"Ahh, there ye be." Jack murmered, pulling a half empty bottle of rum from a hiding place in the captain's den. He pulled the cork out quickly and took a long drink. This bottle was one of the few that hadn't been watered down and the crew would surely hang him if they knew of it. Lucky for him it would be gone in a matter of moments and no one would ever have to find out about it.

"Jack?"

Bloody hell.

He turned around quickly - surprised to see Olivia standing at the opening of his room - looking as beautiful as ever. "What do I owe the pleasure, love? Shouldn't you be getting your rest?" Olivia just smiled and slinked towards him, closing the door behind herself as it latched.

"I couldn't sleep." She stated, matter-of-factly, before crossing the room and taking the bottle of rum from him. Jack protested for a moment, watching in disbelief as she turned the bottle up and took a hard, needed drink before placing it back in his hand. Their fingers touched suddenly - sending an electric shock between them. Olivia smiled, idly running her index finger down his chest - stopping just at the top of his pants. Their eyes met - innocent blue hues flickering something more. The lantern in the back of the room caused her eyes to glow with passion - Jack remembered that look all to well. "We should start over, Jack. As if nothing ever happened between us. A clean slate." She continued, her voice low and sexy. Jack's eyes wandered over her body - the tight corset causing her breasts to look fuller and her waist to have a bit of a woman's curve.

He swallowed hard.

"Liv, dear. You really don't know what your doing to me." He whispered, grabbing her hand as it began to move past his belt and further south. He held her there in shock, trying to figure out what her plans were and if she was even real. It hadn't been the first time something like this had happened - months at sea with a bunch of disgusting men it wasn't unlikely to fantasize about something like this - especially Olivia. "I know what I'm doing." She assured, leaning into him as she forced her mouth on his and kissed him deeply.

Jack was all but happy to return the kiss but deeper and with more pent up passion then Olivia was expecting. She pulled away from him - breathing hard and pushed him back onto the small bed, crawling on top of him quickly.

"This isn't right. Where did you learn to be so aggressive?"

She just smiled and pinned his hands back behind his head, squirming her body over his - causing a low groan of pleasure to pass his lips. "Singapore." She whispered into his ear, kissing the lobe before moving down to his neck. Another moan passed between them. "Singapore? You've never been to..." Jack opened his eyes and she was gone - vanished into thin air and he wasn't in his cabin and the rum had been a dream as well.

"Olivia?"

He pushed himself up from the small cot in Will's shop and groaned, realization of the nights activities finally flooding back into his conscious. He had went in search for a bottle of rum - finding nothing in the cellar of his ship nor in the small hiding spot in his cabin. After a quick search through the sleeping crewmen he returned to Will's house and fell asleep promptly on the cot.

It was just a dream.

"Beg your pardon?" Will asked, looking over at Jack who seemed to be dazed from whatever dream he was having. He had been mumbling something about "The Rum" and Olivia and Singapore since he fell asleep. "Nothing.." Jack muttered, shifting his weight on the uncomfortable cot.

~

"There are several newly built homes down by the shore. Little flooding there. The town is nice. Nothing like Tortuga I would imagine." Elizabeth explained, pointing towards the docs were several workers were busy building nice homes for families. Unfortunately, Olivia had no family to share a home like that with. "To big... isn't there something smaller? Something for a girl like me with no family nor wish of a husband?"

Elizabeth looked at her seriously. No wish of a husband? That's what women were for - to be wooed by a man, have babies, make families. Olivia was talking crazy. "There are several nice, single men in this town, Olivia. I'm sure any of them would love to wed you, you are a beautiful girl."

Olivia blushed at the thought but her expression quickly changed once Jack came into few - having heard their conversation. He remained quiet - which was strange for Jack Sparrow and eyed Olivia for a long moment.

"Now your to be wed? Who's the lucky man?"

Jealousy dripped from his words causing Elizabeth to giggle and run off towards William who stood in the alleyway. The thought of Olivia finding a husband so soon to arrival at Port Royal wasn't surprising but gut wrenchingly painful at the same time.

"Elizabeth and I were just talking of such things, Jack. I find it rather painful to think of another man like Daniel coming into my life." She assured quietly - watching Elizabeth wrap her arms around William and give him a small kiss on the lips. Those two were so in love it was almost sickening. "Not all men will be like that scurvy dog, love. I assure you of that."

"I'm not so sure, Jack. Seems every man in my life has turned out to be just that."

With that said, Olivia pushed past him - brushing against his chest slightly as she made her way towards Elizabeth who was waving her over. "Will and I are going to speak with the preacher, Olivia. You wouldn't mind if Jack continued our tour would you? Seems he knows his way around this isle just as well as I do." Olivia turned her head to look at Jack - who seemed calmer then normal and lost in his own thoughts.

Nothing good could come from this.

~

"Will you be happy here?" Jack asked, escorting Olivia through the town. "I mean really happy, love?"

She shrugged her bony shoulders and sighed at the thought. Of course she wasn't going to be happy, once Elizabeth was married to Will she wouldn't have the time nor the desire to befriend her and Jack, he would be gone before the last wedding bell rang. She could tell he was already starting to itch from the lack of open ocean.

