..::.. 1 ..::.. Goodbye Love ..::..

It had been three months since that horrible day. She remembered it like it had just happened. Her kissing him, a feeling her lips would never forget, then chaining him to that post. And leaving him there.

"Elizabeth?" Will asked, placing an arm around her shoulders. She shrugged him off kindly, offering him nothing but a bitter remnant of a smile. Since that day, things had changed for her. Her heart had changed. She loved Jack. She killed Jack.

"Ms. Turner?" Barbossa asked kindly. He certainly had changed since becoming alive. No doubts that he was still a pirate at heart, but now . . . somehow, she related more to him. Probably because of Jack. He had changed her heart. He was right. She hated to admit it, but he was. She was curious.

Curious as to how it could have been to love him. To . . . persuade . . . him as he had put it.

"It's Swann and it's nothing. We sail on." She replied monotonously. She walked to the edge of the ship, staring into the deep, dark waters.

He was there, somewhere. At the ends of the earth, beneath the dark waters, with Davy Jones. Unless Norrington had stabbed the heart, or lost it, or any other number of things. Then, perhaps, he might not have been there at all. He could be lost forever.

Salt poured from her eyes. From her eyes into the sea. She went into the sea. Her tears joining her love.

"Goodbye love. Goodbye until we meet again." She whispered gently.

"From your lips to his heart, that's where they are love." Will whispered sadly, standing beside her.

"I never meant to hurt you William." She whispered, not looking at him. She couldn't. It would kill her. Will sighed, nodding his head.

"And you never meant to love him either." He replied, almost angry at himself. She shut her eyes tightly, two more tears escaping. Will took that as his cue to leave, her heart had moved on.

"Goodbye love." She whispered once more. It was going to be a long trip.

..::.. Meanwhile . . . ..::..

"Oh bugger all." Jack whispered, staring doubtfully at his surroundings. Black, grey, stormy, dark, and ooh, some more grey just to shake things up abit.

"Well this is the pits." He added. The sea roared around him, and wind cut him from all sides.

"You have no idea." Came a voice beside him, off to the left a bit. He jerked around, staring, in vain, to see who it was. It was a feminine voice. It wasn't hers. He bit his tongue.

"Who are you?" He asked quietly, almost fearfully.

"Are you afraid of me, Captain Jack Sparrow?" She asked quietly, walking towards him.

"Where are we?" He asked, ignoring his first question, and hers as well. After all, Captain Jack Sparrow fears no one.

"We're on a boat love, can't you tell?" The voice asked, mocking him. "Aww, the great Captain doesn't know his own ship." Jack spun around.

"The Pearl?" He asked. The woman chuckled.

"Aye. And here we both are. Former captains."
"A woman?"

"Not just any woman." Came the ever so familiar voice of Davy Jones. Jack gasped.

"What are you doing here?" Jack asked. Davy chuckled.

"Checking up on you two. Making sure you've been acquainted. After all, as you've been doomed to spend an eternity here, you might as well know one another." Davy remarked, lighting one of very the very few lights on the ship left intact. Jack squinted at the sudden brightness in the gloom. When his vision came back, he was stunned to see a dazzling woman beside him.

"Aryanna Parker." She replied, taking her hat off her head and sweeping it into a low bow. Jack nodded, and found that his hat was back, smiling happily at that thought.

"Boy don't you know who this is?" Davy asked, placing an arm around Aryanna. Jack shook his head.

"I'm the original captain of this beauty." She replied, smiling at him. Jack found himself at a loss for words.

"A woman?" He asked. Davy chuckled.

"Not just any woman. The daughter of the sea." Davy replied, chuckling. She sneered at him, then brushed him off, walking to the railing.

"But . . . you're the sea." Jack remarked, ever so intelligently.

"Aye. And she is my daughter. The Pearl was my gift to her for as long as she promised me not to fall in love." He replied. The woman chuckled airily.

