A/N: It's been forever since I had a chance to sit down and work on some fanfiction. Right now I am on Spring Break and so, hopefully, I'll be able to update some of my stuff. First, though, I want to write a short collection of PotC oneshots that I was inspired to write when I saw the new At World's End trailer. I hope that that'll get my creative juices flowing again so I can work on fanfiction while I have some precious free time.

Disclaimer: Do I look like The Mouse to you? No? Well good, cuz I own nothing.

Elizabeth Swann paced the quarterdeck, trying, in futile, to sort out her scrambled thoughts. They has saved Jack, but she had yet to speak to him. Vaguely, she wondered if he hated her or possibly...no. She'd been down this road before, and it led her nowhere.

Perhaps she was so anxious because of her own attempts to keep herself calm. Anytime thoughts of Jack Sparrow had come to her mind, she had pushed them away, thinking that she had several months before she would have to face the issues. Now her time was up and all she could do was wish vainly that she had thought about it when she had time.

The compass. That damn wretched little thing was the cause of all this trouble. When the compass had started to point at Sparrow, Elizabeth had begun to question her own heart. Was it possible that she was mistaken in her love for Will? That she had fallen in love with a roguish, coarse pirate? Elizabeth wanted to say no. More than anything, she wanted to say no.

But that line of thought was always halted by her logic? Why did you kiss him, then? Simply to save the rest of us. Then why does it bother you so much? Why do you wake up in the night, thinking you feel his lips on yours? Okay, maybe I wanted to do it. Maybe I wanted to kiss Jack Sparrow.

Once that was admitted, Elizabeth had to wonder if the compass was correct. Did she love Sparrow? Or did she want him? There was, Elizabeth decided, a fine line between love and lust. Had she just wanted to see what it was like? Just curiosity? Or did she really have feelings for him? And if she did, what did she do about it? Completely disregard her childhood friend and first love and everything he had done for her? Impossible. Her mind rejected the idea at once. Besides, she hadn't decided yet if she really did love Jack.

Sure, she had missed him terribly through this whole journey. She had agreed to help save him. The guilt she felt for murdering him was as fresh as the day it had happened. True, she constantly wondered how he would speak to her, what he would say when they were reunited. But love him? Hardly. Elizabeth snorted at her own ridiculous imagination. And then she reverted to her original plan:

Don't think about it, you still have time.

Right.