O.K, here are three stories written by me. All of them have a Jack/Elizabeth theme, none of them have anything much to do with each other, and only one of them can go through into being a series, which one? You decide. (Personally I think they get better as they go along, so if you don't like the first one just go onto the second, no sweat!)

Too late?

I stood with Will on the edge of the peer looking out at the pearl, and its captain drifting away from me. I had to bite my tongue to stop from crying. I love Will, I do, I do, I do, at least I think I do.

"I'll miss him!" I croaked, to no one in particular.

Will nodded, "So will I, but we still have each other, and we'll be married tomorrow morning!" I smiled wanly at him, and we kissed there in the morning sky. It was good I supposed. Jack had dropped us off at Port Royal after we had rescued him from the ends of the earth. I smiled remembering his expression when he'd woken up aboard the pearl to see me looking down on him. Jack Sparrow speechless for the first time in his life, and thankful too. He had been so grateful, he'd even let Barbossa stay on his ship, as second mate, Gibb's as first of course. I thought about Jack, the afterlife had not been good to him. Everyone had been eager to ask him questions about it but all that he would ever say on the subject was that if we had come a day later, we would have found him mad. I tried to forget that his time there had been down to me. It had been me who strapped him to the mast, it was a disconcerting notion, but better than the one it concealed, perhaps to distract him wasn't the only reason I'd kissed him? I pushed the thought in disgust from my mind, and flicked his compass open. It wavered between Will and the horizon but eventually landed so it was pointing out to sea, out to Jack.

Will and I had returned to a dispassionate 3 o'clock tea, what would Jack be doing now, 3 o'clock rum probably! I knew which I preferred, but sadly you couldn't argue with etiquette. My father was here at our little house, him and Will were discoursing on the weather and other trivialities. I sighed their talk bored me. My thoughts wandered, what life was there for me here? Housework, embroidery, children. How could it ever even begin to compare with life as a pirate, as an equal to the men, not just a pretty ornament to be flaunted at fashionable dinners. Will would never think of me like that, that I knew for certain, but still that is what I would be, that is all that I would be. Jack had been right, we were alike, astoundingly alike, our greatest desire was freedom, it was just in what form that freedom was offered to us that we differed. I pictured myself, my hair tangled, dirty, wearing men's clothes, aboard the pearl, with him.

Suddenly I was woken sharply from my daydream, Will was speaking to me; "Elizabeth, have we appointed a cook yet?"

"Erm…" I didn't know, was I going to be expected to be in charge of the staff? "No, I don't think so; I was going to do something about it tomorrow."

"Of course you were!" Will sounded cold, and sarcastic. I glanced at my father, luckily he hadn't noticed, a rift in our relationship so soon… well he hadn't really approved of my decision to marry Will in the first place. I giggled inwardly he would approve even less me marrying Jack, not that I would.

"Well" said Will, rapidly changing the subject. "I would to be able to entertain you further but un-fortunately I have an important business discussion attend, you know I am hoping to get a place in the government offices. Oh and Elizabeth I am afraid I will not be back till late, you will be all right on your own tonight won't you?"

"Yes of course I will!" I kissed him but my heart wasn't in it.

It was much later, I lay alone and cold in a hard new bed, so stiff after hammocks. My father had left hours ago and I was completely alone in the empty house. I tossed and turned thoughts running through my mind, thoughts about Jack. My heart my yearned for him and tears seeped softly from my eyes. I considered it, a life of freedom and happiness. No rules, just days and months and years of joy. But would I, could I leave this, Will, safety, corsets, my father? Was he worth it, did I love him? I faltered there for several minutes, then sat up sharply and slipped my bare feet out from the covers and onto the wooden floor. I had made my decision.

The next hour was a whirlwind of, scheming and packing. Only one dress was to come with me, (without a corset.) my main wardrobe was to be trousers, shirts and jackets, I crammed as much as possible into a small handmade bag, and slipping the compass round my neck I ran from the house down to the bay.

I was in luck no one was about apart from a sleeping guard and a drunken slave, neither of whom presented any problems. I heaved a small rowing boat out into the water. Not the most intelligent of plans, I know but it would have to do. I leapt in and took the oars into my hands and began to row.

I kept on going for miles checking Jacks compass every so often, I knew where it would point. I was growing weaker by the stroke but I hardly noticed, I had to get to him. A current began to pick up; I was being swept aside despite my hardest efforts to resist. Wave after wave flooded the little boat until finally it was tipped over. I tried my hardest to fight it, to swim, but all in vain and I collapsed onto the remains of my boat, and into a dead faint.

When I woke I was lying in a (thank god) hammock. I was surprisingly dry considering my previous predicament. I didn't open my eyes, there was no need. I could feel the sway of a ship beneath me; obviously some merchant sailor had picked me up and was taking me back to shore. I felt disheartened. Perhaps there was still a slight chance I could find him. But I if was going to even try I would have to escape this boat. I sat up with a groan and looked about me, I wasn't alone.

"'ello darling! And wot may I ask brings such a fine yun woman out to sea looking for old Captain Jack Sparrow, hm?"

