A/N: It's three in the morning, but I'm awake because I finally realized what I want to happen in this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews!

Oh, and I have a confession... I, the girl who said she'd never write a Will/Elizabeth, just started one. Check out Lost and Found if you're bored waiting for an update here, haha.

Will turned over his cards, prepared for the worst. Instead, what he saw made him gasp in delight.

"Jack of Diamonds and Spades!" he cried. "That's three of a kind! I'll be taking Elizabeth, if you please."

Jack silenced him with a glare. "I haven't yet turned over mine."

He turned them over just as a sudden gust of wind knocked open the window and blew the candles out, casting the room into utter darkness.

"Sparrow, you bloody idiot, I want a candle!" snapped Will, impatient to confirm the fact that he had won Elizabeth. A three of a kind was a very good hand indeed, even if he was looking to defeat a Jack with three more of said jacks...

"You want a candle? How endearing. My great intellectual powers, however, nudge me toward the thought that it's the match yer're really wantin'." Jack nimbly danced behind the desk, where Elizabeth could hear him shuffling from one foot to another as he hastily dug through desk drawers, searching for the forsaken match.

"Mountains move, oceans dry up, and still I wait for you to locate a match!" Will slammed his hand down on the desk, knocking off two of the candles.

"Oh, now look what you've done!" cried Elizabeth, as the candles rolled and dripped hot wax on the wooden planks of the floor. She got on her knees, feeling around for the candles. She located one and managed to tuck it under her arm, but as she was reaching for the next one, she grabbed something that felt less like a candle and more like a boot.

A lot more like a boot, actually.

She looked up into the grinning face of Jack Sparrow. He offered her a hand, pulling her to her feet, and she couldn't help but shiver at the close contact (Shiver me timbers indeed, she thought ruefully).

She tried to reclaim her hand, but he tightened his fingers around it, still grinning at her and digging through drawers with the other hand.

She spoke in a low tone to lessen the likelihood of Will overhearing. Although he was only a few feet away, the wind howling from the cabin through through the still-open window snatched away her words as soon as she spoke them. "Jack, let go of my hand! I need to find the other candle!"

He began to speak as if he did not recognize her urgency. "Darlin', I have a candle, you know. It's a very... hot one, you could say."

"Jack, I really must-"

"It is also a rather large one. I'm sure the wax would-"

"Jack, keep searching through the drawers!"

"Through your drawers, specifically, or drawers in general?"

She gave a cry of frustration and yanked her hand free, getting back on her knees to find the missing candle.

As I get back on my knees, another memory comes to me in a flash, and I close my eyes and succumb to it.

Will and I are sprawled out on a hilltop somewhere, the remnants of a candlelit picnic dinner in between us. He held one of my hands tightly in his, which was difficult because of the half-empty rum bottle in front of him. I am sixteen.

It was a starless night, a dark night, and I asked Will to light the candle.

"Why?"

I told him I didn't like the dark.

"But Elizabeth, darkness is one of those things that can only be defined by something else. Without darkness, there is no light. Without heat, there is no cold." He paused. "Without me, there is no you."

What he said bothered me for some reason."Assuming you have made a profound statement, what happens to one thing if you rid yourself of the other thing? What would happen to the light, for instance, if you got rid of the darkness?"

He frowned at me. "It would also disappear, I'm afraid."

"I think," I retorted, as he struck a match and lit the candle, "that you have had too much to drink, Mr. Turner."

He laughed. "I love you, Elizabeth."

A few seconds later, I snuffed the candle flame out with my fingertips.

"Aha!" cried Jack. "I found the little bugger!"

He proudly held up a match, noticing how Elizabeth was standing up in a daze and wondering why he felt such a surge of worry.

She was a pirate, after all. She had proved that time and time again. Pirates were tough, pirates were-

Slightly green around the edges?

He cocked his head to the side, wondering exactly what would make Lizzie turn that particular shade.

Will had watched as Jack appeared to try to seduce Elizabeth, but this was forgotten as soon as he saw her yank her hand away. He suddenly felt as light as the ocean air. Elizabeth knew he had won, and she was ready to come back to him.

Jack reached for the candle that Elizabeth silently held for him. That's odd, he thought. The strange lighting from the storm is making her look green.

Elizabeth's hair vined around her face like a living thing in the wind from the open window, and as Jack struck the match to relight the candle, she gasped. "Wait! Jack! The wind from the-"

The candle was extinguished yet again, but not before Jack got a glimpse of red on his cards. This, he reflected, could either be very good or very bad. For instance, if he had anything from the Hearts suit, he had probably won. But if he had anything from Diamonds, he had almost certainly lost both the game and Elizabeth.

"Alright," barked Elizabeth. "I want to know which of the two of you forgot to close the bloody window!"

Will and Jack looked down sheepishly.

"I want both of you to march over there right now and close that window! You were irresponsible and-" She stopped. "My God, I sound like my father..."

Jack glanced at her. "Unless your father stuffs the top of his dress, luv, you really look nothing like him."

She glared at him.

"Aye, even Captain Jack Sparrow knows when to surrender..."

Elizabeth sighed. "Just one of you close the window sometime in the near future!"

Jack cleared his throat. "As I am the strongest, most able-bodied man here, I do believe that I should be the one to-"

"What?! You are quite mistaken. I am definitely the one to close the window." shot back Will.

"Then close it, mate."

Will haughtily got up to close the window. Amused, Jack folded his arms behind his head and put his feet up on the desk.

Will reached up, preparing for an easy task. He pushed.

The wind blew harder, but the window didn't budge. "Bloody hell! How did the wind knock this open?"

"I wouldn't know." Jack examined his fingernails.

"Maybe it's stuck from the outside, Will!"

"Elizabeth, how could it have gotten stuck from the outside?"

"I don't know, just look!"

Grimacing at the two of them, Will stuck his head out of the window, where he was promptly showered with rain.

"Do you see anything?"

"I'm looking!" Will leaned forward and gave a sudden cry. "My watch! My grandfather's watch! It just fell out of my pocket!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "What a eunuch."

Will's voice seemed to come from a great distance. "It's stuck on a rough board a yard below me, but I can't reach it!" He pulled his head back in from outside, looking devastated by the loss of one of his most treasured possessions.

"Here, Will, let me try."

"Don't be stupid, Lizzie. You were just bedridden!" said Jack gruffly. "If anyone retrieves that watch, it shall be me."

"You?" asked Elizabeth incredulously.

"How else will dear William know the exact time I win this card game?" Jack cackled and marched over to the window, where he stuck his head through with some difficulty and leaned down.

He peered down at the Black Pearl's siding, looking with fondness at his ship. But wait...

"Watch? There's not a-"

His thoughts were interrupted by Elizabeth's sudden scream, and he rammed his head back through the window.

He was stuck fast.

Bloody hat.

A/N: What a ridiculous picture our dear Jack makes! Thanks for all the reviews! Keep them coming!