Elizabeth awakened slowly, with the chest tucked under her arm. The sun shined so bright in her eyes, she lifted a hand for shade from its light. She then noticed that she had tossed and turned in her sleep, for she was covered in sand and her dress had ridden up, exposing her bare leg.

Quickly she pulled the hem down, hoping no one had noticed, and then remembered no one was there to see anything. She turned and laid on her side, her back to the sun, her eyes on the chest. "Will," she spoke to it, "if only you were here. You could take my mind off of the whole Jack business." Her eyes peered behind the chest; to the horizon... there was a boat out there. A small boat, to be sure, not much bigger than a dingy. And someone was on it. He was standing up, looking quite large on his little boat. Then, she heard something behind her, frightening her. She sat up and turned around, realizing it was just a coconut that had fallen out of a tree. Her eyes moved back to the boat...the man who had been inside was gone. No, there he was. It looked like he had fallen off his boat, into the water and was now climbing back on.

It was heading towards the beach. Had she been spotted? Was the man a pirate? A soldier? An East India Trade Company ally? Well, she didn't want to find out the hard way. She grabbed her belt, strapped it around her, her sword now at her side. She grabbed the end, ready to fight. Hiding behind a nearby tree, she watched the boat move closer.

As the stranger stepped on the shore, she noticed his hand was on his sword. Had he seen her, or was it a precaution? She turned, leaned her back against the tree trunk, facing the forest. She could hear him moving behind her, with every step she could hear the sand moving under his feet. She was ready to make her move. 'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'Here we go.' She took a deep breath, pulled out her sword, and jumped from behind the tree. The stranger screamed, "AH!" as their blades crossed. Wait, he wasn't a stranger.
"Jack?"
"Elizabeth?"
She smiled, sliding her sword back on her hip. Without thinking twice, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him. "Oh Jack, it's so good to see you." Jack patted her back with his sword-free hand, and then pushed her gently off of him.
"How is Mrs. Turner doing?" He asked as if to remind her of her new title, sliding his sword back on his hip, following her. Elizabeth couldn't help but cringe at the sound of the title. Suddenly, she became aware of the dress she was wearing. It did not cover her arms, and it had a plunging neckline. Immediately, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her cleavage. Then, she noticed that Jack's eyes had not even strayed down there...so why was she so body-conscious around him?
"I'm perfectly fine, Jack." The happy greeting had faded from her voice.
"I'm surprised you aren't off gallivanting after another pirate to sail with and eventually kill."
She bowed her head, lowering her eyes. Would he never forgive her?

Jack noticed that he'd upset her. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings.
"Jack, I suppose you did not come here to throw insults at me and try to make me feel guilty?"
"Actually I wasn't planning on finding you at all. I didn't even know you were here." But he was glad to see her again. She looked so radiant now as the sun shone on her.
"Well, what did you come here for then?" Indeed, why was he here? Why had the compass led him here? It was supposed to point to the thing you wanted most. And what he wanted most was to find the Fountain of Youth, right? So why had the compass led him to... 'Bugger. Not good.' Jack thought to himself. Elizabeth. His compass had led him to Elizabeth.
"I came to...resupply my vessel." He found an excuse. Elizabeth peered over her shoulder, seeing his small boat.
"You lost the Pearl again, didn't you?" A smile spread across her lips. The lips he's been wanting to kiss again since she'd left the Black Pearl when he'd seen her last. But he knew if he had, he would not have let her leave. Plus, she was a married woman now.
"I did not lose it! I'm letting Barbossa take it for a ride and I will meet up with him later."
"Where?" She asked, with a smile still on her face and her left eyebrow slightly higher than the other.
"Somewhere! I did not come here to play Twenty Questions with a distressing damsel! Tell me something, love. Do you have the slightest idea where you are?"
"Well..." she began, dropping her arms, the smile left her face, "...no."
"So this is what has become of Pirate King Lizzie? She's been stranded, or rather, marooned on an island she is unsure of?"
"Will did not maroon me, Jack!" She shouted, hands on her hips. He cracked a small smile. He loved when she got mad.
"Well then, what would you call this, Lizzie?"
"He was trying to keep me safe."
"From what, Lizzie? Adventure, dangerous missions, the sea, all of the above? You love those things."
"No I don't."
"Oh, for God's sake, Elizabeth! You were never meant for the quiet life. To stay at home, cook meals, clean a house and raise a hundred children. You were meant to live on the sea, fight, and go on adventures with-" Jack stopped himself. He was about to say "with ME", but the image of Will flashed in his mind.
"With what, Jack? With who?"
"With...Barbossa. You two seem to always get along."
Elizabeth put a hand on her head and started to laugh. He loved when she laughed. He smiled at her, hoping she wouldn't notice. When she lifted her head up, the made the smile disappear. Her smile, too, faded and she began to look faint. Jack took notice and rushed to her side as she began to stumble. She started to tip over so he wrapped his arm around her stomach and uttered, "Forgive my arm's position, love, but I don't want you to fall over."
"Jack, I feel sick."
"Really? I thought you liked looking pale and fainting all the time."

