Gracious me, look at all this. Why did this one work so well? Why are so many people like, hey girl, CONTINUE NOW?
Lol, here ya go.
Chapter 2: That Damnable Compass
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the story line.
So please, don't sue me.

They survived a night and a half a day out on the ocean with the long boat before they ran into a ship. Named the Juliet, it was an easy target that belonged to the British navy.

They were to take it.

It wasn't hard. Even with only 8 people on their side. The captain quickly turned over his ship to Barbossa and the crew sworn loyalty to Barbossa.

That happened this morning. This evening Elizabeth sits in the crow's nest, a slight smile on her face as she thought of the one she loved. As to who that is, she still wonders since both were in her thoughts. Though, one made her happier.

Will's climbing up to sit with her pulled her away from her thoughts. He settled down next to her. His brown hair pulled back by a queue, his brown eyes hard and cold. Sweat beaded at his temples and above his upper lip. There was a slight tick in his jaw and his muscles bunched and released and jerked continuously.

"Will, what's on your mind?" Elizabeth asked, running a delicate hand down his back. She felt him shiver at her touch and she pulled away.

"What did you do with Jack when you caught up with him?" He asked, turning his cold eyes to her.

Elizabeth stared at him. What she to tell him. They didn't do anything at first. It wasn't until they talked about curiosity that he started to drive her crazy. It wasn't until that heat she felt when their bodies weren't even an inch apart. It was before that damnable compass.

"Tell me what happened between you and Jack. And don't bullshit me on this Elizabeth. I want the truth."

Will had turned his gaze back to the horizon and so had she. She swallowed audibly, licked her pink lips, and told him what happened starting when she held that pistol up to Captain Bellamy to get the papers.

He stumbled around Tortuga. Determined to keep his identity secrete, he hid under coats and robes and let his hat fall down his face so he could see everyone, but no one would recognize him. And he didn't dare step into a tavern.

Hiding from Davy Jones was easier than he thought. All he had to do was stay on shore. Sure, it was slightly hard, but he would get over it. He always did.

Captain Jack Sparrow wondered aimlessly. The darkness of his cloths faded at the bottom from the sea salt. His dreaded hair longer, but in the same style. His tri-coned hat pulled down low. He hunched over and held a stick, using it as a cane.

From his latest adventure, he had no liking to think about it. He didn't like what he did to Will. But that's what he did. He wanted that heart, and some one told Will about it, and he had no doubt that person was his own father. And bloody Norrington.

He glared at just the thought of the ex-commodore. Clothing covered in mud and rum soaked. He looked horrible, and blamed it all on Jack. But, Norrington had some news; Jack didn't force him to chase him through a bloody hurricane.

Then Davy Jones had to come and pay him a lovely visit. After being chased by cannibals, Jack didn't want to deal with Davy. So, he went to Tia Dalma. Who helped him, like always. But, Davy Jones still found away to get to him. Davy Jones was relentless when there was a soul to be paid. And Jack had yet to pay that soul.

And Elizabeth.

At the thought of her, Jack paused and stared out over the harbor. There was a ship coming in, despite it being late into the night. Elizabeth had done the one thing he never thought she would do. She kissed him. Then tricked him. How was he to know what she had in mind when she walked over to him. And she had the nerve to apologize for what she did.

All he could do was call her 'pirate'. That was the only way to describe her actions at that moment. And for a reason unknown to him, it broke his heart to see her go. Her eyes just barely misted over.

Jack shook his head. Shaking away the memory of how good Elizabeth felt in his little grip he had on her, and he grabbed his compass and opened it.

The black needle flung every which way. Going in a full circle, stopping then going the other way. Then it stopped suddenly, the wind picked up as Jack looked up in the direction.

And there sat the ship that had just pulled into the harbor.

The moment they were docked in Tortuga, Will was rushing off the ship. He had to put space between him and Elizabeth. He didn't want to see her, or touch her right now.

And he had every right after what she said. And the moment he sees Jack, he is going to be a dead man.

Elizabeth stood on the deck and watched Will until she lost him in the crowd.

The other night she had told him everything that had transpired through her and Jack. And since then he had yet to talk to her. She leaned on the railing and looked down into the water between the ship and the dock.

Barbossa came up behind her and rested a hand on her shoulder. She only glanced over it.

"Watch the ship love," He said, handing her a pistol. Then she ship was empty but for her.

Elizabeth sat down on a barrel and stared over the ship. She let the long pistol rest in her lap, and she gripped the barrel, trying to hold everything back. But it was hard.

It was hard to pretend that Will's cold shoulder didn't hurt her. It was hard to pretend that what she said hadn't hurt him. It was hard to pretend that what she felt for Will three weeks ago was now gone.

She bit her lip and felt a tear slip down. Angry with herself, she reached up and pushed the tears away. She rubbed at her face. She didn't need to be acting like a woman right now. She had to watch the ship.

