Chapter one

Disclaimer: Honestly kids, I don't own any of the characters. No matter how much I wish Jack Sparrow were mine.

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Nothing ever really did occur between Captain Jack Sparrow and Miss Elizabeth Swann on that godforsaken island they were left on. What's to say nothing would have occurred, had they been stranded one more night, or two perhaps.

Still, Elizabeth often thought about that night; the flames emerging from their embers alighting their faces and providing a certain warmth, the sound of the waves crashing to meet the sand, the strong smell of rum, along with the sensation it gave her as it burned down her throat, lightening her spirit.. and the comforting feel of her head resting against Jack's shoulder.

Jack. A smile crept to her lips as she thought of him.

He swaggered when he walked and gestured wildly while making conversation. His humor, though sometimes rude, was entertaining. He smelled of strong lingering rum and the open ocean breeze. His eyes were lined with kohl and it only made his gaze the more intent. He was a definite pirate, a scallywag.

Here Elizabeth was, back home and far away from any past danger, and yet somehow she missed it all. She missed the adventure

At home she was safe, and after all she was with Will. She liked Will, no doubt about that. She just wasn't sure, not just yet, if that was what she really wanted.

Will had already confessed his love to Elizabeth, and she couldn't find herself to reciprocate. They were not engaged and had shared only a few kisses since Jack's departure. Despite all this, she couldn't help but gather an utmost secure satisfaction and pleasure from Will's kisses.

She often imagined kissing Will and it was no different than she'd thought it would be.

His lips were soft, and his kisses were gentle. His lips grazed hers in such a way that reminded Elizabeth of their history and childhood together. It was innocent and playful, there were no surprises. It was seemingly right and planned out, and it felt good. But did she want all this security?

"Will, I want to thank you for risking your life to exempt any harm from coming to me, I really appreciate it." She told him, breaking the kiss. Elizabeth kissed him once more, exhibiting her affection for him.

He smiled, her kiss affected him greatly. "Think nothing of it, it's Jack who we should all be thanking, really."

She remembered Will saying this almost two months ago, and she found herself agreeing. Pirate though he was, Jack was a good man and had helped Will in the process of saving her, after having saved her once before as well.

Jack sent Will a letter saying that he would "visit soon enough". It had been three weeks since the letter had arrived and she found herself peering at the horizon every now and then to see if she could catch a glimpse of the Black Pearl's vast sails. She anticipated Jack's arrival very much.

Although, last time he came to Port Royal, it was unexpected and very frightening indeed. He had saved her, yes, but what came after that was sudden and shocking.

After Jack had pulled Elizabeth out of the water, and her father had got to the scene along with Commodore Norrington and his men, they had found out for certain that he was a pirate.

The Commodore had held his hand out to shake Jack's in thanks for saving Elizabeth, and pulled up Jack's sleeve to reveal a 'P' for pirate.

"Had a brush with the East India Trading company, did we, pirate?"

"Hang him." Governor Swann said in reply. Elizabeth stood with a blanket placed upon her shoulders, watching the whole scene.

"Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette, fetch some irons." Norrington pulled up the sleeve higher, showing a tattoo of a sparrow in flight. "Well, well. Jack Sparrow, isn't it?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please sir."

They examined his things, which consisted of a gun with no additional shots or powder, a compass that didn't point north, and a sword with the handle made of wood. "You are, without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of." Commodore Norrington said with a sneer.

"But you have heard of me." They proceeded to clap him in irons when Elizabeth decided to speak up.

"Commodore, I really must protest." They continued to ignore her. "Pirate or not, this man saved my life!"

He still disagreed. "One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness."

"Thought it seems enough to condemn him." They had finished cuffing him. With a simple reply of "finally" from Jack, he threw his irons around Elizabeth's neck, and backed them away from the soldiers. They were about to shoot at him but the governor advised them not to.

"I knew you'd warm up to me. Commodore Norrington, my effects, please, and my hat. Commodore!" He then spoke to Elizabeth, breathing his words into her ear, making her feel uneasy. "Elizabeth, Elizabeth isn't it?"

"It's Miss Swann."

"Miss Swann, if you would be so kind." The Commodore handed her Jack's things and she turned around, surprised to see his face so close to hers. She looked at him with detestation. "Come come dear, we don't have all day." He said this as if it were a normal thing to be threatening someone. "Now, if you'd be very kind" His eyes pierced through hers, and his body was pressed oh-so-close to hers. He smirked haughtily as she roughly placed his hat atop his head, and strapped his sword on around his lower parts.

"Easy on the goods, Darling." With her hands trembling, she finished up. Her heart was pounding wildly. "Your despicable."

"Stick and stones, love. I saved you're life, you saved mine, we're square." He turned her around the face the rest of them, with his irons clasped around her neck. She was all too frightened, although excited.

Her breathing became even shallower and Jack finally said, "Gentlemen, m'lady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" And with that he released Elizabeth, pushing her into the arms of the soldiers. She watched in awe as he incredulously managed to escape. She had been threatened by a fugitive. A pirate, and she basked in the risky pleasure of it all.

He was the only person who had made her feel like that at such close proximity. She had been that close to Will many times, and even closer. Still, he had not affected her in the way that Jack had. It was different. She didn't feel safe, she felt vulnerable. And she liked that vulnerability, it was thrilling, and it caused a commotion to her senses. He was precarious and eccentric and she couldn't get enough of it. She longed for it, fantasized about it, and Jack had it.

She was attracted to danger. Her whole life she'd had all the security she could ever need, and yet she longed to be close to that hazardous, impure, and rampant man

She snapped out of her thoughts. I need to leave behind these unclean thoughts; Will is whom I should be thinking about.

She was a decent and respectable woman; so virtuous that she would ignore all thoughts about that certain pirate, from then on.

Or at least she would try.

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