Authors Note:

This is a bad chapter, things don't quite make sense, add up, are improabable, impossible and all manner of things, but it is the only way that I could think of to get them back on the Pearl and for the story to continue, so I apologize in advance, please forgive me. It also jumps a lot, out of my lazy nature, so please forgive me that as well. Oh and thank you so much to my reviewers, it means so much to me. Those of you who read and don't review…please review, even if it's to say that you don't like it! Ta.

P.S sorry I took so long in posting again…my boyfriend required some attention!

DISCLAIMER: In my dreams I own Jack Sparrow…. Sorry did I say that out loud! 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 lasting un-conditional love of POTC and in particular Jack Sparrow.

Chapter 11 - Time to Go 'luv!

Jack and Elizabeth fled down the beach away from the search party. As they fled Jack looked back and could see that indeed, the noises that they heard among the trees were soldiers, and they were armed, angry and looking for the governors daughter, who they thought had gone nutty. To them just more proof that Pirates were a dangerous breed if the death of one could so much damage the mental health of a high class respectable lady. At least she had been respectable.

Jack looked forward again, to an ever increasing in length beach. It was a lot larger than it had been last night! Behind him he could hear the acclamations and shouts of the soldiers, who had obviously spotted the fleeing couple and were now in hot pursuit. Jack would be damned if he let them take Lizzie away from him, when he had only just found her again, and he would be more damned if he let them do that and hang him for his efforts. He wasn't going back to the noose. In his mind, he had escaped from such a fate far to many times, no doubt his luck in such situations was running short, and he didn't plan on finding out just how forgiving fate was.

His mind worked frantically on an escape, he usually just lucked his way out of life threatening situations, but he had a feeling that this was not one of them. Now that they had been seen, and were currently being pursued, he could not go back to the 'ship' and sail away to safety. Ror that would be signing a death sentence for the rest of the crew, who were no doubt lying passed out on the beach where he had left them, not on the ship ready to sail!

Under his breath he cursed the navy, and cursed the governor for loving his daughter so much. Couldn't he just accept that she was Jacks now and let her go? Jack snorted un-impressed under his breath as he ran on. Glancing over his shoulder he was glad to see that the soilders were not gaining any ground, they were so heavily armed with guns and swords that they were finding it difficult to run with any speed in the sand. But just as such Jack could some of them, sick of pursuit, get their guns out and start to aim. Deciding that he didn't want to be a clear target Jack made a snap decision, grabbed Lizzies hand and hurled them both into the trees again, where at least they weren't such an easy target. Correction, were at least he wasn't such an easy target. Jack had no plans on dying this day, not without taking something from Lizzie, that he knew she didn't want any more.

Once in the trees Jack proceeded to get them lost among the thick undergrowth and tall trees, the shouts of the soldiers were getting much more faint and distant, and more importantly there was no longer the sound of bullets whizzing past his head. Eventually he slowed down, and found a small pile of random rocks by which he could hide behind. Ducking behind them quickly he waited for Lizzie. He needed to confer with her, for Jack suddenly realized that he had not a clue where they were. He was totally dis-orientated, and for all he knew they could be heading back towards the town. Traveling at night through something which closely resembled a thick tropical forest, for a long time, with no sense of direction was probably not the best idea. To be fair though, land was a foreign being to him, he could navigate the oceans, but he couldn't navigate a small spit of god- forsaken land.

Jack was heartily sick of land.

He wanted the sea

He wanted the pearl.

Lizzie sat down panting beside him, leaning her head against the rock. Looking at her, covered in sweat, panting and looking exhausted stirred up those familiar feelings as it bought to mind what she would look like panting underneath him in ecstasy. He almost wanted to punch his dick, for it was most definitely behaving in a mutinous manner this day.

"Do you know where we are luv?" he asked in an attempt to devise an escape plan, as well as to distract himself and his penis.

