Summary: "Ye forget, Miss Swann, that we're more alike than ye think." After the meeting of the Brethren Court, Elizabeth finally confronts Jack. During AWE. One-shot.
He Always Knows
The last of the pirates had left the Great Hall. All but two, that was. Jack Sparrow, Pirate Lord of the Caribbean, absently circled the long table, tracing the cuts and grooves left in the wood by the pirates. Elizabeth Swann, Pirate Lord of Singapore and Pirate King, stood a few feet away from the head of the table, watching him.
"Jack." It was the Pirate King who spoke first. "I need to talk to you."
"Well, go on then." He encouraged, not even glancing up at her. "It's not like there's anythin' stoppin' ye."
She remained silent still, gathering her thoughts. Her companion looked up after a long moment, as if to make sure she was still there, then let his gaze fall back to the table.
Elizabeth's lips finally spoke on their own accord, breaking the silence. "I missed you."
Jack scoffed quietly. "Ye killed me, ye know."
She was taken aback by how sudden the topic came to his words. "I-yes. Yes, I did."
"Why'd ye do it?"
"Jack, I already told you why."
"'It's after you, not the ship. It's not us. This is the only way, don't you see?'" He mocked. Their eyes locked as he circled her way for the hundredth time. His dark orbs darkened even more. "'I'm not sorry.'"
Elizabeth backed away from the table as he broke off from his circling and approached her directly. She was at an utter loss for words, emotion choking her up. "Jack…"
"What I've gathered is that your sorry excuse on the Pearl was only half the truth." Jack pressed. "Ye forget, Miss Swann, that we're more alike than ye think. Peas in a pod. Two sides of the same coin. I can see right through ye. Now, do ye want to tell the rest of it, or do ye want me to for ye?"
"It's Elizabeth. Not Miss Swann." She murmured, backing up as he continued advancing towards her.
"Well, Elizabeth, the other reason ye killed me…Ye were afraid to face the truth. That I've somehow managed to work me way into ye. That ye're not sure 'bout William anymore. An' ye don't want to break the lad."
She could feel her eyes begin to well up, could feel regret at starting the conversation. "Stop. Jack, please."
"I can see right through ye, but ye can't see through me." He sounded thoughtful. "Curious."
"I'm so sorry, Jack."
As she left the room, she heard him whisper something after her. "I know."