i'm so sorry i haven't updated sooner. We're in the process of selling our home so it's been hectic around here. this chapter is short but the next one will be longer. hope you enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Same old, Same old...don't own anything :(

Chapter 3

She watched him carefully and cringed when she saw the floozy trying to get all over him. She was about to turn away, fearing the worst for what would happen next. But instead, she was taken back with shock as he ignored the wench. He was actually shooing her away! Maybe he does care. Elizabeth smiled and took a long drink of her one and only rum of the night. She watched him as he told one of his miraculous adventures to the two younger men. After a few hours of sharing stories with Gibbs and a few others, Elizabeth declined back to the Pearl.

She passed the captain's cabin on her way to her own. Memories flooded her mind as she hurried to her room. She flopped onto the bed, hoping to cry herself to sleep. For a long time, she let out all the emotions that she had built up over the last few days. Elizabeth rolled over to the candlelight and spotted the letter. She reached over and picked it up, noticing who it was from in a heartbeat. She held it to her face and closed her eyes, taking in the scents of rum and the sea. Lizzy slowly opened it, not entirely sure what to expect. For the rest of the night she read his heart's confessions over and over again.

"Where am I?" Jack wondered out loud, rubbing his eyes and cringed. His massive headache wasn't much of a good start for the day. He glanced around, realizing he was in his own bed, thankfully. The sun was barely up, so he decided to curl up and go back to sleep, dreaming of her.

Lizzy on the other hand, had only gotten a few hours of sleep. His letter had gotten to her in more ways than one. He had written things that had gotten to her. He had beaten himself down and had taken all the blame for their argument. She knew it was her fault too. Lizzy now wished that she could change the way she had handled things, but everything was set in stone now. She sighed and put the letter close to her heart and closed her eyes, hoping for a few more winks of sleep without the occasional nightmares.