Jack blinked his eyes open and realised Elizabeth was curled up in his arms in the shelter. It was still dark outside, though he had absolutely no idea what time it was. He breathed her in, smelling sweat and salt and the faintest hint of feminine grace about her. Jack kissed at her hair and realised something quite startling.

He was beginning to care about her.

When they'd first come to this island, she had been beautiful to look at, and very annoying, and nothing more. But somehow, over these days spent with her in isolation, he'd begun to truly admire the spark inside her, waiting to grow into a raging flame. He'd begun to quite like that little smirk, that haughty attitude she had. He liked that she was at once high-born and formal, and yet got her hands dirty scaling fish and lighting fires. She was curious - oh, she was curious, touching him with abandon and wanting more than that. She was good at her core, but she wanted, ultimately, to be a pirate. Jack knew that because she wanted freedom, and there was no freer life than a pirate's life.

But he wanted her to be genuinely happy. He wanted it for her, and the thought terrified him just a little. He stared at Elizabeth's face through the darkness and whispered carefully,

"The things you're doing to me, love…"

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes, and her fingers tightened at Jack's chest. She stared up at him and murmured,

"What's got you awake, Jack?"

"Suppose I was just contemplating that I do not much care for the plans you've got conjured up for when we get rescued, love."

"My plans," Elizabeth repeated. A look crossed her face. "Marrying James Norrington, you mean."

"That would be one piece of the equation, yes," Jack confirmed. He sucked on his bottom lip and shrugged a little. 'I'd say that I'll miss you, Lizzie, but I'll be too busy swinging from a noose to miss anybody."

Elizabeth looked horrified, and her eyes watered. She shook her head.

"No. If James wants to marry me, he'll have to pardon you," she said. "I'll not watch you hang. Absolutely not."

"You don't have to come that day, love," Jack said lightly, but Elizabeth laced her fingers into his dreadlocks and whispered,

"I will not let you die."

"All of this is assuming that some ship, someday, decides to spare us a second glance. Or a first glance," Jack reminded her. "We may well just shrivel up on this island, and -"

"You said that wasn't going to happen," Elizabeth said sharply. "You said that Jack Sparrow did not die on this island."

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please," he whispered, and she edged her lips closer to his as she informed him,

"You are infuriating. Positively infuriating."

"Better than being negatively infuriating." Jack smiled against her lips. "We're here and alive right now. Soon enough, if we're lucky, you'll be taken away from me and given to some other man, and I'll be dropped and strangled to the death for all the dastardly deeds I've done. So let's just live on this island while we can, Lizzie, before it all gets taken away one way or another."

"Taken away from you." Elizabeth pulled back and stared at Jack, barely visible in the dark shelter. "I'll be taken away… from you."

Jack huffed. "You know what I mean."

She kissed him suddenly, crashing her mouth against his, and she thrust her tongue between his lips. Jack groaned a bit at the way she'd so eagerly moved on him, and he kissed her back in earnest. For a long, long while, they did nothing but kiss, lying there with him holding her, and it gradually became the most comfortable thing in all the world. Jack had never, ever been this comfortable, he didn't think. Never had he felt so content as he did right now. Perhaps when he was at the helm of the Black Pearl. It'd be a fight to figure that one out.

Eventually he started to go hard, and she began panting through the kisses, and he realised she wanted something more. Jack started hiking up her skirt on instinct, and Elizabeth murmured against his lips,

"Take me, Jack."

He scoffed gently against he and touched at her cheekbone with his knuckles. "Can't do that to you, love. The Commodore will want you… unsullied… on your wedding night."

"Oh, bugger that!" Elizabeth exclaimed, startling Jack a little. He scowled at her in surprised as she hiked her own dress up around her hips and untied her open drawers. Jack felt his eyes go round as saucers as she shoved them down and rolled onto her back. "Come here, Jack."

"Elizabeth." His fingers flew to untie his breeches, and even as he yanked his cock out, he protested, "We can't be doing this, love."

"Why not? I'm on an island where no passing ship gives us any heed. We're going to die here, Jack, and you know it damned well. So why won't you just take me? Please? Please."

She was begging him to fuck her. Jack shut his eyes and tried to process that. Beautiful, achingly beautiful Elizabeth Swann was begging to be rutted to him, by Captain Jack Sparrow. He let out a shaking breath and resolved to pull out of her in more than enough time. What he would not do was to put a child in her on this island - or anywhere else.

But he would give her what she wanted, because he wanted it, too.

"The things you do to me, love," he said, for the second time that night. He moved to hover over Elizabeth, clamping a hand onto her breast through the thin material of her underdress. He thumbed her nipple, which had peaked hard, and he whispered down to her, "If you don't stop me right now, rather irreversible things are like to happen, Lizzie."

"Do it." She hissed the two words up at him, sending a shiver down his spine. She nodded firmly. "Do it. Take me, Jack. Here, in this shelter you built for me, on this island where we go unseen. Do it. Please."

"Right; I won't make you ask again." Jack pushed her legs apart and aimed his cock at her entrance. He started to push in, feeling tight warmth snug around his tip. He hesitated when he hit the spongy barrier of her inexperience, and he watched Elizabeth's face twist and warp with pain. Her mouth dropped open, and she gasped,

"Why does it hurt?"

"Because you've never done it, love; it'll stop in a moment." He pushed in a little harder, feeling the rip beneath him and knowing it was all done now. He'd ruined whatever Norrington would have hoped to find. He squeezed his eyes shut and started to move, started to roll his hips against Elizabeth's. She wouldn't find a climax like this, he thought. Lying on her back being taken for the first time. She would need different positions, different stimulation to reach her peak. And he'd give it to her time and time again, even if he couldn't do it this time. He bent down and whispered into her ear as he moved,

"I'll give you pleasure the other times, love. Promise."

