A/N: okay okay so I'm a Sparrabether at heart but I was watching At World End and something came to my mind. Its just an experiment if you like. If nobody likes the idea please let me know and I wont carry on, but I don't think many people have done this idea so this is my take on what would happen if Will did win Elizabeth, but Jack won her heart and something much more personal to her……….so here we go……

It had been nearly 4 months since he had last seen her.

She had been left standing alone on that long stretch of beach with nothing but a wooden chest sitting on a rock inside a heart beating rhythmically in time with the waves.

4 long months since she had come to him amongst his crew and told him that it would never have worked out between them. He watched her lips as she looked at him waiting for his reply, part of him wanted to grab her and kiss her prove to her that he was a good man while the other part of him wanted to push her off his ship. He smiled after seeing that the entire crew had come up on deck to say goodbye to their beloved pirate king.

So he said the only thing that came to mind, "Keep telling yourself that darling". He was glad he did because she smiled and even moved to kiss him, but he knew that it would only end in tears and so he stopped her.

He regretted it every day since…….

Dearest Jack Sparrow

I must first tell you that this is my third attempt at contacting you, seeing as you didn't leave an address for me to forward my letters. So I will leave a copy of this letter in The Wicked Wench, a tavern I hear you're familiar with in Tortuga, and I pray you will write me soon .

I hope this letter finds you well and you're not too intoxicated to understand some of the big phrases I am putting forward to you. I am dreadfully sorry to hear about your distressing news, I know she was very important to you Captain and I will do everything in my power to get you're rightful justice. I have spoken with your father and he has agreed that you shall take Captaine Chevalls' second in command vessel until you have retrieved what is rightfully yours.

On a much lighter matter of events, I was passing one of the more quaint taverns in Tortuga and I noticed that in it's window stood a small wooden statue. It instantly reminded me of you and I have it sitting on my window awaiting your arrival.

I've missed you terribly, and I hope that if you by any chance see my dearest Will would you send him word of my good health and that I think of him often and you Jack are never far from my thoughts either. I feel that on the day of my leave there was an awkwardness between the two of us, and I want you to know that I am grateful for everything you have ever done for me Jack.

Please come and visit me soon Jack I hear we trade some of the best rum in the entire Caribbean and I'm sure you would love to taste it's sweet liquor and maybe enjoy some company.

Write to me soon Captain.

Yours Elizabeth S. Turner

Within a month the letter had got to Jack Sparrow and he made sail to her with all haste, waving the crew off with any questions that they asked telling them that there would be saucy wenches and as much rum as one could imagine and that was enough for the crew to be silenced.

Jack grew anxious with every passing moment, what he would say to her, how she would react to his visit. He would keep a restless watch on the helm and make sure that none of the crew were slacking in anyway, even to the point of threatening to throw them in the sharks and retrieving their mutilated bodies just to throw it back in, if he even caught them slacking in their duties. Most of the crew knew he was lying, he would never have the guts to actually do that but they also felt like they were getting the old Captain Sparrow back and didn't want to dampen his mood and so went along with Jack's new harsher approach.

But it had taken them longer than expected.

For it was the storming season and Jack was forced to make Port for a few days while the storms cleared up, the crew seemed happy to rest for a while but were on strict orders not to get too relaxed in their "pit-stop" but to gather supplies and artillery for when the ship was ready to set sail again.

Jack would sit alone in his room surrounded by his maps reading over the co-ordinates over and over again. He knew he had to lure her away from the island, he was planning an adventure for her. One she would never forget, unlike the last adventure, maybe this one would end the way he wanted it to end. He would sail away with the girl on his arm.

The compass was never from his sight, either sitting open on the desk pointing in one direction or tucked way in his belt kept safe from prying eyes, people who would know where his heart truly lay, and it wasn't with his crew.

On the morning on the ninth day of their stay Jack was awoken by the song of a bird perched on his window, that was all the proof he needed that the storms had passed and he dressed quickly before gathering his maps together and heading towards the crews sleeping quarters, which happened to be the tavern floor surrounded by half naked wenches lying around the crew some snoring loudly than any man or woman Jack had came across.

He wasted no time in getting his men up and giving orders, and as soon as they were ready to leave and the wenches were paid for their uses Jack had lead his crew back to his ship and ordered them to sail with all haste.

Finally after 2 months since she wrote to Jack he had managed to make port on her island.

He could see her even all those miles away, he could still make her out sitting there alone on the sand looking out to the sea with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders and her hair dancing with the wind around her .

As soon as they made port Jack left Mr, Gibbs to make sure everyone was in line and followed Jack's instructions, but also that they had time to dwell in their fancies around the town at their designated hour of the day.