Jack kept a close eye on the ship as he headed towards it. He didn't know why the compass pointed at the ship, but he had to find out.

As he got closer he noticed the ship was very empty all ready. He stood down on the docks, just before the plank, and stared up at it. There was something about this ship that made his blood pump and heart race.

He shook his head and smiled at himself. He spent too much time on land; he had to get out on the ocean. Now.

Jack raced up the plank and headed towards the helm. And he didn't stop until he heard a gun click on the right side of him. Through the dark, he couldn't tell who it was, but he still turned to the sound. He saw the faint outline of a hat, and baggy clothes. But there was something about this young lad that made his throat dry.

"Just where do you think you're going, sir?" Elizabeth said, clear enough. She had watched as he stood down on the dock then run up the plank. It took her a moment to realize that he was not part of the crew that they had picked up with this ship. But, as she stared at the dark figure before her, her stomach did a flip and her breath hitched.

"Well, lad. I saw this here ship, and I couldn't help meself but ta come over here and take a lil' peak at it," Jack said, staring at the young lad, wondering where he had seen him before.

"I understand, sir. But I have two choices here. Either I kill you, or I escort you off."

Jack thought for a moment, "I like the second choice."

Elizabeth glared at the bloody pirate. "Fine," she said setting her pistol in her belt. She grabbed his elbow and pushed him to the plank.

He stopped there, and straightened his back to his full height. There was a torch lit down at the end of the dock, lighting Elizabeth's face. He stared down into her face, into her eyes.

Elizabeth watched him watching her, and didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to act. She was already on Will's bad side, all she needed now, was for him to come strolling down the docks and see her here with some strange man.

Jack cursed quietly under his breath as he pulled out his compass. When he opened it, it pointed at Elizabeth. And stayed on Elizabeth.

Elizabeth's eyes moved down to the compass he had pulled out. One glance at that, and she knew who it was. A smile broke over her face. Tears pooled in her eyes.

But just as those few things happened, she stared up at Jack. He had his hat pulled down low. And he was breathing deeply. He snapped the compass closed and moved down the plank.

Elizabeth stared at his empty spot for but a moment before she ran down the plank, chasing him. "How did you get here?" She asked him. He hadn't headed towards the town; instead he stood at the end of the dock, staring out over the ocean. At least that's what it looked like to her.

He had his compass out, and was concentrating on it. Trying to make the needle move away from her. To get it off of her. Point at anything but her. But, it wasn't working. He tried to think of rum. He tried gold. But it didn't work.

"What are ye doin' here Elizabeth. Ye should be off marryin' Will," Jack said, snapping his compass closed again.

Elizabeth walked towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder. "After we left you, we went to Tai Dalma's again. And there, we met some one we didn't expect," Elizabeth said with a sigh. He had yet to ask her why she left him like that. Why she tried to kill him. To get rid of him with these feelings running through her. But, she had to get over her feelings for Jack. Had to. The moment they get to Port Royal and everything is cleared up, her and Will were to marry.

If he would still have her, of course.

"Who?"

"Barbossa. We were going to sail to the end of the Earth to find you. But we just needed to find the one spot you loved so," Elizabeth said removing her hand.

"I was going to go back to Singapore. But with Davy after me, I wanted a break from the sea," Jack said, and tried his compass again. When it pointed at Elizabeth, he decided he was starting to hate it.

"Oh," Elizabeth said, not knowing how else to respond. She moved to stand in front of him and pulled his hat back. He was tired, and wore out. She could see it just by glancing at his face. Though the same roughish charm was still there. And in his eyes, there was a war between good and bad, what to do and what not to do. That showed to her again that Jack really is a good man.

"Hold this," Jack whispered, looking into her eyes as he passed her the compass. "Where does it point?"

She opened it, and knew that it would point at Jack. The needle did one quick spin, and then it was on Jack.

"It's pointing... Out at sea," She whispered the lie out, snapping it closed.

Jack smiled lightly, "Figures." He pulled the compass out of her hands, and tied it back to his belt. "It points to the sea for you, and to town for me. Good bye then, love," Jack said, turning on his heal, and pulling his hat back down over his eyes.

Elizabeth watched as he walked away, a lump in her throat and tears wanting to fall. "I'm sorry, Jack," she whispered before he faded with the crowd.

omg, i'm a terrible person, leaving the story just like that, huh? lol, gods, i'm good, lol
so, i have to tell you something, you as being my fellow fanfic readers...regretably...it will be SOME time before there will be another chappy for this...plz, really, PLEASE, don't hate me! lol, so yea, you can check back here in a week or so, and there MIGHT be another one, i dont know...i have the next two days off so...i might be writing the whole time...or reading...i just got a new book, lol...but don't hate me for having the book if i don't update...i'm rambling, huh? i'll stop so you can do your job a leave me a review and such, okies

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