Title: Broken Faith
Rating: PG
Pairings: W/E, E/N, J/E, E/OC
Warnings: Character deaths (in the past)
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. points at Disney They're theirs.

A/N: Had to take this chapter down for a little bit. Found several typos that made it difficult, nye, impossible to read. Back now. Please review, I'm getting a little discouraged because I only seem to have one reader (who is very loyal and always reviews, thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!). Anyway, that's my piece. Read on.

Chapter 14: Departure

"'Ello, love." Jack called to her from his place sprawled across the bed. She shoved him off.

"I do have to sleep there tonight, you know."

"What a pretty picture."

All of Elizabeth's pent up frustration was spent in a might slap across his face. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to cry.

"What's the matter, love?"

Elizabeth simply turned over and buried her head in a pillow, muffling her cries.

"Perhaps you've been to long " Jack smiled at her.

"Jack, you're horrid." Elizabeth said into her pillow.

"Now I wouldn't say 'horrid'" Jack teased. When Elizabeth did not laugh, his smile faded. "Now, 'Lizbeth, what is the matter?"

"What does it matter to you? As I recall-" Elizabeth sat up, her last shards of pride beaming out of her tearstained eyes-"You are here only because you are a stubborn blackguard who could not stop insulting my fiancé."

"I am here to stop you from becoming his fiancée!" Jack jumped up, kicking at a pillow that lay on the ground.

"What is so objectionable about me finding another man?" Elizabeth demanded.

"First, love, he isn't me. Second, the man you chose is a bloody pirate. Third, he's the man who killed Will."

"What are you rallying on about?" Elizabeth asked tiredly.

"Henri d'Alphonse, nee Adrian Lyon, nee the captain of the bloody Boston, that is what I am 'rallying' on about."

Elizabeth shook her head. "First, Henri is not Adrian Lyon. Second, Adrian Lyon was not even sailing at the time of Will's-" she paused. "Lyon had had his letter of marque revoked several months earlier. Will told me about it. He was so worried up until then. Apparently this Adrian Lyon was a privateer. Everyone hated him."

Jack shook his head. "You know all this and you don't think it could be him? He's a bloody privateer! Do you know what that is? It's a pirate who betrays everyone but himself. Barbossa had more honor then Henri, or Adrian, or whatever the hell you want to call him!" Jack stomped around the room, unable to understand her defense of this man. "What possible reason do you have to marry the man?"

"I have a few, if you're willing to sit down long enough to hear me." Elizabeth said, somewhat harsher then she might have.

"Oh indeed, milady, whatever the Lady Elizabeth says." Jack threw himself into a chair haphazardly. "Let's hear it."

"Henri is reliable. He makes a good deal of money." Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears. "Marrying for love doesn't work when the man you love sails for a living. I loved Will perhaps more then I should have, and look what I got. Four years in weeds. As though you're any authority on love. At least when I marry Henri, I can leave this island, leave the sea. I'll be able to see the court, English and French. I shall live the life I was born to." She finished haughtily.

"I suppose my only question is do you really care so little for Will that you would marry the man who killed him?" Jack taunted.

"I'm not." Elizabeth stood up abruptly. "Don't you think you'd better go, Mr. Sparrow?"

"Ever the governor's daughter, always aware of station and perception. Never worry about marrying bloody pirates that aren't good men and happen to have forced widowhood upon you, oh no." Jack grabbed his hat and stalked out of the door.

For the first few moments after she heard the door slam, Elizabeth felt good. She felt powerful, in charge, fully in control. As the minutes ticked by, though, she could not help wondering if perhaps Jack was right.

'It's absurd.' She reminded herself. 'Surely Henri would have mentioned something that would have given me a hint as to whether he was a pirate or not. No, Jack is just jealous.'

Having answered one question, she found herself immediately posed with another. What could Jack possibly be jealous about?