"I must admit, Jack, you know how to be efficiently stranded." Elizabeth muttered humorlessly and flopped back down in the sand after another short walk.

"Why thank you, Love, I have put my best efforts forth to assure that... we're comfortable." Jack returned, with a bit of a suggestive tone.

"I hate to say," She started, seemingly ignoring Jack's comment. "But the waters are simply beautiful."

"Aye." Jack said in agreement, and leaned back on his elbows with his bottle close by. After a few moments of silence, the heat started to get to Jack and he rolled up his white sleeves, revealing his dark, scarred and tattooed arms once again.

Without looking over from the different shades of blue of the waters, Elizabeth quietly asked, "Jack, why on earth are you so filthy?"

Not taking any offence in her statement, Jack shrugged. "I'm a pirate, love."

At that, Elizabeth turned towards him, the bright light of the afternoon shining on her skin, making her seem to glow. "That you are." She noted and turned back to the waters.

The two of them stayed like this for several hours, silently thinking to themselves and watching the sun start to set. Elizabeth finally moved just as the sky was starting to turn orange and the temperatures barely dropped: the signal of evening. She walked slowly and thoughtfully toward the waters, and stopped when the cool waves lapped at her ankles once again. The sand sifted over and through her bare toes, and she moved them about in the cool water before continuing.

Several steps later, Elizabeth was up to her waist in the cool salt water, enjoying the feeling. She needed to feel clean- it would be just about the only good feeling she could find on this island right now. With a small smile, surprisingly not forced, she dropped underwater and closed her eyes as the water circled her body, cooling and cleansing it.

She relished in the feeling of the water moving about her legs and arms, and her shift softly grazing her skin. Before she knew it, she was back above the surface running her hands over her hair as she faced Jack.

"Goin' t'swim off the island, love?" Jack called noticing that she was looking straight at him.

"I can't swim that far." She said, obviously, and smiled. Jack seemed taken aback by either her smile, or the lack of anger and hatred in her voice. "I'm only going to bathe."

Jack stood and walked far enough into the water for the blue ripples to barely lap against the bottom of his pants, which were rolled up to just below his knees. "Bathe in seawater?" He asked, knowing full well that her skin would itch, and her dress would dry stiff.

"Yes," She took another step back, and the water was up to her shoulders. Jack was nearly 5 meters away, but he could still hear her when she said, "It's beautiful."

"What is, love?" He asked, and slowly walked forward until he was no more than a meter away.

"The ocean. The waters- it's simply... beautiful." Elizabeth told him, spinning once in the water, then landing her eyes on the horizon where the blue waters started to fade into orange with the reflection of the sunset.

"Aye, she is but a beauty." Jack agreed, his gaze turning outward as well. "'Tis a gentleman's greatest companion at times."

Elizabeth, dripping wet, turned toward Jack and stared at him for some time. Jack stared as well. Just as he was opening his mouth to ask her if he had something on his face, he was met with a wave of water and the sound of great laughter. His mouth shut again, and he looked at Elizabeth, who was already flinching away from a return 'attack'.

Jack stood still until she sobered, making her worry that he was angered, but then he started splashing her with both of his arms flailing into the water. Elizabeth had a choice; to sink under the water in forfeit, or to splash back. She began to move her arms as well, and slightly step backwards every time Jack got closer.

He wasn't laughing as much as she was, only chuckling with a devious grin on his face, but Elizabeth was completely content to laugh as hard as she could. A woman of such high standards didn't have opportunity very often to laugh and feel all around happy. She was enjoying her self, letting herself forget about the island that she was confined to, and try her hardest to beat Jack at a game she would no doubt lose.

Jack's chuckling disappeared and Elizabeth's splashes hit only the blue water they came from, and her eyes opened to look around. Jack was gone. He was no doubt under the water, waiting to pop up and scare her. She hadn't noticed until that moment that she was no longer standing on the bottom of the ocean with her toes in the sand, but wading in the open.

She thought of calling out Jack's name, but knew that if he was underwater, he wouldn't hear her. She then thought of swimming back to shore and leaving him to drown, but knew that he was watching her from where ever he was down there. The thought was a bit more than a disturbing one and she struggled to find a way to keep her chemise close to her legs.

Instead of leaving or calling, Elizabeth sucked in a breath and let her muscles go limp long enough for her to sick below water, then used her arms to go deeper. The bottom was a lot farther than she thought. Even with the setting of the sun and the sting from the salt water, with her eyes opened Elizabeth could see around her in the clear waters. Jack wasn't in her line of vision, which was limited, but good enough to look for him. Just as her lungs began to persuade her to rise back to the top, arms came around her and Elizabeth tired her hardest not to laugh and suck in water.

Jack's arms let go and she made her way to the surface, followed by the captain. Air rushed into her lungs, and Elizabeth tired to savor it, but found herself laughing instead. The two made their way back to where the bottom was reachable, and Jack splashed the younger woman once more for good measure.

"Jack Sparrow!" She called, and ran a hand over her face. "That was uncalled for!"

"I don't think it was, love." He returned with his all too well-known grin.

Elizabeth playfully frowned at him but as her eyes traveled to where his hands were hovering along the top of the water, her expression became one of pure concentration before she grinned and slipped beneath the water momentarily.

Jack grinned and found himself forgetting about the predicament that he found himself in. The first time he found himself knee-deep in water watching his own ship retreat, he had been devastated, frantic, really. A good deal of time had been spent running and yelling in anger. He cursed his previous first mate several times before remembering why the crew had been on the way to the treacherous Isle de Muerte in the first place.

That day, some ten years ago, Jack wished the curse upon Barbossa with all of his being. "And cursed you deserve to remain!" He shouted at the top of his lungs before deciding to lie pitifully in the grass surrounding some palm trees. If the other pirate wanted to seek out this haunted treasure on his own, it would mean that Jack wouldn't be in any danger of a curse, should he survive on the island.

But now, here on the very same island, Jack Sparrow watched a very young governor's daughter spin herself around in the water before turning to smile at him. If he were destined to die on this island this time, then perhaps he would die happy.