Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

A/N: O_O *shrieks head off* OMG! YOU GUYS ROCK MY SOCKS!!! I'M ACTUALLY ON PEOPLES FAVE STORIES LISTS!!!! *shrieks again* *throws special pirate bandanas out on the crowd* ON WITH THE SHOW!

A/N2: Special Prize to SparrowSavvy! *hands SS a bottle 'o rum* Yes, the HMS Abberline was named after Inspector Abberline (Johnny Depp) in "From Hell." I was wondering who would pick up on that. (I might have other things like that in later chappies.)

A/N3: Just to clear things up, from now on, I will be known as Elf and Tonic. Savvy?

Chapter Two- In Which Priorities Get Straightened Out (and William Turner does something incredibly stupid)

Jack and Elizabeth had very different ideas of what to do on the island. Elizabeth, the ever practical one, was set upon making a boat, or finding some other means to escape. Even though she was almost enjoying Jack's company, her thoughts were still on Will, and her new home in England.

On the other hand, Captain Jack Sparrow had accepted the fact that he was to die on the God-forsaken Isle, and was determined to make the best of it. He had already constructed a small hut of palm branches, and the remains of the rowboat, and was at the moment busily opening the crates and trunks from the deceased HMS Abberline.

"Ah, Elizabeth, wouldn't ye look lovely in this?" he inquired, holding up a fine silk dress. She "humphed", and grudgingly took the garment into her hands.

"It wouldn't make for very strong sails," she retorted, throwing it back at him. He stared at her for a moment.

"Elizabeth," he sighed, standing up to face her. "Why can't ye just accept the fact that we'll be here for awhile?"

Staring into his dark eyes, she almost began to cry. They reminded her of Will's eyes, so large and expressive. Yet Jack's were also haunting, and dangerous. And so alluring. She became suddenly aware of his closeness, and opened her mouth to reply, but felt that it was dry of words.

"Listen," he continued, "I realize that ye have stuff to do, and places to go righ now, but me point is that if we take all our goods and burn them now, no one will see it, and we'll be dead before the week is over. We must wait," he smiled, and hissed, "for the opportune moment."

"The opportune moment, Mr. Sparrow? From what I've heard, that would be the time that's most profitable to you?"

Jack sighed, and then said, "Ye may have forgotten one thing, missy. I got nothin to lose. Me crew, and me ship left me here to die, remember?"

"Well, if you have nothing to lose, why don't you help me escape?"

"Nothing to lose but me life, love. And that's exactly what I'll be losin if I go along with your grand scheme here."

Elizabeth groaned in frustration. Jack grinned. "Why don't ye just make yourself comfortable? There's plenty 'o rum to go around!"

She fell to the sand, and yanked a bottle from the crate next to her. Seeming has she had a lifetime to waste in this hellhole, she might as well bloody enjoy it. There was no way she was getting off this island alive without Jack, and he had seemed to set root here. With that in mind, she uncorked the bottle, and began to empty it down her throat.

@;---

The blacksmith's shop was a cold and lonely place, especially on a night such as this. The moonless sky illuminated nothing outdoors, and to William Turner, it seemed a bad omen. Anything could happen.

As he hammered out his frustrations onto the molten blade, his keen ears picked up an unusual sound. A muffled explosion or something.

"It couldn't be," he mumbled. But the loud smashes and screams that soon followed confirmed it. Cannons. And cannons meant…

"Bloody pirates," he said, cursing under his breath. Then it dawned upon him…

***

Norrington looked up from his map to stare at Will.

"Nothing of the Abberline has been found, Mr. Turner. No wreckage or debris in a large radius of the passage to England, therefore we have only one more suspicion."

Will looked puzzled. "And that would be…?"

Norrington smiled grimly. "Pirates."

***

Taking only a dagger and his best sword, Will ran down the alley towards the attacking ship. Judging by the visible crewmembers, he deducted that it was indeed the Black Pearl moored in these waters.

I would think that Jack would at least have some decency to not pillage mine and, he cringed, Elizabeth's home. But I guess I was wrong.

He followed the sounds of the guns, and looked staggeringly upon the Pearl. It seemed less tattered than before, but it still had the same maiden figurehead, and the same menacing flag on the mast.

Will scanned the masses for Jack, or another one of his pirate cronies, but soon found that all the familiar faces had boarded the ship again. He tentatively poked the pirate that was ravaging the silver shop.

"Excuse me, but may I see your captain?"

The pirate looked like he was about to laugh. "I t'ink not, pretty boy!" he said, then motioned like he was about to chop Will's head off. Will's eyes went as large as saucers, as he squeaked out, "parle!"

"Parle?" the pirate questioned. Will gulped and nodded. "Alrighty then, but I don't know what good it'll do yeh!"

The pirate hastily bound Will's hands, and shoved him down the street to the waiting ship. Hoping to see his old friend again, Will nearly choked when instead of his old, lean, good natured friend at the helm, he saw a dark, surly, woman.

"Ana Maria," he stated, "Where's Jack?"

Ana Maria smiled, and the crew around her laughed. "Jack?" she replied. "Jack be taking a holiday righ now. A permanent one!"

Will gulped. This was definitely not what he had expected.

@;---

"Fifteen Men on a Dead man's Chest!

"Yo Ho Ho! And a Bottle of Rum!

"Drink and the Devil be done with the Rest!

"Yo Ho Ho! And a Bottle of Rum!"

"What on EARTH do you think that line means?" Elizabeth giggled, swaying back and forth on top of a small trunk, watching Jack dance around, sloshing rum everywhere. He shrugged, a large, flourishing motion, and slid on the trunk beside her.

"I don 'o, louve, bu' I don 'o many t'ings righ 'ow!" he slurred, and fell over on top of her lap. She giggled some more, then fell over in ecstatic laughing, taking jack down with her.

"Jaaaaaack!" she squealed, "You were righ all along! It IS fun here! I should come more often!" She smiled a large grin, then downed more rum. Jack smiled with her, and sloshed a bit more rum onto the sand, hoping she wouldn't notice. She didn't seem to, as she fell into his arms, cuddling him as she fell asleep. He tossed his bottle aside, unneeded, and wound his (totally sober) arms around her waist.

I can play this game as well as you could, Elizabeth. He thought. Sighing contentedly, he eased both of them onto the warm sand. Staring at the stars, he smiled, and mused, "They couldn't 'a marooned me on a better place."

A/N: Ok, a bit of OOC-ness *gasp!* but ill try to remedy that in the next chappie. Does ANYONE know why my story shows up on this site twice? It's not my fault (I don't think). Well, read, and review, and I might leave something special….somewhere… (is not making sense)

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