He picked her up and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Jack," she mumbled, "You should not be carrying me like this." Jack knew he shouldn't be, but he didn't want her to faint on the coarse, hot sand...also, he liked holding her so close to him. He felt her breath on his neck. It was too much for him. It took all of his will power to not just grope and kiss her.

He laid her down under a shady palm tree, took off his hat and started fanning her with it.
"'Tis probably the sun, love. I know the sun has bothered you like this before. Unless you are just overwhelmed by my very presence."
Elizabeth giggled a little. Jack smiled at her. Then, she held her stomach, leaned to her right and threw up. She breathed heavily and a tear trickled down her cheek. Jack continued to fan her, then said, "There's no need to cry, love. Your food was gong to come out one way or another."
"It's a reflex, Jack. And automatic reaction to my throwing up."
"Oh."
"Perhaps the heat IS getting to me."
"No, I think it's that I overwhelm you with my charming good looks."
"Don't push it, Jack." She giggled, and then threw up again. Jack looked to his right and noticed the Dead Man's Chest was about three feet from him. He laid his hat on Elizabeth's lap, reached for the chest, and held it up to his face.
"Will's thump-thump still in here?" he asked, leaning his ear against it, listening to the beating.
"Of course." Elizabeth replied. She picked up his hat and began to fan herself with it.
"And I assume you are to take care of it while he's gone?"
"Yes."
"I see." At the reminder of Will and Elizabeth being married, he set down the chest and took out his rum container that he always kept on hang, and took a swig. Still fanning herself, Elizabeth smiled and asked, "Oh Jack, is there never a time when you don't have any rum with you?"
"Worst times of my life, darling." He replied, putting the container back in his jacket pocket.
"Well," Elizabeth began, handing him his hat back ,"where am I Mr. I Know Everything There Is to Know About Everything?"
Putting his hat back on his head, he smirked and replied, "Well, Mrs. Whelp, you're on an island."
"Obviously. Very funny. Honestly, where am I? And I don't appreciate you calling Will names."
"Oh right, you're married to him now, aren't you?" Jack acted as if he'd forgotten, when it actually was all he'd been thinking about sadly for the past day.
"Yes."
"Well Mrs. TURNER, I am so displeased to tell you that you're foolish husband has done another stupid thing, trying to be brave. He put you on Curdy Island. A pirate port."
"A pirate port?"
"Yes. Curdy is a least twice as wonderful as Tortuga. With twice as many saloons, with twice as much rum, with twice as many drunken, lust-filled pirates to drink it. Many of said pirates would gladly take advantage of a dolly belle like yourself."
Elizabeth blushed, then frowned. "Well, what am I to do Jack? Will left me here to guard the chest and wait until he returns."
"You can come with me."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because I was stupid enough to choose to give you're so-called 'husband' immortality over myself. So now, I'm going to try and find it in the Fountain of Youth."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"You need immortality to be with Will forever. Unless you want to grow old and die while he will stay young for eternity without you."
"All right then, Captain Sparrow. We sail at sunset, pick up a crew in Tortuga, and then we'll search for the Fountain of Youth."
"Wait, I'm the captain, I'll give the orders."
"But I'm the Pirate King."
"But it was my idea to find the Fountain of Youth."
"Fine, then."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine, we sail at sunset, pick up a crew in Tortuga, and then we'll search for the Fountain of Youth. For now, we sleep."
"What if we have any trouble with the local pirates, Oh Noble Captain Jack?"
"I'll shoot them or cut them down with my sword."
"I'll never understand how you can just kill someone without thinking twice."
"I could say the same thing about you." Jack said, regretting it immediately. Elizabeth frowned and looked like she was holding back tears. The silence soon enveloped them as they lie down and fell asleep.