Note to self:

Thank you all who replied, and so quickly. It really warms the dark depths of my Jack loving heart when people review, especially when you are all so nice! And just quietly, because there were so many "UPDATE SOON"'s and reviews in general, I've decided that I can't be cruel like I was planning to be! Oh and I lied, I know I do that often, but this chapter is sad, it's the next one I swear to god, and you'll all love me!

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

Chapter 7: A trip home that she laments

Elizabeth woke up in a stinky hammock that swayed with the movement of the ship. There were soft and loud snores alike coming from all around her, as part of the crew slept off their hard work. Among the snores there was the occasional fart, which would just add to the overall stench of this cabin.

It hadn't escaped her attention that she was acting like a snooty lady, but she had never been treated so badly. Even on all the other ships, she had been given her own cabin, which she had kept clean, but this time she was granted no such luxury. She was to be stuck in with the rest of the crew. It just happened to be an exelent solution to their problem. Shoving her down here, meant that she was punished and watched at the same time. The moment she tried to leave, the cabin full of men would wake up and one would escort her to where ever she needed to go.

She was a prisoner.

And all for loving Jack.

It had been three days since that fateful moment on Beckett's ship. She had stayed asleep for most of the first day, as awareness only bought with it the un-bearable pain that came with the memory of Jack's death. She had spent most of the second day crying to herself, but today she seemed to have run out of tears. Elizabeth was now officially an empty shell. She didn't feel anything, and nor did she want to, she wondered around like a zombie. Awake but not aware.

Will had tried to talk to her to her on several occasions the day before. But with no success. Elizabeth didn't even register his existence, and his explanations for what he had done were worthless, and lies. They went in one ear and out the other. It didn't take him long before he left her too herself again, staring out to see, quiet tears running down her face.

She lay there staring up at the butt of the man above her, and after another fart from him, decided that she had had enough. She was going on deck. She was demanding to know where his body was, so she could pay respects. And she was going to confront Commadore Beckett.

With a new sort of grim determination she swung herself out of her hammock and didn't even bother to wait for them to escort her out. Though they woke up, she just stared at them and stormed out, one of them hurried after her.

On deck she was rendered blind for a few moments before her eyes were able to adjust to the bright sunlight. She judged that it was somewhere around mid-day. Squinting slightly, as the sun was just to bright she glanced around deck. All the men had stopped momentarily to look at her, they were Jacks crew, who had been ordered under pain of death to sail back to Port Royal under the guard of Becketts ship.

Then she remembered as she glanced at Jacks crew, and cursed softly under her breath. Beckett and therefore Jack were on the other ship. She had been dragged back to the Pearl and placed in this cabin when she had passed out. Will was the captain of this ship now. Elizabeth snorted at that. Of course, Will was the new Barbossa, mutinied against his captain and therefore elevated himself to that rank.

Bastard.

With the realization that she would not be able to confront Beckett nor view Jack's body her grim determination flowed away with the soft cooling breeze leaving her the empty shell that she was before. She glanced up at the helm and looked at Will as he steered the Black Pearl faithfully after his master. Beckett. She glared at him and he looked down at her but quickly looked away.

Well if she couldn't confront Beckett she'd do the next best thing and confront his lap dog. The determination was back, but now it was accompanied by raw anger and hatred. Her eyes flared with such things and she marched towards Will.

But was stopped.

By Mr. Gibbs.

"Don't do it lass." He said gently, as held onto her arm "We are all morning Jack, but ye can't do nothin' about it. Takin' it out on Will, won't do nothing"

Elizabeth tried to yank her arm out of his grip, but he was much stronger than he looked. Years on the sea would do that to you.

"Can't allow you to do it. Your guard would stop you anyway. Before you got there, and then ye'd be locked down wonder."

Elizabeth was too emotionally tired to fight with mr. Gibbs, the determination floated away yet again, but she was still left with the raw anger. She flared at Mr. Gibbs.

"He killed Jack!" She said, it started out angrily but the tears were coming again "He killed him, he killed your captain, and you're all just going to do what he says?" The strength of her words were lost with the sobs that had risen. She tried to back aware from Gibbs but he still held onto her. Instead she slumped against him as sorrow took her once again. He was shocked momentarily but then wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace.

Mr. Gibbs wanted to tell her, it would sooth her hurting so much. But he couldn't do that, as it would jeopardize the whole escape. They needed her to continue her morning. For a lover morns the heaviest, and would not morn so if their lover was still alive. Though it still hurt him to see her hurt so muchly, but at the same time he thought that Jack would be pleased that she was so effected by his 'death'. It showed to the whole world, who she loved, and who she loved no longer.

THREE NIGHTS BEFORE:

Commodore Beckett, or to Jack, the Un-intorduced man, grabbed him before he could leave the cabin. Outside he could still hear Elizabeth screaming, and was driven by the primal instinct to help and protect her against what ever evil she was up against.

He was only momentarily shocked when the man grabbed him, but he quickly recovered and delivered an almighty punch to the mans nose. It was good enough, the man let go and stumbled backwards leaving Jack to continue with his rescue mission.

Just as he placed his hands on the door, to open it he heard a pistol cock. He turned around slowly to see the man holding a pistol aimed right at him.

"I am terribly sorry Jack, but I need that compass of yours before I can allow you to leave" He said, wiping blood from his nose.

Jack smiled, which threw the man off for a moment, drew his own pistol cocked it, aimed and fired in one swift movement.

"Sorry," he said as he looked down on the man, who wasn't dead, but wounded badly "But you forgot one very important thing, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow….and I don't stand on ceremony, mate, elsewise we'd be standing here chatting all night, savvy?" He smiled again and drew his sword and placed it against the mans neck. "now ye say nothing about the happenings of tonight, let them presume what they wish."

Beckett nodded, but just barely as it hurt to much to move.

"Good man" Jack sheathed his sword, wondered over too the desk, opened a few draws, before he found what he wanted and then swanked out of the cabin.

Outside he saw Lizzie curled up on the deck. She appeared to be sleeping, but for her tear stained cheeks. Jack was filled with a sorrow, at her pain, and he wished greatly that he could ease it. But at the same time he was filled with a strange sort of happiness, as well as a sense of victory. She loved him, had come back for him, and therefore had shunned Will. He knelt down next to her and stroked her cheek gently.

"I'll come back for you lass." He whispered in her ear and then kissed her cheek lightly.

"JACK!" came a hoars loud whisper. It was Mr. Gibbs back on the pearl.

Jack smiled slightly as he stood back up and looked down on Lizzie. Then quickly scurried back over to the Black Pearl.

"We've got you all prepared, Cap'an" Mr. Gibbs said as Jack joined him on the deck.

"Thanks mate." Jack smiled at him. Mr. Gibbs smiled back. As Jack climbed into the long boat Mr.Gibbs gave silent orders for some of the crew, who were bound to secrecy, to help him lower the boat into the water.

"Safe travell'n cap'an" Mr. Gibbs called out to him. Jack smiled and saluted back.

"I'll be right. After all. I am Captain Jack Sparrow"

To Be Continued….

p.s. Damn it you all know me too well. How could I kill Jack? I did consider that maybe Will could kill jack, but he wouldn't do that, he's too much of a coward, he'd get someone else to do it for him (well in my story he's too much of a coward, sorry all Will fans, he is a great bloke….). Any way. This way Will thinks Jack is dead, Elizabeth thinks Jack is dead, and the only ones who know better are not going to tell anyone! Bwhahahahahahahaaa. Right. Thank you again for reviewing, you are all so dear in my heart!