Disclaimer: SEE CHAPTER ONE OK?????

A/N: Heyo! Stayed up all last night figuring out the plot to this thing. I probably wont follow it, but if I do, this story will be capped at a maximum of twelve chapters. I'll take any sort of plot suggestion, and try to weave it in, so if you have something in mind, don't hesitate to blurt it out!

A/N2: Oh yeah, here I must confess a strong dislike of Ana Maria. To me, she had no purpose in the movie, except as a chick for Jack. *barfs* She's gonna get it!

Chapter Five- In Which Elizabeth Turner and Jack Sparrow Build Something they Should have Built Four Chapters Ago But Couldn't Because this Story Needs At Least Some Implied Smut (And William Turner gets in touch with his feminine side)

Elizabeth woke up the next morning with sore muscles and a huge headache. The sunlight illuminated the sand around her into sparkling diamond drops, and the empty rum bottles cast rainbows around the trees. Everything seemed a lot more magical this morning. Maybe it was because of last night, she giggled, pushing her hair out of her face, and looking around for Jack. But something was different about the island today…

"Jack," Elizabeth gasped, whipping around wildly, trying to find any sign of him. She heard a laugh, and suddenly, he popped out from behind a large rock, a wild grin on his face.

"Notice anythin different, love? Somethin missing?" he teased, standing strategically in front of the gap between his rock, and the water.

Elizabeth had indeed noticed something. All the trunks, kegs, and even their small little hut were missing from the beachfront shore. The island looked as desolate as it had when she first laid eyes on it, save for a few empty bottles here and there.

"Jack, what, where, how?" she stammered, pushing him aside from what he was obviously hiding. He willingly stepped over, and Elizabeth looked upon what he was working on.

It was a boat. Not some grand ship, or even a paltry lifeboat, but still a boat, nonetheless. It seemed that Jack had emptied the kegs of their rum, taken the tops off, and lashed them together with rope from the crate. It almost resembled a paint palette that she had had as a child. The two back barrels were filled with supplies, such as food, and blankets, and the two front ones were what she assumed they would sit in. A strong palm tree made a capital mast, with two rather large blankets making up the sails.

Jack came up to stand beside her, looking very pleased at what he had created. "I know it's not the Abberline, but it should get us were we're to go."

Elizabeth looked up at him. "And where will that be?" she asked, leaning on his shoulder. He smiled, and snaked his arm around her waist.

"Wherever the wind blows, lass, wherever the wind blows."

@;---

The bouquet that Jack had spoken of, the one that Tortuga was infused of…you remember that don't you? Will thought to himself, You said it would linger, and it most certainly has.

Even though the blacksmith/pirate wannabe had only been in the pirates port for scarcely more that a day, the smell was still infuriating. Also annoying were the pirates themselves, who were constantly drunk, and the whores, who didn't know how to stop giggling, and also wore too much perfume. He couldn't count how many times a drunk woman (or man) had tried to pull him into bed, but it had certainly passed a few dozen by now. It was a common occurrence for someone to be shot in the bar, and sometimes for couples to, he shuddered, perform the physical act of love in a corner. Will didn't know how he would be able to stand another day, and almost wished he had agreed to join the Black Pearl.

Almost.

No matter how disgusting Tortuga was, it was still better then spending weeks with infuriating backstabbers. Even though pirates blood ran in his veins, Will still couldn't understand the concept of marooning someone, especially for such a crime as drunkenness. The crew of the Pearl had lost his trust since the mutinied against Jack, and even though the sweltering stinkhole he was at now wasn't the best of options, he still preferred it to a ship of "scabrous dogs."

A rather pungent whore slid past him, and he gagged horridly. Deciding it would be best to get some fresh air, he strode out the door, and onto a nearby dock. Squinting slightly in the foggy dark, he could make out a large, flat-bottomed ship, that was currently being occupied by a gaggle of giggling…

"Tarts?" Will whispered, unbelievingly. The pirate coming up behind him chuckled.

"You new here boy?" he asked. Will nodded. "Figured so. Thought everyone in the Caribbean had heard of these here whore ships."

"Whore ships?"

"You bet. Seems that us pirates don't do well wit no female company for long moments. So one brain tot of havin a floatin whorehouse for the company of us."

Will suddenly got struck by an idea. Thanking the man for his time, he ran back to the nearest pub, and waited for someone to hit on him. When someone came, he willingly pulled her upstairs, looking like what he wanted was a quick lay.

But what he really wanted was something entirely different.

@;---

"Aye, and so we leave this bloody island finally! Good Riddance!" Jack exclaimed, pushing off from the shore with a makeshift oar. Elizabeth steadied herself in her tub, and took one last long glance at what had been her home for the past while. A pang of longing suddenly struck up, and she winced. She would be going home soon. To her family. To Will.

Will. What would he say if her knew about her and Jack's "exhibition" on this island? And how would Jack fit in to her life after this.

Sighing, she waved a hand towards the island, where things were so easy. "Farewell."

@;--

William Turner secured the last knot on the ropes that bound the naked whore to his bed. Giving her a backward glance, he straightened his bonnet, and stole out the door.

The things we do for love, he thought, and then hurried down to the travelling whoreship, bodice securely in place, and petticoats swishing.

A/N: Whoop! Doesn't that give you a great mental image? *laughs* Thanks to all my reviewers, you all deserve a Captain Jack Posable Action Figure™!

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