~*A/N: To those of you who are not Elizabeth/Jack fans, you might want to stop reading my story now and save yourself the trouble of reading further chapters. This is going to be an Elizabeth/Jack pairing, sorry to say. I realize that I'll probably get flamed but let me tell you my reasons for this. I never liked Will's character very much. Yes he's obsessed with Elizabeth, but he seems like the type that would do anything to please her dear old daddy. She on the other hand is adventurous and spirited, though suppressed at times. She said at the end of the movie that Will was a pirate, but through out most of the movie, he tried so hard to convince himself that his father wasn't a pirate, and that he wasn't either. He obviously likes the finer things in life; you saw the hat. Elizabeth seems like the type that wants adventure and a change in scenery, and Jack is just the man to give it to her; with a few extra things to give as well. So there you have it: If you want to go read a more boring PotC fic, where everything is hunky dory and nothing is made difficult or interesting in the plot, go ahead. But this is where my fic is going. Read if you like it, trust me it's going to get a lot better.*~

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Changes in the Wind

Chapter 6: Friendly Advice from Uncle Jack

"Well that was fun now wasn't it?" Jack said, throwing the wig into the water as the ship sails dropped and started to catch the wind. Elizabeth and Will smiled broadly as he strutted around and admired the deck and crew.

"It's good to have him back again." Will said, grinning broadly as he went up to the quarter deck and talked briefly with the first mate.

"Ms. Swan, my affects?" Jack asked, stripping out of his red and blue jacket and chucking them into the ocean, along with his heels and knee high stockings.

"Down in the forecastle; they're all set up on one of the bunks." She said, still smiling as she led him to the main hatch.

"Won't you join me for a spot of rum after I get changed?" Jack asked, taking a few steps down the stairs.

"Mr. Sparrow, it's not even noon yet." Elizabeth said, shaking her head as Jack peered innocently up at her.

"So? What else is there to do on this bloody ship? And is it really that hard for you to call me Captain Sparrow?" he asked, sulking his shoulders in aggravation.

"We can play bridge, and you're not the captain on this ship." Elizabeth said, closing the hatch door as Jack went to say something more.

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"Infernal girl…" Jack groused to himself as he stumbled down the rest of the dark steps, barely able to see the nose on his face. He got down to the bottom and looked to his left; bunk beds. He looked to his right; a few doors and more stairs. He smirked to himself and went right, checking to doors before going down more stairs. The end of the stairs met Jack with a small steamy kitchen. And there it was, across from the coal burning stove was one of the most beautiful sights Jack had ever scene; the wine cellar door. He ambled merrily across the room and into the cellar, rubbing his hands together greedily as he salivated over the selection. It took him a good five minutes to choose two bottles for himself, telling the others that he'd be back later and not to feel left out. He then made his way back up the stairs and to the forecastle.

            It was one big room, the forecastle, with about twenty or so oak bunk beds with straw mattresses and goose feathered pillows. Much more accommodating then the hammocks on the Pearl… He looked about for his sparse belongings; not taking too long considering his was only a pile while the others had trunks and khaki bags for their things. Hurrah; he had top bunk! He shambled up onto his bed, gave it a bit of a test jostle, and started to change back into his trousers and tunic. He strapped on his boots and hid his rum under the mattress just as someone made their way down the steps.

"Eylo Will…fancy seeing you here. Come here often?" Jack asked casually as Will strolled into room.

"Actually no, being captain has its perks. Get my own room." Will said, leaning on the bed across from Jack's.

"Well you must feel like a big lad then." Jack smirked, covering his eyes with his hat and sighing.

"Yeah it's alright being captain." Will said, sitting down on the bed.

"Elizabeth thinks that you're loosing the…adventure in yourself, but I told her that you obviously hadn't. You are a captain on a ship after all." Jack prodded carefully, setting his hands behind his head.

"I don't understand why she's acting like this…I'm doing all of this for her; so that she'll be happy." Will said, his shoulders falling as he buried his face in his hands, rubbing his temples.

"But it's not making her happy mate…" Jack said, sitting up and throwing his legs over the side of the bed and leaning on his knees, looking down at Will with concern, "She doesn't want you to be her father's little arrant boy."

"I just want what's best for her… is that so bad?" Will asked, looking up at Jack. Elizabeth smiled from the shadows, staying hidden as she eavesdropped.

"There's nothin' wrong with that, but you can't force her to do somethin' or go places she doesn't wanna go to get what's best for her." Jack said, inwardly scared at how sober he was sounding.

"There are very few men in Port Royal that would agree with you; I'm one of them." Will said, smiling.

"Well, the other men, men like Norrington, don't respect women as much as they say. Unfortunately you're makin' yourself out to look like him." Jack said, hopping down off the bed and hanging his hat on the bed post.

"Am I really that terrible?" Will asked, standing up and pacing the room. Elizabeth stepped farther back into the shadows quickly, having to pull back her dress so that Will narrowly missed spotting her.

"No but you're well on your way to becomin' just as shallow mate. Don't loose what's in your heart when you're tryin' to use what's in your head." Jack said, making his way across the room for the stairs. Elizabeth went up a few stairs and then noisily made her way down.

"Hello boys, having fun?" she asked, as if she hadn't just heard Jack playing marriage counselor. Jack gave her a knowing look but shrugged.

"Just inspecting my living arrangements…not too shabby. Of course the Pearl-"

"Don't you even try to lie. You know just as well as I do that the pearl is worse." Elizabeth interrupted, a mocking smile on her face. Jack sighed and gave her a look.

"I was going to say that the Pearl wasn't this decent. You women think you know everything don't you?" he asked condescendingly as he passed her up the stairs. Elizabeth shook her head and looked over at Will, who was staring at her with a wide eyed puppy dog expression.

"Will…? What's wrong?" she asked, walking forward and taking his hands in hers.

"I haven't been listening to you; I'm sorry. Once we get the trade in Spain established, I promise we'll get as far away from Port Royal as possible." Will smiled, giving her a small peck on the check before heading back up to the main deck. Elizabeth sighed and rubbed her check.

"That's what you say now William…"

~*A/N: Short chapter I know. I'll write more soon.*~