Author's Note: My, my, I started this thing on the first day of the year. Whoa. Guys, I know you're going to hate me for this, but this is technically the last chapter. Yeah, I know. But if you review and beg me, I might write an epilogue. Maybe. Lots of Sparrabeth goodness in this chapter. YAY! What are you reading this for??? Read the story!

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own PotC. I also own Johnny Depp, the Louvre, and I'm the secret lost princess of Spain. Yeah.

Jack woke up the next morning.

The ship was in such turmoil that no one actually knew when he woke up or how. Gibbs reported that he sprung out of bed like he could do twenty back flips. Elizabeth sincerely doubted that. Pintel said that he immediately took over the ship casually and threw Barbossa overboard. Also unlikely, considering that Barbossa was on the ship and still acting as captain. Her favorite was Jack suddenly sitting up, screaming, "I NEED RUM! THERE WASN'T ANY RUM!"

She had been avoiding Jack and putting off the talk that he had promised. He seemingly hadn't bothered to pursue her, which she outwardly was fine with, but inside she just wanted to drag him to his own cabin and shag him until they both could barely see straight. She was sure that the latter would get the point across better.

"Bloody pirate," Elizabeth muttered. The sun was only just starting to set, the golden rays of light reflected off the sea. They could see the sunset now-the opening to Worlds End has closed once again and they were off-to where was still a mystery to her. But she didn't care much, anymore. She had no real reason to return to Port Royal. But, if she didn't return, then what did she want?

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Jack's rather sudden appearance next to her startled her. She looked out at the horizon, to look anywhere but at said pirate.

"Yes, it is." There was silence for a moment. Elizabeth thought of something.

"Jack, could I see your compass?"

"And why would you be wanting that, love?" She could already see the smirk on his face. She turned to face him.

"I just want to check something. Now can I have it?" A glare in his direction. His grin widened.

"No. Persuade me."

"Jack. I want the compass. Give it to me, now!"

"As I said," The pirate was extremely pleased with himself, "Persuade me."

The grin on his face was suggestive and endearing. She closed his eyes, praying that the heat she felt seeping through her body had absolutely nothing to do with him.

And when she opened them, there he was, not six inches away from her face.

"You want to know where it points." He lifted his hand and touched her face lightly.

"I do."

"You already know what you want, love." He began to stroke her hair.

"True."

"But you want to make sure that what you think is true is true." The hand was on her cheek.

"Jack…"

"Look at it, love." He pressed the compass into her hands. She was unsure for a second, before lifting the top and holding her breath. It spun for a moment, then landed, pointing directly at the pirate. She felt relief. Jack glanced down for a moment at the object before looking straight into Elizabeth's eyes, longing and desire clearly visible.

"It seems that you know what you want, love," Jack said quietly, pulling her closer to him. And before she actually had time to process it, Jack had pulled her into a passionate kiss.

It was so much better then the first kiss. There was no guilt, only desire and wanting and heat. Elizabeth felt herself melting into him, overwhelmed by him, and she kissed him with as much passion as she had. She pressed herself against him, wanting more, and he slid his hand to the back of her neck and the other one lightly on her waist. They broke the kiss slowly, both breathing heavily with closed eyes. Elizabeth opened her eyes gradually, and saw Jack with a slight smile on his face. He cleared his throat.

"Love," He said with a low voice, "Would you mind if we continued this in my cabin?"

"Why, Captain, I thought you'd never ask," She said a bit breathlessly.

He grinned and led the way.

The next morning, Elizabeth woke up in a bed in a room that was not her own. She was disoriented for a moment, wondering why she wasn't wearing anything, and then remembered when she saw a certain pirate sleeping next to her.

'Ah,' She thought, blushing slightly at the thought of the previous night's activities, 'Right, that's why…'

She was about to get up and put her clothes on when a blearily eyed Jack looked at her sleepily and grinned. He pulled at her arm, forcing her to lie back down, and said mischievously, "Well, love, should we pick up where we left off?"

Elizabeth smiled and managed to get her arm out of his grip. She got up, grabbing her shirt, and as she put it on she replied, "I'm terribly sorry, Mister Sparrow, but I do believe that you have a crew to maintain and I simply cannot deny you the opportunity of doing your job."

"Come on, love…Gibbs can do it, I don't need to…"

"And how will you tell him? By shouting his name, in bed, wearing nothing? He better not come rushing in here…"

Grumbling, Jack pulled himself out of bed, and she heard him say, "I shouldn't have to…bloody unfair."

She bit her lip to keep from laughing, pulling on her trousers. When she was fully dressed, and Jack was nearly there, she peeked outside the cabin door. Only two men who had not noticed her at all. She felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around, to see and fully dressed smirking Jack very close to her. He whispered in her ear, "Now, you really didn't expect to just leave me here with nothing, did you?"

She gave him a playful smile. "I was considering it."

"Think again, love," Jack said, crashing his lips against hers. The sensation made her knees weak and she felt very warm, but she broke off, whispering against his lips.

"We need to go, Jack…"

He kissed her once more, then strode out on deck like he had done nothing more exciting then given an order to Gibbs. She smiled and left the cabin as well, feeling higher than the clouds. She leaned on the railing and got a glimpse of the horizon. She marveled its beauty, and sang a song that she thought summed up the situation.

"Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me…"

A/N: Did I cause any girlish squees??? I squeed and I'm the author. Anyhoo, I repeat: Reviews equals Happiness equals Inspiration equals Epilogue equals Happy Readers and Author. So, review!!! You might get a reward!!! How about virtual rum??? ;D