(A/N) Told ya'll about the Patriots! Now on to the Steelers...rookie QB, sorry Steeler fans, were going to half to kick your ass too! What the hell happened at the Globes?! You all know what I mean! I got a review that surprised me as well as enlightened me...I want the honest truth...if Jack is out of character in any way I want you all to tell me, I won't be offended...please tell the truth, if there is anything in the story that could be picked up a bit just write it in your review, it will help in my writing! If there isn't anything that I haven't learned from watching American Idol last night is to tell people the truth...don't sayyour friend sounds like Patti LaBelle, when she really sounds like a cat coughing up a hairball! Enjoying the reviews, keep them up!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC! WOULDN'T WANT THOUSANDS OF SCREAMING TEENS BREAKING DOWN MY DOOR NOW WOULD I?

"Elizabeth, wake up luv. Time to go." Jack whispered as she fell asleep on his lap. She woke up sleepily.

"Do you want to do the honors or should I?"

"Go ahead." Elizabeth then got up, with Jack behind her and she stuck the pin in the key hole on the other side of the cell door and fidgeted it with a moment…then the door opened.

"Lovely work!" Jack whispered, "Now let's get our affects." First Jack put his holster on while Elizabeth kept watch, then Elizabeth suited up while Jack kept watch. Together the two tip toed on deck.

Jack was the first to peer out of the hall, Elizabeth was pressed against the wall behind him. Then he slowly crept out and looked left, Elizabeth looked out the right side of the ship.

"Jack…over there…" Jack was right there was an island on the right side of the ship all they had to do was jump and freedom would be theirs. They slowly walked towards the right side of the ship, surprisingly there was no one on deck. Once they got to the edge, both climbed over the railing and grabbed at some rope and slid down to the water.

As they saw the Avenger sail away relief washed over their bodies. They then began the swim to shore, reaching the beaches within a half hour.

"Are we lucky or what?" Jack exclaimed as they sat on the sand.

"I don't know how lucky we are since we are on a deserted island, we practically marooned ourselves, no water, no food, we don't have much time Jack."

"Well, then let's get to looking…maybe it isn't all that bad." They got up after their short rest and began searching the island. They searched the island together, looked and looked they did, until they came to a small clearing.

"Jump…" Jack said suddenly.

"What?" Elizabeth asked confused.

"Just jump…" Then the both of them started jumping up and down, Jack's part of the sand gave a bit.

"Jack, is that what I think it is?" The both fell to their knee's and started clearing the sand and sure enough, there was a door, that lead to an underground cache.

"Ah ha!" Jack said as he came up with two bottles of rum.

"Is there anything else besides rum?" Elizabeth asked.

"Water, food, everything. Enough to last for a few months…look…there are even some clothes!" Jack said a bit too overzealous.

"Jack you see what's in there I am going to start a fire on the beach." Elizabeth then walked toward the beach, along the way she picked up some wood. When she reached the beach she put all the wood down and started to rub to smaller pieces together on top of some leaves, almost instantly smoke arose, and it wasn't long before a roaring fire was before her. She sat down in front of the fire to keep herself warm, Jack soon came and sat down next to her and handed her a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Elizabeth then uncorked it and drank from it.

"No problem."

"Jack, how are we going to get ourselves out of this?"

"If we ration what we have we can last a few months…we just hope for a passing ship." Jack then took a swig of the rum.

"What happens if a ship doesn't pass by?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, luv." Elizabeth then tucked her knee's under her and looked into the ocean.

"What ye looking at?" Jack asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

" 'Bout what?"

"Everything, there is just so much running through my head. I think it's beginning to make me dizzy." Elizabeth giggled. Jack knew what she was thinking about, she was thinking about what he had told her earlier, she was wondering if she were to admit her feelings to Jack would that be betrayal to Will. When Jack looked over to her he saw that Elizabeth was crying.

"What's wrong luv?" Jack asked putting down his rum and devoting his attention to her.

"Just, every time I think I know something…I see Will, and I still feel that I am with him, even though he has been gone for so long."

"Elizabeth, Will is dead, and I know that he would want you to be happy, if you think you'll be happy with me…then come with me…if you don't think that you'll be happy with me then…I won't hold it against you…I'll be here for you no matter what your decision may be." Jack said. Elizabeth looked at him for a moment then got up and walked away, Jack got up and followed.

"Elizabeth, you shouldn't be walking about here all on your onesies…"

"I'm fine…I just need to be alone."

"Elizabeth, I…"

"Jack please, just let me go…I'll be fine…I have my pistol and everything…I'll be fine…I just need to think." Jack let her go, he turned back around and sat down by the fire.

'I know I can make her happy Will…I love her.' Jack said to himself.

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'I am in love with him, never did I think that could happen, but I do, I love him…Why is it so hard to just say it to him? I can't betray Will, but would this be actual betrayal, Jack is a good man, and he loves me. Will wants me to be happy, and I know that rotting away on some pirate ship without ever feeling love ever again is not going to make me happy, but Jack…Jack makes my heart swoon. I know Jack would never hurt me, he said he would always care for me, and love me…That's it then…I have to do this for me…I will talk with Jack tonight.' Elizabeth thought to herself as she walked through the trees. Something however was bothering her, not the situation with Jack, but she felt someone or something was watching her, following her. Elizabeth reached for her gun, not pulling it out but definitely had a firm grip on it. When Elizabeth heard the brush behind her crack she pulled out her gun and turned around.