Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters from Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean.

WARNING:
THIS FIC CONTAINS SLASH, WHICH MEANS A MALE/MALE RELATIONSHIP.

If you dislike slash, please turn back now. :) That said, if you don't mind, then please enjoy the fic :D

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It's easier this way, isn't it.

I know what you're doing, quite simple really.

Peas in a pod I said once.

Aye, and I'll say it again, we're both pirates to the very end.

So, since we're so similar an' all. Is it so surprising, that we would come to love the same thing?

You can taste him in my mouth, I know you can.

Your lips on mine are among the last thing I will feel on this earth, a bit a disappointment really.

I'd much rather have him.

But you've taken him already haven't you.

You're here, he's there, but still I can't help but think to him, "Whelp, you're more pirate then you thought."

You know what you're doing, lass, I'll give you that. I can sense the chill of iron and the steely determination that passes from you to me.

Not sorry are you? Not now, for certain yer not.

But you will be. Sorry you will be when the lad finds out. (and what I wouldn't give to be there to see his face)

And you're gone now, jumped ship, leaving 'ol Jack to face the beast on his lonesome.

You're right, the beastie? It's me he(she? it? Wonder if it has a name…mayhap we can call it 'Hector', aye?) wants, much safer for you all if you tied me to the Pearl. (Oh no, don't get me wrong, 'm proud of you 'lisabeth. Quite the pirate you turned out to be)

You say what you want Lizzie, but we both know, you and I, that there are more….personal reasons for this, eh?

Much easier then making him choose, isn't it.

Can't say I'd do the same to you, had it been you in me place.

I told you once, not so long ago, that we're the same you and I.

And among other things, you said that we were also different.

…but who possesses the moral code now, lass?

And that's the difference between you and Jack.

For one, the whelp would have never forgiven me, and two…oh wait….well, that whelp would have never forgiven me.

Take what you can, give nothing back.

Aye, you've taken Mr. Turner that's for sure.

And the Whelp's taken me heart as sure as the chest that sheltered Davy Jones' lil' thumper.

But I'll do you one better lass, because I've got no choice and I always get the last word in.

I'll give him to you.

You're not taking him, I'm giving him to you.

And confound that whole rule. ('s more like guidelines in any case, savvy?)

I'm doing the giving, and you're doing the taking, because I gave you the whelp, so therefore you're not really taking him.

Because I'm giving him.

To you that is.

Hah, and that's because I'm Captain Jack Sparrow

I won't go down chained to my ship. I'll go with a challenge on my lips, and determination on my face. (At the end of all things and such. No point trying to jump ship when the little monster'd swallow me up anyhow.)

I won't give chase to something I've given away. (rather useless to in any case, the beastie's started to poke 'oles in me ship.)

He's all yours, lass, take care of him.

Let it never be said, that Captain Jack Sparrow wasn't a generous man.

-Fin-

A/N: Comments? Critiques? I've re-edited this so many times I'd really like to hear what you all have to say. :D;;