In the morning, Elizabeth woke up earlier than normal and went to check on Danielle. She quietly entered the room and looked for her daughter.
"At least she's here this morning, and hasn't eloped with James," she thought.
As she looked around the room, she noticed another shape in bed and two other shapes on the floor.
"Oh, God," Elizabeth gasped. "What now?"
One of the shapes on the floor moved and sighed. A man's sigh, Elizabeth could easily tell. He shook the shape lying next to him and whispered something inaudible.
"Elsa?" she asked herself.
The man slowly stood up, careful not to wake up the rest of the group. As he turned to leave the room, he saw Elizabeth and stood perfectly still.
"Ma'am," he said quietly, bowing his head.
Elizabeth motioned him outside.
A feeling of dread washed over Dom. "So, we've finally been found out."
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked sternly.
"Let me explain Mrs. Turner," Dom started. "My name is Dominic Andrews, and Elsa and I are...seeing each other secretly," he explained carefully. "Jack nor my father knows. But, last night, I found Elsa running down the street and one thing led to another, and we ended up here with Jim and Danielle. No one did anything. Nothing happened, I swear," he finished.
"Jack doesn't know?" she asked, quietly.
"No. You see, my father killed Jack's father in a battle some years ago, ad if Jack found out we were together-"
"You'd both be in trouble," Elizabeth finished. "I see." Dom looked at her worriedly. "No, I won't tell Jack," she smiled. "Not even my husband will know of you. But you should go now, before he wakes up."
He glanced back at Elsa lying on the floor, sleeping peacefully. "But-"
"I'll tell her. Don't worry." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Go," she smiled.
"Thank you, Mrs. Turner. Thank you very much." He quietly descended the staircase and left Elizabeth in the hall.
She woke everyone quickly and told Elsa quietly that Dom had to leave before Will woke up. She nodded and ran out to the beach. She knew he would be there, waiting for her.
"Dom!" she called. He had to be here. He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. Would he? "Dom?"
An arm wrapped around her waist. She let out a small, surprised scream.
"Did you miss me?" he asked into her ear.
"Never do that again!" she yelled, slapping him.
"Alright, alright, sorry."
"You should be!" She folded her arms and turned away from him.
"Elsa...?"
She turned suddenly and cast him onto the sand, throwing herself on top of him. "You're forgiven." She kissed him sweetly.
As she tried to break away, he held her closer to him and rolled to the side, then pinned her beneath him. Her lips parted and his tongue gratefully explored her mouth.
"Dom," she moaned.
He licked her bottom lip and pulled away slightly, but her hands held him close.
"Elsa, I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Elsa, I...I want you," he said softly in her ear.
Elsa's heart skipped. "What? Oh, no. I mean it's not that I don't want him as well...but I mean-oh no!"
He continued kissing her, and she smiled suddenly. She did want this.
"Oh, Dom," she sighed. "It's so early in the morning. Wouldn't it ruin the mood?" She bit the corner of his ear.
"Who cares about mood? As long as I'm with you, nothing else matters."
"Men," she sighed silently. "Well, sorry Dominic, I care about mood. We'll just have to..." she paused to kiss his neck, then his lips, then looked him straight in the eye and whispered, "Wait."
"Wait? But I-" he began to complain, but she held a finger to his lips.
"When does your ship leave, Dom?" she asked changing the subject.
"Tomorrow morning," he said, a bit disappointed. Then he kissed her finger and took it into his mouth.
"Dominic Andrews!" She took her hand back and hid it behind her. "We only have one more day together! What on Earth shall we do?" She looked at his excited expression and snapped, "Don't even think about it!"
She got up from the sandy beach and helped him up.
"Where are we goin'?"
"I have no clue, but come on!" She took hold of his hand and led him up to the now-busy streets of Port Royal.