Title: A Slip Of The Tongue Can Lead To Romance

Author: chibidark angel

Summary: what if, when trapped on the island, Elizabeth really had gotten a bit more drunk than she mean, and let a few things slip to Jack, about a man who had no idea that what she was saying was true…

Warnings: Slash! There will be serious guy-on-guy action here folks, for all you hentais out there and some girl-on-girl action too! ^_~ also, as is with all my fics, there will be violence, fighting and cursing, and maybe some sillyness and my horrible attempts at humour, so there you go!

Disclaimer: I don't own pirates of the carribean or any of the characters or the plot, although I wish I did… *images of Jack and Will tied up together* damn, that would be pretty… but no, I don't own, so pleeze don't sue!

Pairings: jack/will, Elizabeth/annamaria.

A/N: heydee-ho peeps! Welcome to my very first pirates of the caribean fic, though not my first fanfic, but anyhoo, I hope you like it, pleeze read and review, and flames will be used to torture relena, Mariah and anzu, so bring them on, but remember, I've already said, there's slash, don't like, don't read!

Prologue:

"-and then present company is much better than last time," Jack murmured slowly, as he carefully wrapped an arm around Elizabeth's shoulder.

Elizabeth turned her head to look at the hand, before picking the offending thing off her shoulder and tossing it behind her, frowning, as she thought angrily, 'God, he must be so drunk if he's trying to hit on me,' and she was right.

Jack was in a right state, after drinking rum all day practically, he was seriously out of it, and certain thoughts of someone else were making him damn horny, so who could blame him for trying to make a move on the only fuckable thing close to him, even though she was seriously not his type at all.

"Waass wrong?" he slurred slightly, leaning in towards Elizabeth, who backed away slightly, a disgusted look on her face.

"You're what's wrong," she sneered, pushing him back, "God Jack, you must be seriously fucking drunk to even think of trying to come on to me," she declared in a haughty tone, completely oblivious to the fact that she herself was more than just a little drunk.

"Yeah, so what?" Jack whined, "I'm drunk and horney, and you're the only thing around here of any use, can you blame me?"

"You're disgusting, give me that!" Elizabeth frowned, snatching the bottle of rum off him and flinging it into the fire, flinching and ducking her head as it let out a loud, 'POP!' of an explosion.

Jack stared at the fire for a moment in complete shock, his jaw dropping as he turned to stare at Elizabeth, his eyes bulging momentarily before he managed to regain his senses.

"What the bloody hell was that for?!" he bellowed, anger taking over his expression as he gestured wildly.

"That was for being a complete and utter pig, you filthy disgusting man!" Elizabeth shouted back, taking a swig from her own bottle, and she glared at Jack, who suddenly snatched the bottle from her, taking a swig for himself.

"I may be filthy, and disgusting, and a man," Jack grinned, "But at least I'm honest," and he took another long gulp from the bottle.

"Honest? You've been using Will to get your own way! You would let him die so you can get a god-forsaken ship?"

"No, I wouldn't let him die!" Jack shouted, "Barbosa and his crew only need some of his blood, like what they done to you, actually, you're the one who's gone and let him die!"

"W-what?" Elizabeth cried out in shock, her eyes widening, "What do you mean, I've gone and let him die?"

"By pretending to be a Turner, you went and didn't break the curse and now they'll probably spill all his blood just to make sure they get it right this time!"

So saying, Jack fell back on the ground, his expression sorrowful, and he took another long gulp from the bottle, while Elizabeth stared at him in shock, before she suddenly grew sad.

"I don't believe it," she whispered sorrowfully, then grew angry for no reason, other than she knew Jack was right. Snatching the bottle off him, she threw it into the fire, totally ignoring the explosion as she shouted, "Oh for goodness sake, would you stop drinking like that, you'll choke!"

Jack sat upright in total shock yet again as he shouted, "What is your problem woman! What is it with you and bottles of rum that you have to keep throwing them into the fire!"

"I'm doing this for your own good!" Elizabeth shouted back in his face, "I'm actually trying to help you, believe it or not!"

Jack suddenly grinned, and he leaned close to her, gesturing wildly as he always did, as he said, "You know what you are my dear? You're the proverbial thorn in my backside, savvy?"

