"You can't sail with me," Elizabeth said, laughing as she walked towards her cabin. She paused at the door for four men carrying an armoire to go through first.

"Why not?" Jack asked, sidling up to her.

"You want your ship back, Jack," she said, turning to look at him. "What you want and what I want are two very different things right now."

"I just need your help, one last time. 'Sides, I'll help you out. It's tough getting used to this whole 'Captain business,'" he pleaded.

"I will not be in need of your help," she said stubbornly.

"You might be."

"I'm not," she stated, walking into the cabin. The men inside were pushing the piece of furniture against a wall, securing it to the floor.

"You can't leave me here all by me onesies," he said desperately. "I think you owe it to me, to let me sail with you, eh?"

"I owe you nothing," she turned on him, fairly spitting the words. "We're square. And I can leave you here."

"No, you can't."

"I can."

"You could, but you won't," he said, tapping her nose with his index finger. She pulled back.

"And why not?" She asked, turning to observe the work on the armoire.

"Because secretly you wish that things had gone differently."

She paused, smiled falsely at the men as they straightened and thanked them as they left the cabin.

Elizabeth turned slowly and tilted her head to look Jack in the eye.

"If I had the chance to live that over again, I would still leave you chained to your ship," she spoke slowly, gently. But she knew the words would bite and she hoped it would make him leave.

"That's not what I was referring to, actually," Jack said equally as quiet. "That same day, earlier. Even if you aren't thinking about it, you're wishing I'd kissed you before I did. But I didn't, and that is what you regret."

"I'll remind you that it was my move and I led you on for a reason. It was better that you changed your mind the first time, else ways things may not have worked out the way they did," she spoke quickly and he could tell that she was becoming more than agitated.

"I was leading you on," he defended. "That's why I pulled away."

"I doubt that's why you pulled away. The reasons why you were leading me on were very different from the reasons I was leading you on. You were just too frightened to carry on," she said, and took a step back.

"Was not!" Jack said. "And you're a fool if you can't admit to yourself that our reasons were the same. You saw you could make something more of things in the situation we were in, and I believe you didn't actually have anything planned out for my unfortunate fate. Spur of the moment decisions." He smirked.

"Our reasons were very different," she said, crinkling her nose in disgust.

"So you never think of me, like that?" he asked accusingly, suggestively. He was cornering the lion.

"You're doing a fine job of finding a place in my crew," she snapped.

"I'll take the hammock closest to the stairs," he said, leaning in closer to her and lowering his voice. "But if you ever change your mind I'll be happy to relocate to a closer situation." Jack touched his hat with two fingers in a mocking salute and slipped out of the room.

"I'll strangle you in your sleep!" she called after him.

The door clicked shut.