Disclaimer: The characters that take part in this story are not mine, sadly.

Note: Hey. I actually had this as just one long story but decided to separate it into smaller sections. And in case if you were wondering, the corset was a part of the dress so Elizabeth was able to take it off. I also made the fort unguarded so that I could use it in this story. Let's just say the soldiers were fighting off seas or that there are very few of them guarding the fort.

Enjoy and hopefully review please.

Reliving the Moment

Chapter 1 No Turning Back

Elizabeth stood at the brink of the fort's walls, staring at the clear blue waters of the Caribbean. Her white veil was askew and trailed across the back of her honey-brown hair as the warm wind blew gently across the bay. The bloody corset lay tossed on the bare dark stones of the abandoned fort. England had turned its sights on fighting the remnants of pirates, decreasing the number of soldiers on its territories.

Standing now, Elizabeth was free, free as any proper lady of her status could be, though undoubtedly at a painful cost that she just didn't know if she could bear any longer.

A stray tear graced her face that she quickly wiped away. She didn't want to cry about what she had just done. It was so selfish of her to do it, yet she knew she couldn't have gone through with the marriage even if she had wanted to. "Oh Will," she thought. "I'm so sorry for the pain I have ever caused you. I didn't mean to. I don't deserve you or your love, especially for what I have done to you. "

She just couldn't take it anymore. Settling down, becoming the wife of a blacksmith. That was not what she really wanted. She had felt torn between her love for Will and the freedom that she desired. And then there was the situation with Jack…

Well now there was nothing for her to do. She had run away from marriage, from a life with Will. Leaving him was the hardest thing she ever did. She just hoped that Will would find happiness…regrettably with someone else.

"Now what would a young lass like yourself be doing up here?"

That voice. She knew that voice. It was the voice that commanded the greatest ship in the Caribbean. It was the voice of the man she deemed the most despicable person she had ever met, yet also curious of. The voice was always in her mind, bugging her to insanity, ever since it had asked her to persuade it…

"Hello Jack," she coolly responded, still keeping her eyes toward the bay.

"Thought you would be here 'Lizbeth, pet, seeing that it was where you were before I committed the selfless act of rescuing you from your graceful descent into the bay, " he chuckled. Seeing the corset that Elizabeth had taken off only a few feet away, he continued, "Not that you need any of my expert assistance this time."

Elizabeth frowned at his words yet still did not turn. "I did not come up here for me to be saved by a selfish, rum-soaked pirate," she tried to say scornfully yet ended up sounding hoarse and forced.

Jack noted this and approached her slowly. He cleared his throat. "I stopped by to see how you and young William were…although it seems like there was a falling out between you two. Maybe I could fix that though, at least for one of you…"

Elizabeth felt Jack's presence behind her, far too close for comfort. She turned to tell him that Norrington would catch him if he remained here, yet instead found herself mere inches away from the pirate, staring into his strikingly bright eyes lined with dark kohl.

"You look lovely in your wedding dress," said Jack. "Although as I have said many times before that I prefer nothing at all."

SLAP. "You dreadful, despicable Pirate," she shrieked. "It was stupid of me to think that for a moment you were at least considerate of my feelings." She started to leave Jack, who was still feeling the intense pain in his cheek.

"Oi," Jack said, rubbing his cheek with one hand while using the other to keep Elizabeth from fleeing, not that she could anyway with her heavy wedding dress.

"Let me go Jack. Let me go this instant.," cried Elizabeth.

"Now missy don't take that tone with me," replied Jack, tightening his grip ever more on her and bringing her towards her so that she could face him. "I didn't come here to offend you luv," he grunted as she stabbed the heel of her shoe into his boots.

And just as she had started fighting him, she stopped, completely breaking down. Jack held her and waited for her gasps to stop. Then he spoke.

"Elizabeth," he started.

Elizabeth continued to stare at the intricate stitching of her beautiful wedding dress. She could never do such fine work. Now she'll probably never learn. Tears continued to pour down her face.

Jack continued. "Now we both know that you are an unhappy lass, seeing that you are here up on the walls of this fort instead of walking up the aisle with everyone seeing how gorgeous you are in your wedding gown," he said observantly. "You left poor Will at the alter all because of your selfish desires…because you're a pirate."

Elizabeth shivered at the word she knew to be true.

When seeing that Elizabeth wasn't even attempting to hit him, Jack asked, "Per'aps you wish to relive the old days, luv?, when you and I first met?". He then suddenly stood up leaving Elizabeth on the ground, bewildered. Slowly he went to the edge of the fort and looked down at the crashing waves below.

On Elizabeth's face there was a sign of puzzlement. "Jack?" she said.

Jack turned around with a sly smile on his face. "Do you wish to relive the good times luv?" he asked her once more.

"What are you implying Jack?" she inquired suspiciously. "If you're planning something completely idiotic I will have no part in it," she pronounced primly.

"On the contrary luv, I believe this one to be one of my most ingenious plans," he said.

"Really?" said Elizabeth skeptically.