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BTW: this chapter switches from one to the other at the end, and it's too hard to keep on telling you when they switch, but it's pretty easy to follow. Sorry for the inconvinece.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned these characters, if I owned Jack Sparrow in particular, what in the name of dear heaven would I be doing writing about him? There are much more interesting activities that I would be engaged in! so need I say more. I suppose I must. I don't own them, as sad as that is, I can't own them, sadder that that is and all I am left with is my ever last un-conditional love of POTC and in particular Jack Sparrow.

Chapter 10: The Opportune Moment Taken.

Elizabeth stopped banging her head against the table and listened intently. She must be going mad, or maybe she had just drunk too much, because she could have sworn that she had just heard Captain Jack Sparrow calling her name. And that was impossible.

She turned her head slightly and glanced at the hand on her shoulder.

It was dirty, almost permanently stained. And it was adorned with various types of rings. This hand was very familiar to her, she had wished reverently once that it would caress her lightly and bring her to a state of ecstasy.

This hand belonged to a man who was dead.

Or so she had thought.

Elizabeth didn't want to look up and see who really belonged to this grimy dirty hand which she thought was Jacks. She wanted to continue in the belief that it was him, that he wasn't dead and had come back to save her. But she knew that if she looked up she'd be disappointed and heartbroken for the hand on her shoulder was a drunken illusion. Jack couldn't possibly be alive.

"Lizzie" the voice came again, slurred as usual but slightly more because he had been drinking. It was Jack's voice.

Elizabeth shrugged the hand off.

"this is a cruel joke you are playing sire. Leave me be" she spoke slowly because words seemed to be alluding her in her drunken state. She had to concentrate on every word. Elizabeth still refused to look up, tears had began to well in her eyes, tears she had thought she could no longer shed.

But the man didn't go away, instead he sat down on the chair next to her. Drunken anger flared up in Elizabeth and she turned to him to yell at this man to get away and if he didn't move she was well prepared to resort to violence. She was a woman on the edge, on a drunken edge, and she was not to be messed with in such a cruel and hurtful way.

She looked up.

And the words froze in her mouth. She couldn't utter anything, but instead quickly looked away.

It's an illusion. It has to be. Oh god how horrible.

A gentle and kind yet rough hand crept under her chin and pushed it gently up and towards it's owner. Elizabeth resisted momentarily, but she was far to drunk. One finger from that hand, crept up and wiped away the tears on her face, it was done in such a careful and tender way that it was close to a caress. With one last hesitation she let her self be manipulated. She was far to drunk to really resist, and she thought that now was just as good a time as ever to once and for all quench that tiny flame of hope which had burned up until now.

Opening her eyes she looked into the deep dark eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow.

Elizabeth fainted in shock.

Ilovejack, ilovejack, ilovejack

Jack caught her in a well practiced and rather graceful manner before she hit the ground. Smiling slightly he swung her over his shoulder and carried her out of the bar.

He was shocked at how light she was, how positively fragile she looked and felt under his hands. But even being as light as she was Jack knew that he wasn't going to be able to carry Elizabeth all the way back to the ship which resembled a poorly made boat to Jack. Which reminded him. He hadn't seen the Black Pearl in harbour, which worried him, he had to keep on telling himself that it was dark, and of course he couldn't see it. He couldn't see anything!

Instead Jack decided that he would make temporary stop off and wait for Elizabeth to wake up. After all she was terribly drunk and waking up slung over some mans shoulder could be quite a surprise to say the lest. She may not remember what had transpired either, which means she will be shocked again any way. Jack hoped that she didn't faint again though. How was he to explain himself when she kept on passing out, and she wasn't even wearing a corset!

Jack went quickly through the town, avoiding any people that may be out, even if they were drunk it could cause problems, and then went back the way he came, to the best of his memory anyway.

Finding a secluded beach in his traveling, evidence that his memory and sense of direction were not what he thought they were, he decided that here was as good as any place to let Elizabeth wake up. He placed her gently on the sand and put his jacket over her to keep her warm. Satisfied that she was warm and reasonably comfortable Jack sat down next to her and examined her closely.

