WARNING:

This chapter is evil. I don't like it, but it has to be done, so that it is so much swwweeeetttteeeerrrr later on. But please don't hate me…I hate my self for this chapter enough for all of you! But you'll love me later….if you don't want badness, skip this chapter, and go ahead a few more…maybe… two/three, don't know, haven't written them yet! So. I dislike this muchly. But I shall continue for the sake of a cliffy, and a few knives that are bound to come my way! Always fun!

Authors note READ! Helps explain a few things:

Ok, so it is more or less following the story line of DMC, however, I've, in my infinite wisdom, have decided to leave a whole lot out, and now we have dandily skipped to the end of the second movie, without all that stuff in the middle…well actually I've just sorta mixed the whole movie up really, but any who, I'm sure you won't hate me too much for it! And I've decided, also in my infinite wisdom, that I shall be cruel! Mwhahahahahahaha! But not yet, but soon, so stay tuned for evil and unfortunate things to happen!

DISCLAIMER: I wish dearly that I could own these characters, …in particular Jack Sparrow, pity that he is only a character, but I don't. And I' don't own Johnny Depp either, as much as that is a crime against nature…ehem did I say that outloud! Any way, a little freaky mouse and his owners, own these characters, though he doesn't deserve to, and as such, I am just left to my never dying, unconditional love of POTC and Jack Sparrow, sorry Captain Jack Sparrow, and my strange obsession! Right. On with the story

P.S please review. If you don't like J and E pairing, get used to it, because they are a pair…can you not see the chemistry? Hmm? Any way, if you don't like J and E pairing don't read, because you won't like it. Any way. Constructive criticisms always welcome and wanted, and please tell me that you love it! Sorry, no, be truthful, I suck at writing, but please, feel free to ignore bad writing and enjoy the story line! And tell me how to improve! Muchly appreciated, yours truly WMR

CHAPTER 5: The Tide Turns

Jack stood slightly horrified in the remains of what was once the bay window at the back of his cabin. He was stripped down to his shirt and pants and poised to jump in to save the drowning Lizzie.

Only…

…Some one had got to it before him.

It seemed to Jack like Lizzie's fall and her rescuers dive were timed perfectly. And somehow this person had got to it before he had. That meant that someone else had had the intention to save her.

Jack knew who it was.

But he wasn't going to admit it to himself, if he didn't believe it, than it didn't happen.

He looked down at the two figures. And Glared at the man who had rescued her. Who wasn't him. That was unfair. That was a crime against humanity. It was a crime against Jack! How dare someone save his Lizzie instead of him. This was his rescue, he had heard her and had shot the tentacle, and had felt WORRIED! Of all things for the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow to feel, and for someone other than himself, it had to be gut wrenching worry.

And someone else stole from him, the end to that worry

Or did they?

The very quiet, and rarely heard, reasonable voice chided Jack. He should be happy that Lizzie was saved. The end. Should it really matter who did the saving as long as she was still alive?

Nah.

It had to be Jack.

Well. Jack could still play a part in the rescue. He would help the man and Lizzie back onto the still bombarded Black Pearl. Jack would be the first person that Lizzie will see when she wakes up. Or so he hoped.

He went back into the cabin and searched for a rope. Finding one, and questioning why there was a rope in his cabin he threw one end down to the man who was swimming towards the ship, and tied the other end to one of the support columns inside the cabin.

Looking down he made sure that the man had a tight grip on the rope before he started to pull them out of the water.

As the man, Lizzie's rescuer, by unfortunate happen stance, came closer to him, Jacks gut sank in acknowledgment. There was no ignoring it now. No pretending that it wasn't him. Jack was filled with a kind of sorrow, a pre-emtive strike on his bodies behalf. As if it knew of the events to come, as if it knew that it had all come to an end, this brief passion Elizabeth and he had shared. His heart knew it, even if his brain was un-willing to believe.

Soon Will stood dripping wet in the window sill of Jacks Cabin, cradling the still un-conscious lizzie in his arms.

"Where can I put her" was the first words out of Wills lips, not how are you going, nice to see you. Not that Jack expected it to be. Jack motioned towards his bed, where not hours before he and Lizzie had almost consummated their love for each other.

Will carried Lizzie gently to the bed. Jack watched him go with his heart being flooded with sadness. Sighing, and somewhat over the emotional stress of almost losing Lizzie, though it seemed that he may have, but only to another monster, Jack suddenly realized that the Pearl no longer shook and swayed with the pulling and tugging of the terrible beastie.

Confused he went out, leaving Will to tend to Lizzie, as it seemed there was nothing that Jack could do about that, and saw that another ship was bobbing along side the Pearl. Jack noticed with satisfaction that the Kraken was no longer in sight.

