As the ship came closer Elizabeth couldn't ignore the furious pounding her heart was doing. As she ran into port the color of the sails became clearer, and her heart threatened to burst from her chest the very moment the ship stopped.

No other pirate or otherwise had ever flown black sails as it had been made Jack's trademark. Images of the past flashed though her mind making her shiver in excitement and fear.

Was she sure of what she expected?

Did Jack remember her?

Would he hate her for her choice?

All of this ran through her mind and more as she walked down towards the shore and let the cool water wash over her feet. She could imagine Jack and his arrogant and cocky smile, his warm chocolate brown eyes that she easily got lost in. Her heart fluttered in excitement at the thought of seeing him again, but all the while she was somewhat ashamed to have feelings like this. She was a married women, pledged to William Turner lawfully and physically, therefore she no longer had the room for her thoughts to wander to other men.

Especially men of Captain Jack Sparrow's stature.

Being mentally pledged to William was flickering dimly as the thought of Jack became more dominate. She breathed in deep the salty air of the sea that surrounded her, and she realized that she did long to be on the sea again. She wasn't sure what to do, and she didn't know what to expect.

She longed to run into port and hug the life out of Jack as he stepped off of the Pearl, but the 'married' part of her brain once again took the reigns. Inner wars were all to familiar to her, but this seemed to be the strongest and she hated having the audacity to be torn over something almost trivial.

Blinking a few times to try and ward off the threat of tears she started back off to her home and mentally begged herself not to look back at the ship as it came closer.


Jack smiled to himself knowing exactly why he had come to this particular port. Knowing exactly who he had come to this particular port to see. Knowing that it had been two long years of suppressing certain desires that were forbidden to him and the lass who his desires were geared towards. His heart seemed to skip a beat as he thought of her smiling face, her welcoming arms.

He had a twinge of doubt flutter through him as he thought back to her marriage to that eunuch who was now pledged as captain of the formerly damned, newly redeemed, Flying Dutchman. What if she was solely pledged to William? He nearly turned his nose up at that preposterous thought. After all she needed a little excersize here and there to keep such a fine body like hers fit.

He also liked to entertain the idea that she herself still had feelings for him, if there ever were any. He was quite sure most of the time though. After all as he remembered during their past engagements, he had caught her gaze on more than one occasion and watched with amusement as she turned away flustered and embarrassed that she'd been caught staring.

How did dear William's other forced commitment fair for her? He knew a human being needed companionship, not just mental but more so physical, for more than just one day, every ten years. Jack grimaced involuntarily as he thought of her having to live alone, so young and so beautiful with only the idea of being with her husband.

If she was that in love with William to wait for him, and him only, then his whole reason for coming here would have been a total waste.

He surely hoped not as the desire to see Elizabeth again burned deep within him. He wondered if she knew she had such a profound effect on him that not many other women could say the same of. He also wondered if she ever thought about him, desired to see him. One did not simply forget Captain Jack Sparrow and his charm, or so he liked to think. Jumping down from the Pearl, he darted into the street and made his way through the hustling and bustling crowd unnoticed. He blended in easily, and for which he was grateful.

To slide through and blend in with these folks looking like he did, had to mean no one watched for pirates as closely as they used to. He thought it would also better his chances if he kept the pirate brand on his wrist hidden as well. He tipped his hat politely as he passed by and grinned wickedly at his own cleverness.

Many of the women around the street had striking similarities to the way Elizabeth used to dress while just known as 'The Governor's Daughter'. There was also the occasional wench, whore, or otherwise littering the streets and Jack found himself looking through the crowd just in case Elizabeth was there. He could have probably spotted her from a mile away but he didn't see her as part of him had hoped he would.

He was undoubtedly sure he would have to ask around to find her exact location but he didn't want to risk his identity just yet. He wasn't one for grand entrances, he was more for grand exits and come hell or high water, he planned on getting Elizabeth this time around.


Willpower was something Elizabeth had seemed to pick up throughout the years and she was convinced she needed it just to survive. She brushed past people, teary eyed, not stopping to glance at anyone. She'd get scents of multiple perfumes and colognes.

All of the scents together made her stomach turn. At times they were nearly indistinguishable but they were all different none the less. The only way she could distinguish between what was a woman's perfume and a man's cologne was if she looked at the person from which the certain smell was coming from.

She kept pushing forward trying to ignore the noise and smells and kept her gaze on the ground before colliding harshly with a passerby. The individual crashed to the ground in a heap and Elizabeth yelped in surprise as she fell backwards.

Embarrassed, Elizabeth attempted to scramble away, trying to avoid looking at the person she just crashed into. She didn't get a chance to mumble a meaningless apology to whoever she had run into before a disturbingly familiar masculine scent surrounded her. She turned around with her back to the individual trying to ignore the coldness that seemed to creep into her being.

"Elizabeth Turner, is tha' yeh?" Her pure soul seemed to ice over at the very moment that familiar rough voice reached her ears. What in the nine circles of hell was he doing in an upstanding port like this one? She though that Tourtuga was the nasty, dirty, port where all of the nasty, dirty, black-hearted pirates go to eat drink and be merry, not here in the east where well educated people lived.

Did she really want to turn around and face this person that she knew was before her? A person she was sure she never thought she'd see again, better yet, someone she was sure she never wanted to see again. How was it he just seemed to show up when Jack had just made port? She'd never seen nor heard him around before now, so what did this cunning bastard have up his sleeve this time?

It was a million in one chance that this man was here, where she now lived, where she was sure had fate been kinder, he wouldn't have found her here, and could have lived in blissful ignorance. And yet here he was, back in her path and life, and back in Jack's path. Now she felt like a complete dunce for walking away from port as the Pearl came in, and she wished that she had Jack nearby, now more than ever.

She turned around slowly and before her was none other than Hector Barbossa, dressed in a fine tailored suit looking nothing like his former self. Had it not been for his weather worn face and auburn curly beard, he would have been totally unrecognizable. He had an expensive looking, feathered hat upon his head that gave a little incentive from Barbossa's former taste in apparel. He grinned politely and stood straight before bowing, making Elizabeth resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"Evenin' Mrs. Turner. Yer as beautiful as ever."

This was going to turn out to be an unwanted, interesting reunion of sorts...