The dinner party went swimmingly, with Tiffany only talking when she had to. Her mind drifted during the mindless drabble the gentlemen and ladies talked about. She reached for her glass of wine.

"If I had stayed on the Pearl I'd be having an adventure now. Fighting cursed pirates or finding treasure. But then again why didn't he say good bye? Why not? I really miss him…I mean; I miss that life...yeah. Jack didn't say goodbye because he's a pirate. Probably couldn't wait to be rid of me."

Elizabeth nudged Tiffany in the ribs. Tiffany looked around and saw everyone looking at her, incredulously. She looked at Elizabeth who was stifling laughter.

"You just drank that entire glass of wine." Elizabeth said, pointing to the glass. Tiffany went the same colour as the wine, a deep ruby red. She lowered her head and the chatter continued. Tiffany looked up feeling eyes on her. She glanced around and saw a man, sitting at a different table across the room. He was in the shadows and only the glint of his buttons on a coat could be seen in the candle light. Suddenly a hand, covered with rings, obscured her vision.

"May I dance with you, Miss Devrell?" Tiffany looked up into the face of a man at least thirty years her senior. He had brown hair flecked with silver and had thick tangled eye brows. He smiled at her showing a gap between his two front teeth and a missing one on the left. He was in no way handsome but Tiffany obliged and took his hand.

"Of course you may." She said, standing up and being led to the already crowned dance floor. They waltzed around, gracefully, although every so often Tiffany would steal a glance at the mysterious man in the shadows. He was there as she spun around but then he was gone. She sighed and turned her attention back to the dance. The woman lined up as did the men and then they weaved through each other, stepping together and away, together and away. By the end of the night Tiffany was tired and made her way outside for some fresh air and to get away from the squawking posh women and their laughing husbands. She began walking through the gardens, wrapping her arms around herself as a shield from the cold. It didn't work. Then she heard something. She looked around the bushes and spun around at another rustling sound. She began to shake, partly from the cold but mainly because of the thing in the bushes.

"Who's there?" The silence was the only response.

"Show yourself." She ordered, fear pulsing through her. Suddenly something glinted in the moonlight. What she wasn't sure but she believed it to be…a button? The figure moved closer to her until they were not even inches apart.

"Come with me." The husky voice whispered. Arms wrapped themselves around her and pulled her to the body. Then she caught his face.

"Miss me, love?" Her hand shot to her mouth as Jack smiled down at her. Anger took over her and having nothing else to do, she slapped him.

"That was for leaving with out saying goodbye." Jack nodded.

"I guess I deserved that."

"And this is for coming back." She pulled him into a passionate, fiery kiss. He pulled back and smirked at her.

"So is that a yes?"

"Yes." She barely whispered it as tears overflowed and flooded down her cheeks. Jack wiped them away with a callous thumb.

"Yer meant ta be happy." Tiffany looked up at him, her green eyes alight and laced with crystal tears.

"I am." She said as he pulled her to him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his comforting breathing and heart beat.

"I really, really am."

…

"Where did Tiffany go?" Elizabeth asked Will, who seemed just as bemused as she was. Everything about Tiffany bemused him, not least of all her sudden decisions to disappear.

"She may have gone back. I heard a carriage go earlier." Will said, taking Elizabeth's arm. They left the house and got in their own carriage to be ridden back to their own house, where Tiffany had been staying.

"Her window's open." Elizabeth said, pointing to the window. Will nodded and opened the door, walking in quietly. Laughter could be heard upstairs. Will and Elizabeth looked at each other. Tiffany hadn't laughed since the Pearl so they didn't know what to believe. Will took a finely made sword from the wall.

"I'll go and check who is in there." He said but Elizabeth grabbed his arm.

"I'm coming too, Will." She said, firmly and, instead of arguing with his wife, he let her follow him up the stairs. They came to Tiffany's room as the noise died down. Will suddenly threw the door open. No one was there. The window was open, the curtain floating around, idly, being played with by the breeze. A small candle flickered by the desk and a pot of ink was spilled, ink dripping to the floor. The quill sat, useless, on the edge of the desk as if it had been dropped down in a hurry. Elizabeth looked around. The wardrobe doors were open yet it was full of dresses and corsets. What was gone, however, was a pair of breeches and a billowing shirt. Everything was untouched so the couple came to the conclusion there was no thief. Then something caught Elizabeth's eye. She walked over to the silk laden bed and picked up a small letter.

"Look, Elizabeth." Will said, pointing out of the window.

There were two figures running, hand in hand away from the building. They were laughing and suddenly one turned to the other and kissed them before scooping them up and running again. Elizabeth smiled as she ripped open the letter. She began reading aloud. Tears came to her eyes and Will put is arm around her.

"She finally did learn to run."

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