Authors Note:

Sorry for posting so late again, Thank you ssssooooooo much to all who review. You guys are the best! Thank you!

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.

P.S Sex scene in this chapter, ye be warned though that it is bad. Also a bit of death, blood and gore….and unfortunately Will Turner…. Grr I dislike that man muchly!

Chapter 12 - A Moment in Heaven, a moment in Hell

Jack woke up, for the god only knows how ever many times, with Lizzie trying to kill him via sex. He wasn't complaining, not really, what man doesn't want to be woken up by a beautiful woman who has an insatiable taste for sex?

What man indeed.

As his body reacted, without his permission, to Lizzie's persistence he realized that she wasn't going to stop. He let out a soft moan and tried to do anything to distract himself. It's not that he didn't want sex. He wanted it a lot, Lizzie was beautiful, and he had gone through several kinds of hell to finally make her his own, and now his body was failing him! The simple matter was that if his penis had to go through with the action of sex again it was going to rebel against it's adoring master and fall off.

That is a fate worse than death. A true punishment. To have Lizzie and not be able to enjoy her. Jack imagined that that was what hell was.

Dead fat women, dead fat women, dead fat women, Jack muttered in a mantra within his head, in a desperate yet futile attempt to turn himself off.

It wasn't working.

Not long ago this was Jacks ideal dream, to have a woman who wanted sex all the time. Only… he hadn't thought about the consequences. Who would have thought that the infamous Jack Sparrow would be worn out?

It hurt though! He thought in his own defence. It wasn't his fault, truly!

She had ridden it raw, or at least it felt that way. Since when could a woman out sex a man? It was un-natural, and Jack was slightly scared.

"Lizzie, luv, you are trying to kill me aren't you?" he mumbled sleepily as he finally opened his eyes. He was greeted with a radiant smile, with beautiful tussled gold hair, dark eyes and the silkiest skin he had ever caressed. Despite himself, and despite the pain that it caused him, he got an erection. Lizzie didn't reply, but for the smile and continued caressing him, and more importantly his tender penis, until he was hard enough for sex. With a mischievous smile which Jack loved, but also knew it meant trouble, she threw a leg over him and sat just below it.

He was desperate, he had no options left, there was nothing to do! She had him cornered and exactly the way she wanted him.

Jack moaned in pleasure. Damn this woman, and damn his body. Couldn't it tell he was in pain, tired and had a ship to run? He had barely been outside in the two days since they left Port Royal, and he knew the crew knew, which wasn't entirely bad, but he needed to know if they were really going to die. How far away was the navy?

However, despite Jack's deepest objections, he couldn't help himself. With a sudden burst of energy, he sat up, grabbed Lizzie around the waist and threw her onto her back. Lizzie let out a little shriek of surprise as she was borne onto her back with Jack now leaning over her, a mischievous smile adorning his face. She wasn't expecting the movement, so took a few moments to realize that now Jack was on top of her, and taking control. Lizzie wasn't going to object, she loved what he could do to her body and the sensations that he could conjure up in her. She loved it. And more importantly she loved him. Relinquishing control she gave herself, mind, body and soul to Jack Sparrow and let him work his magic.

Jack carefully and teasingly rubbed himself against Lizzie, and felt her reaction to it in more than one way, seeing her arch her body up towards him, and the little moans that she would breath out sent him crazy. After a few moments of gentle teasing, kisses lightly down her neck which would trail down to her breasts, where they would linger there and tease her nipples, soft caresses down her body and back up again, Jack finally slipped himself into her and was greeted with the satisfactory gasp of pleasure that she would always let out on cue. Jack slowly moved in and out, bringing himself almost all the way out, pausing, waiting for Lizzie to buck her hips up to meet him and the plunge himself back in. However this not only teased Lizzie, but it was hard for Jack to maintain. All the pain that his penis had felt but moments before were forgotten and replaced with an intense pleasure!

Jack started to get faster, and Lizzie's gasps and moans became shallower and quicker with his movements. Jack started to repeat the mantra that he had tried before in a naive belief that it would help him to last now.