Jack made way to where he saw her and walked all along the beach, going over what he intended to say to her in his head more than one hundred times.

Then he saw her sitting there looking as beautiful as he'd always remembered her to be, she turned and smiled standing up slowly and moving towards him. But as she got closer to him he noticed something very different about her. She had become much curvier since he had last seen her, then her shawl was abruptly snatched from her grasp and Jack's vision became blurred, but he'd e damned if he even thought it could have been tears. Jack Sparrow does not cry.

"Jack, you came" she said pulling him into a hug smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck burying her face into his dreadlocks and trinkets. He stood motionless as she hugged him, trying his hardest not to show any emotion, good or bad he couldn't say what he was feeling. All that he did know, he knew for sure that she wasn't Elizabeth Swann anymore. She was Elizabeth Turner, and Mrs Turner was indeed pregnant.

He tried to contain his emotions as best he could but it was proving very hard, every time that she touched his arm to pull him in the direction of her home he stiffened and pulled away from her.

They reached her home in silence and he followed her in and sat at the table with his arms crossed, when questioned about his behaviour he waved if off telling her that it was cold and she asked no further questions to the Captain.

"So where is dear William?" he asked already knowing the answer himself but needed to make conversation before she fussed about him again. He watched as she stiffened at the mention of her husbands name and closed her eyes. "You of all people know where he is Jack" she said before opening her eyes and carried on making a pot of tea. She placed the hot cup on the table in front of him and sat opposite him, watching his eyes sink to the table and to the cup but never daring to meet her gaze

"Jack?" she asked warily reaching out to touch his arm but he pulled away sharply and she grew curious about his strange behaviour. He looked down to the table and raised an eye brow, he had to admit his behaviour was hard to read but he couldn't help it, he hadn't expected any of this and he was trying to come to terms with the fact that Elizabeth wasn't his Elizabeth anymore, she had grown up and was about to become a mother herself.

"Jack what's wrong?" she asked "Is it Will?"

"Will?" he snapped back, suddenly bitter of what he'd lost to that whelp "why should everything be about William?"

She sat back confused and taken back by his outburst "It isn't all about Will, you're acting strange that's all"

"And you thought I was concerned about you're dearly beloved, how sweet, well Mrs Turner the whole world doesn't revolve around your bloody Will" he snapped then looked down to her bump " and I'm sure you want me to care about his Bern now I guess"

"His baby?" she asked her hands reaching down to her bump "Jack what is wrong with you, you don't seem yourself, I didn't mean to cause any offence by mentioning Will"

Jack calmed slightly and stood up she followed him over to the door and watched as he put his coat back on "Jack, you're leaving already?" she asked

"My crew are waiting for me" was all he said as he straightened up and turning around to her, his chest was thumping painfully and he wanted to kiss her so badly but he just couldn't get the idea of Will's baby growing inside of her. Then he had to look away when he saw her eyes glazed up with tears.

"Please don't go, I'm so lonely here" she said

"Your husband will be back soon" he said bitterly, and she looked out towards the sea

"I miss him so much Jack, 10 years I have to wait for him to come to me" she said, then Jack felt her arms slide up his front and rest on his chest "but you're here now"

Jack lost himself. He couldn't stop himself and let her lean in and gently place a kiss on his lips, they were just as he remembered her lips to be warm and soft and just as inviting.

But as he pulled her in he could feel the gentle movement of the baby in her womb and he pulled away violently shocking her and he turned away from her shameful as she wiped her lips then looked to him.

"Yes, I'm here" he said "but only until Will comes home is that it?" he moved away from her and towards the door.

"Jack don't go" she pleaded reaching out to grab his arm to stop him, but he was too quick and he was out the door, but he turned round to her "Elizabeth I cant stay, because we both know I could never have you" he looked down to her stomach "not now"

Then he was gone.

She sent him letters almost every week, and he received every single one but she never got one back. She didn't understand how quickly someone's feelings can change but she knew that Jack didn't care for her anymore and so she was again alone.

She was transported to Shipwreck Cove in order to have her baby, making sure that it was on a ship so that Will could be present during the birth and to hold his wife's hand.

Unknown to her Jack received news of her arrival in Shipwreck and he was also present during the birth, just tucked away in the shadows along Bootstrap Bill. He watched proudly as Elizabeth brought that child into the world and he soon left when Will kissed his wife and the couple declared their undying love for one another.

That was the day Jack Sparrow's heart broke…….

That was the day Katherine Turner was born……

That was the day Calypso made her plan……..

That was the day fate decided to step in.

A/N: So what did we all think?

Let me know if you think I should carry on with this fanfic and give me your input on what you think should happen in future chapters.