She looked so different from his memory. She was definitely skinnier than he remembered, though she had always been a bony lass. But it was more than just skin deep, this change in Elizabeth, something appeared to be missing when she looked into his eyes those few short seconds before she fainted. A defeat, of some sort. Jack couldn't put his hands on it, but he knew that he was probably the cause.

And morbidly that warmed his heart. It meant that she really did care for him, and when he heard that she had rejected Will it had felt like a victory. He had been truly happy, but looking down on Elizabeth who appeared to be a mere shadow of the person that she was before, maybe his 'death' had taken too much of a toll on her. Jack was starting to regret that decision.

It wasn't long before Elizabeth blinked her beautiful eyes open. Jack smiled secretly to himself as she looked around and then rested on him. A small, almost childish frown appeared on her brow.

"Is that really you Jack?" she asked softly. He almost missed it. But he smiled

"Certainly is luv"

"You are really alive"

"As ever luv"

Elizabeth pushed her self up so that now she was sitting and facing Jack. She was still frowning

"I thought you were dead"

"I know you did luv and I'm sorry that I had to do it that way"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was protecting you" Jack was starting to get slightly scared. Her look had changed from confused to angry.

"Protecting me?" her voice began to raise. Oh shit, thought Jack. He really ought to have foreseen this. It wasn't going to be all tears and sex. "Protecting me from what?" she hissed.

"I was going after Davvy Jone's heart, I was informed of It's location, and I knew it was going to be dangerous and I didn't want you coming along" he was clutching at some pathetic looking straws here, his excuse was sounding lame even to him.

"Why? Was I some sort of imposition on you?"

"Not at all luv. I didn't want you getting hurt that's all!" that seemed to be satisfactory answer to her, Jack let out a breath and realized that he had been holding it. What was that saying again…Hell knows no fury as a woman scorned? Jack hoped it wasn't true, else wise he was on a first class ticket to hell's fury

"Ok," She started slowly again, getting up to pace around. Her head had started to pound from the night before and she wasn't feeling to good. She really just wanted to sleep some more, but to her surprise seeing Jack alive had bought on a feeling of severe hatred instead of the love she had been feeling. It was probably unreasonable, but damn it she deserved to know why she had been so upset for so long " so why not send me word that you were alive Jack? How Could you make me think that you were dead? Have you ANY idea the pain that I went through?"

Jack had no answer to that. He just looked at the sand, he really had no excuse, and he was starting to think that maybe faking his death was a really bad idea. After all, it could very well have been easier with Elizabeth there…

"I'm sorry Lizzie, I meant no harm in it savvy?" He offered weakly. Jack wasn't a simpleton, he could tell that Lizzie was very upset with him. After all he had played with her heart, and was starting to think that he had been burnt for his clumsy efforts.

Elizabeth fumed to herself for a few more minutes than looked back at him. Jack watched her pace up and down in front of him and looked up at her pleading with her and was grateful to hear a sigh.

"I'm still very angry at you for this Jack Sparrow" she said and came back over to him. He smiled slightly. "Don't you be smiling either! I'm serious! You'll be in a lot of trouble for a very long time. I just have a headache and I'm feeling sick. Definitely not in the mood to be arguing over this" she said and collapsed into the sand next to him, exhausted emotionally and physically.

Jack gave his best charming smile, with a definite hint of mischievousness and slyness mixed in. He slid over closer to her and put an arm gently around her shoulder. Much like he had done a long time ago, on a beach much like this.

"I'm very willing to make it up to you for the rest of your life." He said.

Elizabeth was momentarily taken aback by such a comment, Jack could see that she was figuring out exactly what he meant by that. So while she was figuring it out, and deciding on whether or not to take him up on it, he leant over, and gently pulled her closer to him one hand lightly on the back of her head, the other in the small of her back. She didn't resist, she let him manipulate her. With one last smile Jack kissed her deeply and passionately and felt the reaction from her as she leaned in more and melted under his hands.

