So...I'm not exactly sure where this is going...oh well on with the second chapter...more conversation and closure than anything

Enjoy!

-Bella

I was running towards Jack when his expression stopped me. The small smile I had seen was gone from his face. He looked tired, wounded, almost haunted. His clothes were frayed and he had cuts everywhere. I didn't know what to do. I slowly reached out a hand and gently touched his hardened face. Luckily, he didn't pull away, but his expression remained unmoved.

"Oh, Jack," I whispered,

No reply.

I quickly snatched my hand away as if burned by his silence. This is Jack Sparrow we are talking about. He always has something to say...always. He just stared at me for a few moments and finally broke the silence that was chilling me to the bone.

"Nothin' but a scratch, love. Why don' ye show this dirty ol' pirate that hut of yers?"

His expression hadn't changed much, but there was a slight glimmer of the old Captian Jack Sparrow I used to know. I nodded, knowing full well I could never turn him away. I lead him up the side of the island and into the hut. I decided to save my questions for later. He appeared to be in no mood for interrogations.

We entered the house and Jack took a seat at the kitchen table. Without one word I reached up in the upper cabinet and pulled out a good sized bottle of rum. I set it down on the table for Jack. Then, once more, I reached up and pulled down yet another bottle of rum. I saw Jack smirk out of the corner of my eye. We both knew it was going to be a long night.

We sat in a comfortable silence until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Why are you here, Jack?" The question came out harsher then I meant it to. I immediately felt remorse when I saw him flinch.

" Why are ye just tryin' to get rid of me?" Jack returned. It was my turn to flinch. Surely he knew that everyday I regretted attaching him to his ship. Surely he must know that.

"You know how sorry I am, Jack."

"No, Mrs. Turner, I don't" It felt as if he just stabbed me in my heart. Mrs. Turner. Why did I feel so much regret in that title?

Because you know you could have been Mrs. Sparrow, you idiot, a voice inside my head was saying. I told it to shut up and quickly got back into the conversation. Tears were now forming in my eyes.

"Please Jack, I've already attempted to even the score. Don't make this any more difficult." I said, praying that he didn't get what I meant. He did. And his eyes widened at the realization.

"Lizzie...Lizzie, love, you didn't ..." Jack started, but I cut him off.

"Yes, Jack," I said defeated," Yes, I tried to kill myself. The night after I killed you. I was in my cabin and I saw some unused rat poison the crew uses for the ship. I put it in my rum and drank. I never thought I liked rum that much, but the thought of seeing you again keep me drinking it. I don't know whether it was a cure or blessing that Will walked in. He immediately got me help and I survived. It killed me,Jack. What I did to you was unforgivable and I know that. I live with it everyday. I just...I just loved you so much it scared me. I shouldn't love you like I do. And I know that there is no way you can possibly forgive me. I miss you, Jack. Will is my true love,yes. But you, you are my true desires. And Will he...he...Oh, God..."

I broke down. I didn't want to deal with the current events that happened only days before. I got word from the crew of the Flying Dutchman that Will had died. I kept telling myself that because he was immortal that he would come back, but I know it's not true. I sat there sobbing when I heard a raspy voice.

"Lizzie..." Jack whispered as he pulled me onto his lap. That only made me cry harder.

"I heard of yer dear William's death, love. That's why I came. I wanted to check on ye. And make a proposition of sorts."

Typical, I bear my God dammed soul to him and he comes to make a bloody proposition. He will let me in...in due time, he will let me in.

"And what proposition is that Captain?" I asked, now regaining my composure. He looked down at me and brushed a stray tear from my face. He whispered the next phrase in a way that made me shiver.

"Come with me."

I stared at him. Does this mean he forgives me? Now, since he is asking to spend more time with me, he can't hate me. Can he?

"Ye can make yer final decision in the morning."

"The morning?" I asked. I hadn't realized that we had talked the entire day and night away.

"Yes, love. Now, I'm assuming that ye only have one bedroom."

I nodded confused, and then blushed at the realization.

"I'm not opposed to sharing as long as you do nothing inappropriate." I said in the traditional Elizabeth Swann stlye.

Yet, I had as an afterthought, as long you don't do anything yet.

He nodded and I showed him the way towards the bedroom. It was a quaint room, but comfortable enough for the both of us. I laid down first and got situated. I turned my back towards him and looked out a small window placed in the wall. I felt him lay down beside me. I closed my eyes and started to drift asleep when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. I smiled and placed my hand on his.

Tonight perhaps won't be so lonely.

I smiled at this thought as I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

There you go! If you have any suggestions as to where I should take this, PLEASE let me know

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-Bella