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Amber had only been mildly surprised when Jack had sailed the Pearl into a western cove rather than the docks, after all Port Royal was a decent place and she more than suspected that pirates were not on the welcome list. This coy plan however, resulted in the rather unlady like treck over the rocky and steep embankments that led over the ridge. With only Jack to prod her on Amber felt slightly uneasy.

"Are you sure this is the way." she whispered grasping a fistful of dry grass to haul herself up another steep bank. Behind her Jack waved the lantern and snorted.

"Stop cussing woman. How many times do you think I do this a year." he paused the give her butt a heavy push as she struggled to pull herself up another bank. "Keep moving, don't have time for this bloody pansying about." he pushed her again sending her sprawling onto a flatter area of ground.

"What's the rush?" she stood slowly and dusted off the dirt and loose gravel from her dress.

"Its going to rain." he muttered back grabbing her elbow and marching her forward. Not two steps later Amber felt the unmistakable cold wetness of a raindrop smack against her forehead. Beside her Jack cursed repeatedly.

"Watch your footing on the way down." he warned pointing out a small track that Amber presumed that he had made over the years. It led over the ridge and started the decent into the town. "It'll get slippy before long."

As Jack had predicted the small track began to get loose and slimy under her feet. Freezing rain had numbed her bare arms and her cheeks throbbed with the stinging raindrops as they slapped her face.

"Can we not wait under that tree?" she asked nodding over at it, half dead and bent over with the wait of its heavy branches, Amber could see no better place to shelter from the weather.

"No." Jack pushed her forward.

Sighing moodily Amber plodded on down the ridge, slipping now and again, stumbling all the time and falling several times. Jack stayed behind her, agile as a mountain goat he picked her up and pushed her on.

"That wasn't so bad was it love?" he grinned finally as they reached the bottom, Amber gave him an appalled look and glanced down at her filthy muddy dress.

"I look like I've been living in the wild for my whole life." she grimaced as she wiped her hands over the fabric.

"Couldn't agree more," he turned and pointed down a dark track, "This way love, leads down to the docks," he eyed her unenthusiastically, "we'll get you on a boat home."

"Tonight?" Amber leapt forward and grabbed a handful of his jacket sleeve, "Like this?" she waved a hand over herself. Jack took no notice of her plea's as he set of down the track that led to the town.

"Someone'll take you aboard and if they need a little persuasion…" he patted his pocket and grinned at the jingle of coins.

"Oh great, your going to pay someone to kidnap me." she muttered to his back as she began picking her way behind him, "Cant you take me home?"

"No." his answer was too sharp and quick for Amber to even contemplate arguing with, sighing heavily instead, she followed behind him in the dark.

Port Royal was deserted but it didn't stop Jack being cautious. He checked every corner and stopped at every small noise.

"What did you do to piss them off so much?" Amber inquired watching as he checked down a narrow street.

"Saved the Governors daughter from certain death, twice in fact." he paused to beckon her to follow him, "And saved her man while I was at it." he turned to flash her a devilish grin, "But don't get me wrong darling, I did it for my own selfish benefit." he stopped suddenly in front of a large wooden door, a puzzled frown crossing his brow as he noted the light that spilled from the crack beneath the door. "Wait here." he whispered drawing his sword and pushing open the wooden door. Amber winced, it was surly not the time to be doing things like this.

"Please don't kill anyone." she whispered back hurriedly.

"Well well," she heard him purr from inside the door, chewing on her bottom lip she peered round and gasped as Jack's sword found place at the throat of a young man. The sight disturbed her no end, it had slipped her mind that this was what pirates did, threaten, murder and steal. Jack had failed to show her any signs of any of this sort of behaviour, she knew she had been banking on the vain hope that maybe he was different, but no. Here was the proof.

"Let me draw my sword if this is to be a fair fight." the young man said moving his hand slowly over to the hilt of his own sword, but Jack only tutted and shook his head slightly.

"You know me better than that mate," he smirked, "Pirates don't play fair."

"Then that would make us both untrustworthy."

