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A/N: ok, so, this is my first Pirates fic, and I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, only the occasional character that I make up.

Is There Any Truth in Your Other Stories?

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

"I can't take much more of this," I whispered to myself for the hundredth time. I'd been sitting in this little cottage for six months, staring at the chest, listening to the quiet pounding of his heart, whishing myself away every second. I could barely stand the six months of isolation, how was I to survive the next 9 ½ years? Well, what are you going to do about that, then?

"I don't know! I don't know…." I mean it's not like I could just burry the chest and go off on some adventure for the few years, could I?

Can't you? That little voice asked again. It's not like you're betraying him. Would he really want you to sit here for the next 9 ½ years? Wouldn't he rather you had a little fun?

"I suppose…." I answered, not really sure where my inner voice was going with this. "Where do you intend I should go? I don't have a ship…" Ah, but you know someone who does! And he would gladly take you aboard.

I stared out the window towards the sea, smiling to myself as I thought of this alternative to sitting here for the rest of my life.

"Jack…"

*3 Months Later*

"Cap'n!"

I was staring at the ceiling, making pictures out of the little lines in the wood. A ship. A chest. A heart. Long hair. Beautiful Lizzie…

"Cap'n!"

I snapped out of the trance the wood had put me in and sat up. I looked around my cabin and out the small window. It looked to be around midday, nice and sunny, no trace of a storm. So why was I being woken up? I got up and walked over to the door that Gibbs was banging on. I worked to put on my best angry face.

"Cap'n, you're up!" His smile faded from his old face as he took in my expression.

"Mr. Gibbs. I know you didn't just wake me from blissful sleep just to tell me good morning. What in the name of all that's holy do you want?"

"Uh… Oh! Cap'n there's someone on deck who wishes to see ya."

I couldn't remember making port, so the fact that someone was on deck surprised me. "Ah. Well, who is it and how did they get all the way out here?"

"Well, Cap'n, we picked 'em up in a small boat about ten miles from a little island. As to who it is..."

"Yes, Gibbs?"

"They'd be wantin' to tell ya everything for themselves, so you'd best be getting up on deck." He looked away from me, as though trying to conceal his amusement at my being out of the loop.

"Alright, I can take a hint. Let's go." I stalked off before him, determined to put this fellow back into his boat as soon as possible.

*2 Hours Previous*

I'd been out here in the ocean for a month, searching for the Black Pearl. I wasn't sure where I was, or where the Pearl might be, but I just couldn't stand being in that little shack all by myself. Every morning I'd search the horizon for those familiar black sails, and every day I'd see nothing but clear blue sky meeting the blue-green ocean in all directions. But I knew that one way or another Jack would find me. He always does. Today, for some reason, I felt increasingly optimistic. And I guess it was my lucky day.

The sun was just barely overhead when I saw that wonderful ship. At first I thought that it might have been an illusion, but the closer I got the more amazing I felt. Once I could see the people clearly, and stood up.

"Hey," I called, "over here!"

I was immediately assaulted with cries of 'man overboard', and then once they saw who I was, the cries turned more friendly and I felt my heart swell with the prospect of seeing old friends again.

"Miss Elizabeth," I heard Gibbs call, "is that really you?" a ladder was lowered down so that I could board the ship.

"It's really me, Mr. Gibbs," I answered, "although I can hardly believe it myself."