The bar she entered was smoky and dark, she'd never been there before. The bartender looked friendly, though, and that was good enough.

"What can I get for you, dear?"

"Something strong, please."

"Coming."

Five minutes later, Jack walked in the room. He was wearing sunglasses even though it was late at night. She immediately felt butterflies in her stomach and thought that maybe asking him to meet her wasn't the best call.

"Hi." He said, taking off his glasses.

She smiled at him. "Why are you wearing sunglasses at night?" She tried to relieve the tension.

"I put them on when I woke up and never took them off."

"Oh."

He sat beside her and held her hand.

"Are you ok?"

"No." She looked at him. "How could I be?"

"What about Will?"

"What about him?"

"What was his reaction?"

"The best possible, as you'd expect from William Turner." She sighed.

The bartender brought a glass of scotch. "Here you are."

"Thanks." She said, drinking it all at once.

"Easy, Lizzie, there's so much alcohol your liver can take."

"He was ok about it, you know? How can you be ok about your wife kissing another man?!"

"Wait a second, are you mad at him?"

"I'm not mad, I'm just… Confused. I didn't expect him to take this like he did."

"Will has always been the grown up of the group."

"He said something…" She started. "Something that made me think."

Jack waited.

"He said I love you."

"He did." He said, more affirming than asking. "And?"

"And I wonder how he can know more about me than myself."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I love you, Jack. I mean, I like you, I loved you once but I don't know if I do now."

"Last night-"

"Last night was different! I was alone with you, at a club, drunk and a little mad at Will. Everything was different, it's not like I'd kiss you now if I could!" She noticed she was shouting.

Jack didn't say anything for a while, then he stood up. "You know, Lizzie, you'd better figure things out, then."

He started to walk towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?" She left money on the counter and followed him. "What? You're mad at me now?"

He turned around to face her. "I came here thinking you'd finally had admitted to yourself that you still loved me and that you never stopped thinking about me from the moment I left that night two years ago. Because every single time we meet there's this sparkle, this fire that never fades and you know it, yet you refuse to admit it. You keep thinking that Will is the one for you when we both know that this isn't true. Hell, Will knows it isn't true. Why do you think he took what happened last night so well? He knows you have feelings for me. And I'm a little tired of always having to go back to my life after you're done having your inner monologues. I love you, Elizabeth Swann, I want that to be clear. But you either want to be with me or you don't."

He put his sunglasses back on and left the bar. She couldn't help but feel the tears streaming down her face once again.


After leaving the bar, she drove to the beach. Looking at the sea always calmed her and helped her think straight. There were so many things that were complicated in her life. What Jack said was true; she loved him and always had, but she also loved Will. Was that possible? To love two people at the same time? No, it wasn't. She just didn't love them the same way. And she just had to figure out which one she would follow.

She took her phone and typed "I'm sorry."

The answer came exactly seven minutes later, "Me too."

"You have no reason to be sorry, Jack."

"I shouldn't have screamed at you."

"I deserved it."

"Yeah, maybe"

"Don't ruin this."

"Where are you?"

"At the beach."

"Where are you going after you leave the beach?"

"I don't know. I don't want to go home."

"Come here."

"Jack."

"I'm not suggesting anything. But come. You're not ok."

"What's the address?"


Jack's hotel was fancy and huge. There were big glass windows on the front and a gigantic chandelier right above the reception. The lobby smelled like some flower, she wasn't sure which one. There were some people arriving, some leaving. It was probably around 10pm.

"Hi." She said when he opened the door. "Nice hotel."

"Hello, Lizzie. Come on in."

"I don't understand why you can't stay with your dad, though."

"You know how Edward Teague is. I don't like being in the middle of his routine, and neither does he. It's fine, I love staying in hotels."

She walked in the room, immediately noticing the view. "Wow."

"Breath taking, isn't it?" Jack said, but he wasn't really looking at the view.

"I can't believe I live in this city."

"When you see things from another perspective you get a whole new feel from them."

"Yeah. That applies to people to."

"I guess."

"Thanks for letting me stay here."

"Anything for you."

"Don't say that."

"I mean it." He said, taking her bag and putting it on the couch.

"I thought about what you said." She walked up to him. "I love you."

"But?"

"But I'm afraid."

"Of what?"

"I'm not sure. Of us. I love Will, too. Mostly because he's so very different from you. He's stable, he's reliable, he's predictable."

"And I'm not any of those things?"

She smiled. "Not in a million years."

"I always knew you'd marry Will someday, even when we were dating. I did want to marry you, though."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I even spoke to Will about it, a little before we broke up."

"What happened?"

"I got cold feet. I thought you might say no, a billion things that eventually broke us up."

"'Just because you love someone, doesn't mean that you are meant to be with them.'"

"Where is this from?"

"No idea. Saw on a Facebook post the other day, I guess Davy Jones posted it. Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, he was always after that girl, what was her name?"

"She had a different name… Dalma, I think."

"That's it." He started playing with her hand. "Do you think that's what happened to us? We just weren't right for each other?"

"Possibly."

"What about now?"

"I guess we're both different now. We grew up."

"We did. You're a big actress, I'm a music producer."

Then Jack's phone rang.

"It's ok, take it." Elizabeth said.

"No, it can wait."

"Who is it?"

"Not important."

Then it rang again.

"It's important to them." She said.

He took his phone on his hands and Elizabeth saw a name on the screen: Angelica.