Laying down in the middle of a ship
Jack's ship, to be exact
Her wedding dress is torn and ripped
She loves witty Jack
She cannot bare it anymore
She cannot be joined with Will
For she knew at her heart's core
That she desired freedom's thrill
Now Jack saunters across deck
And sees the woman lying
He says "Lizzie-love ye look like a wreck
And why is it yer cryin?"
Surprised in his sudden presence, she gapes
Her eyes brighten against tears
Slowly she rises and walks towards his rogueish shape
Quivering from a feeling beyond fear
"Jack" she whisperes through the rain
She could see his coy grin
She grinned herself and kissed the captain
Elizabeth Swann never wanted it to end
Laying down in the middle of a bed
Jack's bed to be exact
Her wedding dress has long been shed
She's made love to witty Jack