Chapter 3: Captain Jack Sparrow

Captain Jack Sparrow looked bloody awful. His vest was torn and dirty, his shirt desperately needed washing and his blue jacket was caked with mud.

"Oh, Jack." Elizabeth felt her eyes starting to fill with tears and looked away so Jack wouldn't see her cry. "I'm so sorry. But it was the only way…"

Jack simply smiled. "Save your apology for when you mean it." He said this in a nice way, as though he wasn't really upset with her at all. Slowly he walked over to her, unsure as to why she was looking away from him, but when he saw the tears coming from her eyes he understood.

"Shhh…," he whispered, trying to comfort her, "Don't cry, love. You done whats right by you. Can't ask for any more'n that." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. She snuggled her head into his next and sniffled. She just felt so terrible for leaving him like that and here he was trying to comfort her.

After a few minuets Elizabeth had regained her composure. She leaned away and looked into Jack's eyes. They were pools of brown so dark they almost looked black. Elizabeth felt the world slowly melting away and was subconsciously leaning into Jack lips. She knew what they tasted like, spice, rum, and man, and she wanted more. No! Her conscience yelled in a muffled voice, You can't do this! You're married to Will! Just as they're lips were about to touch Elizabeth interrupted.

"How long have you been here, Jack?" Her voice was a whisper, barely audible. He smiled and let her go. "Not long. A few months, I think."

"Oh…..Jack?"

"Yes?"

"Where am I going to sleep?"

"Don't ask me. I only built one bed, seeing as there was only one person at the time."

Elizabeth nodded and said, "Well then I guess you'll just have to sleep on the floor." And with that she climbed the ladder and went into the hut. She began to take her clothes off as they were quite filthy and put a rather large shirt of Jack's on.

"Oi! What'd you think you're doing?!" Jack came into the small room and saw Elizabeth pulling down the sheets on the bed and wearing on of his shirts. He noticed she wasn't wearing any pants. "That's my bed. And my shirt. Give it back."

"No! I need something to sleep in. And besides, I'm a lady, so I get the bed." Feeling that this was a satisfactory reason, Elizabeth got into the bed and promptly fell asleep.

At around midnight, Jack turned over on the floor for the hundredth time. His back was aching terribly and he kept waking up every hour or so because of it. Knowing he would get no more sleep if he stayed where he was, he left the hut and went down to the beach.

Lying down on a rather comfy spot of sand, Jack looked up at the silver-blue of the moon. He knew he was tired, his body was telling him so, and yet he didn't want to sleep. He knew that if he slept, he would be plagued by dreams about her. Sadly, his mind and body protested greatly against staying awake and he fell into a deep sleep. Instantly he started dreaming…..

It was still dark outside. Jack was lying on the sand only instead of being alone, Elizabeth was next to him, still pants less and in his shirt. She was staring at him with her chocolate colored eyes and he knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He sat up and pulled her into his arms. He was losing himself in the feel of her body against his and he could restrain himself no longer. Looking into her eyes he leaned in and kissed her gently. It was like no kiss she had ever felt before. The passion behind it was frightening yet exhilarating. She deepened it, wanting to taste more of him. He tasted so amazing, like rum and spice and something that she couldn't place but was purely Jack. She felt his tongue sliding carefully over her lips, as if asking for entrance. She gladly obliged, and allowed him to explore the crevices of her mouth. Soon he had her flipped over and was lying on top of her. He hands began roaming over her body, and little jolts of electricity were sent through her every time skin met skin. Needing this feeling all over, Elizabeth started to remove the shirt she had on. Being more skilled than she, Jack got rid of the offending item much quicker. He took a moment to stare at the simply beauty of her. Her skin was as smooth as cream, her breasts perfectly rounded. Seeing a blush at her cheeks, Jack smiled reassuringly. He wasted no more time and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Her nipples became as hard as pearls and as he scrapped his teeth over it she moaned loudly.

Elizabeth had never felt this turned on before in her life. "Jack…" She whispered. "Jack…" louder this time

"JACK!" she screamed at him. He started from his dream and jumped up. He knew that if she saw him in the state he was currently in she would never trust him, so he began acting as if he was still in a state of semi-sleep.

"RUM! YOU BURNED THE RUM! WHY DID YOU BURN THE RUM?!?!?!"

"Jack, I didn't burn the rum. There is no rum to burn."

Jack hadn't realized that it was morning, but he knew he had been dreaming about the beautiful woman standing before him. He began to feel a slight pressure in his pants at the sight of her and knew he had to calm himself quickly.

"Darling, I must excuse myself for a moment so if you would kindly wait here I shall return in a bit."

Elizabeth stared at Jack's retreating form wondering where he was going and why. He was acting rather peculiar, even for Jack, and so she decided to follow him.