A/N: Bonjour mes amis! Sorry for the late update but I was so busy. So I typed this up right now and decided not to leave everyone hanging. I tried to be careful with the grammer/spelling/characters by the way.

I must warn you guys though, this chapter is very emotionally heavy for the characters so you may sense some OOCness on Jack's part...but he's not really OOC it's just that he's changed slightly over time savvy?!

So read and enjoy as Jack and Elizabeth's feelings start to become apparent to them. And for the love of Sparrabeth, Johnny Depp, rum and all else you hold dear REVIEW!!!

"Thank you for agreeing to forget about last night. I can't afford to think about it. Especially when Dex has already asked me to marry him...I don't want to feel like I've betrayed him." Elizabeth said as she marched along the beach. She held the compass in front of her. It pointed at Jack for a second before spinning around and then settling on a spot in front of her...where it had been pointing before Jack had entered her thoughts again.

Meanwhile he was walking a few steps behind her still holding the charts. He smirked at the new information he'd been given. Getting married was she?

"Don't mention it luv! A gentleman of fortune never lets the secrets of the night before slip."

She merely nodded distractedly.

After a minute or two he squinted and placed a hand above his eyes as if he'd spotted something in the horizon.

"Hmmmm. Seems like Hector's finally caught up with us."

Elizabeth turned towards the sea. Sure enough there it was...the Flying Dutchman. She sighed and started walking again.

"What's he doing here?" she asked.

"Here for the sake of the adventure I guess. Though in my utterly brilliant yet suspicious mind I can't help but think that he may be hoping the mirror can reverse his curse too."

"But I thought the curse of the Flying Dutchman can only be broken if..."

"Aye! If the captain finds someone who loves him truly and will be faithful to him for ten bloody years but you can't blame the guy for hoping the mirror can help, eh?"

She nodded and walked towards the direction the compass was now pointing to, which happened to be away from the sea and into the woods.

They walked in silence until she heard Jack give a short chuckle behind her.

"That's interesting. That's very interesting." he said looking down at the charts in his hands.

"May I ask what is so interesting?"

Jack frowned at the charts. "I found out what it meant by 'deception' but the answer is even more confusing than the question itself."

"Let me see." she snatched the charts away from him and looked at the new sentence formed on it: 'Deception is what it's not.'

"What?! Well deception isn't a lot of things how can we-"

"Never mind luv. I'm sure we'll figure it out once we get to the chest...don't bother your pretty little head wiff it. We won't figure it out anyway."

Elizabeth frowned at him but didn't say anything. She just opened the compass again and continued to walk deeper into the jungle where the trees were even taller and fuller and the sunlight barely reached them.

"Once we get the mirror you must take me back to NewYork immediately." she reminded him.

He cuckled as if the idea was absurd. "Of course not!"

"What?!" she shrieked. "Why not? Do you plan on holding me hostage on your ship for ransom or something equally absurd?"

"Oh lord no! I don't think your friends or your dearly beloved can pay up within the next two days and if you're on my vessel any longer than that you'll drive me crazier than I already am." he smirked.

"Than what's your plan exactly? Leave me here?" she asked sarcastically. They were now walking along a giant stone wall which was covered in vines and plants.

"No! I plan I taking you to Shipwreck cove of course. Return the king to her rightful thrown as it were."

Elizabeth just realized what he was trying to do. One last desperate attempt to recreat the world they had known and loved. She was sure there were still some 'pirates' roaming these waters that were descendants of the original brethren court and would be willing to attend but she didn't want to see it again. She didn't want to feel it again when she knew it wouldn't last. She suddenly felt a bit mad at Jack. Why did he keep on giving her a taste of everything she wanted but could never have?

With one swift motion she closed the compass , stowed it in her pocket and pulled out her sword-Will's sword she had to remind herself- and turned around to strike at Jack. She was surprised to find that her blade didn't settle threateningly against Jack's throat as she had hoped but met with his blade instead.

He smirked at her surprised expression. "It's all the time that's passed luv. Made me even quicker than I was." he informed her as he blocked another thrust of her sword effortlessly.

