Disclaimer: See chapter one

A/N: Whoa! You pirates are way more responsive than the comatose wizards in the Harry Potter zone! DRINKS ALL AROUND! *pours rum on everyone* For all those Will fans, your little eunuch makes an appearance in this chappie!

A/N2: By the way, I have a strange disease that prevents me from writing or reading about Mary Sues. They cause me to vomit uncontrollably, especially when they come into intimate contact with short, sexy, rum drinking pirates. My doctor has suggested treatment, but I don't believe it is necessary.

Chapter Two- In Which All Townspeople of Port Royal Become Morose and Angsty (And Elizabeth has one of those strange, {and indecent} prophetic dreams)

The loss of the HMS Abberline struck England, and the West Caribbean by storm. Great warships were sent out, horizons were scanned, but not a trace of the flagship of the fleet was ever found. No one had known of the great storm that had swept the passage, therefore all blamed the incident upon pirates.

William Turner sat dazed in the home office of Governor Swann, his eyes watering from grief and shame. Next to him sat Commodore Norrington, who had headed the investigation. Elizabeth's father made to say something, but thought better of it, and said nothing, watching the two men in silence. They had all loved Elizabeth deeply, and they all knew that their lives would never be the same without her.

"I will miss her."

Norrington had finally found the voice of the room. The Governor burst into tears, and Will nodded his head, staring at the floor. He felt it was all his fault that she was gone. The home, and the life back in England wasn't worth her dying for it. They should have just stayed here, in Port Royal. Why did he have to be so stupid as to let her get on that flimsy ship? All three of them silently wept their missing princess, but Will was also thinking. Pirates, eh? I have my connections….

The sky darkened a fierce red, echoing the sea's boasting of the lives it had claimed. All the townsfolk took this as a sign, and began mourning for the lost boatmen, and most of all, for the lovely Governor's daughter, who never got to marry the man she loved. With the entire town weeping, none but the children saw the second sign move through the sky. A young swan, all alone, flying towards the sunset, to freedom.

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Elizabeth felt like she was floating. The wind in her hair was magical, and the sand around her feet was glowing. Every noise seemed amplified. Am I dead? she wondered.

"I don't know about you, lass, but I think I'm in heaven."

Her eyes widened. "Jack Sparrow!" she exclaimed. She whirled around, trying to look for him, but she couldn't find him. Everything seemed to be shrouded in a white mist. "Jack? Jack, where are you?"

His laugh echoed around her, and she felt his arms encircle her tiny waist. He nuzzled into her neck, then turned to face her. She noted his eyes were missing their usual dirty kohl stain, and that his hair was out of its braids and beads, and tied behind his neck in a long ponytail. He grinned his usual lopsided grin, and she was relieved to see that his mouth still contained the usual number of shining gold teeth.

"Some things never change, love," he whispered into her ear. She giggled. His arms traveled from her waist to her abdomen. "But still," he hissed, "Some things still do."

She looked at him with a wide-eyed stare. He grinned again, and fidgeted with the strings on her petticoat. "Don't tell me that you forgot it all?"

Closing her eyes, her mind flashed back to a hot, consuming feeling entering her. She could see nothing, but she tasted blood in her mouth. The air around her was echoing with groans, her groans. His groans. The sand felt remarkably close to her soft skin. She loved that feeling. And then, her vision cleared, and the first thing her eyes saw was the face of Captain Jack Sparrow laying atop her naked chest…

Elizabeth opened her heavy lidded eyes. She felt warm, and she was soon aware of a body next to her. Groaning, she looked over. It was Captain Sparrow. Jack. Had it all been real? She hastily felt her abdomen, and was pleased to feel that it was still straight and smooth. Unlike her belly in her dream….

Jack sat up, and she instantly stiffened. He flashed a grin, and helped her up as well. "Finally awake, love?"

She moaned, and rubbed her head. "How long have I been sleeping? And, " she looked around, "what on earth am I doing here?"

"I was about to ask ye the same question," he said, "What in hell fire are you doin on this here isle?"

"I was shipwrecked, and I guess I just happened to drift here." Elizabeth replied, fully aware of his hand travelling up her back.

"Sooo," he drew out the word, "it's just you and ole Jack here on this island. Just like old times. Cept there be none of that burnin rum."

She gave him a quizzical look. "and why not, Mr. Sparrow?"

He frowned. "That be CAPTAIN Jack to you missy, and there be no burnin rum, as it would be no use as of now."

"What do you mean by that?"

His mouth turned into a smile. "Because lass, you've been asleep almost a week. The ships have passed here already. If you do burn the rum, there be no one to see it, and you'd be burnin my sanity along with it."

"A WEEK?"

"Aye, 6 days. It's a miracle ye haven't wasted away."

It dawned on her. No ships at all? No one to rescue her. That meant… She moaned that means I'll be stuck on this island with Jack forever!

But deep inside her, that didn't seem that bad a fate at all.

A/N AYE!!!! Don't you wish you were Elizabeth at the moment? *wink wink* Stuck on the island means….MORE J/E SMUT!!!!!! *cheers*

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