Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot, oh and I forgot to add but I don't own any of these music lyrics that I have sometimes been putting at the beginning of a chapter.

Authors Note: Here is the next chapter, enjoy!

I would like to thank my beta, muse, and friend: snowyjay-chan

Thank you sooo much! Without her this story probably would not exist.

Well that's pretty much all I have to say right now. I can't wait for your reviews!!

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I've got this craving around the clock

And it's got a hold on me

I've had it bad since the moment we met

I can't get no relief

You're the only train of thought on my one track mind

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"There." Jack was kneeling on the deck, tying off the last dock line. They had finally made it to Tortuga. He pulled on the rope, making sure it was secure, then stood up with a groan.

Elizabeth was at the bow, gazing out at the island of Tortuga, a scowl played across her face. She grimaced as the rum scent of this famous island blew threw the air around her. How she hated this island with all it's rum soaked scallywags. Her nose wrinkled in disgust; she would rather be anywhere else in the world but here, on this awful pigsty, which these people call home.

"You ready, 'Lizabeth?" Jack called to her, interrupting her thoughts. Elizabeth turned to face him and nodded, "Lets get it over with." She sighed. Jack, immediately picking up on her mood, grinned. "Ah…come on, luv. You'll get used 't it… sooner or later." he added, seeing the look she was giving him.

"More likely later than sooner." Elizabeth muttered under her breath as she followed Jack off the ship and into the very crowded, and noisy, streets of Tortuga.

"Best stay close luv." Jack said, arching an eyebrow at a fight that broke out near them; there was a trace of a smile on his face.

Bang!

Elizabeth jumped as there was a loud gunshot behind her. She quickly retreated close to Jack, muttered a curse under her breath. "I really hate this island." She muttered; Jack just chuckled, shaking his head.

They continued to walk on in silence for sometime; Elizabeth continuously glancing around, her eyes narrowed.

"Where exactly are we going?" Elizabeth asked, finally breaking the silence. "We 'ave a lot 't do." Jack answered. "Find a crew, get The Pearl repaired, stock her with supplies, and find out exactly where we are going 't find dearest William." He counted off on his fingers thoughtfully.

"We'll be here for a week, at the most." He added, which caused an irritated groan from Elizabeth.

"But fer now we're headin' 't The Faithful Bride to get a drink an' celebrate." Jack said, smiling… there was no comment from Elizabeth.

After a little while Jack turned down an alleyway; Elizabeth hesitated to follow, glancing around apprehensively.

Jack sighed, stopping and glancing back at Elizabeth. "Are ye gonna stay here, all by yerself?" he asked, smirking. Elizabeth glared at him, but soon began to follow.

Jack made several more turns down the dark alleyway, Elizabeth knew she would have gotten lost if she attempted to find her way on her own.

"Are you sure you know where we are going?" she finally asked him, as they turned down another corner. Jack sighed, "Did I not have enough navigational sense to get us here in the first place?" he asked, smiling.

"See here we are." He said jovially as they came upon a small tavern; Jack opened the door and led the way in, Elizabeth followed reluctantly, pulling her hat low to conceal her face.

Jack walked through the pub, gesturing to the bartender to bring two bottles of rum, and sat down at an empty table. Elizabeth slid into the seat next to him, glancing around.

"You really need to relax darling," Jack said, giving the bartender a few shillings. He slid the second drink infront of Elizabeth before drinking from his own.

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It was almost an hour later as Elizabeth led the way out of the tavern, walking quickly around tables and groups of people quarreling. She had enough of this place and couldn't wait to get back to The Pearl. Her attempt to leave was interrupted by someone behind them. "Well, well, well. If it ain't Captain Jack Sparrow" a harsh voice rang out, filled with mockery.

Elizabeth turned quickly to look at who it was, but her view was blocked by Jack who had stepped to the side slightly, infront of her to prevent the man from seeing her. "Heard you were dead." The man slurred.

"Ah, funny story to that if ye ask me." Jack said quickly. "But unfortunately… I was just on me way out, so if you'll just excuse me I'll be--" he was rudely interrupted by a gun being raised by said man and pointed directly at his heart; Jack gulped. Elizabeth peeked around his shoulder to see what was happening.

"Now mate, are ye sure ye want to be doing that?" Jack asked nervously; the pub had gone completely silent.

"Tis no more than you deserve Sparrow." The man spat. "Really, sure ye don't just wanna… talk this out over a bottle of rum?" Jack asked hopefully.

Bang!

Jack felt a warm body slam into him, knocking him to the ground. "Ooofh," he muttered as the wind got knocked out him as he tumbled on the hard ground.

The music had started again and all the fights that were going on before had been resumed. The man who had fired at Jack was currently in a brawl with several other scruffy looking pirates.

Jack raised his head and looked around, trying to spot the person who had knocked him to the ground, getting him out of the path of the bullet. What he saw next terrified him.

Elizabeth was laying on the ground a few feet away from him, face down, not moving.

"Damn it." Jack muttered, his eyes wide. He rushed to her side; grabbing her by the shoulders and gently turning her over…her eyes were squinted shut.

Elizabeth hissed in pain and recoiled from his grasp. 'Thank God she is alive…' Jack thought, relieved. "Were you hit?" he asked her quickly, looking at her pale face.

"I…I don't know." She spoke slowly through gritted teeth. "It feels like someone punched me in the arm." She muttered, feeling a very sharp pain there.

Jack looked at her arm and swore under his breath. There was a red stain of blood appearing on her shirt, just below the shoulder.

Without another word Jack swooped her up in his arms and walked over to one of the barmaids. "We need a room…quickly." The woman nodded, seeing the condition Elizabeth was in, and swiftly led him up the stairs to the second floor where all the rooms were.