"I will not be coming to that horrid place Jack. That's all I ask...don't take me there. After we're done with this you are to let me go back to my normal life"

"Oh what's the matter?! The king doesn't like her fortress? Too out dated for your taste? Well I'll be sure to remodel it for you...your impness." he taunted as he swinged his sword at her. She blocked it easily. She still had better technique than he did.

"Two hundred years later and my skills are still better than yours." she pointed out with a smile as she pushed his blade away with a lightning fast motion.

He smirked. "No doubt about it luv but I'm still smarter, cleverer and not to mention I have more sex appeal which comes in handy on quite a few occassions." he informed her. As if to prove just how smart he was he jumped backwards over a rock behind him and as he jumped he kicked the rock towards her. The rock hit her on the ankle, not hurting her but distracting her enough to give Jack the oppertunity to swing against her sword with great stregnth. She was quick though and managed-barely- to block the attack.

They didn't talk for a few seconds, they just continued to attack and counter attack beside the stone wall. It was like they were dancing a tango.

"So Lizzie! As long as we're at this and seeing as we're both rather good and we might be at this for a while. Tell me something..." he said casually as she swinged her sword at his head. He ducked with ease and continued as if he'd never been interrupted. "When are you going to get married? Am I invited? Will there be rum?"

"I don't know. Maybe and...most definitely not." she said nonchalantly. She jumped over Jack's sword which had aimed for her feet this time.

" 'Why' to the first. 'Why' to the second. And 'why not' to the third." he asked very nicely as if they were talking over a cup of tea and not sword fighting.

"Because I haven't exactly said yes yet. I don't know if you can behave at a wedding. And rum -as I've told you before- is a vile drink."

"You seemed to enjoy it last night." he said with a meaningful smile.

"My point exactly! It makes people do things they have no intention of doing." she said as she blocked another attack of his blade.

"Like kissing the bride before the groom has a chance?" he teased with a grin.

"I thought we were supposed to forget about last night Captain Sparrow." she reminded him as their swords crashed against eachother.

"But this isn't about last night! It's about the future...your wedding to be precise." he teased as he pushed his sword against hers driving the flat side of the blade closer and closer to her own chest.

"When I said we should forget about last night I meant we should forget about the whole concept of you and me doing what we did last night." she said seriously as she looked him straight in the eye. Gathering her strength she pushed her sword -which was now flat against her chest- and drove his sword back towards himself.

His expression softened for a second. "Elizabeth." he whispered in a soft but serious tone. "I never...I never..." he trailed off as he loosened his grip on the sword just slightly.

Stunned by the softness in his features she found herself curious. What did he want to say? What was that look in his eyes?

She found that her own grip had loosened a bit too and they were now standing rather close to eachother with their swords pressed against eachother.

"Yes Jack?! You never what?" she asked in a velvety sweet whisper.

She let out a surprised gasp as he pressed his hands against her shoulders and drove her back against the stone wall. Pinning her hands against the wall.

The softness in his face was gone and replaced by his usual smirk and the twinkle in his eyes. "I never thought it would be so easy to trick you luv!" he said as he pressed his sword against her neck.

Elizabeth frowned at being fooled by him. "Jack what's the point? Neither of us can die."

"Yet you're the one who started this. But you're quite right. Neither of us can die but I can just...chop up some of your body parts and then sew them back on. Now that would be even better than killin' ye! Certainly more painful." he whispered against her skin. She realized for the first time how close he was. His body was pressing against hers with only the blade of his sword between them. She shivered but not because of his empty threat...but because of his breath against her neck.

"But you wouldn't!" she informed him in a hoarse whisper as she closed her eyes.

Jack shrugged. "Yeah! You're right, I wouldn't...but there are other things I can do." he pressed the blade against her neck just a tad harder.

"Such as?" she asked opening her eyes again.

"Well I can take you.I'm strong enough to take you right here. Right now, on this island and no one would be here to help you. Not that you would want anyone to help you." he said with a teasing grin . She noted with horror that even though he was clearly half joking a part of him obviously wanted to do just that.

"You wouldn't do that either." she informed him.

