Summary: Elizabeth loses a bet to Jack and must pay the price- one night in his cabin. However, she learns another side to the pirate, one she could have never known existed. Jack/OC. Sparrabeth. Willabeth. Part 1 in DMC, part 2 post AWE. T for suggestiveness. Complete in 2 parts.

A Bloody Act

"Bloody pirate!" Elizabeth Swann scowled. She'd just lost a bet to Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl.

She angrily threw her deck of cards onto the poor wooden table as Jack smirked at her in triumph.

"What's wrong, love? Don't like the terms ye agreed to anymore?" He teased, mischief in his eyes.

"Ye want to play?" He asked, caught off-guard.

"Yes." She'd responded.

"What's your bet then?" An eyebrow raised curiously.

She seemed to know the only thing he'd agree to. "I'll spend tonight in your cabin. But," A pause for effect,"You cannot touch me in a way that will compromise my honor."

He thought for a moment. "Very well."

"And your bet?" Elizabeth countered.

Jack looked genuinely surprised, as if he didn't expect her to ask. "Er...I'll attempt to leave ye alone for the rest o' the voyage."

She nodded, seemingly satisfied, and held out her hand for him to shake.

He shook it.

"Bet." They chorused.

"I just didn't think I would lose!" She retorted, frowning. "Jack Sparrow, I hope you remember what I said about-"

"I remember." He cut her off. "Don't worry, darlin', I'll leave your honor for your beloved William." His smirk widened as she flushed red. He stood up. "See ye tonight."

*X*

Jack emerged from his cabin not long after the sunset. The sky was dark, reflected by the gentle waves of the sea. The stars shone brightly, breaking up the darkness here and there. The moon provided a soothing light too, making the water look even more majestic. The breeze made the warm air feel slightly cooler. It was a perfect night.

Apparently Elizabeth felt the same, for he found her staring out over the open water. She was leaning against the railing of the starboard side of the Pearl, her forearms dangling over the water. He took up a position similar, a mere couple of feet away.

"Come to take me to your cabin?" She spoke first, her voice hinting at annoyance.

"Not yet." He responded, all animated emphasis gone from his voice. "Jus' enjoyin' the evenin' weather's all."

"Really?" She sounded doubtful.

Offended, Jack stalked off towards the rigging to the main mast. If she wasn't going to let him think peacefully, he'd go somewhere she wouldn't be.

"Where are you going?" She inquired, puzzled at his sudden movement.

"Somewhere ye aren't." He responded, irritation in his voice.

"What did I say?" Elizabeth asked firmly.

He ignored her and began climbing the rigging. He'd made it no more than a couple of feet up when she raced over and gripped his foot.

"Jack!"

"What do ye want?" He demanded coldly.

"What did I say wrong?" She repeated.

"I'll tell ye later." Jack growled.

He pulled his ankle free and resumed the climb to the crow's nest.

*X*

When Jack returned to his cabin, Elizabeth was already there. She was sitting in a chair at the table that made up his desk. She glanced up as the door slammed shut.

"You're not still angry, are you?" She asked.

"I'm not." He gave a resounding sigh, kicking his boots off and placing his effects on the desk. He plopped down on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. "Shouldn't 'ave taken it out on ye either."

"But you were upset with me, were you not?" Her brow furrowed.

"Not particularly." He admitted. "More angry with meself than anythin'."

"Why?" Elizabeth finally got up and moved to approach him.

"It's all a bloody act." Jack growled, finally looking up at her. His voice softened when he saw her flinch. He dropped his pirate accent, taking up his native English one. He cocked his head at her. "Didn't you notice?"

"Notice what? What's an act?" She questioned.

He snorted lightly, fondly, at her naive manner. But his face darkened again, his voice a murmur of grief. "You're just like her…"

He expected another onslaught of questions, but to his surprise, she said nothing. There was a long silence, until a gasp of realization came from her. He stared at the planking of the cabin floor, not reacting to her sitting beside him.

"What was her name?" Elizabeth asked softly.

"Alice." Jack replied after a long moment. "Her name was Alice Raven." He paused briefly. "Green eyes, black hair, gentlest face. She looked for the good in everyone. Wasn't a trace of evil in her. Everything she did she did because she believed it to be right."

"What happened to her?"

"Barbossa." He spat. "The night he mutinied on me, he had us pulled out on deck. He shot her. I tried so hard to get to her, but then he shot me- twice. I flipped over the Pearl's railing and landed in the water. I don't remember much else, except for just floating there. He threw me my effects, leaving the pistol with a single shot. Then he left, just took off with my ship."

"So you weren't going after Captain Barbossa just because of the Black Pearl." She murmured.

He shook his head. "I went after him to avenge her. After ten years, I did it."