An optimistic view

"Bugger!" That seemed to be the only fitting word to describe the situation. These cuffs weren't coming off, "buggerbuggerbuggerbugger!" Elizabeth had done a good job I'll give her that. I scanned the ship deck, wildly looking for means of escape, my eyes rested upon an oil lamp, aha! I drew my sword and stretched it towards the handle of the lantern. I was, nearly there it was… on. I smiled triumphantly then smashed my saviour against the mast I was chained to allowing, the streaming oil to coat my manacled wrist. I struggled with it, cursing myself for wearing those huge rings, but yes my hand was out. I rejoiced inwardly for a moment, then a slight sound from behind me made me turn. Not good. I was staring into the massive, dripping, terrifying and the quite frankly unpleasant mouth of the Kraken. I reeled a little, well who wouldn't? It roared at me and as it did so coated me from head to toe with something too disagreeable to describe. "Not so bad!" See? I thought viciously at no one in particular, Captain Jack Sparrow can Joke about anything. Looking down I saw an old friend. I hoisted my hat up, it was covered with the icky goo stuff, but what did it matter?

I wasn't a coward, and I wasn't going to die like one either. I would prove Elizabeth wrong; "Hello beastie!" I said suavely to it. I bet its never heard that one before! Then drawing my sword I ran to it, embracing my death, letting it envelope me. In what would have been my last moments on this earth a thought struck me; bloody hell, I'm not going to die today if I can help it! I dropped my sword without a second thought, and drawing my pistol fired 4 or 5 shots into a wet palpitating object I can only assume to be the creatures heart! Instantly as the bullets found there mark the creature began writhing and shrieking, (more goo!) I screamed and grabbed on to a tooth, well it was preferable than being swallowed into the curdling blood below me. Suddenly one of the creatures, now slightly shrivelled limbs swooped towards me and spasmodically yanked me out of its mouth, before throwing me, pistol and all far out to sea!
I landed on a broken rum barrel, (empty alas!) then immediately bellowed out with pain, I'd broken my leg. "Bugger" Again this seemed the only appropriate phrase, although this time I said it a little more light heartedly. I gasped for air and heaved myself further onto the wood, so I could rest in no discomfort. I watched my beloved ship and the dead Kraken slowly sink into the sea just as I slowly sank into the waters of unconsciousness, tired, wounded but very much alive!

Friendship?

She sat mournfully on the deck looking out to sea twisting a piece of dirty hair around her finger again and again. Her mind strayed. Jack, Jack, Jack. That's all she had been able to think about for the last few days. Him, him and their kiss. Had it meant anything? It shouldn't have done, but their lips brushing so softly and sensuously together, it had felt better than Wills kisses. Much better as if in that moment all of the pain and the unhappiness and the fear just melted away. The memory forced a tear down her cheek. She glanced wistfully over her shoulder. Will wasn't with them, after they'd saved Jack he'd become ill and was now lying in a fever in his cabin. That only left the pirate Captain himself on the deck with her. He was lethargically steering the ship, his mind wasn't really on his task, she could see it in his eyes.

Jack flipped out his compass, and tapped it open. There was no need. He knew exactly where it would point. A sure enough the infuriating little needle spun wildly and eventually landed on Elizabeth. It always seemed to do that. "I wouldn't mind a change" He snarled at it with gritted teeth. This was really no joke to him now, it was inconvenient above anything else. How was he supposed to know where to go? And besides it wasn't true, it couldn't be.

Elizabeth was getting tired of this constant awkward feel between her and Jack. It was because of the kiss and the manacles, that she knew for sure. He was in his right to be furious wit her, she had killed him, but he'd done worse things, much worse. She rose and swaggered over to him, in an attempt to imitate carelessness. He glanced at her then shot her a tight grin, before turning back to the waters. "Jack?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes?"

"Please look at me." He turned with exaggerated movements, as if she was over dramatising. "Wot is it luv?"

"Forgive me, for everything."

Jack sighed, and spinning the wheel slightly took a swig from a bottle of rum; "Lizzy-Beth, I'm not angry at ya for leaving me to forego my physical entrapment and commence the theoretical expedition into the realms of the physiological, or otherwise, torture of the afterlife, I would have done exactly the same had our positions been reversed."
"Then, what is it?"

"It's the way you, err… distracted me, that was taking advantage, resourceful yes, fair? No."

"That's illogical Jack, how many times have you conned, or stolen or cheated someone yourself?"

"Fair enough luv, but did you really hav to say ya weren't sorry?" She looked up at him, he'd got her there. He didn't show hurt, or disappointment, or even triumph. As usual his emotions were impossible to read.

"Oh, Jack… I didn't mean…" But suddenly all of her words seemed to have gone, and she was left with nothing but her tears and an ache in her heart.

So there you go, three stories. Which did you like the most? I am always grateful for your comments and reviews but if you don't feel like writing a prper few sentences, don't worry, just tell me which you think should go into a series. I want your opinions!

Many thanks for reading.

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