"We, are close to the south tip of the island, almost directly below the town, we must have followed the east coast, if we keep on going we'll be on the other side of the island" she said panting.

"Where is the Hidden Bay from here" he asked while glancing over the top of the rock to see where their pursuers were, he couldn't see them but he could hear faint whispers on the wind of their shouts. They must have lost them. Lizzie glanced at him for a moment.

"Is that where you put anchor?"

"Yes"

"ok… it's north-west of here. I guess a few hours walk maybe, we'd get there before sun-down."

"great." He sat down and looked at her again. A thought crossed his mind "Do you know where the Pearl is?" he asked, almost whimsically, his voice sounding like it did when he spoke of the pearl and freedom so many months ago on another god-forsaken spit of land. Jack decided that he would become like Davy Jones. Only come to land once every ten years. He had already filled his quota for the next 50 in Jack's mind.

Lizzie looked at him sadly, then looked at the ground as she spoke.

"It hasn't been in port since they bought me back here. I used to look at it from the window. They are using it now as part of their fleet. Will was made Captain, the last I heard. Where it is…. I don't know"

"ah" It broke his heart to hear of the Pearl in the hands of the navy, to be used in such a way, and to be steered by the mutinous dog that was his loves former fiancé.

"I'm sorry Jack"

"Not your problem or fault luv" he gave a sad, half smile. "well lets start back towards the new ship then shall we?"

Lizzie smiled. "I think we shall."

Ilovejack, ilovejack, ilovejack!

Just as the sun sank down into the water, in a display of flaming glory, showering the world with a red and golden glow that set whisps of clouds on fire Lizzie and Jack stumbled into the camp.

The crew greeted both of them enthusiastically and with a mug of rum. Jack collapsed into the sand near a low fire that they had lit and starred into the depths of the rum in deep contemplation. It had been a hard day, the navy had been close on their tails the entire time, but had given up and returned home, ready to continue their search the next day, of the naïve belief that she couldn't get off this island without returning to the town. This belief suited them fine.

Mr. Gibbs sat down next to the Jack and drank deep of his rum.

"What be of the Pearl Cap'an?" he asked.

"She's gone mate" Jack said in a distant manner.

"Gone? Nay. That's impossible!" he exclaimed.

"She's under the command of the navy now, sailing the seas under the instruction of a mutinous dog"

"Aye, she be all those things, but" he said and smiled at Jack. Jack looked at him confused. Why would he be smiling in such a conversation? "The statement that she be sailing the seas Cap'an"

"What are ye saying Mr. Gibbs?" he asked carefully. Hope was swelling in his chest. Could it be possible? Could the Pearl have come back to Port Royal! What Luck! That he be there at the same time that the Pearl returns.

Not luck.

Fate

The Pearl was returning to her true love, just as Jack searched for her. This was too good to be true.

"The Pearl Cap'an! The Pearl has come to anchor in Port Royal!" Jack almost jumped with surprise.

"That's impossible!"

"Im-probable Cap'an, but she be there, we watched her sail in! As we looked for you."

Jack could not possibly try to explain the joy that filled him. The smile on his face was the biggest any one had ever seen. Elizabeth watched him from the other side of the camp fire and seeing him so happy made her smile softly to herself. She was to tired to join in the crazy scene that was occurring on the opposite side of the campfire. Despite her efforts to stay awake and at least watch the celebrations she passed out soon after the revelation that the Pearl was at Port Royal.

Ilovejack, ilovejack, ilovejack

Jack stood on the top of the hill looking down at the bay, and in particular the black spot that floated in the middle of the harbor. He was still and silent as if he were in a church and paying his respects to god, the look in his eyes was akin to the look that had flared in his eyes as he had looked out of a crack in the wall of his jail cell as the Pearl attacked the port. It was a look with a mixture of love, respect, adoration, and a strange sort of ownership. Jack had gone through so much hell to be with this ship. It was the dearest thing to him. Bar one other now. He looked over at Lizzie, who had a similar look in her eyes as she gazed down at the black spot on the harbor. It was more than a ship to both of them.