The kiss grew more and more passionate and Jack slipped his hands under her shirt. Her skin was silky smooth under his caress, and he watched as goosebumps grew in the wake of his hand as it moved over her body following the lines and contours. Eventually it came to rest on her breast and there it stayed for a good long time.

Elizabeth let out a soft moan as she felt the heat growing in her body. Jacks hands sending waves of heat down to a place she never thought she could feel such things. The ecstasy that he was creating with his hands was amazing. Elizabeth could feel the pressure building up and her skin burned with passion. She pressed herself against him more, as if she would never be close enough to him, and the pleasure that he was creating despite her previous ailments of a headache and a queasy gut. Those were long forgotten as she gave herself over to Jack, so that he could bring her to that final stage of release.

In time Jack decided that he had had enough of clothing being in the way and started to remove his own shirt first, and Elizabeths' second. As he removed his shirt, her hand came up to caress his chest, and his reaction to it was very big and almost simultaneous. After all he had been on a life or death mission for the last two months, and hadn't been touched by a female in that period, the last time he had been touched, which was by Elizabeth, he was left with an erection and no cure or release for it.

Once her shirt was of, he maneuvered himself, so that she was lying on her back, and he was leaning over her. She smiled up at him, and he gave a sly smile back.

Jack started to caress her body again, lightly and softly, so that his hand almost didn't touch her skin at all. He traced her body down to her pants, and then traced around the rim. Elizabeths reaction to this, gave his reaction even more fuel. He wasn't going to be able to control himself.

Elizabeth let out a soft moan as his hand reached in between her legs, even over the breeches that she was wearing this touch and caress bought her to an entirely previously unknown level of pleasure. She moved her hips to the motion of his hand, and moaned again. Feeling Jack pause for a moment she opened her eyes.

"Just a moment there luv. Gotta take this slow"

"Screw slow!" She muttered under her breath. Jack smiled at that, but came back to kiss her lightly, their lips barely moving, his whole body ontop of her now, but it was some how not crushing her. One hand cupped her check as he gently and lovingly kissed her and the other one made it in between their bodies to undo her pants.

Realising what he was going to do, Elizabeth helped him remove her pants. And then laid back to let him continue working his magic without interruption. With one hand on the small of her back he slipped the other one down her pants,.His touch warranted a moan of ectasy from Elizabeth, which got another reaction out of him.

Jack felt his way between her legs and rubbed her lightly, in a place he had known since he was quite young. He felt Lizze buck underneath him and kissed her again, just as she let out a moan of ecstasy. As he was kissing her he moved down a bit so that he could move his fingers gently into her crevice. Slipping them expertly and gently got another moan out of Lizzie but this one slightly louder. This just got another reaction out of him, and it felt like his erection was going to break his pants…it was slightly painful.

He moved his fingers in and out slowly to begin with, but increased the speed as he listened and felt Lizzies reactions to it, which were getting louder and more frequent.

It wasn't long before her final release came, and she let out a final moan of pleasure. Jack didn't mind that he didn't get to have sex, watching and feeling Lizzies' experience was enough to have driven him to the same conclusion. He smiled down at her, and Lizzie gave a whimsical smile back, still panting.

Elizabeth hated to admit it, but she was slightly less angry with Jack as she lay in the sand, panting after having received the most pleasure from a man she loved, who happened to have come back from the dead. She looked up at him smiling down on her and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. He obliged her and then lay down next to her, with an arm under her neck, he positioned her so that her head was lying on his chest, curled up around his body. Elizabeth listened to the rhythm that his beating heart produced, as she was lulled into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months, just as the sun began to rise over the sea. After all. Who can stay mad at the wonderful Captain Jack Sparrow?

p.s smut smut smut smut, smut smut smut smut! Yay! Finally some smut! Yay! Never mind about the thing at the beginning I have read your reviews and….I LOVE YOU ALL! Hugs all around… and I'm sorry about switching between Lizzie and Lizze. It was wrong of me so I have changed back. And yes, thank you ALL SO MUCH! For reviewing, it made my day!