A/N: Gasp I'm baaack :) I'm SO sorry for the looooong delay. How long has it been? 5 months? Wow. I let my crew down! I'm dreadfully sorry. Life's been pretty bad these last few months. :( But it's okay now :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Forgive me if my pirate dialouge isn't as good as it used to be and if the dialouge isn't exactly like the movie's..it's been a while :)

Disclaimer: No..I still don't own anything. Not that I didn't try to over these last 5 months :) heh heh...

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The sun was burning. The Black Pearl was completely destroyed from it's battle with the Kraken. The rest of the crew were scurrying into the rescue boat. Everyone except Jack and Elizabeth. She needed to thank him for coming back. For rescuing them. Jack was tracing the ship's mast absently, clearly not wanting to leave his beloved ship. Elizabeth walked slowly over to him.

"Thank you, Jack," she had said quietly.

Jack slowly turned around to face her. She was as beautiful as ever. Even more so in her pirate wardrobe. Her deep, chocolate eyes were soft on his.

"We're not free yet, love. . ." he had said to her sadly. His voice was deeply saddened. The Pearl to him was like his baby. And he was about to abandon it. . .again.

". . .You came back. . ." Elizabeth protested, "I always knew you were a good man. . ."

She was moving closer to him. With every step she felt her heart beat faster and faster. As she moved closer to him, Jack was feeling weaker and weaker. There eyes were locked on each others'.

She needed him.

He needed her.

When she finally reached him, she slowly leaned in. She gritted her teeth. Jack seemed puzzled. What was she doing?

Elizabeth leaned in even closer.

Needing to feel her lips against his, Jack closed the distance between them. Their kiss was passionate, full of hunger. Elizabeth reached her hand up to the side of his face. She could taste the spicy rum in Jack's breath. It was breathtaking. Suddenly feeling weak with the kiss, Elizabeth pushed Jack backwards so that he walked into the mast.

Jack was spell-bound. Her kiss was dazziling. He loved the feeling of her soft lips against his, and so did she.

Suddenly, Jack felt a chain being attatched to his wrist and the mast. Elizabeth slowly pulled away, and fastened the lock on the chain.

Trapped.

Her face was locked in determination. Her eyes seemed to be on fire.

Jack was confused for a moment, then a sly smile crept to his lips.

"It's after you Jack, not us. . . don't you get it?"

She locked her eyes on his.

". . .I'm not sorry. . ." she had whispered.

Jack stared at her for a moment.

". . .Pirate. . ." he whispered back with a hint of of a growl in his voice.

She heard Gibbs calling her into the boat. With her eyes locked on his, she ran to the boat and climbed in. Once she had gotten in, she saw Will's face. He wasn't happy, she could clearly see that.

Did he see it?

"Where's Jack?" he asked, bitterness in his voice.

". . .He likes to stay behind," she had said to him. She looked at Gibbs, who's eyes were pained. He knew what that meant. His eyes traveled to the top of the ship, hesistating to leave without their captain.

"GO!" Elizabeth had exclaimed. Her voice was cracking. The tears had begun to well in her eyes. She knew that this was the last they would see of Captain Jack Sparrow.

At her command, Gibbs rowed the boat out of it's red zone. With each row, Elizabeth felt herself being torn. Then the tears started to fall.

She watched the Black Pearl. . .and Jack becoming more distant from her. Then, she saw the Kraken take the life of the ship. She was traumatized. The tears flowed down her cheeks.

The beast had won.

Jack. . .Captain Jack Sparrow. . .was gone.

Elizabeth awoke from the dream. Immediately, she felt herself breaking. As her eyes became more clear of her surroundings, she saw Will sleeping beside her. His back was turned to her face. She slowly got up from the bed, needing to be by herself. She quietly crept across the floor and to the door. Before she exited, she glanced back at Will. She then opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind her.

She felt completely numb. She couldn't feel anything. All she felt was agony. She walked down the creaking stairs of Tia Dalma's treehouse. Thankfully, the entire crew was asleep, even Tia. She walked to the door of the house and opened it. The sun was slightly showing behind the horizon. She climbed down the ladder and sat in the sand where she had the night before. The mug she had thrown was shattered beside her. She breathed heavily.

She had nothing left.

Nothing, except an empty heart.

She kicked her feet in the sand with little force. She didn't have much energy, nor force or will. She studied the swamp that flowed in front of her. As she continued to kick the sand, she felt an object hit her feet. She pulled her eyes away from the water and looked down. Her eyes widened.

It was his compass.

Slightly in denial, she slowly reached for the compass and pulled it towards her. Once the compass was directly in front of her eyes, she studied it. She traced it with her finger. A fresh new pool of tears welled in her eyes. She didn't just feel the compass in her palm. . . she felt him. She remembered Jack telling her that this compass would show you to the thing you wanted most in this world.

When she used it, it pointed to Jack. She automatically assumed it was broken at first. But now, she knew it wasn't broken.

She wanted him. More than anything on this bloody planet.

Her breath became shaky. Her chest shook. She hung her head, the compass held against it. She sobbed again. She hated herself. . .more than she could ever imagine.

After minuets of sobbing, she pulled her head from its hanging position. She clutched the compass in her hand and opened it. The compass's needle bounced in various directions before settling on the N. Elizabeth looked in front of her.

Nothing. Nothing except the swamp.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" she screamed. She threw the compass. It landed on the shore of the swamp.

"HE'S GONE!!!" she yelled furiously to herself. She collapsed onto the sand in suicidal pain.

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He was close. He could sense it. He was utterly exhausted. The pain burned throughout his body. His chest heaved. His muscles burned. But he could sense it. He swam closer to the swamp.

Mercifully, there was a large rock before the enterance to her swamp. He collapsed himself onto it, coughing up spitfulls of seawater. He panted heavily.

He was Jack Sparrow.

A/N: How'd you like? Please send me reviews! I'll be very very sad if I don't!! All of my crewmates, come back! Haha. Okay well pleasee review, and I'll TRY not to make it another 5 months for the next update ;)