My first PotC 2 fic. It's amazing, right? So, i know that, in the third movie, somehow Elizabeth gets captured by some Chinese pirate. But, I don't care, my third part of the movie is going to be different.

In this story, you will find that the relationship between Elizabeth and Will is strained. Considerably. Horribly so. And, though it pains me, I'm here, writing a Elizabeth/Jack fic. I've NEVER writen one, because I was never fond of Elizabeth. But, after the second movie, my opinion of her changed. And she doesn't deserve Will anymore. I have a theory about her. She liked Will, only because he was different than every other man she had met. Then she met Jack Sparrow, and he was everything that Will wasn't. He was new, adventurous, and dangerous. What every well to do maiden wants. And Jack wants her, only because she's different from every other woman he's met. She's well to do, and brought up right.
And the curiosity for each other is driving them mad.

So, here you are, reading my E/J fic. Tell me anything you want about. I appreciate everything. But, if you're going to be REALLY mean, could you just PM me. Cuz that would be the polite thing to do.
I'm terribly sorry for boring you with that little shpell up there, okies.
So, read and review
much love,
me
Chapter 1: Despair
Disclaimer: Of this story, I own none of the characters, places, and ships, ect. I only own the story line.

Despair. That's what filled her at this moment.

Only a day since the death of Jack Sparrow, and she was already wallowing in her despair. She couldn't face Will, he was acting strange. The look he had been giving her in the last twenty-four hours hadn't been one filled with love.

They were still at the Tia Dalma's house, and the men were discussing their plan to find Jack with Barbossa.

Tia walked around the house, her black lips set in a grin as she distributed drinks.

"Oh, young miss. Jack Sparrow will return. He always do," She said, handing Elizabeth a glass.

Elizabeth tried a smile, "I'm not so sure he will." She caught Will glancing over his shoulder at her. She didn't know what to say to him. She loved him. Or did she?

"He always do," she said again, then left Elizabeth alone.

Everything was dark, despite it being ten in the morning and the candles that were lit everywhere warmed her chilled body. The shack creaked slightly as Tia walked around and as the wind blew. The bayou around them filled the home with a misty fog.

"Would Miss Swann be goin' wif us?" Barbossa asked, looking over Will's shoulder to her.

Will started to answer, but she butted in. "Of course I'll be going. After all, he was a friend."

Will turned around in his to face her. "Are you sure you want to go, Elizabeth. It's going to be dangerous, and no guarantee to be back."

Elizabeth stood up and notched her chin a bit, "I'm going, Will."

Barbossa smiled, "Good."

Jack, the monkey, let out a shirk and jumped up onto her shoulder.

"Stupid monkey," she murmured, brushing him off. Then she turned around and went out the door to stand on the small stoop. She sat down on the crooked, dirty step, and rested her chin in her hands.

She wanted it to be her wedding day, again. Before she'd seen Jack again. Before she'd held that damnable compass. Before she stood a breath away from him, and almost broke into tears when he didn't pull her close. Before the compass had shown her what she wanted. Back when all she wanted was to marry Will.

And now, everything was messed up. She doubted what she and Will have. She's thinking way too much about Jack and the last time they had seen each other. She still couldn't get that wondrous taste of him off her lips.

"Oh, god. What am I to do?" Elizabeth asked herself, running a hand through her messy hair.

"Good," Barbossa said with a smile. She could be of some use to him and getting the Pearl back. That's all he cared for right now. He didn't care about Jack, he wanted the ship.

Will turned his attention back to the map on the round table. And flinched when Elizabeth left. Seeing that kiss between Jack and Elizabeth had torn at his heart. He didn't want to believe what that half a second revealed of them. He didn't want to believe that Elizabeth would do that to him. But he had seen them. And they both seemed very into it.

Will narrowed his eyes as he whipped down the dagger on the table again, the point digging into the soft wood.

He swallowed before saying, "When are we to set sail, and what ship shall we use?"

"We be takin' the long boat to the closest harbor. Then from there, we shall see," Barbossa said with a gleam in is eye.

