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 Two: Two Fine Men

Elizabeth was willing herself to pull away, but for some strange reason... she couldn't. She found herself melting in Jack's arms and sighing. But her common sense suddenly caught up with her, and she jerked away, eyes wide with amazment as Jack smirked at her.

"Why thank you, Elizabeth."

"You rat," She hissed in his face, but couldn't help faltering. "W-what happened to 'coming to see the wedding'? With this going on, there'll be no wedding!"
"Exactly," Jack said proudly. "Dear William is a good man, but surely you want more, Elizabeth."

"I have enough," She whispered. But did she?

"Sure you do," Jack smiled, "But I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, lass. I get what I want."

And he left Elizabeth standing alone, shivering at his touch.

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"I will be faithful," Elizabeth muttered to herself as she stacked some of her clothes. Will had(unfortunately) negotiated an agreement so that they would be voyaging with Jack Sparrow.

It was too bad that this was all Jack's doing so that he could capture Turner's bride-to-be.

Elizabeth smiled slightly as a pair of arms went around her waist, and she turned to find Will. She laced her arms around his neck, gazing at his face. It was certain that Will was every bit as handsome as Jack, maybe even more so. But Jack wanted her. Did Will have that wanting? Was it puppy love?

But Elizabeth closed her eyes contentedly as Will kissed her, as if nothing was going on. Well, Will kissed every bit as good as Jack as well.

No, Elizabeth thought to herself, I can't think of Jack kissing me. Especially when I'm kissing Will.

She soon found herself passionately responding to the kiss, just as she had with Sparrow. Maybe she didn't have feelings for him at all...

After they broke the kiss, Will murmured in her ear

"It's time to go."

Elizabeth sighed. Will said that Jack needed him for the voyage, but was it more? No, Will would probably remain a blacksmith. Which life did she want, Jack's wild one, or Will's placid one?

As she followed Will out the door, him carrying her bags affectionately, Elizabeth really wondered. Which man did she love?

And which man loved her?

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As they sailed, there was a noticeable change in the crew, which was first noticed when Jack asked Anamaria to make him something to eat.

"Make it yourself, you filthy creature!" She yelled, slapping him.

Yes, things were back to normal.

Elizabeth walked to the edge of the ship and looked into the sea. She then turned and looked at Jack and Will, who were talking conversationally to each other. How could Jack be so... cruel? Talk to a man like they were friends one minute, kissing his fiancee the next?

"They're both fine men," Came a voice. Elizabeth turned to see Anamaria.

"Yes," She whispred, "Two fine men."

"You aren't having doubts, are you?" Anamaria asked. Elizabeth shook her head quickly.

"Anamaria, how did you get to know Jack anyway?"

The african woman shrugged. "I was taken prisoner, as a slave in Tortuga, where Jack was. Jack and I got... got closer... and finally, when I thought he was in love with me, he tricked me and stole my boat."

Anamaria stared squarely at Elizabeth.

"There's something you need to know about Jack Sparrow. When he loved a woman, he really loves her. But if he doesn't, he doesn't."

Elizabeth felt her heart turn cold with fear. If Jack loved her...

'I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. I get what I want.'

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Elizabeth sighed as she sat down on her bed that night.

"Who do I love?" She sighed to herself. The door to her cabin suddenly swung open. She turned sharply to see Jack waltzing in.

"So, have you thought about my offer?" He grinned.

"What offer?" Elizabeth asked, her voice cold but shaky.

"My offer to take you away from Turner, and let you marry me."
"You really are a vain creature, Jack."

"I know," He whispered, his mouth near her neck. She flinched at his breath touching her skin. "But that's why you can't resist me."

With that, he walked off.

That's when a sweet, mischeivous voice came.

"Tsk, tsk, Elizabeth. Whatever happened to that refined British lady?"

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Who do you think it is? R and R!