-I would like to note before reading that the majority of speech is Lizzy's flashbacks in her head at all these moments which.. believe me dearies will fit together for you in the end. Just like the one at the beginning of this chapter.-

"I..miss her."

"I'm sorry"

They were coming in little flashes to her now. How it had all happened. How everything had been a part of the greater scheme of events as she lay there whimpering like a lost child in search of their mother. Jack had never met her mother.. she had only briefly known her before.. the execution. Affairs were never heard of. Not in that day and age. Not with all the reason in the world...

She had looked up for a mere second at him then down, unable to keep his gaze with her.

"who told you.. that I did what you.. what you thought?" Her nails scratched at one another nervously. No reason or thoughts of who could could have possibly said such a thing about her. Elizabeth doubted she would ever know the answer to that question.

"I don't want to start this again Lizzy."

Where he had been perched upon the corner of the bedspread he now stood and begun to pace-stagger toward his desk, now holding the chair for support. Eyes closed trying to steady his dizzy, liquor filled body of 24 bottles the night before.

"Oh.." She rolled to face the other way, hiding her features and fears. "Right.."

There had been silence between them for some time after that. Time to remember back to something, anything that could make her happy.

Months after that faithful day of arrival at the ship, the Pearl Elizabeth was still held 'captive' there voluntarily. It seemed to to make port just hadn't came soon enough when the news from Will by letter had came. There she had stood by the sea spray a familiar breathing upon her back. "Lizzy hiding will do you no good whatsoever.. dearie. You do realise your good'ol capt'in is only looking out for your best interests now.. don't you?"

Her eyes turned from the soft foam and salted air to glance him over – heavy with the wary bags of weeks of not sleeping, on and of dazes keeping her alive. She rolled her eyes nonchalantly.

"I just thought I'd have.. heard again.. by now."

His eyebrow raised before he walked to her side and drummed fingers at the side of the ships wood. Chance had it she hadn't heard from Will Turner and wasn't going to any time soon. "Oh.. said dearly beloved has been neglecting his little luvvy'dove has ee'? Well.. I do suppose he has been having a rather busy time being ol' squid face n' all."

A laugh escaped her. The first in months.

"Theyre ye' go!" Jack smiled back at her. "The eunuch is very busy I'm sure whelpin' is way along deck with all o' those tentacles.. or ee' will be if he ain't doing what ee' should be. Savvy?" He tried to assure her in his strange little Captainish way lifting his bottle from his torn, weather beaten sash and tilted the dark liqour to his lips before breathing outward the heavy stench of rum. Elizabeth upturned her nose slightly but by now her reaction was much less then it had used to be.

"It's not that.. Jack..its.." how could she possibly tell a man like him her secrets. A man like him was heavily unpredictable.. unworthy as such but now with his smooth talked easiness she found herself beginning to divulge more then she probably should.

That was the very moment it had all started. That..tiny..spark of indignation of.. something more.

"Do tell dearie." He interrupted her with a gentle curve of a smirk forming his agile lips. His eyes fell however to her side where her hand shuffled at a pocket of the red waistcoat she bore, fiddling before a letter was brandished and he took it. "Dear Elizabeth.. dearest..love.."

"Not aloud!" Her eyes widened and searched the deck for nearby crew members however the only man she could see was Master Gibbs by the hilt of the wheel – sailing.

He read the letter.

"Oh.. bugger!" His eyes too widened before a nervous laugh escaped him trying to find his words. "Eh.. busy.. aye.. indeed.. he is.. Very busy.." Elizabeth sighed and took the letter from him only to walk away – his eyes tracing after her in wonder and sorrow for the young girl. -So, what does everyone think will has done hmm hmm? I guarantee it will NOT be what you think he's done! Reviews, please dearies? Would be appreciated.-