Half an hour later, Lizzie was some whatly satisfied, at least for the next few hours and Jack was able to make his escape to the outside world, leaving Lizzie to sleep off her hard, strenuous work. Jack snorted at the thought of her and all the energy she had expended.

Hard work indeed.

Jack opened his doors and was greeted by the beautiful mid-morning sun and the sea which shimmered and glistened with the sun's light.

Breathing deeply, he savored the smell and taste of the cooling ocean breeze. He hadn't yet got a bearing, so essentially he was just sailing any where, as long as it was away from Port Royal, and away from Tortuga, for surely they would look for him there first. However, he really didn't want to go too far into the un-known, for otherwise he won't be able to find his way back, and more importantly it would take him too long to get back. Jack wondered over to the railing to look out at the sea as he flipped out his compass, frowned at what he saw there and flipped it shut again.

Ilovejack, ilovejack, ilovejack

Will stormed around Beckett's office, waiting for the commodore to join him. It had been two days at least since his woman and his ship had been stolen from him by a dead man. Well at least he had thought the man had been dead, Beckett had confirmed the death of Jack Sparrow, he had obviously lied.

That night Will had stormed in this office too. Beckett had refused to comment, but acted as if the loss of a ship belonging to the Navy had been purely Will's fault. Other than abusing Will for his lack of competence and his disobedience of orders the Commodore had said nothing about the death of Jack Sparrow.

Obviously Will wasn't going to stand for that.

He wanted answers and he wanted them now. Already that year he had suffered the loss of Elizabeth's love. It had been one of the most painful experiences in young Williams life, the things he had done for her, had risked for her, and she threw it all back in his face by choosing to love a pirate. Will had not expected to feel that pain again, it wasn't part of the plan for that old wound to be broken. And it was all Becketts fault. If he had just finished Jack off, than Will would be finally enjoying Lizzie. But instead she was loosing that to Jack.

The thought of her under Jack, of the noises that would issue from her sweet tender mouth made Will even angrier.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

The door opened finally and the arrogant Commodore entered the room.

"What is it Captain Turner?"

"I want to know what happened"

"There isn't much to know." He said snobbishly as he sat himself down on the chair behind the table and started to inspect some papers on his desk for a moment before finally looking back at Will.

"Are you going to be wasting much more of my time? Or are you going to go and get my ship back?" he said a little annoyed, there was an edge to his voice, that had always been there, but now seemed to have been sharpened.

"I'll leave once I know why and how Jack Sparrow is alive." Will said with an equal edge to his tone. There was not much point searching for the pearl. In fact there was not much point for Will to be a part of the Navy any more. He had only joined it so that he could sail with the Black Pearl, and to get enough rank to impress Elizabeth and win her back. What point was there to all that now. With this knowledge safely in Wills mind he became reckless, without a care for the consequences his actions might cause.

"Well he obviously escaped somehow." Was all the answer that Will was going to get. It was also a dismissal, this Will could tell from the tone in Becketts voice.

Will wasn't going to stand for it. He pulled out his pistol and before Beckett had time to react, he shot him through the head at short range. The mess was incredible. Blood and brains decorated the back of the chair and the wall behind him in a rather incredible splatter pattern. Beckett fell forward onto the desk, blood spilling out of the large head wound and started to pool on the mahogany table. Will snarled and spat at him. But he didn't have much time. He needed to escape.

He knew exactly where to go.

To the only other man on this earth who had been hurt so much by a woman that the pain was too much to bare. To a man who had locked his heart away.

TO BE CONTINUED!

P.S Ok, I hate having so much about Will too, but trust me that it is useful for further down the line, and I had to explain how and why….oh but I feel so dirty! starts to scrub at hands "can't get clean, won't come off…" right, well Will will ,hahahahah, will will….how funny, reappear and feature in some more chapters….oh I feel like I've sold my soul to the devil… "So dirty…the dirt won't come off" Continues to scrub at hands ….sorry all Will fans. And thank you to all my reviewers…your all so special!