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Chapter One- In Which William Turner's Beloved Learns her Boyfriend has Bad Taste in Boats (And Captain Jack Sparrow miraculously gets everything he wishes for *wink wink*)

Who or what can match the power and might of the Caribbean? Definitely not the HMS Abberline, which was itself being commandeered by the fierce waves of the salty sea.

Standing against the railing of the once proud ship, Elizabeth Swann faced the storm with grim determination.

"Is that all you can throw at us?" she growled menacingly. The crew around her was hastily throwing things back at the sea, anything they could afford. Barrels, beds, even large kegs of rum. Nothing was valued, lest that single item was to be their downfall. Lifeboats were sparse, but at the ready, just in case the ship broke apart.

Will had promised this ship was hardy and seaworthy she sighed So much for trusting his judgement. This supposedly "top of the line" boat was supposed to have taken her back to England, where Will was waiting, with a new job, a house, and, her heart lurched, a wedding ring. Everything he had been working for all these months. It might all be lost to her, just because of an error on his judgement.

"Miss Swann!" The captain appeared at her side, guiding her towards the boats. "The ship is about to sink, please make your way into a boat. There isn't much time before we go down!"

Suddenly, the mast upheaved itself onto the deck, knocking Elizabeth to the floor, unconscious. The captain staggered forward, and gently laid her in one of the boats, and with the help of a mate, lowered her into the swirling sea.

As she fell to the mercy of the depths, she missed the final fall of the HMS Abberline. She was not awake to witness its splendid demise into the freezing saline water. The proud sacrifice of its brave crew was to be lost from all human memory, witnessed by no one.

Slowly, ever slowly, she drifted away from the home she was supposed to go. The waves calmed, as if a predestined due had been paid, and softly tossed Elizabeth Swann back to the home and life she had left behind.

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Jack Sparrow had never been without rum for this long. Sure, this island was full of exotic fruits, and clear, running springs of cold, fresh water, but what was all of that compared to a lukewarm bottle of the pirates favourite liquor?

"They couldn't have marooned me in a better place, " he grunted sarcastically. But then again, he thought, Wasn't it the rum that had gotten him marooned in the first place?

Indeed it was. A few nights ago, Ana Maria was having a fuss, about the sails, or something like that. Women are always so disagreeable. Gibbs might have been right about it being bad luck to have them aboard. It had sure been bad luck for him. Anyhow, she was raving about something unimportant when he found her. He himself had just had a few jugs, and was feeling rather merry at the moment.

Did I kiss her? He wondered, I must have. Shuddering, he remembered her egging on the crew about how he was a lousy leader, because of how drunk he always got. Naturally, they were all plastered themselves, and agreed whole-heartedly to throw him overboard. Chaos ensued, with everyone trying to find him. He had been in his cabin at the time, partly changing, and partly hiding from the wrath of Ana Maria, when a dozen hosed scalawags burst into his room. In the confusion, he was dumped on the island half-naked, with no musket, and no rum.

"Hold it, " he muttered to himself. "Are me eyes deceiving me or is that…?" His eyes were drawn to the large keg floating towards his island, pushed by the waves. A few more seconds, and it came into shore to lie at his feet. He cautiously uncorked it, and took a sniff.

"RUM!"

He scanned the horizon, and sure enough, there were more barrels, and crates, and even the remains of a rowboat, all being pulled towards him by the current. Heaven on Earth! Now all he needed was women!

Or did he not also have that as well? Jack's eagle eyes caught sight of something floating on the surface. Oh Good God, is that a BODY? Indeed it was, and a women's body at that!

Off came the sword, and the boots, and as quick as you could say "pieces of eight" he was in the water. Grabbing the women by her feet, he towed her towards the island. Luckily, she was small, and scantily clad. Heaving her onto the island, he wrung himself out, and pulled her hair out of her face. Gasping unbelievingly, he looked upon a visage that still plagued his dreams every night.

"Elizabeth."

A/N There ends the last (short *sigh*) chappie of my first ever PotC Fanfic, but as long as you review, its certain to not be my last! Flames welcomed! Reviews with no words welcomed! And yes, even normal sane person reviews are accepted too! I'm not too picky!