OK, so I know the characterization is a little off, but how do any of us really know what Jack acts like when in love? Ever seen that in the movies? Huh? So anywho, heres chapter 2!! Yay!! Thanks to my lovely reviewers:D

Chapter Two

Jack led Elizabeth below deck and into the pantry.

"Now, Lizzie, wait here whilst I fix you some of the finest hard tack in the Caribbean." he said, walking over toward the barrels that held food and rum. He looked around at her, and seeing that she was dusting off a table, discreetly dipped his flask into the barrel of rum before grabbing a plate and loading it up with hard tack.

"Jack Sparrow…" Elizabeth began.

"Captain, love. Captain Jack Sparrow." he interrupted.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, then." she continued. "Make sure that that plate is clean." He guiltily looked down at the plate, and seeing that it was already covered in the hard tack, shrugged and walked over to the table where Elizabeth was sitting and sat down across from her.

"There ya are, love. Eat up." he said, setting the plate down on the table. Elizabeth smiled.

"Thank you, Jack." But Jack waved her thanks away.

"Just eat it." he said sternly. Elizabeth looked down at the hard tack, the lumpy, unappetizing biscuits, and felt her stomach lurch. She looked back up at Jack to see his pleading eyes.

"Please, love. Just a few bites. Then I'll leave you alone." Elizabeth looked back down at the hard tack.

"Don't we have any fruit?" she asked desperately. Jack shook his head.

"Afraid not, love. That short man, Marty, ate the last of it yesterday. We'll stop to re-supply soon, and I'll get ya some fruit. Promise. In the mean time, eat the tack." Elizabeth groaned and looked once more at the hard tack before saying, "Jack, I'm…I don't…" She couldn't figure out how to word that she actually didn't feel well. She hadn't been ill in years.

"Aye, love?" asked Jack, his eyebrows rose.

"I…nothing." she said and picked up a biscuit. She took a bite, and immediately put her hand over her mouth, gagging. In a heartbeat, Jack was at her side, taking the hard tack out of her hand, and not finding any mold or maggots, looked anxiously at Elizabeth. She was now grabbing for his flask of rum, in the pocket of his coat. He handed it to her, and rubbed her back gently as she drank.

"Lizzie…" he said.

"I'm…fine." Elizabeth panted, shaking her head. "I…just need some air." She got up slowly and walked carefully toward the stairs, Jack close behind her, watching her worriedly.

What's the matter with me? She thought to herself. I'm never sick! I haven't been sick since I was at least 14 years old. And Jack and I haven't done…that…so it's not like I'm pregnant…oh, what is wrong with me?? This is really starting to scare me…should I tell Jack? No. She answered herself immediately. He's got enough to think about without me being ill.

They had reached the deck, and Elizabeth looked around, blinking in the bright sunlight.

"Lizzie…I'll be in the cabin if ya need me." he said, looking into her eyes. Elizabeth nodded slowly, trying to clear her head. She watched Jack walk into the cabin that they shared and turned and walked towards the rail of the great ship. She leaned against it with her back to the ocean, staring up at the black sails fluttering in the wind.

It's really a very beautiful day today. She thought. I wish I felt well enough to enjoy it. She longed to climb up into the crows nest and survey the ocean from there, but she felt so dizzy, she worried she'd faint and have a very nasty fall. She took a deep breathe, trying to get rid of the dizzy feeling. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the coughing from the night before returned, worse than ever. She doubled over in pain and breathlessness, one hand over her mouth and one on her stomach. Her head swam. She tried to breathe, tried to call out to Jack, to anyone, but she couldn't. As she coughed, she became vaguely aware of people crowding around her, became aware of voices.

"Miss. Elizabeth? Are ye alright?" She distinguished Mr. Gibb's voice.

"What's up, poppet?" There was Pintel.

"Are ya okay there, missy?" Another voice, Marty's. Someone pounded her on the back. The coughing worsened. Elizabeth looked up at Mr. Gibbs, trying to breathe.

"Jack." she managed to wheeze.

"Jack?" he asked. She nodded, leaning against the rail, the coughing weakening her greatly. She pointed feebly in the direction of their cabin, coughing all the while.

"Oh, aye. Jack!" he cried, running off in the direction she was pointing.

"Cap'n! Cap'n!" he said, bursting into the room. Jack, sitting with his feet propped on the deck and his hat over his eyes, jumped and pushed his hat back up.

"Bloody hell, Gibbs." he shouted. "Don't ya know how to knock? This had better be important."

"Jack, it is, it's Miss. Elizabeth!" he said frantically. Jack's feet fell off of the desk with a thump.

"What about her?" he asked.

"Jack, she's coughing, it's horrible, ya better come quickly!" The elderly man said and ran out of the room, Jack right behind him. They burst out of the cabin and Jack looked around for Elizabeth and saw her nearly collapsing on the deck, coughing horribly. His eyes widened in fear.

"Lizzie!" he cried and ran over to her. "Lizzie? What's wrong love? What's wrong with her?" he demanded, turning to the crew. They all shook their heads, worried looks on their faces. Just then, Elizabeth did collapse, and Jack just barely caught her before she hit the hard deck. Her coughing had slowed.

"Jack…" she wheezed, looking up at him. "I don't feel well."

"I know love." he said, and picking her up, carried her to their cabin.

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