"What kind of answer is that?"

"What does it matter, Jack? This is a fine town and I'm sure to find a decent man here. That's all that really matters."

More talk of Olivia finding a man to woo her and make her happy. Jack bit the inside of his jaw hard - stopping himself from blurting out things he knew were a lie. He wasn't that man she was looking for - someone to work in a blacksmith shop or at the docs like an honest man. He belonged on the water where he was free and Olivia, she deserved better then him.

Jack looked down at the ground - ashamed at the reality in his thoughts. Olivia did deserve someone better then a two bit pirate. "I wish I could be that man for you, Olivia." He whispered, catching the surprise in those crystal blue eyes of hers. She hadn't been expecting him to say that. "I've thought about it forever it seems. I would sit on that ship and ponder its advantages... adventure and freedom... but the nights were always bitter along with the rum and the company. Just a bunch of fowl mouths mongrels."

"Why are you telling me this Jack? You telling me this is not going to change the fact that you'll be gone by nightfall on the eve of Elizabeth and Will's wedding, correct?"

Jack hesitated.

"As I thought," Olivia groaned in disbelief and let go of his arm, "You are a terrible person, I hope you know that." She stated, truthfully - hurting his feelings a little as she turned from him and began walking back towards the Governors house. Surely Elizabeth was finished speaking with their preacher by now - she couldn't stand another moment with Jack Sparrow and his mind tricks.

"Olivia, please... just give me a minute."

"A minute for what, Jack? To tell me that your sorry and that I'm better off here with strangers then with you on that bloody curse of a ship? That it's bad luck for a woman to aboard a ship and sail with the captain? That it's to dangerous for the likes of me. I've heard it all before."

Jack grabbed Olivia by the arm and jerked her back towards him - glaring at her with a seriousness that overwhelmed them both. Jack was usually full of good cheer, making jokes - flirting and not having a care in the seven seas but now as they stood there with the hot sun baking down on them it was painfully obvious that he wasn't in the mood nor joking with her in any way.

"I'm in love with you, girl. You can't see it but its something powerful and real and it scares the hell out of me but I don't know what to do about it or how to make it stop. You've haunted me for ten years."

His voice was low - so soft she barely heard as his teeth ground together in frustration. Jack was angry - angry that he couldn't be all the things Olivia needed him to be, angry that she was right and he would leave her again after Elizabeth and Will wed. He didn't know how to please her.

"Make what stop?" Olivia asked, narrowing her eyes in confusion. Jack's hold on her arm was becoming stronger by the minute - the pain inside of him was nearly to much to bear anymore. It had been a bad idea to go to Tortuga. "These feelings that I have for you. It's apparent that you don't share them nor do I blame you but why are you torturing me?"

"Torturing you?"

Jack sighed. Even he knew when he wasn't making any sense. It was no use - he couldn't talk to her nor make any sense of what his feelings were towards her. He cared for her so much - the very thought of someone bringing her harm made him go red with hate but in all reality he was the only one bringing her pain now.

"You deserve someone better then me, Liv."

Olivia stared at Jack in disbelief as he exhaled and began walking towards the blacksmith shop - leaving her alone in the street with her own thoughts. It was apparent they were driving each other crazy and Port Royal just wasn't big enough for the both of them.

Olivia glanced around the beautiful room filled with white lace and silver wedding bells. Delicate streamers of white and silver cascaded down the columns at the front of the church while bouquets of flowers were arranged at each sitting for the guests. It looked like a celebration fit for a queen and Elizabeth looked stunning in her satin lace gown.

She had never seen anything so beautiful in all her life but it pained her to think that something this wonderful would never happen to her - especially with the man she had once hoped.

~

Jack Sparrow sat quietly in the back of the room - hidden by the majority of the guests - feeling rather out of place in the church setting. It seemed as though the preachers eyes were on him at all times and it caused his skin to crawl. Although you wouldn't think it by looking at him he was a God fearing man.

Will Turner had been a good friend to him in the past and he felt obligated to attend his wedding to the beautiful Ms. Swann but in all honesty he just wanted to be as far away from Port Royal as his ship would allow. Olivia Winslet would surely be the death of him if he didn't vacate the isle soon.

~

"Olivia! Olivia, dear! Miss Elizabeth desires to speak with you - it is of great importance and we must hurry."

The wedding ceremony was to begin when the large clock in the middle of the town rang twelve. They had twenty minutes.

"She's down this way." The maid assured, half pulling Olivia down the hall and into the brides chambers. Elizabeth was sitting at the vanity looking as beautiful as ever with her hair pulled back in tight curls. A circle of flowers held the long veil over the nervous expression on her face. "Olivia, one of my bridesmaids has taken ill. You are the only person I know that can fit into her dress - will you stand in for her?" She asked, her worried expression showing through the forced smile.

"Of course, Elizabeth. You've been so kind to me these past few days I would do anything to help."

With that said one of the maids grabbed her arm and jerked her towards a smaller vanity and began yanking on her hair with a comb and pick. "We'll have you dolled up and ready to wed in minutes, mam." She teased with a smile - begging Olivia's pardon as she pulled a little to hard on her golden strands.