The men nodded.

Will continued to throw his dagger down on the table. Gibbs and the others got up from the table and went out to ready the long boat. Tia had disappeared up the stairs that Barbossa had come down just last night.

"'here seems ta be somethin' wrong wif yer lass," Barbossa said, taking a drink from his cup.

"There's nothing wrong," Will said harshly, whipping the dagger down, forcing it down further than it had been before.

Barbossa smiled, "Ye sure, mate? Jus' how long was she travlin' wif Jack?" Barbossa asked raising a brow.

Will's eye twitched slightly as he pulled his dagger out. "I don't know how long exactly."

"Do ye trust ole Jack and yer lass ta be together for a while. Alone?" Barbossa asked, leaning over the table as he said 'alone'.

Will had the dagger in the air. He shifted his eyes to Barbossa's and started to breath heavily. "You think I should trust her?" Will asked, whipping the dagger down.

"Do ye?"

Will moved his eyes back to his dagger, which had dug another deep hole into the table. "I don't know," Will said, pulling it out.

Elizabeth jumped a bit when Gibbs grabbed her shoulder. Quickly, before the men noticed, she dashed away her tears.

"Ye alrigh' miss Elizabeth?" Gibbs asked, looking at her with concern.

"Oh course," Elizabeth said looking up at him. "Are we leaving?"

"In jus' a bit. Will and Barbossa are still inside."

"Okay," Elizabeth said, then moved out of their way so they could get down the steps. As the readied the boat, Elizabeth moved down the steps to talk. "Do you know what's bothering Will?"

The four men looked at her. "No, miss," Gibbs said.

"He'd been actin' strange since the Pearl and Jack went down," Pintel said.

"Aye," said the little man.

"But, we've all been actin' strange. Wif the death of Jack and all," Gibbs said, pulling at a rope.

"Yes, but... There's something else there that's bothering him," Elizabeth pressed standing up. She paced along the small step, looking down at the dirty board. "I have to tell you guys something," she said, hesitating.

"I'm listening," Will said, standing in the doorway.

Elizabeth gasped and turned around. Her eyes were wide, and were starting to water.

"What do you have to tell these guys, that you can't tell me, Elizabeth?" Will asked, sauntering down the stairs. Normally she would have gave him a look over, but nothing about him lit her heart up anymore. And it frightened her.

"That, that. That I enjoyed being a pirate," Elizabeth said, stumbling a little bit.

"Hmm," Will hummed, then continued down the steps, past her and to the long boat.

Elizabeth didn't turn around to watch Will. She gripped the wooden railing, her lip trembling. Something horrible has happened between her and Will within the last twenty-four hours.

And she had a sickly feeling that she knew what was troubling him. Was Will a jealous man? Could he really hate her and Jack for what she did to save them.

She was having trouble not hating herself for what she did to Jack. As they rolled away from the ship, she could hear him trying to get out of the cuff. And it pained her so.

And to make it worse, he called her something she would never have considered herself before.

Pirate, he had whispered when she explained it was for the good of everyone else. He called her a pirate. What she did wasn't right of her, but it was for the good of her. Which she assumed to be considered piracy. She was willing to kill to save her own.

Jack had known that she wanted to taste what he had. To taste what he could give. He was right, the curiosity was enough to kill you. But he also did the right thing, because of the curiosity. He had come back, and saved them. For the moment at least.

Curiosity had been their downfall.

Moments later, Barbossa sauntered out of the small shack with Jack on his shoulder. "Let's leave," He said, then looked down at Elizabeth.

She bit her lip to try to keep it still. He smiled, and walked down the stairs, stopping beside her on the step. "Ye need not worry miss, Jack will be back," He said, then climbed onto the boat.

Elizabeth swallowed down her distress and climbed in after him. She sat down next to Will, and stared off in the other direction. Eyes darting through the woods that surrounded them. Looking for away to get rid of this feeling inside her.

But, as of this moment, she knew only one way to be rid of it. Drop one, and search night and day for the other.