Jack Sparrow sat, staring aimlessly into the ocean. He was cold, and for once he felt alone… and afraid. Why had he given in to her kiss? Why did he fall to his knees at the slightest touch? Why was she the one his compass would lead him to? What was so appealing about her heart? All he knew was he loved her.

He remembered her soft touch, her hand gliding across his body. He remembered her cold words, 'I'm not sorry,' she said, piercing his heart as she chained him to the doomed ship. 'Bloody pirate,' was his reply. He had tried to look strong, remain invincible to her, and all else. But he was shattered, his dreams were shattered.

Jack stood up and through his rum bottle into the sea. "Bloody pirate!" he screamed, hoping he was heard. By who, he didn't know, but he wanted to be heard. He wanted the world to know how much he loved her, but wanted her to remain oblivious to the fact. He wanted her to think he hated her. She didn't deserve to know the truth. She didn't deserve to know how much he cared.

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"Elizabeth!" Will Turner chased after his, supposed, fiancé. He grabbed her by the shoulders. "Elizabeth…"

"Will, I told you, I'm sure!" she snapped, tears pouring down her delicate face. "I don't love him, Will. I can't love him. He's just a pirate."

"Elizabeth, you don't sound sure."

"I… I just don't know any more. I'm sure I don't love Jack, I'm just not sure I love you any more than I do him."

"You don't mean that… you-you do love me. Elizabeth."

"Will I need to think. Please. Just go away," Will stood, and blocked her from closing the door.

"Lizzie…" he stroked her cheek gently. She turned her face away from him and disappeared into her room.

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Elizabeth turned and saw a familiar face, whose body was sitting comfortably in the chair beside her bed. "Hello, poppet."

"Jack! Jack… your dead..."

"Am I, love?" Jack got up and stalked seductively around her bed. "Am I really dead? But then again, who are we to tell death from life. Am I dead, alive, or have been, this whole time, just the part of you who yearns for adventure?" He stopped by her, and moved his rough hands up and down her torso. She quickly pulled away from him.

"Jack, don't…" He continued to hold her. She pulled away harder, but his grip was strong, and he pulled her closer to him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he kissed her, preventing words to come out.

When they parted, he whispered into her ear, "Stop pretending and give into me, love," as his face faded from view.

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Elizabeth's eyes flew open. She looked around. No Jack. On her bed-side table was an empty bottle of rum. "Oh, Jack. Where have you gone?" she whispered.

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