Elizabeth followed the pirates into the jungle cutting off their path. With a triumphant smile, Elizabeth went to draw the sword from her belt when she realized Will had taken it. Bollocks. Slowly, Elizabeth began to back away recognizing Pintel's sinister smile.

"'Ello, Poppet," Pintel said.

As they stepped closer to her, all three of them paused hearing the roars of ghastly pirates. Through the trees, they saw fish looking pirates storm the beach. It was Davy Jones' crew.

"Time to go."

Pintel and Ragetti pick up the chest and followed Elizabeth through the jungle to escape the cursed crew.

As they ran through the jungle a bizarre sight grabbed their attention and they paused to watch a wooden mill wheel roll past them, followed by Jack chasing after it as fast as he could.

From behind, they heard Davy Jones' crew chop through the jungle which brought the three back into reality.

Pintel and Ragetti passed off their swords to Elizabeth leaving her stuck to defend them against the sorry crewmen.

Elizabeth blocked an oncoming attack with the swords and kicked the pirate into the stomach before retreating with Pintel and Ragetti.

As the three sprinted towards the longboat, they tossed the swords to one another to fight off Davy Jones' crew.

Nearing the longboat, Elizabeth was more than surprised to see Jack, Will, and James running towards the boat with the cursed crew in tow.

Pintel and Ragetti toss the chest into the longboat and pushed it into the water as Elizabeth and the men fought off the enemy crew.

Using the oars as a weapon of defence, Ragetti winced when the oar accidentally smacked Will in the back of the head. Like a log Will feel straight to the ground unconscious.

"Will," Elizabeth said with worry.

"Leave him lie unless ye're goin' to use him to hit things with!" Jack said to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded and aimed her sword at the crew that now surrounded them.

"We're not getting out of this," Elizabeth said.

James turned his eyes from Jack to Elizabeth and swallowed making a moment's decision. "Not with the chest. Into the boat," James ordered.

"You're mad," Elizabeth said.

Giving her a small smile he said, "Don't wait for me."

The four pirates watched James run back into the jungle carrying the chest with the surrounding crewmen chasing after him.

"I say we respect his final wish," Jack said taking Elizabeth's hand to help her into the boat.

"Aye!" Pintel and Ragetti tossed Will's unconscious body into the longboat and made haste towards the Black Pearl awaiting them in the distance.


A momentary calm settled in the longboat.

Elizabeth stared out to the island fearful of James Norrington's fate.

Sitting beside her, Jack placed his hand on her knee and whispered, "Everythin's goin' to be fine, luv."

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder to Will's unconscious body and felt sorrow wash over her. "I don't know if it will be." She whispered.

Jack hated the feeling of uncertainty. He hated witnessing her kissing another man and wondering if she'll leave him and go back to Will. He hated that he was unable to read her thoughts, it was so easy before, now, Jack was at a loss. "Are ye havin' some… Do you regret—"

Elizabeth had not let him finish his question when she turned her eyes to his and slyly wrapped her arm around his. "No. I have no regrets." She glanced back to see that Pintel and Ragetti had their backs to them and they were lost in a discussion as they rowed back to the Black Pearl.

Elizabeth shifted her gaze back to Jack, who had been watching her carefully, she ran her fingers over his breaded chin and leaned forward, gently brushing her lips against his.

Laying on his back behind the pair, Will's eye's slowly fluttered opened. The bright sunlight blinded his dizzy vision. He squinted trying to focus his sight. The image of Elizabeth pressing her mouth against Jack's was hard to distinguish from Will's disoriented vision. He closed his eyes and his head fell back passed out.

Slowly, Elizabeth broke her gentle kiss and opened her eyes, "See? No regrets."

A small smile tugged at his lips, Jack started to lean forward to close the small gap between them when the large shadow of his beloved ship cast over them. "Oh, good, we're back." He smiled.