"But as any good father should know, daughters very rarely do as they're told." Aryanna's eyes focused on a place far away. A place where one man named William Turner was, with his new fiancee.

"Wait, you loved William?" Jack asked, Davy having muttered a few curses about William Turner. Aryanna nodded, a sad smile on her face. "Did he know?" Jack asked, walking towards her. She sniffled lightly, wiping her face, which was, Jack noted, very pretty.

"Yes. And he hated me for it. He loved Elizabeth, even though she'd never seemed to deem him worthy. She stared down her pretty nose at him, and the rest of us for that matter. And then, when he needed her the most, she fell in love with you, didn't she Jack?" Aryanna asked. Jack nodded, then stared at her.

"Wait, love me?" Jack asked warily. He'd never been loved before, not really. Aryanna smirked.

"Why do you think she chained you here duckie? It's not because you look good in chains." She replied, leaning back against the railing. Jack closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"I've just . . . I've never been loved before, savvy. Anyway, your father sent you here?" He paused as Aryanna nodded her head, then continued. "Why?" He replied.

"Well it certainly wasn't for my health." She replied satirically. She studied Davy for a few seconds before telling the story. "Well, when Father found out I loved William, he was very unimpressed, needless to say. He threatened to banish me to far worse than the ends of the earth. To the locker, if I continued on with my silly infatuation. Which is why you had the Pearl for those thirteen years."

"Uh, two!" Aryanna merely stared at him before continuing his story.

"Well, whatever. Anyway, I refused to go to the locker. I mean, I am Davy Jones' daughter. So, he kept me on the Flying Dutchman while you had the ship. Then, as soon as you got taken back, so did I. And now, here we are. For all eternity." Aryanna said, finishing rather unenthusiastically. Jack sighed.

"Well, since you two are acquainted now, I'll leave you be. Aryanna," Davy paused, looking at his daughter, who merely stared back with her cold blue eyes, eyes as dangerous as the sea itself, "you know how to get ahold of me, if you ever change your mind."

"You mean if I ever change my heart Father, which won't happen. So, goodbye." She said, waving her father away. Davy stared at her, a flicker of sorrow in his eyes, before disappearing into the sea around them.

"How did you meet William?" Jack asked, sitting down against a wall. Aryanna sighed, propping herself up against the desk inside the Captain's cabin, as they had moved inside to protect themselves from the rain. Not that it helped much . . .

"Well, we had really known each other since we were children. We always ran and played together. And then one day, I just, realized I guess, that I loved him. And he realized it too. And from that day on, he wouldn't speak to me. He hated me. Even though I never stopped loving him." She chuckled lightly. "I think I always will." She added quietly. Jack rubbed his face, feeling as though he'd just woken up from a very long dream, a dream that he wasn't sure he was liking very much.

"And now, Elizabeth, loves me." He said, pointing to himself. Aryanna nodded her head, taking her hat off and rearranging her headscarf. When she pulled it off, beautiful auburn hair fell down in marvelous curls. She tied it back up in her scarf, pieces falling out here and there, framing her pale face. Jack found her beautiful, dangerous, mysterious, and as ever-changing as the sea itself. Just as her father wanted her, he supposed. Just as any man should want. His thoughts slipped back to Elizabeth.

She was beautiful, yes. Curious, mysterious, willing to change herself completely for him, a pirate. To become a pirate herself, which she did, when she kissed him.

The kiss. What was it to him?

Passionate? Curious? Dangerous?

All of the above and more.

"Jack?" Aryanna asked softly, right in front of him. He jumped shortly, bringing his hands up to block the blow he expected with people getting that close. Aryanna grabbed his hands, then leaned very very close to him. Jack held his breath, waiting for a kiss, just like Elizabeth had given him.

"We're getting off this ship." She whispered, barely a breath against his lips before it was gone and she was walking to the opposite side of the cabin. Jack sighed.

Yeah. They needed off that ship.

I don't own these characters. I just wrote the story.