AN-So, guys, I'm working on a Pirates of the Caribbean story. It doesn't have any spoilers from the second movie, so never fear if you haven't seen it yet. (You should!) -Ahem- Yes, anyway, the story's set in a kind of limbo...what would have happened if Jack had been pardoned and had lived in Port Royal after the conclusion of the first movie.

"I love you," Captain Jack Sparrow whispered in the ear of his lover, of his friend. He couldn't suppress a smile as he realized that, for the first time in his life, he meant it. He loved her.

"I love you too, Cap'in," his lover murmured back, bringing her foul Captain closer to her. She kissed the pirate fiercely, simply because she could. Because he was hers. Her good man.

Jack Sparrow lay with her for a long time that night, knowing that she was a liar. Knowing that what she claimed to feel for him was just a side effect of being a spurned lover. Knowing that she was an honest one, and an honest one who was doing something incredibly...stupid.


Jack Sparrow knew that what had happened would not last. So when he woke the next morning, alone, he was somehow not surprised. Not in the slightest.

Nor was he the least bit shocked to see Elizabeth back with her Will Turner within the week. She had apologized for whatever it was she had done wrong, promised she would die without him, and sworn that there was no one else for her.

The two were married before the month came to a close.

Captain Sparrow did not attend the ceremony as the free man he was, as requested by the ever-trusting William, but opted instead to lurk in the shadows and sigh, to mourn the loss of the only love he'd ever known, the only love he felt he ever would know.

He was wrong. Quite wrong because, nine months later, Elizabeth bore to Will Jack's second love.

On December the fifth, Elizabeth Turner presented her husband with a pirate's child.