Chapter 5 - Too Many Questions

The island sand was gritty against her skin but Jack seemed to enjoy it. The sun was setting and the fire was just now growing to large hights. Looking over at her only company Elizabeth was interested. His suntanned skin was shining in the dim light and his eyes seemed more brown then black. He was totally relaxed, leaning back on his elbows.

"What are you thinking of Jack?"

The pirate looked at her and smiled, motioning for her to go and join him.

"I'm thinking of nothing. Sometimes you have to let happiness flow through you. You have to let it consume you."

She watched his lips as he talked, they were moving in perfect and smooth motions. Being very observant as the pirate captain was he glanced at hers quickly, noting the way they seemed to pout, and he put his hand behind her head bringing her lips to his.

Elizabeth was shocked at first but she quickly recovered and shifted slightly so she was closer to him. Jack's lips played against her own, his teeth nipping at the already swollen flesh. Using his tongue he rubbed it over them and pushed it between them when Elizabeth gave a small moan. His tongue worked marvels in her mouth, pulling back every once in a while. She had never been kissed like this, her body had taken over and her breaths started to come in pants.

"This can't be happening." She said breathlessly. "Unless I'm dead."

Jack smiled and pulled away from her mouth. Moving his mouth to her ear he said so quietly she almost missed it. "Or unless I'm alive."

Elizabeth's eyes shot open and she looked around her room. It was just a dream. Her heart wanted to cry out in frustration as it pumped greedily in her chest.

Putting her head in her hands there was a knock at her door. "Who is it?"

"It's me Elizabeth, would you like me to draw your bath for you?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes and saw the rays of sunlight trying to poke through the thick curtains. She nodded her head and stood up. "Yes, thank you."

She hated getting up in the morning when she dreamed of him. He haunted her dreams more and more now and she wondered if it was a warning, her heart telling her she was betraying Jack by getting courted by all these other men. Tears started to form in her eyes and she blinked them away.

Smiling softly she remembered that Randall was coming to see her. That was her motivation to get her up out of bed.

Neil, the butler at the Swann mansion answered the door when it was knocked. He opened it to the man who had brought the miss home the day before. He looked at him skeptically. "Can I help you Mr. Marcus?"

"Yes you can. I am here to see Miss Swann. Is she up at this hour?"

Neil looked at him and was about to send him away when Elizabeth came into view. "Randall! I'm so happy your here. Let us go for a walk." She said grabbing her fan and waving to Neil.

When the door was shut Randall took Elizabeth's hand in his. She almost shivered at his touch, his hand was rough and cource, like Jack's. Blinking back the tears she knew she shouldn't be crying she smiled at him.

"I love going to the park and watch the birds. Perhaps after that we could go to the shore."

He finally looked at her, a puzzled look on his face. "Shouldn't you be in bed Miss Swann?"

"Call me Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth." He said, her name rolling off his tongue and out into the air. Like he had said it a million times before. "What did the doctor say exactly. 'Be in bed for at least two weeks' or something of that nature?"

"Perhaps. But this is what I want, I don't want those other men holding my hand." She said and looked at hers tightly held but gently in his.

He noticed and let go. "I'm afraid, Elizabeth, I have to leave here and go back to Spain soon."

Her heart droped, she didn't want him to go, not yet. "Please not yet Randall. I don't want you to go."

He walked her to a bench and they sat down. "Elizabeth, I am not here looking for a wife." He said and looked at the ground.

"I don't care. I just want to spend time with you." She said and captured his hand in hers. He looked her in the eyes and Elizabeth gasped. Jack's eyes. Everthing about this man reminded her of him. She had to be sure, she had to get this ridiculous thought out of her mind. She leaned into him and kissed him softly. Jack's lips played across hers and she pulled away abrupty, grabbing his right arm and pulling his sleeve up. There was no brand or tattoo.

Randall was shocked at the turn of events and how quickly they progressed. When he saw the dissappointment in her eyes when she saw his arm he pulled it away gently and pushed his sleeve down before pulling her into his arms.

She cryed and breathed in his scent of sea water, spice, and something she couldn't place. Her mind kept playing this horrible tricks on her and she just wanted him to go away. "Please leave Mr. Marcus, I'm sorry about the way I acted. Please don't return to the mansion. I'm sorry." She said and stood to go.

Saying he was confused was the understatement of the world. As he stood on his ship looking out into the sea he rubbed his head. Something was happening and it was dangerous. He wasn't getting his memory back and when Elizabeth kissed him it felt familiar.

Rolling up his sleeve the moonlight hit his arm and he almost jumped back in surprise. A faint brand of a 'P' was burnt into his wrist, above that a tattoo of a bird flying into the horizon. A sparrow. His head started to hurt and his heart almost stopped. He was a pirate, putting two and two together wasn't difficult for him. He was Jack Sparrow. But where was his momory?

Gildah arrived on the deck of the ship she had given 'Randall'. She had to find him, the moon was full and she forgot to tell him about the tattoos and she needed to come up with a good enough story that he would believe.

"Miss Gidlah, how nice of you to visit. Is there something you would like to tell me?"

His voice was different. When he wasn't trying to be proper like he thought he was supposed to be his voice was low, dark, and slurred, like a pirate.

"Mr. Marcus." She started.

"Sparrow. Mr. Sparrow."

She cringed, "I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about."

"You lied to me! I'm Jack Sparrow aren't I! Look at these!" He said and put his arm in the moonlight. "Where are my memories?"

Her eyes grew dark. "Jack Sparrow is dead to everyone that knew him. You are dead. I'm giving you a second chance at life."

"My old life will suit me just fine."

"As you wish, but I don't have your memories. Only you do, and when they return you can't run from me, you will give me the child of the sea."

Randall cringed. "What is that exactly? A real child? Or something else?"

"I will come for it. For now do what you want."

"Elizabeth."

Gildah looked to the sky. "If she will believe you. But remember, you don't even have your memories. How do you know your Jack Sparrow?" She asked then left.

Randall, or rather Jack, looked out into the sea before taking off his shirt and stepping into the moonlight, scars, tattoos, and something else, covered his chest and arms. He was dark from the Caribbean sun. He was Jack Sparrow.