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Summary: What if Jack and Elizabeth had gotten together that night on the beach?

A/N: I had lots of complaints since this was all big paragraph, so I'm reposting the edited version (with paragraphs) and hoping to get some more reviews because of it.  Enjoy!
CHAPTER 1: MAROONED

 Elizabeth stared blearily out into the horizon that seemed to rest directly on the distant sea. For a moment she could not remember where she was, how she had gotten there, or what she was doing. The events came flying back to her. Pirates had raided her town and she was taken captive. They had Will and she was stuck here with Captain Jack Sparrow, the worst pirate to ever sail the seven seas. Could her situation be any more desperate?

 Apparently it could. Only now she begin to take into consideration her current surroundings. She was lying on a beach, where she had apparently spent the night, the events of the past twelve hours were admittedly more than a little hazy. She would just have to figure happened by what she could deduce from the here and now, she would also make a note of remembering how it felt the morning after getting dead drunk, and how much she disliked it. She was on a beach, whatever help that was. There was someone else there with her. Wait a minute, who? Jack Sparrow snorted in his sleep and rolled over.

"Oh dear lord, no, please no, in the name of all that is good and sane, no. Tell me that I didn't, I mean that we didn't, that Jack and I had no kind of," Elizabeth couldn't finish the thought. She closed her eyes for a moment and realized that she would have to open them if she was going to determine if she had or hadn't done anything. With a deep breath she looked around. Clothing items were out what carelessly strewn about, her own shift along with some of the pirate's things. That would be a yes, something had happened. She grimaced. This was just wonderful. Of all the people to be stuck on an island with, of all the people to get drunk with, of all the people to f with, it had to be him.

She was engaged, well practically engaged anyway, and what about Will? She could have expected a good life from her future husband. She, and any children that she had might have been well taken care of. What could she expect from this man? He might live with her for a while, but there would certainly be no getting married. If they had children, she doubted there would be any kind of support.  And to think she used to dream of meeting this man, after all the stories she'd read about him. Elizabeth's thoughts were interrupted by a groggy, "'ello Love." Captain Jack Sparrow grinned and slid his arm around Elizabeth's waist. Against her will she smiled.

Oh what the hell, what was done was done. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "You would be quite handsome you know, if you would take a bath once in a while."

"Oh," Jack said, pretending to be offended, "in that case, I think you should join me." With that he picked her up, carried her to the shore, and dropped her in. She shrieked gleefully and pulled him down with her. This continued for a while until they spotted a rescue boat nearing the island.