"Yeah, well you're the proverbial thief in my proverbial rose garden," Elizabeth hissed drunkenly.

"Thief in a what?" Jack asked, confused, "What are you talking about you daft woman?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Elizabeth huffed, "You stole his heart from me!"

Jack froze, unable to talk, as his mind tried to make sense of what she had just said, and he grew even more confused as he asked, "What heart? Who's heart? I haven't stolen anything! Well, at least not in a while," he admitted ruefully.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and shook her head as she exclaimed, "Will! You stole Will's heart!"

"Will?" Jack frowned I puzzlement, though his heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean, he loves you, he's just shy, that's all."

"No, he only thinks that he does," Elizabeth shook her head, "At the moment, what we have is starting to turn into more of a brother/sister thing. And anyway, I'm not stupid, I've seen the looks you give him."

"What looks?" Jack asked nervously, licking his lips in a timid gesture. No longer baffled, he was now nervous, and a little scared. Was he that obvious? Did Will know? Was he disgusted about it?

"It's THAT look," Elizabeth replied, "It's the look Norrington gives me, the look I used to give Will, the same look he give you. He mightn't realise it, but I can see that he loves you just as you love him," she finished softly, as she stared at the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.

Jack simply looked at her in wonder, his mind working overtime in its drunken state. There was no way she was right, for heaven's sakes she was drunk!

'Ah, but you know what they say (1),' a voice in the back of his head reminded him, 'Drunks and children never lie, and she's pretty much both at the moment.'

"No," Jack whispered, "You're wrong."

Elizabeth looked up in surprise about to correct him, but he continued on, "Will would never love me."

"But you love him, don't you?" Elizabeth questioned gently.

"Yes, I fell for him from the moment I met him, when we were fighting in the blacksmiths," Jack smiled nostalgically, "He was just so fiery, so spirited, so graceful and beautiful…" Jack trailed off, embarrassed, and Elizabeth smiled sadly at the man.

"You're one of the few to see that true side of him, probably the only to see his true side," she said, "I've only ever gotten a glimpse, and that's been when he's been with you, or practising with his sword or on the ship, he really is meant to be a pirate, even if he won't admit to it."

"Aye," Jack sighed, "He's made a great pirate, but he just needs a bit of spirit for it, savvy?"

"You could give him spirit," Elizabeth grinned, waggling her eyebrows.

"Nah, I'd never do anything to get in between you two, I wouldn't want to hurt him, or you."

"You wouldn't be, he'd be much happier with you," Elizabeth told him seriously.

"Listen here, he wants you, if I stopped him from getting what he wanted, and you ended up on your own and were hurt and alone, he'd never forgive himself or me, so I won't be doing nothing, savvy?" Jack said half angrily.

"Listen here, I wouldn't mind being on my own, if I was on your ship," Elizabeth replied shyly, "At least then I'd be able to chat up someone without it seeming suspicious."

"You like someone on the ship?" Jack cried, "But who? They're all old men!"

"Whoever said it was a man I was after?" Elizabeth smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"You mean…. Annamaria?" Jack cried in surprise, laughing as Elizabeth nodded and ducked her head, a light blush gracing her cheeks.

"Well well, this is interesting…" Jack murmured, "You two would make a really nice couple. Well, I'll tell ya what, I won't say nothing if you won't, we keep this night to ourselves, if we ever remember it."

"Yeah sure, you got it," Elizabeth agreed, shaking his hand.

"Now, that is if we ever get off this bloody island, which is highly unlikely," Jack yawned, lying back, "I'm off to sleep, g'night."

"Goodnight Jack," Elizabeth said softly, then whispered, once he was asleep, "Getting off this island is actually more likely than you think."

With that, she picked herself up, swaying slightly as the blood rushed to her head, and started to prepare things for the fire signal which would hopefully lead to their rescue.

(1) you know, I always wondered who 'they' are, like is it a group of weird old people who go around saying a lot of crap and calling themselves, 'they'? hmm… interesting.

So, there you go, that's the start, though I must warn you, there is no plot, this is a story that forms direction as I write it, so there you go! I must say, I actually like this chapter, which is totally saying something, cause usually I don't like my writing at all, and there are parts of this that are really crap, but let me know what you think, review pleeze!