Disclaimer: ok, i love sparrabeth, dont think it got enough screen time but really, come on. if i owned jack sparrow do you REALLY think i would be writing about him? uh, NO. ;) so just wanted to say i own next to nothing. except for sam, i own her. and i am very proud of her, she's a cool character.

Summery: ok, well, every chapter after this will be based on a song, well, not based but will have a song. this is norrington OC cause i love him and cried so hard when he died. tear and obviously J/E cause they belong together. but, so jack finds elizabetha and they get the Pearl back and sail the high seas. i go into the past a lot, memories and to explain stuff. yeah, it'll be good i promise, enjoy!

PS: beckett doesn't die in AWE. i cried there too. he was a spectacular villain. he's important later on with jack and some of his family issues...

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"Take care of this for me?" Will asked, gesturing to the chest. Elizabeth looked up and nodded at him.

"Of course." He looked at her and turned around, ready to make his way back to the Flying Dutchman. She wasn't ready for him to leave yet, however.

"Wait!"

Will turned to face her with a smile. A smile that faded as she spoke.

"Will, I can't do this. I just can't. I love you, but I don't think I can love you like this. Like what you need now." Elizabeth told him quietly, meeting his saddened gaze firmly. "You're asking too much when you know my heart is divided as it is."

Will looked at the ground, remembering a conversation they'd had after rescuing Jack.

"The sun's going to set soon." He mumbled. "Goodbye Elizabeth." He disappeared.

"Will, wait!" Elizabeth called, knowing it was useless. She saw a flash of green light at the horizon and she sighed. Turning around, she gazed uncomfortably at the chest Will had left on the beach. Grabbing one of the handles, she picked it up and made her way to the line of palm trees, away from the dangerous rising tide.

She buried it. Elizabeth buried it between two trees facing east. She didn't know what else to do. And she didn't know how to get off this island now that she was done.

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Jack Sparrow again had no idea where The Black Pearl had gotten to. This was what, the fifth or the sixth time that this had happened? Does it matter, he thought.

"Now," he said, sitting in the bottom of the tiny fishing craft he had commandeered, "Show me my heading."

He opened his compass and waited till the arrow definitely pointed in an Easterly direction.

"Take me to my Pearl." Jack muttered, bringing in some sail.

The Pearl, however, would have to wait a few weeks.

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Far, far away from the minda of our very dear, handsome captain and Elizabeth, a man woke with a groan. Pain, shooting and unrelenting was the first thing that greeted his conscious mind, soon followed by a startling memory.

"Where am I?" he asked, slurring his words. His tounge felt strangly heavy, like he hadn't used it for a while. But that's nonsense. I just spoke a few hours ago...

"Still with the living, surprising though that may seem." A kind, unkonwn voice answered him. The man opened his eyes slowly, the sunlight streaming inot the room temporarily blinding him. "You're on the island of Tortuga. Not the town, thank heavens, but unfortunatly close enough to it that you can still smell the rum from time to time." The voice continued to explain, a trace of mirth creeping into his tone. The man struggled to regain his vision, blinking profusley as the room slowly came into blurry focus. It was small, but very tidy.

"Who are you?" he asked the kind voice, still not being able to find its owner with his faulty vision. A shadow fell over his bed and the sunlight was blocked from his view. An older man, obviously of the upper reaches of society peered down at him, a smile on his face.

"The name's Ashbury. Dr. Charles Ashbury. And you're very lucky I am a doctor or you never would have made it."

The man shook his head, a trifle confused.

"What happened?" Ashbury smiled again and sat in a chair next to the man's bed.

"Well," he began, drawing the chair closer, "You washed up on the beach about three weeks ago and I found you as i was going about on my morning constitutional. I had a few of the sailors from the town bring you up here and i treated you the best I could given your condition. You slipped in and out of consciousness for a bout a week. You kept calling for someone named Sam, I couldn't calm you. Then, you just stopped waking up. I'd just about given up hope till you started groaning this morning. You've been out for nearly two weeks young man." The man looked down at his hands at the close of Ashbury's tale and asked quietly,

"Was there anything else I said about Sam?" Ashbury looked at him askance.

"No, but from the way you had to choke out the name, my guess is that Sam is short for Samantha." The man nodded. "Would you like to talk about it?" Ashbury asked.

"There isn't anything to talk about. Haven't seen her in months. She probably hates me now anyway." Ashbury chuckled.

"You young people and your strange ways of courting one another. Give her time, she'll come around." The man scoffed. He saighed and looked up at Ashbury again as the old man asked,

"So what happened to you young man? That was a nasty wound I treated." The man smiled in spite of himself.

"You wouldn't beleive me if I told you."

"Well, be that as it may, I think I at least deserve to know your name."

"My name's Norrington. James Norrington."

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"Miss Samantha, it isn't a good idea!"

A shortish young girl with long brown hair turned around sharply, green eyes flashing.

"Oh yes? You don't think it's a good idea? Well let me tell you someting Master Gibbs: I do. And this is my ship!" A stern, mocking voice spoke from behind her,

"Actually, this be my ship, seeing as though I was the one te steal it." Sam rolled her eyes and turned to face the man who had spoken.

"Well, in that case, consider it stolen back."

Barbossa laughed in that, drawn out way of his and smiled down at the girl infront of him.

"Ah, Sam, ye warm me 'eart. Always 'ave. Ever since ye bit me cause yer Daddy tole ye not te trust anyone what couldn't brush his teeth. Which is why this is gonna pain me mightily. Gents, maroon her." Sam stopped smiling.

"What?!" She exclaimed, hands going to her hips.

"I ordered ye te be marooned. Don't worry, it's a tradition in yer family te be kicked off yer own ship, leastways, yer Daddy was."

"Yes, and if I remember his stories rightly, it was you that did the kicking!"

"T'were how it happened, yeah." He said with a gallant bow. "Think of it thisaways, m'lady: now ye can go search fer yer sweetheart without all us pirates gettin in the way!"

Sam glared at him, face screwed up in fury before humphing violently and storming off. Gibbs turned to Barbossa.

"Cap'n?"

"Hmm?"

"Will we be leaving 'er with more than one shot, then?"

"I'd say that'd be the gent'man thing te do, wouldn't ye?"

"Glad te hear ya say it Cap'n."

dont know when i'll post next, i'm writing these chapters in a really weird order, but hey, with enough reviews to keep my ego warm and happy, you never know what may happen... wink wink, nudge nudge plez...? ;)