"Now what did that pillow ever do to you, love?" a voice asked. She turned to look in the direction of the voice. Standing in her doorway was the one and only Jack Sparrow. Though he and Elizabeth were constantly bickering, she was lucky to have him. Other than Will, he was the only friend she really had in this world. He had saved Will from death by helping him to stab Davy Jones's heart.
"I'm just missing Will is all."
"You know if you would come to Tortuga with me, I'm sure we could fix that." Elizabeth picked up the pillow and lobbed it at Jack's head. Years of pirating had given Jack quick reflexes, so he dodged the pillow easily. "Careful. You almost made me spill me rum." He held up a bottle for her to see. Elizabeth laughed and then turned back to the window.
"Do you ever miss him?" Elizabeth's dress rustled as Jack moved it aside so that he could sit next to her.
"Pirates don't miss anyone. Anyone. We've trained ourselves not to feel. Numbed our hearts." Rum rushed to the brim of the bottle as Jack tipped it to take a swig. Jack looked at Elizabeth's expression and realized what he had said. "Will's different love. I mean you miss him and you're a pirate. A damn good one! I'm sure he's missing you as much as you're missing him." Jack gently touched Elizabeth's knee.
"But I don't want to miss him this much!" Elizabeth crossed her arms like a child and leaned her head against the wall behind her, closing her eyes. Jack got a mischievous grin on his face.
"Maybe you don't have to." One of Elizabeth's eyes opened.
"How? By numbing my heart? I don't think I've got that part of the pirate mindset just yet."
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie. Pirates have ways of…helping that process along." From beneath his coat he pulled four bottles of rum. Elizabeth laughed.
"Do I even want to know why you walk around with that much rum?"
"Cheers, love." Jack offered a bottle to Elizabeth. Hesitantly, she took it. She gave it a sniff and recoiled at how strong it was. "None of that wimpy rum for Captain Jack Sparrow. To forgetting." The two of them clinked their bottles and then took a swig. "Ah. Good, eh?" He looked at Elizabeth. With a bit of difficulty, Elizabeth swallowed and nodded.
A few more swigs, and Elizabeth was reasonably drunk. "You are beautiful man, Captain Jack." She raised her bottle to him.
"So I've been told. So I've been told. So how's that nummin going?"
"What?"
"What?" Their eyes met and they both laughed. "You're a beautiful woman Elizabeth." Elizabeth stopped laughing. Her hazel eyes locked with his and she leaned into him. At the same moment they both took a swallow from their rum bottles and then their lips connected.