This should be an alternative/extended version of the island scene from The Curse of the Black Pearl. As a Sparrabeth shipper myself, that scene is one of my favorites, but I felt like a few things should be added. Ok, not just a few things. I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes, english is not my first language. I hope you enjoy reading it was much as I enjoyed writing!

She was upset, he could see that. As she was enumerating the things she thought he'd done, Jack tried not to yell at her and say that it was all a lie. He didn't know his "adventures" were so famous, and that Elizabeth was such a big fan of them.

"What are you talking about, love?"

"What do you mean 'what I'm talking about'? You've done all those things, those unbelievable things and now you don't seem to care that we're marooned here and that there's no way to leave unless you try to do something."

"And what for? Why should we leave? We have all we need here. There's rum, there's food, there's the sea, there's…" He made a gesture in her direction, "Everything's fine. Why would I want to go anywhere far from here? To let your lovely friend Norrington kill me?"

Elizabeth didn't know what to say. There was something about Jack that was different ever since they got to the island. He wasn't all smiley as the usual, and wasn't making his usual jokes about her corset. He was serious and seemed to be worried about something, maybe he was upset about something.

"Jack."

"Hm?" he said, while drinking the last drop of one of the many bottles of rum he'd found underground.

"What really happened here?"

"Happened where?"

"Here. On this island. You did not trap two sea turtles to your feet and certainly did not stay three days and three nights in the water to let them get used to your presence." She was looking at him, really trying to figure him out, but it was a tough thing to do. He had a talent to close himself up.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, darling. It's late and you had too much rum, you should probably get some sleep."

"Why won't you just say what happened, Jack? You knew about the cove full of rum, and Barbossa said something about dropping you here 'again'. I am the only one here with you, I'll probably die here with you. I have the right to know at least one thing about you that is not a despicable lie!"

After a few minutes of silence, Jack realized she was right. She was the only one there, and they would probably die in a few weeks, so there was no harm in telling her the truth. And also, she was drunk, so she probably wouldn't remember any of that by the morning.

"Alright," he stood up. "You do have a point here, Lizzie. Let's take a walk" he said, offering his arm.

The night was beautiful. The stars were really bright and all they could hear was the sea and the fire they've just made. They've been walking for almost ten minutes now.

"What then might I divulge?"

"What really happened when you first came here. The truth."

"But first, you shall tell me what you know about me. You said something about reading?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, she knew he was trying to avoid that conversation. "Well, yes. I've always been interested in pirates ever since the little incident when I was eight. Will and his medallion. Those stories fascinated me. So I began to read lots of books about piracy and tales about brave and evil men who would kill a whole crew just to get a girl," and in the most flirtatious way she could, Elizabeth looked at him, winking. It could be the rum, but she was really talkative that night, "And one day I came across one of the tails in which you were the main character."

"I had no idea people wrote about me."

"Oh, they do. I found out later that there were many other tales with you in them. And I read," now her face was really close to his "all of them."

"I feel flattered, dear." Jack said with a smirk.

She ran away and picked a twig on the ground, swinging it in the air, pretending it was a sword.

"You were so brave on those stories, Jack." She kept spinning and fighting an invisible enemy, what Jack found really amusing. "You were always so bad but so brave. You fought sea monsters, and you killed a mermaid! That's almost impossible in literature, if you don't know. Your tales were the best," she was really close again, "but you're nothing like that man on the tales, are you Jack?" She now had her arms around his neck, and as he stared at her lips, trying to figure out what she was up to, she kept looking at the stars. "Don't think I forgot about what you told me, Mr. Sparrow."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You told me you would tell me what happened here. And I…" She sat on the ground and pulled him by the arm. "Want to hear it."

"Don't you think we could do something more… Interesting while we're here?" His lips were nearly touching hers when she stood up and stepped back.

"Jack Sparrow! I think I need another bottle of rum to be able to have this conversation!" He had stood up too, and had his arms around her hips.

"Do you?" He said, kissing her.