Once Elizabeth got down to the kitchen she immediately regretted offering to make lunch – the kitchen was horrendous. "This is going to be a long afternoon," Elizabeth said to herself as she got to cleaning, humming a soft song about the sea to distract herself from thinking of why she was here in the first place.

"Wake up, sleepy head."

Jack opened one blurry eye to see an unnervingly pretty pirate lad hovering above him. As his eyes focused, he remembered where he was and that the vision above him was no lad (thank the starry heavens).

"Hungry?" Elizabeth asked, a vague smile pulling at the sides of her full mouth as she saw his disorientation. He was very handsome when he was confused.

He stretched and then cast a wary glance around. "What time is it?"

She had no watch, so she leant down to gaze at the sun as it began to descend westward. "About four I think. The boys still haven't come back yet."

Jack's eyes widened, looking comically appalled. "The crew dear, the crew hasn't come back yet."

"Sorry Captain," Elizabeth teased sarcastically as she rested his bowl of . . . well, grub on his desk, on top of his various maps and coordinates. She read a few notations that were scrawled on the papers, in a hand so unique she knew it was Jack's. She was a little ashamed; she had assumed he wasn't able to read or write. Thankfully, her back was turned to him and her thoughts concealed.

"It took you four hours to cook lunch?" Jack asked, looking alarmed, the time just now registering with him.

She faced him, smiling. "Oh, I've had quite an adventure today as my protector laid here and slept." She wasn't at all angry with him but she was in a teasing mood.

He put his hands behind his head. "You could have woken me back up with another kiss," he teased back.

At that her face went from confused to shock, embarrassment and finally, cold. She lifted her chin high, "if you would like to eat captain I will be out on the deck with dinner." With that she stormed out, taking his food with her. It seemed she was forcing him to eat with her. Just like a woman - to make you think you have a choice when you do not.

He took on a pouty face and then decided to join her, he was starving. He found her on the steps that lead up to the stern. She was already eating her food and his plate was on the step next to her along with a bottle of rum. She wouldn't look up at him, even as he stood next to her, his shadow covering her. She was very adapt at pretending he wasn't there, no matter how imposing he tried to be.

He sat down and took the bottle and motioned to her with it, urging her to take it; the pirates' equivalent of a peace offering.

"No thank you, I found some wine in the kitchen while I was cleaning." She declined curtly.

"You cleaned the kitchen?" Jack exclaimed in utter shock, his mind conjuring up the memory of what the kitchen looked like the last time he'd ventured down there.

"Yes, you asked me what took me so long. I cleaned the kitchen, made us lunch - even though now it is more like dinner - started a stew for the rest of the crew and. . .went down and talked to Will for a while," she said with her head still down, stabbing at her vegetables without enthusiasm.

"Oh, Elizabeth you shouldn't…"

"It's fine Jack. They already laid him in the casket."

"Oh."

They sat in silence for a while longer. "You are a good cook, this chicken is delicious," Jack commented, waving his hand about airily as a way of lightening the mood.

She didn't respond or even spare him and his wild gestures a side glance. He picked a carrot from his bowl with his dirty fingertips and popped it into his mouth, finally settling his elbows on his knees and accepting her silence.

"I just kissed you because you took care of me," Elizabeth said suddenly with that edge to her voice.

He squinted at her. "No you didn't." Jack said a matter a factly. That got her attention; she turned and looked at him. "You did it because you wanted to. Can't blame you love, no one can resist the great Captain Jack Sparrow." He gestured to himself grandly in a look-at-me twirl of his wrist. She held back a smile and stared back at her bowl.

Suddenly, goose bumps rose along her neck and face. At first she thought she had had too much of her wine but it then dawned on her that as he was talking Jack had slowly moved his head closer to hers. She turned and came face to face with the very dirty, but very attractive Captain.

"Even though I must say no one as beautiful and classy has ever kissed me before." He continued. He meant that but he wasn't planning on saying it, must be the lack of rum in his system. But there was no going back now and as seeing how Elizabeth hadn't moved her head away from his he was glad he had said it.

Honestly, she wanted to move away but couldn't seem to. Not that she didn't think he said these things to every woman he met, but there seemed to be a earnestness to his voice that made her want to believe what he was saying, as was the effect he had on most people. As their lips were about to meet two things happened at the same time: Elizabeth remembered Will and swiveled her face from his with neck-cracking speed, and one of the crew, who had been sent ahead of the others to report that they had found the men they were looking for, was in front of them and hastily informing the Captain that they were returning with them to the boat.

In his frustration at being interrupted, Jack's hand went instinctively to his gun until he realized what the sailor had just told him.