Last Hope

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Author's note: This chapter is a little longer I got to come home before I had to go to work. Please review, reviews make me more creative.

It had been three weeks since Jack had kissed Elizabeth, which meant it had also been three weeks since they had spoken a word to each other. Every night though they still met at the helm and he taught her to steer the boat, but no words were exchanged. They also still slept in the same room but no one spoke a goodnight nor did they offer a good morning. Although all this occurred it gave Elizabeth time to think and devise a plan to get Jack, so far she had nothing so she decided next chance she got spontaneous would have to work.

Meanwhile back on the Dutchman Will was getting news that his father and Tia, whom Jones had captured after Jack, found distressing for him but he had no idea why.

"Eldest Turner your sons heartbreak and destiny come soon."

"What does she mean?"

"Jack is getting the treasure and your destiny is going to be shortly revealed."

"You have it partially right, but it is the treasure that is going to get Jack, while young Turner still has his destiny."

As midnight approached Jack anxiously waited on Elizabeth by the wheel, how he hated this now but he could not break his word. Placing his hands on hers he steered her west then east trying to keep the Mariner in a straight line. After their lesson was done Lizzie turned around and before he could move had grabbed his hands and held him in place.

"Lizzie, love talking can not fix this. For this, the problem I created is unfixable because I am I and you are you and you and I don't walk the same line. Do you understand talking won't fix anything love."

"No, but this will." And for once in his existence Jack Sparrow was taken by surprise as the governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swann kissed him with a passion he did not know she held. Slowly picking her up he carried her down the steps and across the deck in to their cabin, only this time she didn't resist. After fumbling with the door for a few minutes, much like he had when he was a teenager, he made his way inside and placed her gently on the bed.

"Lizabeth are you sure, this can't be taken back."

"I understand, come on you filthy pirate or are you going to read me a bedtime story too."

Without another word Jack laid his body on hers and began ravishing her mouth while she undid his shirt. After lifting it over his head she stopped and traced lines over his many scars and tattoos until he promised to tell her each and every story that they belonged to. Gently lifting her shirt over her head he began to burn trails from her mouth down her neck and finally ending by taking her breast in his mouth.

"Jack, now or never."

Taking off both of their trousers she found he was every thing the books spoke of and more. Slowly as he laid her back down he told her this may hurt and gently forced himself into her. After her first gasp he stopped and gave her time to adjust.

"Don't be afraid to scream love, the Captain loves encouragement."

Slowly he began to move back and forth slowly at first until she finally reached the same motion as him.

"Oh god, Jack it feels so good."

Slowly her screaming, moaning, and scratching were driving him over the edge and he found himself unable to keep up with the pain in his groin. As she wrapped her legs around him he began to drive farther into her.

"Faster."

Finally going as hard and as fast as he could he felt her legs tighten around him and as she clinched around him he drove into her two more times before feeling her with his seed.

"My god Lizabeth, that was amazing."

"I know when can we do it again?"