"Ah," Jack's face lit up and he flashed the lad a dangerous grin, "Adopted your roots I see, I don't suppose it'll help you much though, after all, you haven't had much practice at being a pirate, rubbing your wives feet and making hot cocoa before bed doesn't really count-"

"Jack Sparrow!" Amber watched with confusion as Jack's shoulders slumped and he lowered the blade, "I'll be slapping you into next week if I catch you holding a blade to my husband's throat again!"

"Liz please, I can handle myself." the lad protested.

Amber watched on with confusion as the woman's scowl faded quickly into a wide smile.

"I admit, its good to see you again Jack, I was beginning to wonder if you'd finally been caught."

Jack snorted with disgust as he replaced his sword and shook the fair headed mans hand.

"They won't catch me," he smirked, "They can't even bloody swim." he glanced around him and back at the lad, "What are you doing in here so late?" The lad frowned and motioned over to a selection of swords.

"Norrington's recruited his cousin's, want some good blades made up for them," he wrinkled his nose, "Gave me a twenty four hour dead line just to be difficult."

"Will was just finishing up," the woman interrupted, "Would you care to come back to the estate with us?"

Jack held up his hands and shook his head.

"I will love but I've got some business first, need to find a ship sailing passed Debrine."

Elizabeth looked at her husband and they both laughed.

"Tonight?" she shook her head, "You'll be lucky if there is anything sailing this week." pausing she pulled on a rather fancy jacket, "There is a tropical storm heading in tonight, its likely to stop all shipping for at least three four days. Why?"

Amber quickly darted back behind the door as Jack glanced her way.

"Business." he muttered, "In that case I need to find an inn."

"You'll be lucky to get a decent room Jack," Will warned pulling on his own jacket, "All the mates of the stranded ships have taken the good rooms, why do you need an inn? You stay with us usually."

"Not for me mate," she heard footsteps draw closer and the three emerged from the shop door, the woman stared horrified at Amber as she stood in the pouring rain, shivering, muddy and looking more like a used whore than a Lady.

"Is this your 'business' Jack?" Elizabeth scorned, "Leaving a poor girl out here in the rain." she stepped forward and took Ambers hand. "Your freezing. Come on lets get you back to the-"

"No!" Jack stepped forward and took Ambers hand from Elizabeth, "No need, really, I just need to get her an inn and then-"

"Nonsense Jack, don't be a fool, you can't shack her up in an inn when we have a perfectly good house to have you both in."

"Please," Amber stepped back glancing nervously at Jack, "I really would be happier in an inn."

Lies, lies, lies. Amber was humiliated, she given this man her most precious gift, she'd wanted him, lusted him and at one point, loved him and now? She lowered her head away from the stinging raindrops, now he wanted her as far away from him as possible.

She turned and began walking away from the trio.

"I'll be fine." she said giving the girl a forced smile over her shoulder, Jack said nothing, simply lowered his eyes and shrugged at Will.

"Jack!" Elizabeth hissed, "You do something."

"What?" he held up his hands, "It's her choice."

"You made it for her," she chased Amber and grabbed her wrist. "Please, come back with us, at least until tomorrow?" Amber shook her head quickly and opened her mouth to reject the woman's plea but Jack cut in.

"She'll come." he said darkly already walking past them. Elizabeth glanced at him and then back at her.

"Will you?"

Amber watched Jack stalking away and nodded with a deflated sigh.

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Elizabeth and Will's estate was quite small but very neat; she had been given a bedroom and a complete set of night clothes, all, she guessed, straight from Elizabeth's wardrobe.

She hadn't spoken to Jack since their arrival, and now sitting at the dinner table they endured an uncomfortable silence. Elizabeth did her best to fill the thick air but eventually gave up and left, leaving Amber to poke about with her chicken breast and Jack to finish the bottle of rum he had 'borrowed' from the cabinet.

"What is your problem?" she muttered eventually setting down her fork and resting her chin on her palm. "You're trying your absolute best to get rid of me yet I thought we were on good terms."

