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a/n just to save confusion, we have now gone back in time to after the second chapter :)

big thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this

Chapter four

Elizabeth just stared at Jack Sparrow as he made his, in that odd walk of his, to sit on the beach of the rum runners island. She was absolutely outraged. Of all the things that had happened to her in the last few days, this was the most frustrating. Jack Sparrow was famous for getting himself out of trouble, he had sacked nassau port with out firing a single shot for gods sake! but after being marooned on this island he had not even attempted to think of a way to get off. No, he had gone straight to the rum cellar and begun drinking himself to oblivion. Elizabeth, deep down was disappointed. Everything she had heard, was in fact a lie. The pirate in person was, in fact very different from the legend that surrounded him. But Elizabeth was not going to admit this, her internal disappointment translated into anger externally. Elizabeth stormed over to where the pirate was sitting on the beach .

"Is there any truth to the other stories then" she asked harshly.

Jack looked up from his bottle, some degree of exhaustion marred his face. "Truth" he asked, and proceeded to show Elizabeth the scars on his arms and the bullet wounds on his chest. Elizabeth was shocked, her previous anger dissolved as she saw the harsh lattice of scars and brutal bullet wounds.

"No truth at all"

Elizabeth felt bad, as Jack mumbled on about having a month or two, she wished she could have taken her words back. He was just in fact a man, and he had a huge reputation to live up to. No matter what the stories said, he had certainly suffered. Elizabeth felt defeated. There was no way they were getting off this island until a ship came by. She picked up the bottle at her feet. She sat next to Jack and half heartedly sung "Drink up me hearties, yo ho yo ho" before taking a swig.

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"WE'RE DEVILS WE'RE BALCK SHEEP WE'RE REALLY BAD EGGS, DRINK UP ME HEARTIES YO HO, YO HO YO HO A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME"

Elizabeth felt giddy. She had never drunk alcohol before and she was liking the giggly happy state she was in. Jack Sparrow grabbed her by the waist and spun her around with him. She giggled Jack was very handsome in the fire light, and his hand on her back her feel even giddier. She was surprised when she found her self on the sand next to Jack."I must be really drunk" she thought.

"When I get the pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the crew, and we'll sing it all the time" rambled Jack.

"And you will positively be the most fearsome pirates in the Spanish main" Elizabeth said quite boldly, wanting to impress the captain.

"Not just the Spanish main love he entire ocean, the entire world!"

Elizabeth giggled again. When Jack had said the word ocean, his voice had gone so deep that he almost growled the word. It had made a rumbling sound in Jacks chest that Elizabeth liked the sound of. As Jack rambled on drunkly about the pearl, Elizabeth watched him intently. His dark eyes glittered in the light. It vaguely reminded her of the dream. She watched as Jacks arm movements describing freedom became more erratic. When he paused, Elizabeth threw herself into the crook of his arm.

"Jack" Elizabeth started, as she curled up against him. She was going to mention the silly dream she had had all those months ago, thinking it would make a funny story. But when she opened her mouth, she faltered, and her breath instead of coming out as words, came out as a sigh. When she went to speak again, her words had a mind of their own."It must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island".

Elizabeth did not hear Jacks reply to this, her drunk mind could only focus on the warm feeling that echoed through her as Jack put his arm around her.

Suddenly, Elizabeth became aware of how drunk she actually was. Jack, who was extremely drunk, seemed to be putting the moves onto her. Yes Jack was very handsome, but he was a pirate. If they ever got off this island, which she planned to, and something had happened between them, her reputation would be ruined forever, and she would have no hope in marrying. But Jacks arm was very comforting and he was handsome. "Just because you had that silly dream about him, does not mean you should let him have his way with you"a sensible voice said in her head.

With that Elizabeth sat up, not knowing what on earth Jack had just she bravely said"Mr Sparrow!, Im not sure Ive had enough rum to allow that kind of talk"

"I know exactly what you mean love". Jack buried his hand in Elizabeths hair, grabbing the back of her neck. Elizabeth panicked at first, but then she saw Jack sculling the rest of his bottle. She felt some what relieved when he passed out onto the sand, releasing her neck.

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"BUT WHY IS THE RUM GONE!"

Elizabeth in one sweeping motion turned away from Jack and sat in the soft sand.

"Just you wait Captain Sparrow, give it one hour, maybe two, keep a whether eye open and you will see white sails on that horizon."

Elizabeth could see out of the corner of her eye that Jack had stormed off. She did not feel the slightest bit guilty about burning is beloved rum. She was glad to get rid of it. It had scared her how much it had clouded her judgement last night and she did not want a repeat the next night. Besides Jack was making no effort to get them off the island, which left it up to her to make the effort.

A triumphant smirk slid across Elizabeths face as she was the white sails in the distance.

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