Aphrodite's Message

Summary: DMC didn't happen. When Jack Sparrow comes to visit, Elizabeth starts to doubt her feelings toward Will. But at the same time, she doubts her feelings for Jack. That's when a strange woman appears. A woman named Aphrodite. The Goddess of Love. She's here to help Elizabeth find where her true feelings lie, and even find out which of those two men truly love her...

Disclaimer: If I owned Jack and Will... well, it'd be VERY interesting. And if I owned all of this, I'd tell you who I would get together. But I won't tell you... MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ha.

Chapter One: Unexpected

Elizabeth Swann smiled softly as her fiance, Will Turner, broke the kiss they had been sharing.

"Nice to see you, Mr. Turner," She giggled, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Likewise, Miss Swann," He smirked. But Elizabeth couldn't help notice the worried look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I think- I think I saw the Black Pearl." He whispered. Elizabeth looked around her house to make sure that nobody was listening in, especially the gossipy maids.

"How could that be?" She hissed, "Jack was supposed to-"

Will shook his head. "Since when does Jack listen to good reasoning?"

"True."

Six months ago, Captain Jack Sparrow had drawn Will and Elizabeth into one of his schemes, and that had led into a huge adventure to rescue Elizabeth and get the Pearl back. But you all know that. Let's get to the real story.

"I would have at least thought that Gibbs would put some sense into him," Elizabeth sighed.

Will grinned. "My money was on that woman named Anamaria. Quite fiesty."

Elizabeth looked thoughtful. "Why would he be here?" She asked.

Will shrugged. "Just to see us, I guess."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "That's quite unlikely, I'm afraid."

"Oh, is it now?" A familar voice came. The two whirled around to see Jack Sparrow himself standing in the doorway.

"How-why-what!" Elizabeth spluttered.

"You know, this place has really bad security," Jack commented, walking over to her. He eyed Will.

"And really, your father leaving you alone with a man? Tsk, tsk, Miss Swann."

"Where's the ship?" Will asked. Elizabeth noticed that he had a very controlled voice, but there was a note of excitement in it. She knew that Will was having a hard time deciding where his path lay.

"She's hidden off in a cave," Jack said conversationally, "With skeletons and all of that. Not much gold to be found."

"So you're here for gold?" Will sounded somewhat relieved, for some reason.

"Actually," Jack answered, turning to Elizabeth, "I came here for the wedding. Congratulations, by the way."

He smiled eerily and kissed Elizabeth's hand. For some reason, she felt a strange burning sensation traveling up her spine as he did this.

"Mr.-"

"Captain."

"Captain Sparrow, I really do think that it would be best if you went into better hiding."

Jack arched an eyebrow. "Please, Elizabeth, talk to me like you're a normal human being."

She sighed. "You need to go back to the ship, and get a disguise."

"That would make things a lot easier," Will agreed.

"Fine," Jack muttered, "Just meet me at the ship tonight. We'll... catch up on old times."

"What old times?" Elizabeth laughed. But as she looked at Jack's face, she wondered why she felt that strange feeling.

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The crew really was quite restless when not sailing. Gibbs was slopping rum all over himself. Cotton had a nervous twitch in his eye, and his parrot kept on saying

"Barbossa's a pathetic monkey"

which Gibbs translated to

"I'm incredibly nervous".

But Anamaria was the scariest of all. She was acting like a village mother, trying to make meals and laughing at the stupidest things. Needless to say, her cooking sent most of the crew to the edge of the boat so that they could throw up, but she seemed oblivious to that.

Elizabeth sat on a stool, tapping her foot as Gibbs prepared to make a toast. Everyone was too afraid of what Jack would say.

"To Ell and Willezabeth," He slurred, "And most importantly, to rum!"

With that, he fell over. Most of the crew cheered in agreement to this, but soon went silent as Anamaria bustled -yes 'bustled'- over.

"I can't believe you would do this to yourself," She muttered fondly to herself as she dragged Gibbs into the galleys.

Jack stood up, looking a bit stunned that for once, he was sober enough to make a proper toast.

"To Will and Elizabeth!"

Everyone agreed and clinked glasses. Elizabeth lay her head against Will's shoulder, but couldn't help seeing Jack's face as he stared at her.

It had a look of sorrow and passion in it behind that humorous mask.

What Jack didn't know was that someone was looking at him the same way.

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Elizabeth walked down the stairs silently, contemplating what had gone on. She and Will were about to leave, which was a good thing, for then she could be out of Sparrow's sight, and she wouldn't have those strange feelings.

"Elizabeth?" Came a husky voice from behind her as she reached the bottom.

Elizabeth turned.

Only to be swept up into the arms of Jack Sparrow, and have his come to hers.

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This story could go both ways, I guess. My second one technically, but I deleted the other POTC fic I had going...