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 Three: Aphrodite

Elizabeth turned around and gasped.

"Who are you?"

A woman stood smiling at her, looking like she had no care in the world. She was very beautiful, tall and slender, with pale skin like the color of the moon, sapphire blue eyes, and wavy black hair.

"My name is Aphrodite," She stated.

Elizabeth looked at her blankly. "Aphro-who?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "Curse the British," She muttered under her breath. "Of course, the Greeks(a/n: Either that or the Romans) worshipped me, but but the people nowadays? No."

"What are you talking about, and how did you get on this ship!" Elizabeth screamed.

"Look," Aphrodite sighed, "Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, fertility, all of that useless stuff..." She gave Elizabeth a bright smile. "I'm here to help you discover who you love."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "I must have eaten too much of Anamaria's cooking last night..." She murmured.

But Aphrodite did look a bit like she was a goddess. With her beauty, the way she was dressed-a strapless white slip.

"All right," Elizabeth finally agreed, "You're a goddess. Now, who do I love?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out."

"What! Surely you can tell me."

Aphrodite looked reminisent. "Ah, yes, I could, but with that Queen Guinevere incident... I told her that she really loved Lancelot, and that kingdom went up in flames..."

She turned back to Elizabeth. "All I can tell you is, you'll have a hard time."

"Really?" Elizabeth asked sarcastically.

"Now," Aphrodite said, "Let's go over the facts." An image of Jack was conjured up into thin air, making Elizabeth gasp in shock. Aphrodite wrinkled her nose.

"Oh, get over it," She sighed, "This is, as you know, Jack Sparrow. Is a pirate, probably no real plans for the future, and toys with women's hearts. But, maybe you love him. Does he love you? Hmm..."

The image of Jack was replaced by one of Will.

"Will Turner. Blacksmith's apprentice, but has a secret longing to be a pirate. Infatuated with you from day one. But does he love you?"

"That was a great help," Elizabeth grumbled.

"Hey, there are more tests," Aphrodite said defensively.

"Like...?"

"Let's look back on your life," Aphrodite smirked, "Who saved your life. Oh, tsk tsk, both did... Hmm, which one have you kissed? Ah, both again. But you can't love both of them, right Elizabeth?"
"Right."

Aphrodite flipped her hair. "This'll be the most fun I've had in centuries! I'll be back, have to go play tennis with Loki."

"Tennis?" Elizabeth asked.

"Future game," Aphrodite supplied, "Too bad it's Loki I have to play with, the jerk always hits on me, and his disguise is an old man!"

With that, she was gone.

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Elizabeth wandered on deck that night, thinking of the day's incidents. That's when she disocovered it. A ring that was much smaller than the one Will had given her. Just tied to the rail.

And next to it was a note.

Marry me, Elizabeth?

Captain Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth gasped, and a familar voice came in an excited tone.

"Hey, that's what Loki did with me!"

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Yes, I know it's short, just had to introduce Aphrodite. Btw, Loki is the God of Mischief.