While Will is away to Spain, Elizabeth wishes he was back...or does she? Thinking not only about Will but also Jack Sparrow, she wonders of who she really is in love with. When Sparrow comes back to England for Elizabeths help they reunite and remember the past, the good and the bad, together. Is this a new start for Elizabeth? Did she get the right answers she was looking for? :)

Because "Sparrabeth" is just plain love! :)

During a cool spring day with an occasional breeze from the East and birds singing their spring love songs, England seemed still now that everything was settled. But something was larking in the midst of the darkness Mrs. Turner (Elizabeth) was not at all happy on how things are. Not only that Will, the man she married and loved ever so much, was gone out to sea to Spain but also on what she was feeling. She peered out her bedroom window looking out to the seas horizon wondering. She fiddles with her wedding ring on her left hand, gazes at it and with udder repulsion, and yanks it off slams it on the table and stands there with both of her hands on the table and wept with her head lowered. Producing big fat tears from her eyes she lifts her head and glances out the glass once more. Seeing nothing but open sea she pries herself from the table and plops herself on her bed with a loud thump.

"What's happening to me?" she wonders to herself. After a few moments she finds the potency to pull herself up out of her bed, looks in the mirror and finds herself looking like a blind school teacher put on her makeup. She chuckles for a few seconds wiping away the last of her tears, sniffles and took a deep breath in release.

"Why do I think about him all the time?" she thought out loud. Not knowing that her father, the governor, walked in without knocking overhearing her talking to herself he insisted on asking.

"Think about whom, I may ask?" In alarm she turns around and looks at her father with an open mouth.

"N-No one." She said hesitating.

"Oh, are you sure, because you've been acting a little odd lately. You aren't thinking about Sparrow now are you?" he asked.

"What? Are you out of your mind?" she shrieked.

"Why would I want to be with that godforsaken pirate again? Plus, I married Will." She turns around facing the mirror and lowered her head once more. Her father sighs with relief.

"Thank God. I worried there for a minute." Elizabeth raises her head, turns around and looks at her father with her arms crossed.

"At least you have SOME common cents!" he laughed quietly while shaking his head out the door. Hearing the door lock behind him, Elizabeth drops her arms and peers out the window.

"But do I really?" she asked herself. She storms off, rushing to the staircase and exits to the back door into the garden hoping no one will see her. She walks swiftly with her fluent dress on the cobble stone walkway that led to the shore.

She stood where the sea and sand meet, gazing out to sea hoping to see black sails.

"Just stop Elizabeth; it's never going to happen. It would be a flipping miracle if Jack comes back. He will never come back for me…Not in a million years." She told herself quietly. Taking a deep mouthful of air, she turned her back to the sea and headed back toward the garden.

"E-Elizabeth." A voice called from a distance. She stopped in her tracks. Looked to her left, no one was there, than her right. Skimming the shore and sea, she didn't see anyone. Than suddenly, something caught her eye. It looked like some driftwood for a moment. Taking a few steps toward the figure, squinting her eyes with confusion.

"Wait a minute, I know that headdress anywhere." her eyes opened to an extent. She rushes to the figure and kneels to its side.

"Is it? Is it really you Jack?" she asked to the unknown person. She wipes the sand from his face and puts her hands on his head with comfort.

"Oh my lord, it is! Jack. W-What are you doing here? What happened to you?" her head raced with questions. He opened his eyes slowly seeing Elizabeth for what he thought were the angles of heaven. He looks at all directions.

"Am I dead?" he asked her with confusion on his face.

She laughed. "No! Jack, its Elizabeth. You're in England." She explained.

"What happened?"

"The ship got attacked once again. Everyone is dead, and the Pearl is gone." He said. "I came back to see you. Tia Dalma said that you and Will could help me get her back."

"Jack." Elizabeth said with worry. "Will is gone. He's in concord with Spain." She lowered her head in disgrace. If only she had Will back, from what she thought.

Jack raised his hand to her face lifting her head to look her straight in the eye.

"Don't worry love." He said with sympathy. Elizabeth grabbed his wrist, keeping his hand on her face and looked at him with passion in her eyes. He moved his hand to the back of her neck lowering her head toward his. Making it look like they were going to kiss.

"But I do have one question to ask you." He said softly.

Having butterflies in her stomach that made her want to heave, her eyebrows lifted with faith and eyes glistened. She lowered her head a bit more to settle 'the mood'.

"Anything." She whispered back. Hoping to hear what she longed for. She closed her eyes to some extent and held her breath.

"Do you..."

"Yes…yes!" She said hopefully to herself.

"Do you have any Rum on you possibly?" he asked.

She opened her eyes and exhaled loudly. Lifted her whole body and looked at him with disgust. Shakes her head, hits him on the arm and walks away towards the garden.

"What a way to ruin the moment." She thought.

Jack gets up, wobbles a little bit and runs after her like a drunk that he is.

"Wait, Elizabeth. Where are you going?" he shouted while flailing his arms about.