"Pleasure?" She moaned the word, and he realised she was enjoying this. She arched up against him, lacing her arms around him, and she blinked her eyes open. "Mmm… I do feel… pleasure."

"Ye gods, Elizabeth." Jack bucked his hips rather wildly, feeling damp heat hugging his cock as he did. He felt her hands convulse on his shoulder blades, and he realised he was seconds away from coming. He yanked himself out of her body and used his left thumb to rub at her clit, drawing circles, as he pumped his left hand on his sticky, wet cock. He came hard, his come spurting out in erratic jets onto the sand as his body flushed white hot. His left hand pressed hard on Elizabeth's nub, and soon after Jack came onto the sand, Elizabeth was shaking and moaning, her walls clenching round Jack's fingers. In the dim moonlight, he could see a few spots of blood on the inside of her thighs, evidence of what he'd done to her. As she recovered, he stared at the way his come had mixed with the sand inside the shelter.

"Well," he huffed, feeling breathless and dizzy, "This ought to be fun to clean up."

In the morning, Jack went out into the water in nothing but his breeches, deciding that he needed a good swim to cleanse himself of what he'd done to Elizabeth. He descended underwater and swam as far out as he could manage, and when he came up again, he blinked and saw Elizabeth standing on the shore, staring at him. Jack began to swim back in, and Elizabeth hiked up her skirt where she stood. He watched in wonder as she stripped off her dress, revealing her naked body. Jack had never actually seen her naked before. Now he did, in her full glory. Beautiful round little breasts, a flat stomach, narrow but shapely hips. She was absolutely beautiful, he thought, and he gulped where he stood in the water. Elizabeth began to wade out toward him, and as she did, he called,

"Best not linger in the water with that blood between your legs, lass. You'll call the sharks."

Elizabeth looked shocked, but she declared,

"I'll be quick. Just need… a rinse. It's been a while."

"So it has." Jack tipped his head. She was staring at his gunshot wounds, at his scars on his hard chest, he knew. He sniffed a little as she approached him. Then she asked him,

"Are we going to talk about it?"

"About what?" Jack replied dimly, and Elizabeth nodded.

"I suppose not, then."

Were they going to talk about how he'd taken her body rather impulsively and far too quickly in a dark shelter with both of them clothed? Were they going to discuss that that was how she'd lost her virginity - clothed, marooned, to Captain Jack Sparrow? No, they were probably not going to discuss that. Jack cleared his throat and sighed.

"Look, love -"

"Jack…" Elizabeth's voice carried warning, and she stared over his shoulder. He cleared his throat.

"Obviously, if the circumstances had been more opportune, I would have made the occasion more -"

"Jack! Look!" Elizabeth jabbed a finger behind him. Jack whirled around, expecting to see a shark in the water.

But it was no shark. It was a merchant vessel.

This time the vessel passed so close to the island that they could actually see men moving aboard her decks. Jack swam toward the ship, hollering at them, but they ignored him entirely. Then the men aboard the merchant vessel did something very, very strange.

They began dropping crates and barrels overboard.

Jack and Elizabeth rushed to shore to dress, and once the crew began dumping their loot overboard, Jack looked at Elizabeth and said in confusion,

"They're dropping supplies."

"Supplies for us?" Elizabeth was baffled. Jack shrugged and pointed out,

"They aren't stopping, love, but they're throwing supplies overboard at our tiny island. Strange coincidence, isn't it?"

He swam back out to sea and dragged in the crates and the barrels. Inside the barrels was fresh water, they found, and inside the crates were wool blankets, a fishing net, hammocks, medicines and bandages, a signal mirror (which they found bizarre since apparently no ships could see them), and loads of food and wine. The food was hardtack, dried mutton, dried fish, and dried tropical fruits.

As Jack and Elizabeth jumped up and down and screamed at the ship, trying to get them to come near, they sailed away. Elizabeth stared at the supplies the ship had dropped for them, and she stamped her foot in frustration.

"What the devil sort of ship sails so very, very close, ignores you swimming out to it, drops supplies for us, and sails away?" Elizabeth growled and kicked sand in rage. But then she settled a little, and a strange, wild grin crossed her face. She laughed rather maniacally and said, "They bought us time, Jack. That ship bought us time with these supplies. Time and some relative degree of comfort. You won't be hanged. I won't have to marry James. And we can stay here a little longer without dying of hunger or thirst."

She smiled blissfully at him, backing away with her arms extended, laughing a bit. Jack felt an odd pit in his stomach and shook his head a bit.

"No, Elizabeth," he countered, "this is not good. Something rotten's happened here. Something cursed and rotten. Don't be grateful for these supplies, come from a ship that ignored us while seeming to know we were here. There's nothing good in that, is there, Lizzie?"

"I don't care anymore," Elizabeth declared, and she reached into one of the food crates and pulled out a piece of salted mutton. She began to chew at it, smirking at Jack. He realised she'd been entirely taken by this fantasy they were living, and he gulped. He stared out to sea, watching the merchant ship disappear over the horizon, and he shook his head again.

"Not good," he mumbled, and he reached for a bottle of red wine.

Author's Note: What is this bizarre phenomenon keeping them on the island? Will they ever get "rescued"? What will their life be like with their new load of supplies? Will they "do it" more properly? Thanks for your patience with my upload delay - the Christmas ball/party was suuuuper fun! Thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW if you get a second!