Title: What My Heart Truly Wants

Author: Hajan Rana

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Pg 13 for implied

Summary: Elizabeth. Jack's compass. Musing on what her heart truly wants. And what she says is: "My heart does not want Jack Sparrow."

A/N: My first attempt at POTC fanfiction and consequently, my first attempt at the wonderful J/E shippage.

Why does it keep coming back to haunt me?

Why this… why now… why?

"Mr. Sparrow, I'm not entirely sure that I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk."

"I know exactly what you mean, love."

"To freedom."

"To the Black Pearl."

Things were supposed to end there. But they didn't. I had had a bit too much. Just a bit.

Okay, maybe a bit more than just 'a bit'.

I got up, and started walking toward the ocean. Calling me, it whispered,

"Eli…zabe...th…E…l…i…z…a…b…e…t…h…Elizabeth."

The voice wouldn't stop. The sea. Freedom.

I finally knew what I wanted.

"Love?" came the other drunken voice.

I turned and walked back toward the fire.

Perhaps 'stumbled' is a more appropriate word. For I found myself landing rather unceremoniously on top of him.

He smirked, as though he'd been planning that all along.

"Love, if you'd like, I can oblige you, but first you'll have to allow me some room to move."

Infuriating.

"Unless of course, you're one of those women who like it—"

At least my liquor numbed mind was able to think of something.

I slapped him.

Impossible. Insufferable. Blinking, then,

"I didn't deserve that."

"Yes, you did, Jack Sparrow—" I started to mumble.

He lifted his forehead, pressing it against mine. I could smell the alcohol on us both. Our breaths mingled and my lips became warm, moist.

It had gotten hotter. I don't believe it was the fire.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, love."

I almost tasted his lips then. There was barely a centimeter left between us when…

OOMPH.

Now I was staring up at the sky, counting all the twinkling little lights that most probably were stars. Until his head blocked my view.

Upside down.

I did something unladylike then.

I swore.

He just chuckled. I tried to slap him again, but his hands held me down.

He started to nuzzle at my neck while I kept struggling.

Rum. It was the rum. Only the rum made it alright.

In my daze, I thought he was Will.

That must have been it.

Though I know it wasn't…

The next morning I woke before he did. I fixed my clothes, and threw out the rum, so that it would never happen again.

I couldn't help sitting there. Perhaps I was still under the influence of the rum. My fingers moved as though they weren't under my control. Running through his hair, playing with the beads.

He snores. You'd think he doesn't, but he does.

Now, this compass. Here I am, trying to find Will, and this stupid compass will not work.

It has to be wrong.

"Lizzy…Curiosity…Love"

Curse the man. Curse his words. Damn it all to hell.

I am Elizabeth Swann and only I can know what my heart truly wants.

And my heart does NOT want a ruffian, a cad, a stupid lying, and conniving pirate.

My heart does not want Jack Sparrow.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

Reviews will be greatly appreciated.