Black Pearl

As the group in the longboat stepped onto the ship, Elizabeth turned to Pintel and Ragetti, who was holding Will by his arms and legs.

"Bring Mister Turner below decks. Let 'im sleep it off." Jack ordered as he walked across the deck holding the glass jar of dirt and disappeared behind the Captain's cabin door.

Elizabeth shifted her gaze from Jack's direction and followed the pirates holding Will down below decks.

Night

Jack stood at the helm with the spyglass in hand in search of the Flying Dutchman but it was too dark to spot any shadow of a ship.

Closing the spyglass in hand, Jack turned his gaze up above. It seemed very dark in the universe had lit the black sky.

He felt a tugging feeling in the pit of his stomach which drew Jack's attention elsewhere. His eyes dropped to spot Elizabeth leaning up against the side rail on her elbows, also looking up at the starry sky.

"Master Gibbs, man the helm," Jack said never tearing his eyes from Elizabeth standing at the side rail. Gibbs, who had already been steering the ship nodded and watched Jack go to the steps when the pirate Captain made a short pause. "Oh, if a ship with no sails miraculously comes out from the water… It's Jones. Wake me."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n," Gibbs said watching the Captain. It took a keen eye and someone who knew Jack Sparrow quite well to realize there was a change in him. Yes, he was still his eccentric pirate self but there was something different.

Gibbs watched Jack approach Elizabeth from behind. That's nothin' new; Jack has always fancied the lass. His blue eyes narrowed over Jack, finding his close proximity to the Governor's daughter almost scandalous. Elizabeth turned her chin towards the unusual Captain.

With a smirk, Gibbs excepted Elizabeth to slap her hand clean across Jack's face to whatever he had been whispering into her ear. But much to his surprise, Elizabeth's hand cupped Jack's cheek for a moment before dropping it to his hand.

I didn't see that one comin'. Gibbs watched the pair move away from the side rail and into the shadows, presumably into the Captain's cabin. Gibbs cleared his throat and refocused his attentions out to the open sea, pretending he hadn't witnessed whatever he had just witnessed. Jack will tell me when he's good and ready. He told himself, confident in his camaraderie with Jack.

Captain's Cabin

Strategically placing wax candlesticks all around the cabin giving it a gentle yellow glow, Jack eyed the match between his index finger and thumb. He took a deep breath, gathering his emotions then blew the flame out.

He turned to Elizabeth standing in the middle of the cabin. A small smile crossed his lips finding her utterly beautiful in the dim light. Easily masking his nerves, Jack glided across the cabin in his usual swagger and reached up to the top of her head and removed the black tricorn hat. He tossed it aside on top of the desk where their marriage parchment certificate still laid.

"You do realize your behaviour today was appalling?" Elizabeth broke the silence.

Jack's smile widened as he unbuckled the leather strap across her chest, which held the compass and a sword. He dropped it to the ground and began to unbutton the maroon buttons of her waist vest. "Is that right, dearie?" Jack took no offence to her words. "I thought I was givin' ye honour."

Elizabeth let out a sarcastic laugh, "By having a galavanting sword fight with my fiancé's?"

"Ex-fiancé's, luv," Jack pointedly corrected.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes pretending to be completely unfazed by Jack unbuttoning her waist vest or the heat that shot through her entire body when he pushed it off of her shoulders. "You behaved childishly."

Jack lifted his eyes to her face and smirked, "I behaved accordingly. Yer gentlemanly suitors tried to take somethin' that was important to me, pet… and it wasn't you. I'd never give 'em the chance to look in yer direction."

"How noble of you," Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Care to explain your reasonings, darling?" Sarcasm seeped through Elizabeth's words.

"I rather not—at least not now," Jack told her with honesty. He bunched her off-white shirt at her sides and lifted it untucked from her dark brown breeches. "I have more… pressing matters at hand."

Elizabeth dropped her act of irritation and softly smile seduced by his slow movements and hypnotizing dark eyes. "Is that so? What is so pressing now that cannot be dealt with later?"