~

Jack stood to his feet nervously as an elderly lady at the piano began to play the wedding march and the guests took their stand - turning to watch the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk into the room together before Elizabeth and the Governor. Olivia glanced towards Jack - unmistakable in the crowd with his pirates clothes and long, thick hair - meeting his eyes quickly before she returned to her task and took the arm of the groomsman that escorted her down the isle.

His dark eyes burned into her back but she restrained herself from looking his way - running her hands down the beautiful dress Elizabeth had picked out for the wedding. The fabric was smooth like silk but light and comfortable against her skin - long white lace and pink satin with a deep purple corset. The maids had fixed her hair lovely - long soft curls with small flowers here and there. She was a vision - as lovely as the bride herself. Jack wiped the drool from his lips and took in a needed breath. He was in Gods house and in the presence of the Lord - he shouldn't be having these feelings but Olivia was so tempting, like a forbidden fruit he just had to taste.

Jack sighed, thinking of anything but the beautiful woman standing just a few feet away. He finally set eyes on the lady at the piano - snarling his nose at the thought before returning his gaze to Olivia.

Somewhere between Olivia walking by him and standing at the front Elizabeth and Will had came into the picture and were murmuring to one another. A few of the women stood with their tissues to their eyes - the men staring blankly - Olivia staring at him. Jack didn't know what to do - or if he should do anything. He had tempted the devil many times before but now there was so much at stake. He didn't want to leave Port Royal with Olivia hating him and he knew he was on thin ice when it came to her anyway so he returned to his seat and looked at the rings on his hands.

"Do you, Will Turner take Elizabeth Swann to be your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health - till death do you part?"

"I do." Will croaked nervously, smiling at Elizabeth as they took each others hands. They stared lovingly into one another's eyes. "And do you, Ms. Swann take Will Turner to be your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health - till death do you part?"

Olivia and Jacks eyes met again.

"I do."

~

Elizabeth and Will had vanished to their newly built home in town to bask in one another's marital glory; leaving Olivia alone to wander the streets in her beautiful wedding gift - the bridesmaid dress. She really did look to fancy to be walking along the town without a man by her side but she hadn't much else to pick from when it came to wardrobe.

It was going to be hard living here.

The unmistakable sight of black sails against a deep blue sky caused a sigh of regret past through her lips as she turned her head in dismay. The Governor was allowing her to stay in one of the smaller houses along the shore until she found a suitable husband so she decided to make way towards shore and figure the rest out once she got there.

~

"Alright ye bunch of land lovers! We've been docked here to long! Bring up the sails full stride and get this vessel in the water!" Mr. Gibbs yelled loudly - watching as the men went their ways and began pulling ropes and swabbing decks. They were all a little to eager to get back to the sea but a few of the men still enjoyed the sights on land.

"What do we have here? A stow away? Not bad on the eyes like the last one we threw overboard." One of the large men declared, grabbing Olivia's arm with a greasy - dirty hand. He jerked her towards him and took in a deep breath of her hair - grinning a toothless grin as she cried out and jerked her arm away. "Keep your hands to yourself. I'm here to see Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Ye be the whore that's kept us from the sea all this time, aye? I have half mind to throw you overboard myself." Another pirate growled, leering towards her as she backed up into someone's chest and yelped in surprise. Perhaps boarding the Black Pearl one last time - just to say goodbye to an old friend wasn't such a good idea. Olivia turned around slowly and looked up at the man she had bumped into - thankful to see Jack staring down at her.

"Jack. I..."

"What are you doing here?"

He didn't seem happy to see her nor was there any comfort in his voice or compassion for her actions. A woman boarding a ship without the captains knowing or the act of parlay was a foolish act indeed. She really didn't know the dangers she had opened herself to just now - these men hadn't seen a woman in months - some years.

"I just wanted to say goodbye Jack. Wish you a safe voyage and see if you'll come visit if you happen upon these shores again."

She knew better then that - the look he was giving her told her that he wouldn't be back. He wasn't a man to make the same mistake twice. Jack closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed his index finger and thumb over the lids - the pain in her voice caused his stomach to ache - right in the center like a tight ball of grief. He opened his eyes after a moment and placed his hands on her arms, surprised at how cold they felt. She was still wearing the dress Elizabeth had given her after the ceremony - her hair still up in pins and flowers. Another deep shot of pain took place in his abdomen.

"That be yer piece of ass there captain or can the rest of us have a taste?"

Jack spun around quickly and drew his pistol - cocking and pointing it at the pirate who had said such a thing's head.

"If another word slips past that vile snakes tongue of yours I'll kill you where you stand." He growled, narrowing his eyes in all seriousness of the situation. The pirate muttered his apologies and took a few steps back before disappearing below the deck. The crowd that had gathered scattered quickly and they were left nearly alone on the deck besides Mr. Gibbs. Jack took Olivia by the hand and guided her towards his cabin - turning his head to the side as he passed Gibbs.

"Do not set sail until you have my word - tell the crewmen to take a walk."

"Aye, captain."