It was freedom.

Jack, Elizabeth and the crew took one last look at the Pearl and than disappeard back into the trees where they had come from.

Before the sun set on another day, the crew, and most importantly Jack, had the Pearl back under their possession. It had been hard, and near impossible, but he had triumphed yet again, and had won the best prize of all. Jack had more or less used the same technique when he commandeered the "Interceptor". The Navy had learnt from that attack, but this time Jack had more man power, and another ship that he could use in his attack.

How ever they had managed it, it had been achieved, and now they were back on the seas, with the Pearl sailing majestically into the sunset, no doubt with the navy hot on their tail.

There was only one man in the world who would risk anything for a ship, for this ship. And that was Captain Jack Sparrow. Will had been sitting in the pub when he had been told that the Black Pearl had just been commandeered. This news came shortly after his servant had informed him that Miss Swann had run away, and that the navy was still searching for her. He only suffered shock for a single moment, and then anger had flared up in him. There was only one reason why Will had come back to Port Royal with the Pearl. That reason was simple. He wanted to talk to Elizabeth. He wanted to have her again, and he had figured that by now she would be over her short fling with Jack and would come running back to him. Instead she had run off with Jack Sparrow.

Again.

The fact that this man had stolen the woman of Wills dreams from under him twice, really irritated Will. Jack was supposed to be out of the picture, an obstacle tactifully removed by an alliance with Beckett. It had been a good deal. Will would hand over Jack and in return he would get the charges against him and Elizabeth lifted, and be awarded a place in the navy. He had also removed Jack.

Or so he had thought.

The scene that Will threw when he heard the news could only be described as a childish tantrum. He threw his mug across the room with a force that scared his crew slightly. They shrank away from him as he yelled at anything and everything. When he yelled instructions to get the Pearl back and to hang any one on board they were dutifully followed as the crew shrank away from him and slinked out of the pub to ready another ship. Will stormed out of the pub and made his way to Becketts office.

This would not stand.

Jack and Elizabeth looked out on the golden hued ocean as they sailed away from the cage, the hurt and into freedom. Lizzie had her arm around Jack and he had his around her as they steered the Pearl away from civilization and into their own world.

Ilovejack, ilovejack, ilovejack.

That night, as some of the crew slept, and the others kept the Pearl on course, Elizabeth and Jack explored every inch of each other's bodies.

Lizzie lay on his bed naked, and Jack stood next to her, equally naked and just gazed down at her. Lizzie blushed under his intense look and giggled nervously. Jack smiled down at her and joined her on the bed.

His hands ran all over her body, committing every curve and bump, scare and freckle to memory as his mouth followed his hands sending shivers down Lizzies back. As he went further down south she arched her body so as to meet him. Her own hands exploring his body as he moved over her. Jack was taking her to a place which she never imagined existed. He bought her to the peak of ecstasy so many times that she couldn't count. And he achieved this without ever breaking her.

It was a long time, time spent exploring each others body by the soft glow of the candle light, before Jack finally took Lizzies virginity. Lizzie let out a gasp of pain with the first thrust, but the pain soon abated into pure ecstasy and she was soon crying out in pleasure as Jack moved in and out on top of her, bringing a sweet sweat to both of their bodies. They came together in the end, and Jack collapsed exhausted ontop of her. Lizzie giggled.

"Again" she whispered huskily into Jacks ears and was pleased to note the goosebumps that appeared on his back as she trailed a finger softly up his back.

To be continued!

P.S: Sorry for the sucky Sex scene, I was trying to write this chapter as quickly as I could. And don't worry the next chapter is going to be purely sex, and then we'll get back into the story line. Thank you for all who reviewed, you are amazing guys! Please keep reviewing and reading, it is the only reason I continue to read, and besides reviewing means so much to me!