He didn't know who this ship belonged to, or why they would risk their own to save his, but Jack didn't care. He was filled simple joy with the knowledge that the Pearl was still afloat, and relatively undamaged. Succumbing to primal urges he hugged the slightly splintered mast of his beloved ship.

Iluvpotc,iluvpotc,iluvpotc,iluvpotc

The world was no longer still. In fact it was very, very fast. And spinning. The motion made the remains of the last meal rise up in Elizabeth's stomach. With what energy she had she kept it down, and tried to open her eyes. She noticed, which pleased her, that she was breathing comfortably. That her mouth was no longer filling with water, and therefore neither were her lungs.

The memory of drowning, brought with it the memory of being saved, which could also be deduced from the fact that she was breathing again, seemed to be on some soft surface, and was dry, and no longer surrounded by water.

An image flashed into her mind, Jack, standing proud, pistol in firing position. Her heart swelled more for him, with the knowledge that he rescued her from a horrible fate. The thought of Jack made her want to open her eyes even more.

. And thank him copiously for saving her from the horrible fate of dying a virgin.

And then promptly fix that situation, so that if her life were in danger again, that at least she may have experienced that pleasure.

Finally her eyes obeyed her command and she opened them though with much difficultly, and much slower than she would have liked. Her vision was still very blurry but she could see a figure sitting on the edge of a bed, again she could only presume that she was in Jacks cabin, and was now in Jacks bed.

Excellent. No need to find there way to this destination again, she'll just grab him and she can fix this vexing problem right now.

Seeming as her vision was not clearing up, and even worse that Jack had not noticed that she was awake, she decided that she would try her voice. Which didn't work either. After several attempts though, her body reluctantly, again, obeyed her command.

"Jack" she croaked out, she was horrified at the sound of her voice, so cracked and hoarse, she hardly sounded like herself at all. And what was worse, she had hardly any volume. So Elizabeth decided that she'd try again, but this time, put it into a louder volume.

"JACK!" she croaked out. Luckily this time it caught the attention of the blurry figure and it turned towards her.

Elizabeths stomach sank with horror, a strange dread, and an even stranger sorrow, as if something had died. Oh god she thought to herself. And suddenly wanted very much to be asleep again. This she could not handle. This she did not want to handle. She wanted Jack. She needed him. And why was it that when she wanted and needed Will, Jack appeared, and when she wanted and needed Jack, Will was there. She groaned in her emotional agony. In the back of her mind a two voices chimed. One chanted. I told you so I told you so, the other slightly more sensible one, pointed out to her that now she would have to make a choice.

A choice Elizabeth didn't want to make.

A choice she hadn't even thought of. One she hadn't even contemplated. It had been so easy, so blissful to fall in love with Jack. With Will out of sight and therefore out of mind she could forget easily that she was promised to him, by her own wishes and design. She cursed herself loudly.

Even with her blurry vision, Elizabeth could see the contorted pain on the face of her once beloved. She couldn't deal with this now. She had almost just died. In a decision of infinite wisdom, Elizabeth decided that now was a good time for more sleep.

Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack

Jack paced around outside his Cabin door. It had not escaped him that he was too afraid to enter his own cabin. For the love of, he was the captain of this ship. He ought to be able to enter his own cabin.

But he couldn't.

He was too afraid of what he would find inside.

He couldn't bare the idea, couldn't bare the thought, and therefore decided that if he didn't see it, it didn't happen, and it wouldn't happen. What was more complexing to him was this feeling like something had been ripped out of him, and rudely stamped on. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and Jack concluded that it therefore couldn't be a good one. He loved Lizzie. He couldn't let her go.

Yet something in side him told him that he didn't have a choice. She was lost to him, gone. He had missed his opportunity and now she was going to fly away in the arms of another man. Will had come back and now she would realize that she still loved him, and not a rougeish pirate. Somehow accepting this was easy, easier per happenstance, then accepting he loved her, and wanted to fight for her. If he let her go, his problems would be solved, and he could go on being a simple pirate.

Elizabeth was gone from him. Their passion ended. Their love flying away on the breeze that cooled his cheek now. Well he would take it like a man, and not show her how much she meant to him, because then it wouldn't hurt.

The sound of the cabin doors opening shocked him out of his contemplation. Will stood in the door. The cold look on his face scared Jack slightly, but he stood his ground and looked back at him.

"Elizabeth is awake"

To be continued…

p.s. Thank you to all of my reviewers. I love you all soooo much. And I feel terribly guilty about what I am doing, I hate this chapter! It's evil…and badly written! But you'll and I'll live but most importantly Jack Sparrow will live. I'm going to make this as short as I possibly can I promise! Any way love you all! Keep reading! And sorry for the shortness of this chapter, I just couldn't take it any longer, the pain was too much to bare!