"Why not?" he grinned.

"You're a better man than that and..." she trailed off. She raised her head to look him in the eye. "And I mean much more than that to you."

His grin faltered for a second and his grip on the sword once again loosened. He opened his mouth to answer but before he could, her hands crash against his shoulder and turned him around, pressing his back against the wall and positioning her sword against his neck.

He rolled his eyes. "Tricked me with my own trick. That's a new one."

Elizabeth ignored him. "Now listen to me!" she hissed beside his ear. "You will promise me right now that you will take me back to NewYork."

"And you'll believe me if I promise you?"

She considered the answer and nodded. "Yes I will."

"Than you're a fool Lizzie Swann." he taunted as he took hold of her shoulders unexpectedly, turned her around and pressed her back against the wall.

And even though she was alert, she let him do it because it felt like they were playing a silly little game. There was no danger...neither would harm the other. They both knew it. It was his turn to be in control now and so she let him take his turn.

"You could always stay with me on the Pearl, ye know!" he suggested.

"I though you said you'd go crazy if I was around for too long." she reminded him with a smile.

"Aye but my sanity is already at stake. A small price to pay for your company." he teased with a smirk.

She closed her eyes again. "And is that how you feel? That you must pay for my company?" she asked calmly. Inside though she was dreading the answer and feeling a bit hurt.She looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Naught but my sanity fair lady! I don't need to be sane when I'm around you." he said. The serious and poetic words seemed like a friendly tease uttered from his lips.

She smiled at that. He could be so charming sometimes. "Ah! Beautiful poetry for a man who has a blade pressed against my throat."

Jack smiled too. "That's my way of showing affection. With some men it's flowers, with some chocolate and with me it's a sword."

They both chuckled. Elizabeth took hold of his shoulders again and pressed his back against the wall.

"Jack?! Please take me back home after we find the mirror." she said. This time her words weren't threats but a soft plead. A request. Jack looked in her eyes, and he saw all the sadness she was feeling. How she didn't want to bring all the memories back after so long. How she didn't want to go back when she knew she couldn't stay.

As determined as he was to make her stay...how could he say no to her eyes?

"Jack? Promise me and then we can go and find the mirror." she said.

"I...I promise on the pain of death luv! Or...the pain of life in our case." he smirked.

She took the sword away from his throat and they both sheated their swords.

"Now! Let's go find that bloody mirror."

She nodded and took out the compass and started walking along the stone wall again. They were both silent, trapped in their own thoughts.

Elizabeth thought of Jack's words. He'd actually asked her to stay with him. She would love to stay. Jack was the best friend she had. The only one who knew exactly how she felt and what she'd gone through and if that friendship came with occassional teasing and flirting...so be it. But she couldn't stay without a promise of something more. She couldn't help but have a sea of mixed emotions towards Jack...was it so wrong that she had these feelings towards him?

She couldn't hang around when she had this weakness for him and all he wanted was a friend with benifits. Sometimes she felt like maybe he felt something more too but...

Augh! She wasn't even sure of her own feelings and she was already speculating over his.

Jack too was a bit troubled. What did the bloody wench want? He'd offered her a place on his ship, he'd offered her the freedom she wanted and he'd even acted like a gentleman and hadn't kissed her like he wanted to so badly. He hadn't mentioned that he wanted her not only to stay but to stay with him...he hadn't mentioned that because she'd asked him to forget about anything happening between the two of them.

"Could she have been clearer Jackie boy? She said she hadn't meant to kiss you, she asked you to forget it ever happened and she changed the subject every time you talked about your relationship. Does she have to spell 'rejection' for you to understand?" the angel in the right side of his mind told him.

"Oh come of it you winged beastie! Don't you know Jackie loves rejection? He'll only go after her even more." the left side of his mind argued.

Both Elizabeth and Jack snapped out of their thoughts as they came to a dead end...in front of a giant stone door with writings carved on it.

"I believe we've arrived at our desired destination, luv."

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By the way I'll be editing the previouse chapters for spellig/grammer mistakes once the story is over. Only two or three chapters left to this story!!