"Correction," Jack lifted a finger into the air, "If I was trying my 'absolute' best, you wouldn't be sat there darling." he leant back in the chair and rested his feet on the table top.

"Then why are you pushing me away? I thought we were ok,"

"We are, I just think its best that you are back where you belong." he smiled easily and rocked the chair back on two legs "Pirates can't be domesticated love; we're no better company than sewer rats. No place for a lady."

Amber frowned at him.

"When you're not being an asshole I find your company quite pleasing."

"Was that when you were on the end of my dick?"

Ambers mouth fell open and she stared at him speechless, behind her the maid stopped in her tracks and slowly backed back out of the room fearing that the conversation was a little too out of her league. Jack chuckled into the bottle as he took another gulp.

"I don't really know how to answer that Jack," she muttered feeling the blood stain her cheeks, "I wasn't implying that at all."

"I know love," he let the chair fall back onto its four legs, "I'm just saying that maybe you'd be better off away from this whole mess." He waved a hand and Amber noted the glassy look of drunkenness glaze his eyes.

"You could have explained that instead of making me feel like a fool." She paused she take a delicate sip of her wine. "One minute you're all fine and dandy and the next you're acting as if I'm your worst nightmare."

Jack grinned devilishly behind the neck of his bottle of rum.

"Like I said, we're no sort of company for your kind," the grin faded from his lips and he gave her a sombre expression as if remembering something that saddened him. Sighing he stood and walked towards her, stopping to bend down to her level.

"Amber love," he said slowly tucking a stray hair from her eyes, "none of it was a mistake." Amber searched his eyes, finding the strangest look of sorrow within the darkness of them, reaching out she tried to touch his cheek but he caught her hand and pushed it back onto her lap. "And none of it was unwanted," he offered her a drained smile, "and it was never a sin." He stood slowly and left without another word.
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It was a strange feeling; guilt. It wasn't one that Jack had become accustomed to, but just now it was terrorising him. No woman had ever caused him to ever feel responsible for hurt feeling and pain but Jack was positive that Amber was hurting and as far as he could see it was all his fault. He didn't really know what she wanted from him, the thought of asking her had not so much as drifted past his mind yet it gnawed at him to think that she might love him. And what did that mean exactly?

Sighing he slumped down on the bed and gazed longingly at the empty bottle of rum. Perhaps if he stared at it long enough it would refill.

Very Unlikely.

0"Jack?" for the briefest of moments Jack hoped desperately that it was Amber that was calling him ever so softly but as he turned it was Elizabeth that peeked round his bedroom door. "Are you ok?" she entered, concern crossing her forehead as she caught sight of his deflated face and hunched shoulders.

"Fine Lizabeth," he waved a hand to signal that he didn't need her attentions, "Go back and find Will or something." he stood and trudged his weight to the window.

"Will's asleep Jack, he's been up before the sun even crossed the horizon." she set down the lantern that had lit the room with a dim flicker of light.

Rubbing his bleary eyes Jack nodded and watched as the moon dipped behind a shadow of cloud, a long time ago that would have given him a shiver of memories but now it merely irritated him that it should take away the view that he was looking at.

"Jack?" A hand found place on his shoulder, "Is it something to do with the girl?"

Jack startled remembering suddenly that Elizabeth was still in the room with him, turning he glanced down at her with an annoyed grunt.

"Said I'm fine Liz," he remarked a little too sharply, shaking off her hand he caught the flicker of hurt that crossed her eyes. It never ended. He must just be a curse on women.

He wasn't annoyed at Elizabeth, she had always been a good person to him, different ways of showing it in the beginning but he had grown to trust her and Will more than he trusted himself. Sighing he shook of his thoughts and managed a half hearted grin in her direction.

"So, what brings you in here, bored of Will already?" the joke faded on his lips as Elizabeth lowered her eyes and blushed crimson. Had he hit a nerve?

"Of course not," she chuckled lightly, "I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

Jack eyed her suspiciously; Elizabeth had never, ever set food in his bedroom after dark before. She never came looking for him and only ever sent a maid to see to his needs, seeing her standing in his room began to send a nervous signal to his brain. Had he not drank the contents of the Turners spirit cabinet perhaps he would have taken more heed.