"Satisfyin' me Missus," Jack whispered into her ear and kissed her neck. Her skin tasted like the sea and yet smelled of roses. "I've got to seal the deal… so to speak." His hands snuck underneath her long shirt.

Elizabeth gasped feeling his cool hands touch her warm bare skin. Her hands went to his biceps and travelled up his shoulders then over his chest. Her fingers began to unhook the belt across his chest, carrying his sword, then untied the sash knot around his waist, and finally the secondary belt around his waist. Uncaringly, Elizabeth let his 'effects' fall to the floor with a plop.

"Is this your way of persuading me to forget that you had not only lied to me, but put everyone in danger for your own personal gain?" Elizabeth drawing her face back, stopping Jack from catching her lips.

"I never said I was an honest man, Lizzie-luv."

"Then what kind of man are you, Captain Sparrow?"

Jack's smile crept wider across his face, flashing his golden teeth. He lifted his eyes from her pouting lips to her face and said, "I am a man, who, by no fault 'is own—and on the very rare occasion somehow has gotten very, very lucky."

Elizabeth expression softened and the tips of her fingers touched the side of his tanned face. "Oh, Jack,"

"And may I say, Missus Sparrow, I've been right about somethin',"

Narrowing her eyes at him, somewhat suspiciously, "And that is?"

Catching her off-guard, Jack lifted her shirt above her head and tossed it away. His steady gaze never left hers, though now she was unclothed from the waist up. "It should be a dress or nothin' at all." Jack's hands hugged her back, pressing her bare chest against his.

Elizabeth smiled and closed the small space between their lips with a passionate kiss. Instantly falling into the feverish kiss, Jack's tongue licked her lips asking for entry, which Elizabeth happily obliged.

Their tongues duelled for dominance and the desire to feel each other, skin to skin became almost desperate.

Letting her mind go at ease and ignoring the nerves of her soon departure of her virtue, Elizabeth's body responded as a woman with experience. Her hands went around his waist, grabbing the material of his shirt to untuck it from his breeches.

Jack grinned against her mouth as he threw off his well-worn vest and lifted the shirt over his head. He sighed into her mouth feeling her breasts pressing into his chest. Good lord, she's so soft… so perfect… Jack's mind raced trying to memorize every detail of Elizabeth's body and the sound of her breaths when he touched her.

Their fingers went to the buttons of their breeches and almost tore through its bindings then kicked off their boots.

The sound of Elizabeth's laughter as they tripped over the boots they had just kicked off sent Jack into a tailspin. Never in his life had he heard a sound so majestic than her laughter. In response, Jack held her against his nude body and grinned against her mouth.

Together they fell onto the feathered bed, never breaking their impassioned kiss. Jack rolled over top of his new wife and settled between her knees. Gently, Jack broke the kiss but did not stray too far. His dark eyes focused on her beautiful face and watched her open her own eyes giving him a tender soft smile.

Ye don't deserve an angel like 'er, mate. Jack could not disagree with the voice in his mind. She's too bloody perfect for a belligerent fool like ye. Again, Jack could not disagree. But look at her eyes. Jack memorize the gentle expression in her almond-shaped eyes. He leaned into her touch against his cheek. Her eyes are too bloody beautiful and they're lookin' at you, mate. Just you.

Slowly, Jack leaned forward, and brushed his lips against hers softly, changing the passionate pace from their last kiss. He was never good with words when trying to express his true emotions, as a boy watching his father, who also suffered from the same curse, Jack was taught to speak with actions. In his kiss, he hoped Elizabeth was able to translate his nonverbal words into his true and un-acquitted feelings for her, which were warm, tender, and devoted.

Her hand that was on his cheek slid around the back of his neck, under his dreadlocked braids. Her head lifted slightly off of the feathered pillow, deepening the kiss as if she understood him perfect… and she did.