A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO! NONONO! –After seeing POTC 3-

If you don't want me to ruin the movie for you, don't read what's underlined.

JACK CAN /NOT/ END UP SINGLE! ELIZABETH CAN /NOT/ END UP WITH WILL! IT'S SPARRABETH! NOT…WILLABETH! OR WHATEVER!

-Rawr-

Well, besides that, it was a good movie. D! But I didn't expect anything les than FABULOUS.

The dining hall in the monastery was amazing. It was about half a mile long with a hundred or so fifteen-foot wooden tables with connecting benches. The tables were side-to-side horizontally so if you didn't inspect them closely, it looked like there were a hundred very long tables, side by side. There were candles every five feet so they could see what they were eating, because apparently the sun set very early where they were.

Jack was eating mutton leg. He was sitting between Elizabeth and Tia Dalma. It seemed he was always beside two women as always. It was his first meal he'd eaten at the monastery. He was devouring the mutton as though he hadn't eaten in a week.

At the front of the hall, the head monk clapped his hands and the sharp noise resounded throughout the long room. "Attention!" he yelled. Jack turned to see what he had to say. "In honor of our guests," he pointed to the table at which the Black Pearl's crew was seated, "we've invited a special guest to join us. Please welcome clergyman Philip Dias." A stout man rose from the table and was about to say something when he spotted Jack. His flushed red and he pointed a shaking index finger at him. "You!" he spat.

Jack's eyes were wide and he muttered, "Oh, no." He shot up, grabbed Elizabeth's arm, pulled her up from sitting on the bench and yelled, "C'mon, crew! We are NOT staying here any longer!"

He turned to glare at the crew, who were seated and looking rather confused. "Well what are you waiting for? Go!"

"Why?" Ragetti asked timidly.

"Don't ask why, just come on! If you can't come we're leaving you behind!" By this time the crew had all gotten up and looked like they were ready to go. Jack hoisted Elizabeth into his arms, much to her chagrin. She kicked her legs and fidgeted in his arms, making it very hard for him to run away from the approaching clergyman.

"Let me go!" she yelled. "I am perfectly competent of escaping by myself, thank you!" She jumped out of his arms, turned towards the door, and ran with Jack and the crew following close behind. "What is the matter with you?!" she asked Jack in a shrill voice.

"Let's just say that Brother Dias and I have a sort of…history with each other, love."

"Oh, heavens."

They had reached the pier where the Pearl was docked. Everyone hurried up the deck, even thought they still weren't exactly sure why they were running. "Come on now! Scurry, hustle!" Jack continued in this bossy manner until all the crew was on board. "Gibbs. If you would be so kind as to get us away from here as fast as we bloody can, that would be most appreciated." He turned and faced the crew, who were bent over and panting. "Now. Some of you may be wondering why it is that we had to make such a hasty retreat from the monkery." He sighed. "A while back I impersonated him in a church and that's all I'm going to say about the matter. It isn't something I'm proud of." He broke into a huge grin and laughed. "Yeah, it is. One of my greater feats. In confession, I told a lady to go and divorce her husband and marry a donkey 'cause 'God told me it was so'…" He stopped at the disapproving looks from Elizabeth and Tia Dalma. "Er, alright. So….so! We don't really have anywhere to go, I suppose." He turned to Gibbs. "Gibbs? Where do you want to go?"

His first mate look flustered that Jack actually wanted to know where he wanted to go. "Well, Cap'n, I'd really like to go to Tortuga an' get some rum."

"Tortuga it is!" Jack exclaimed. "I approximate we will be there in one day's time. Now, off to your duties." He waved the group away. Elizabeth smiled as she walked towards his figure leaning over the railing, grinning and watching the sun set.

"You're in a good mood," she observed.

"Yeah…it's good to remember the days when pirates could steal, pillage, and impersonate members of the Church of England at will." At this his smile faded. He sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just that…the days when pirates could steal, pillage and impersonate members of the Church…they're comin' to an end, love. The world's shrunk, what with colonizin' Ameriwhatsit and all that."

"America," Elizabeth corrected kindly.

"Whatever. It's just that pirates aren't allowed to roam around as freely as we once were. Not a good feeling, right? It's like being trapped in a cage. You always know where you're going. What happened to sailing and not knowing where you're gonna wind up? What happened to that freedom, that sovereignty? The Black Pearl's freedom, of course, but with the way we're headed, love, I think the Pearl's going to be the only sense of liberty left in this world. We, the pirates, we've got to remain our own kind. We've got to not have a ruler except the rule of our whim an' fancy. I hate havin' to report to someone. I hate being settled down. And, you know, what could be better for me than a ship? Always on the sea, the sea's always moving. It's perfect." He paused and smiled slightly. "She's a good ship, she really is. Always been with me. Always." He patted the railing, but stopped when he saw that Elizabeth had actually been listening to him. He straightened his figure and cleared his throat. "Well, uh…"

"That was beautiful, Jack." Elizabeth's deep brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. He coughed.

"I don't usually talk that much unless I've had a lot of rum."

She thought back to the time on the island. "Yeah, I guess you don't. And when you do, you generally talk about freedom."

He grinned. "Favorite subject of mine, I s'pose."

She chuckled. "Yes, I suppose." She looked at him and then headed towards the crew's quarters. "Good-night Jack."

He started to turn around, as if there were something he wanted to tell her desperately, but he'd forgotten it. "G'night Lizzie."

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