A/N: So this was an idea I had. How about reading about your favorite pairing in some of the most romantic situations in history of movies? It's not exactly like the classics but you'll see your favorite quotes and situations...

This chapter is a tribute to my other favorite pairig Rhett and Scarlet from Gone With the Wind. The OOCness is intentional, the plot doesn't follow the movie exactly...in the AU everything goes as it does in AWE but Elizabeth had to marry Jack to become pirate king. Banter and jealousy fallows.

This fic can be as long as you want it to be (depending on reviews). Each chapter features Jack and Elizabeth in a romantic situation from a famous romance classic...

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Gone with the waves

If her determination to not be afraid of him wasn't enough now she had alcohol-rum!- in her veins to help her with her resolution.

She could see clearly that he was drunk…even drunker than usual.

"You're drunk," she pointed out calmly. She could feel the rum spread in her own body and make her warm and comfortable.

He sat beside her on the stairs with a vicious smile. "'M drunk…bit drunker than usual but I plan on getting still drunker as the night goes on."

It didn't matter that she'd only married him because she'd had to. Because she'd needed to marry someone in order to became Pirate King and he was the only one in the room that didn't make her hurl.

It didn't matter that sometimes she enjoyed being married to him. She loved Will with all her heart, she'd even told Jack she wouldn't be sleeping in the same bed as him anymore because she wanted to be faithful to Will. Dear, sweet Will who wouldn't be back for another nine years.

Still, sometimes she enjoyed being married to him…this wasn't one of the times…

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed," she stated coolly and tried to get up from the stairs.

He stood in front of her and blocked her way. Letting his hands push her shoulders down until she sat.

"Don't you think I know you drink just as much as I do?" he slurred and stared her in the eye. "I see those bottles of rum missing and I smell it on you. Do you think I give a rat's ass that my wife drinks? Hell! I would be bloody disappointed if she didn't."

"Let go of me," she tried to shrug his hands off her shoulders. "I'm going—"

"You aren't going anywhere," he muttered. "You'll listen to me. I don't care that you tried to get me arrested darling."

He didn't? He didn't care, did he? Of course he didn't. Even when she did things out of anger…burnt his rum, tried to get him caught, threw him out of the cabin…

And it bothered her even more that she cared. She did care that he bedded whores in every port and never told her what adventure they were off to next. It bothered her that she enjoyed being there but most of the time he acted like she wasn't even there.

"Good. So I'll be off," she tried to get up but he pushed her back down.

"If you try to get up one more time…" he threatened. "As I was saying, I don't care how you try to backstab me. I don't even care that you won't let me touch you because of dear stupid William. Love him all you want! The two of you deserve each other."

"Do shut up Jack. I understand that your black heart knows nothing of love," she said calmly. After all, he was drunk and there was no use losing her temper now.

"Oh I know about love. I do," he mumbled. This made her turn around to look into his eyes. "I know about it from watching you every sunset, hoping for a flash of green so you can see the whelp, sending out those messages you think he might float across…"

He'd noticed? He'd even noticed the things she wasn't doing out of spite, the little things she thought were her little secrets.

"I do so appreciate the irony in your actions my dear. Giving me lectures on honor and loyalty and then trying to get the Royal Navy to kill me…"

"If you weren't so drunk and incomprehensive I could explain."

"You don't need to explain a thing. I know why…or rather who you're doing it for," he said as he let his hands creep up her neck and grip both sides of her head. "My hands," he whispered seductively. "Could rip you apart. I would do it if it took Will out of your mind but that won't do. Maybe I should put my hands right there and squish your head. That'll block him out."

The pressure of his hands on her skull scared her a bit but she didn't let it show on her face. It was easy to hide her expression in the cloudy night.

"Get your hands off me you drunken bastard," she spat.

"I've always loved your spirit darling," he smirked. "Even when you're cornered."

"You've never cornered nor frightened me in my life. I pity you as a matter of fact, you're a jealous man! Jealous of something you can't understand. Good night!"

Happy that she'd had the last word, she leaped to her feet and marched towards the cabin. Jack had caught up with her in a few seconds and pressed her against a mast.

"Jealous? I'm not so sure luv. You pine after something that can never really be yours…"he let his hands grip her waist. "And here we both are, right here, right now and so very very much alike."

All she did in response was raise her chin and look into his eyes defiantly.

"You can never be with William, you see. You'll get tired of his ridiculous sense of honor but you and I darling? We have no honor."

She trembled from his heat as she pushed him away and tried to walk away. Again, he caught up with her and spun her around.

"Not that easy Elizabeth," he whispered as he swept her into his arms. He kissed her with such passion that made her cling to him for support and left her no choice but to kiss him back.

If he let go she would fall deep into the darkness, he was the only thing that was keeping her standing.

"Every day you turn me down because you're chasing your dream of dear ol' Will and thinking of Will," he muttered. His tone was still angry. Why was he angry? Couldn't he see that she was shuddering under his touch? That she almost fainted from his kiss? That all he needed to do was tell her that he wanted her and she'd be all his?

"Well tonight, Lizzie, you're not turning me down," he swept her off her feet and carried her to the cabin while she kicked and tried to push him away.

Even if she was secretly thrilled, she wouldn't let him treat her like one of his whores. She would kick and scream and…

Her scream was muffled by a crushing kiss and so was every other scream she let out that night.

