who had died at sea. Will would never have the opportunity to capture the true beauty of a star – for someone to believe that the brightest star in the heavens was his spirit watching over them. He was forever bound to the sea.

Despite the fact that Elizabeth still loved him dearly, they both knew that to remain married would only cause unnecessary heartache to each of them. Will knew the price that had to be paid in order to save Elizabeth and his father. Ten years at sea, one day on land. He wouldn't age…Elizabeth would. He couldn't bear to leave Elizabeth alone and waiting for him so he had annulled the marriage before leaving to fulfil his destiny. He couldn't possibly ask Elizabeth to dwindle away her entire life in order to spend a few fleeting days with him. He had no right to expect that from her and so they had parted as friends and Elizabeth had found freedom.

Tearing her gaze away from the overhead stars – instead focusing on their reflection in the icy depths of the ocean – Elizabeth allowed her mind to once again wander. It landed exactly where she expected it to; the same figure it seemed to have sought constantly since she had left his presence.

Captain Jack Sparrow. The name itself was enough to trigger a relentless flow of images across her vision, her body quivering at the mere thought of him. She could still taste his lips pressing ravenous and demanding against her, plundering her hot mouth with his skilful tongue, setting her entire body aflame with an overwhelming need to feel his bare skin against hers.

They had only shared one kiss – one kiss that Elizabeth had used to distract him in order to sacrifice him…to kill him. It was meant to be emotionless, a means to an end to bring about his end – to save others. It had backfired, set her alight. Ever since that one kiss, all Elizabeth could think about was the feeling of his hard, muscular body pressed tightly against her own – his tongue, his calloused hands moving insistently, possessively across her naked flesh while hers were buried deep within his thick, dark hair.

Elizabeth sighed. In an attempt to compose herself and collect her wandering thoughts she took a shuddering breath, trying to subdue the desire that had rippled through her body at just his image, once again setting her aflame with a desperate longing to feel his touch.

She looked out at the dark, tempting horizon. Ever since she had left the Black Pearl she had been wishing, praying for a set of black sails to come sweeping into view, bringing with them the one person she had desperately craved for every minute of everyday.

"Where are you, Jack?" She whispered, letting the breeze carry the sound away from her and into the darkness.

Jack stiffened as the sound of her strained, deflated voice reached his ears. He watched as her shoulders slumped and she returned into the house. He released a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. His mind was made up.

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Cliffhanger!

Short but sweet. However, I am putting the next chapter straight up!

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