Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Jack, Lizzie, or any of the characters from the Pirates Trilogy. It's very sad but very true.

Author's Note: It has been waaay too long since I updated this story! I'm not going to lie I pretty much lost all motivation for finishing this a while back as I'm sure everyone can see from the huge time gap between when I last updated and today but I was going through some old files on my laptop earlier and I found a few unfinished chapters and after re-reading them I suddenly found myself inspired again. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed and favorited this story over the years even though it seemed like I would never update. You are all amazing and I so appreciate you taking the time to review. This is the one chapter I found that was already basically complete so I'm posting this now and hopefully I'll be able to post more within a week or so. I have 3 or 4 chapters that need to be finished and 5 or 6 more in the outline stage so who knows how many chapters I may add. Thank you all again for sticking with this story and I hope you all enjoy the continuation of Moments in the Life of Lizzie and Jack Sparrow!

Lizzie you don't understand-"

"No, you don't understand, Jack! You are my Captain and- lest you forget- my husband. I'm not leaving your side."

He glared fiercely at her for a moment, emotions burning bright in his sepia gaze that could not be named, before pulling her harshly against his chest and kissing her with the passion that had always fueled their relationship. Uncaring of the crew watching or the enemy closing in or the weapons they still had in their hands, they melted into each other.

Jack broke the kiss as abruptly as he began it and took her by the shoulders, "If you get yerself killed today Lizzie I will bring you back myself and you will not enjoy what I do to you."

He shook her lightly for emphasis before releasing her only to have her grab hold of his jacket and press another hard kiss to his lips.

"Same goes for you, Captain," she promised, finally releasing him.

They stood side by side, and loaded with weapons as they were, with the matching fierce expressions on their faces and their trinket-filled hair swirling around them, they looked every inch the savage pirate royalty they were said to be.

Thrust. Parry. Dodge. Parry. No more time for worrying or even thinking. The only focus was survival. The long hours training with Will so many years ago were forgotten in favor of pure instinct. The sound of steel clanging against steel filled the air, underscored with the guttural screams of those that fell. If Lizzie had heard any of it she might have worried who the screams were from. Was it someone she knew? Someone she loved? Gibbs, Cotton, Ragetti... Jack? As it was she could hear nothing but her own pounding heart, feel nothing but the jarring vibration when her cutlass met another.

She couldn't say what it was that had caught her attention about the man other than perhaps that he was the only one in the melee not fighting. She stared at him for a long moment before a sharp pain in her arm snapped her attention back to the man she'd been fighting.

'Stupid Elizabeth! Never take your eyes off your opponent!'

She threw herself back into the battle with that thought but couldn't help keeping one eye on the man who was simply staring out into the mass of fighters. He was searching for someone. But who? And why? Her attention was drawn away by a flurry of thrusts from her opponent, the fierceness of it forcing her to back up and focus all her attentions on defending herself.

By the time her eyes found the strange man again he'd found what he'd been searching for. A pistol was drawn from his belt and Lizzie suddenly felt a chill that had nothing to do with the wind coming off the surf. She followed his eye line knowing who would be there before she saw him.

She'd be too late, she knew that. Somewhere in Elizabeth's mind she knew she wasn't going to make it in time. There was no question of not trying though. She ducked around her opponent and took off at a dead run towards the man aiming at her husband.

'You're not going to make it, Lizzie. Not before he fires. Think girl! What else could you use? How can you distract him?'

Without slowing even a bit Elizabeth's gaze darted all around her, looking for something- anything that could help her. There was chaos all around her but nothing that she could use. So she used the only ranged weapon in her possession. She screamed.

During a battle like the one the crew of the Pearl was currently fighting, there's a lot of noise: swords clanging together, boots tromping all over the deck, men screaming as they die. It's loud and chaotic and it's near impossible to get someone's attention because everyone is fighting for their own lives. A woman's voice though, was an oddity in a sea battle. It was the only element of surprise Elizabeth had. Those fighting for their lives all around her on the deck might not hear but the only attention she needed was from the only man not fighting for his life. If she could just distract him enough to notice her, he'd see that she was rushing him. He'd have to draw his sword to defend himself or shoot at her. Either way he'd be unable to fire at her captain.

Her target's eyes widened when he glanced in her direction, jolted by her desperate scream, only to see Elizabeth running flat out at him with her cutlass already arcing towards him. His pistol fired a split second before her blade sliced through him but Lizzie's distraction had worked, his aim was off, nowhere near Jack.

Elizabeth stood over the body, trembling with relief, deaf to the fight raging all around her. Her cutlass clattered to the ground, numb fingers losing their hold on the grip. Feeling strangely like she was moving in slow motion her eyes moved up from the dead man at her feet, searching for her husband in the fray.

Their eyes met instantly, as if they were magnetic opposites, and everything else faded away, all she could see was him. He was fine, a few scratches and bruises but nothing that would even scar. He was fine.

Jack was looking her over in the same way she'd done him and Lizzie felt herself smile as she waited for his eyes to meet hers again. Then his face shifted, first to confusion, then shock, rage, horror and finally into a fear that made Elizabeth quake with sudden chills.

Confused about what had made Jack's expression change so rapidly, she tried to shrug off the cold and shook out her arms, hoping the increased blood flow would warm her. Her right hand felt odd, weak. She glanced down at it. It was covered in blood which was nothing surprising in itself but when she moved to wipe her hand against her breeches it merely swayed slightly. Then she realized. The cold, her sword falling from numb fingers, fading vision, Jack's expression, all that blood, the shot that had gone wild…

The world began to spin. Elizabeth locked eyes with Jack as she started to fall, conveying as much as she could with her expression before everything melted away.

A.N.- The next chapter will deal with what happens next! Stay tuned!