The rays of sun fell on her face as she stretched out between the comfortable sheets and opened her eyes with a smile. Her hand extended to feel the cold empty space beside her but she reminded herself quickly that he had a ship to run.

She sat upright and pulled her shirt over her head, still smiling as she hummed her favorite pirate shanty and took notice of the fact that the ship was moving again.

Finally she heard the door opening.

"Jack, where have you been?"

"We were docked in Tortuga, I was merely taking advantage of the attractions the city offers," he said in his usual playful tone but his eyes were serious as he sat beside the bed. "It's almost evening now and we're awfully close to Shipwreck Cove."

She could smell the rum on him and it was even stronger than usual. No doubt after she'd dosed off he'd spent his night in the company of rum and other things. But she didn't care…he must've enjoyed the previous night as much as she had. "You let me sleep for that long?" she said, to herself mostly.

"I came to bestow my most humblest apologies darling…I was exceptionally drunk and you were notably entrancing."

Her smile broadened. Not only had he made her feel things she didn't know she was capable of, he was also apologizing for compromising her honor in the slightest.

"Honestly Jack there is no need to…"

"No, wait," he sighed, exasperated. "I regret everything I did last night."

This managed to make her face fall. "No need to apologize Jack. Honestly, you're a pirate and I can't say I expect any more than that."

He smirked unpleasantly. "I gave this a considerable amount of thought last night…"

"While you were in some whore's arms I imagine," she interjected while she crossed her arms

"I wouldn't be in some whore's arms if ye'd..." he decided to ignore her. "As I was saying, I deliberated over the matter and I concluded tha' we've both making ourselves-and the other- deliberately discontented and that perhaps-regarding recent developments- your stay here is no longer a perceptive option," he said in one breath. This almost made her smile again. He was so incredibly Jack, racing to spit the words out with his hand gestures.

"Come again?"

He sighed. "You can go love. I ordered them to sail to Shipwreck Cove for you. Wasn't wise to invite you onboard to begin with."

"What an absurd idea!" she frowned as she threw the covers off. It was a bit of a reassurance that there was a spark in his eyes as he saw her bare legs. There was no desire in her to leave but she couldn't just tell him that.

"Absurd?"

"I'm not being thrown off your ship," she informed him as she brushed her hair with her fingers and pouted. "You can't make me leave unless I want to. I'm, uh, your wife!"

He snorted. "I'll make it my priority to annul that mistake. Happy? We won't even tell the court…you can continue being the supreme master of all those idiots."

"I don't want to leave," she finally blurted out.

Again, he flashed him a smirk and it broke her heart at how devilishly handsome and charming he looked in that instance.

"We both know you'd leave in a blink of an eye if ol' William were free. Wouldn't you?"

No, she wouldn't. She knew now that she wouldn't but she said nothing, just looked at him with a blank expression.

"Well answer me Lizzie, wouldn't you?" he demanded harshly as he stood up.

She looked away and continued brushing her hair.

"Wouldn't you?"

There was a distinct burning sensation in her throat and her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest, it was telling her to say a simple no but she knew there was no guarantee that it would fix a thing so instead she threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

"Never met a man so exceedingly vulgar as you," she screeched. "Just get out and leave me alone."

He nodded and tried to look careless. "I suppose this side trip will be of some use even if it means I have to see my poor excuse for a father. You can sit on your thrown all day and I'll go back to searching for the Fountain of Youth… "

Even if she was too proud to say anything she couldn't let it end like this, couldn't let him walk away without telling him how she felt. Hell, she didn't know how she felt. "I don't want to leave," she repeated.

"Well that's your misfortune," he tilted his head towards the window. Rays of sun shone on his face but his eyes had never been darker. "It would never have worked between us darling. We were crazy to think we could even live on the same ship."

Last night. She wanted to scream it at him. Last night! She was sure he'd felt it too.

"I'm not going to sit in a fortress all day and do nothing! Take me with you."

He shook his head and smiled. "Selfish until the end, I admire that'. We should reach the cove tomorrow. Do us a favor and try not to say a word to me on the voyage there savvy?" he ordered. "I presume this is the las' time we'll be speaking luv, because I'll be making it my priority to insure that our paths never meet again. On this ship o' otherwise. Good bye!"

At this point she searched her brain for anything that would make him stay. "But Jack, you can't just leave me there! Where will I go? What will I do?"

He was already at the door, there was a world of regret in his eyes. "Frankly my dear I don't give a damn."

She glared at him angrily. "Get out."

"You were singing a different tune last night," he teased as he went out. She could see that he really couldn't bother to care anymore, he was clearly done caring if he wanted his last words to her to be just another joke.

Furiously she grabbed the closest object, which happened to be his compass and launched it at him. "Leave me alone."

"Gladly!" she heard him say as the compass hit the closed door. Tears threatened to fall as she kicked the sheets away ,stomped towards the door frantically and fell to her knees beside it.

The compass was lying open pointing straight ahead. Pointing to what she wanted most in the world.

But it was quite all right. She had all the time in the world, a compass and a lot of wit to help her get him back. Besides, he clearly wanted her. It wouldn't be that hard.

But she was too tired now and she would start crying if she thought of it. So instead, she would take a drink of rum and read a nice book. Tomorrow she could get Jack back. She could get him before they even reached the cove.

After all tomorrow was always another day.

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