Let's pretend POTC3 happened, all was well, Jack saved, he now has control of the seas…yeah, anyway, now Elizabeth has to confront Jack and Will, and choose…
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"Either me, or Jack," Will's eyes were hard and angry. Jack seemed indifferent to the gravity of the situation and was drinking some rum, celebrating the fact that he had been saved. Even if he wouldn't admit that they saved him.
Elizabeth was frozen. Her eyes were looking from Jack to Will. She loved Will, she always had…but what about Jack? There had been many occasions where she felt…different. Did she really love him?
Elizabeth hated it. She hated having to choose between the man she loved, and the man who…
Who what? What did she feel about Jack? Was it just lust? Or was it really love?
She looked back at Will, who was still staring at her, challenging her. Choose, his eyes screamed at her. Choose!
Elizabeth bit her lower lip, her hands curling at her sides. What was she to do? Once again her eyes left Jack to stare at Will. Then she fell into his arms, allowed him to kiss her, and whispered, "I'm sorry," against his chest.
Jack was silent, watching. His face betrayed no expression, but his bottle of rum was hanging limply at his side.
"I choose you," Elizabeth kissed Will's forehead. "I choose you," she repeated, kissing his right cheek. Murmuring these words, she kissed his other cheek, then his mouth, holding her lips to his for a long time. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, as if she was frightened to lose him. Then she turned her head away to look at Jack.
He was still staring. "I have a ship," he said blankly, as if he didn't truly understand what she had done. No, no; as if he hadn't accepted what she had done.
"I'm sorry, Jack. But I know you'll find someone…" Elizabeth glanced away toward Tia, who had come to welcome Jack back. She was waving girlishly at Jack, who returned her wave with a strange look. It seemed she had stopped paying Will any attention with Elizabeth in his arms.
"I have a ship…the seas are all mine…" Jack said again, looking away from Tia.
A tear escaped Elizabeth's eye. It hurt her to see Jack Sparrow hurt and unsure of things, when he had always dismissed everything with a bottle or two of rum. Or even a laugh, or just…
"You're a good man, Jack. You'll find someone. I promise." She gave a slight nod at Will, who understood, and let go of her, and she turned to Jack and kissed him softly, not the same kiss she had given him when she chained him to the Pearl. A proper, chaste kiss.
"Your choice, love," Jack said slowly, and then walked off into the sunset.
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"Do you suppose you'll end up going back to him?" Will asked. His hand clasped hers tightly.
Elizabeth kicked some sand with her bare foot. "No, not this time, Will." She stared into his eyes. "Don't forget, I love you."
She suddenly stopped, and he stopped and looked at her with surprise. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, holding his body close to hers, secretly hoping she would never see Jack again, not wanting to change her mind and go with him. Sinking down to the sand, they retreated behind a palm tree branch, concealed from view.
A wind blew at the seas, the sun barely visible at the horizon. Night was coming; the sun's blue, pink, and purple fingers were spreading out over the sky. All was well in the sea…for now.