"I was a little worried when you didn't show for over five months, thought something had happened to you." she laughed nervously, "I know I should have known better."

Jack nodded his agreement.

"The Royal Navy would have trouble finding there own backsides with two hands in daylight."

Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully.

"Give them some credit Jack, they found us on that island."

"Ha!" Jack threw his hands in the air and waved a finger in her direction. "Only because you near burnt the whole bloody place with MY rum." he snorted with pretend disgust. "Should have warned Will about your peculiar behaviour, in case you decide to burn down his shop as an afterthought." Jack was well aware he was babbling. The reason being Elizabeth as she came closer to him, closer than he'd ever expected her to ever feel comfortable with.

"Jack are you in love with Amber?" the question caught Jack off guard and he narrowed his eyes on Elizabeth. The way her voice wavered, the embarrassment in her eyes and the uncomfortable silence that proceeded her question. Something was not right.

"I was just wondering, it's just that you've been a bit strange since you got back and I was…"

"If I loved her would I try and barter her off into an inn for a night, or dump her on a ship heading for Debrine?" he had to take a minute to ask himself that question again. Finding no reasonable answer he shrugged and sat down on the bed. "It's complicated." he admitted finally watching with interest as Elizabeth's features relaxed in releif.

"I shouldn't have asked, it was none of my business." she lowered her head and offered him an apologetic smile. "Well anyway…goodnight." she shocked Jack to the core by bending down and pressing her lips against his cheek.

Not Good. Not good. Not good.

He could feel her hand resting on his shoulder, shaking with nerves. Swallowing thickly he caught her eye as she pulled away slightly, her trembling breath caught his cheek and he urged himself to get up and run away. This was Elizabeth, he couldn't be doings this, SHE couldn't be doing this.

"Jack…" her voice was barely audible on her breath as she found his lips with her own.

It never had been in Jack's natured to push a woman away when she kissed him yet now he knew he was going to have to do something. It wasn't right, Will would murder him, Amber, well, she would haunt him and Liz? Jesus. Her hands had reached up and tangled in his hair. It was a small war that raged in his scull, but it blanked him almost as soon as a hand found rest on his groin. Growling with the effect on his manhood Jack slid his hand up her back and to the back of her neck and her pulled her closer to him. Moaning she dropped to her knees to be at his level, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his breaches. Jack shuddered and let the situation run through his mind. It was Elizabeth.

His eyes snapped open and with all the gentleness he could muster along with every drop of will power he possessed he lifted his hands to her shoulders and gently pushed her away.

"Liz…"

"I'm sorry." she cupped his face with shaking hands, "I'm so sorry Jack," her eyes shone with tears that she was too stubborn to ever let fall. "I just needed to know."

Jack shifted uncomfortable and gently peeled her hands from his cheeks.

"Know what?"

"That it is Will I want and not you." she sat back and wiped a hand across her damp eyes. "I love Will I love him so much," she sniffed, "but you…" she looked over the pirate make him steadily more and more uncomfortable.
"You have this something that Will doesn't." she looked away embarrassed.

"I needed to know that I wanted him and not you."

Jack felt mildly angry that she had used him in such a way but given the circumstances he felt he had no right to be angry at anyone but himself.

"And?" he rubbed his face wearily and once again found himself looking longingly at the rum bottle.

"I don't know Jack," Elizabeth stood and moved over to sit beside him on the bed. "I just thought if I could get one night with you," she reached out and touched his cheek tenderly, "things would be so much clearer."

Jack fought the urge to feel comfort in the touch she gave him; he tried desperately to ignore the dull warmth in his groin and thought maybe it was what he needed to help him get over the confusion he felt with Amber.

Elizabeth's breath was warm on his mouth and he closed his eyes to try and ward off the utter bewilderment he was feeling.

"One night?" he opened his eyes and glanced up at her. She nodded.

"One Night Jack."