"There you go." She said, unlocking a door to a room and opening it. Jack walked in and gingerly set Elizabeth down on the bed, being careful not to hurt her arm.

"Do you need anything, sir?" the woman asked.

"Some cloth…" Jack said, still watching Elizabeth. "And some rum."

The woman left to retrieve the items, returning in just a few minutes. "Will you be needing anything else?" she asked. Jack shook his head. "We're good." The barmaid nodded and disappeared through the door, going back downstairs.

"How are ye luv?" Jack asked walking over to her and sitting on the edge of the bed. Elizabeth shrugged, which caused her arm to sear in pain. "Oh… just lovely." She said through gritted teeth.

Jack smiled bitterly. "I'm gonna 'ave 't look are your arm." Elizabeth eyed him warily. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He said.

Slowly Jack rolled up the sleeve of her shirt and inspected the wound. "Your very lucky." He muttered, straightening up. "The bullet didn't go in 't your arm, only grazed over it. But…I still have 't clean it out."

Jack grabbed one of the rags and placed it gingerly on the wound, wiping off most of the blood; Elizabeth flinched slightly.

"I hate to tell ye, but this is going 't hurt." Jack said, dipping another cloth in the rum. He offered her the bottle; she took it and drank some. "Ready?" Elizabeth nodded.

Jack placed the cloth over the wound, cleaning it but also being as gently as he could. "Damn…" Elizabeth exhaled sharply; her eyes were squinted shut in pain, she grabbed Jack's free hand. "It's alright…I'm almost done." He said, lifting the rag off her arm.

Jack took the last clean cloth and wrapped it around Elizabeth's arm. "There all done luv." Elizabeth sighed, her grip loosening on his hand, but not yet letting go. She was exhausted and her arm was throbbing painfully.

"Just sleep Lizzie…" was the last thing she heard before everything grew dark.

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Elizabeth woke early in the morning to a sharp pain in her arm. She groaned, rolling over on the bed, memories from last night's events flooding her mind.

Slowly she got out of bed, trying not to use her bad arm. She glanced around the room, wondering where Jack was. Elizabeth spotted him, he was sitting in a chair, his boots propped up on the foot of the bed; he appeared to be fast asleep, his hat pulled low over his face.

Elizabeth smiled, slipping on her boots. She quietly closed the door behind her as she left the room, wanting to get some fresh air.

Elizabeth slowly wandered through the streets of Tortuga, which were almost deserted this early in the morning, with the exception of a few people making their way to work. She made it to the beach just as the sun was beginning to rise.

She stood there for a few minutes, just watching it; feeling the cool sea breeze on her face and admiring the light pinks and oranges that were splashed across the sky. 'Tortuga may be awful, but their beaches are beautiful.'

Elizabeth began to walk, not really having a destination. She would glance at the horizon every so often, watching the rising sun.

After a while she grew tired, and her arm began to throb. She sat down in the sand, resting her head on her knees. Her eyes gazed out at the brilliantly blue water, the waves slowly crashing on to the beach.

Elizabeth was shortly interrupted by a hand being placed on her shoulder. She jumped, and would have screamed if another hand had not been placed over her mouth.

"Calm down Lizzie! It's just me." Said the amused voice of Jack, who soon joined her in sitting down on the beach.

"What did you do that for?" Elizabeth asked, irritated. "And how did you know where I was?"

"Followed you." He said simply, chuckling. "You shouldn't be wanderin' these streets after what happened last night, savvy?"

"Ah, so you were worried about me." Elizabeth smirked.

"Did I say that?" Jack arched an eyebrow.
"You must be very observant." He added.

"Oh, yes, I most certainly am." She inclined her head toward him slightly.

Jack's eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you know what else you are?" he asked. "Hmm?" Elizabeth replied.

"A temptress." He breathed, leaning forward also.

There was now only a very small distance between the two. Elizabeth smiled. "Am I really?" she asked, looking into Jack's dark eyes.

"Most definitely." Jack's hand came up to caress Elizabeth's cheek, she closed her eyes. When she opened them she found Jack even closer, her breath caught. How he always managed to do that surprised her.

'Don't do it Elizabeth! What about Will?'

Elizabeth was about to pull away, about to say she couldn't, but she made the mistake of looking into Jack's eyes. Those eyes were her undoing. His dark eyes that were locked on to hers, intently, searchingly.

Too late.

"Jack…" Slowly, oh so slowly, Elizabeth moved forward, closing the distance between them. She felt the heat spread through her body the second their lips touched.

The kiss was gently, unsure, at first, but it grew more desperate, passionate.

Finally they broke apart, Jack was smirking at Elizabeth. "There, that my thanks to you for saving my life."

Elizabeth smiled, "I should do it more often then." She laughed, joking. "Wisest decision I've heard from ye in a while." Jack said, also chuckling.

"Now." Jack said standing up, "What say you to getting us some food?" he offered her his hand.

Elizabeth took it and stood. "Sounds good, captain." She smiled. "I haven't had a real meal in weeks." She said as they began to walk.

Jack slipped am arm around her waist as they walked through the town, and much to his surprise Elizabeth didn't protest.

They were almost to a pub when Jack heard someone calling his name.

"Jack?" the familiar voice called. "Capt'n?"

Jack and Elizabeth both turned at the same time and were greeted by a familiar face walking toward him.

"Mr. Gibbs!"

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There we are, hope you enjoyed it.

Well they seemed to run into Mr. Gibbs. If I recall he was with Will and everyone else. Wow…so he must know what happened to all of them. -coughs-

Can't wait for your reviews!