She felt his hands on her back, the warmth of his body, and all she wanted was more. But all of a sudden, reality hit her.

"Jack, stop!" she cried, pushing him abruptly. "Stop!"

"What? What happened?" Jack said, searching for any kind of danger, maybe a snake, maybe some wild animal, or worse, maybe Norrington.

"I… I can't kiss you, Jack. I can't, I…" She didn't know what to say. She knew she loved Will, and always would. And Norrington wanted to marry her. She couldn't just kiss a pirate in a desolate island.

"This can't happen." She started to walk away, going towards the other side of the island, hoping Jack wouldn't follow, because she knew that if he did, she wouldn't be able to (or maybe she didn't want to) control herself.

When she woke up in the morning, Elizabeth realized Jack hadn't followed her, after all. And now, no longer under the effects of rum, she could think properly about what had happened. The real reason why she ran away was that she felt scared. Not scared of Jack, not him. She was scared of what could happen if she actually gave in to the feelings for Jack that were starting to grow inside of her and she hadn't seen until the kiss. Because she knew she'd be silly if she actually had a crush on him. He was a pirate, and moreover, he was Jack Sparrow.

"Had good dreams?" Jack said, holding something that looked like bread in one hand and a coconut in the other. "Breakfast?"

"Thank you."

He sat beside her. "I'm sorry if it's not like the feasts you're used to, but that's all we have."

"How much do we have?" She didn't want to talk about what happened, so they had to talk about something.

"A little. It could do for a week, maybe a little more."

"And what do we have?" Looking at the bread, the rest of the things couldn't be any better.

"Lots of bread and some rice. There's also some sugar and flour. We have the coconuts. Water is the problem."

"We don't have water?"

"A little. But I suggest we don't drink it all in a day."

Elizabeth nodded, trying to swallow her breakfast. How long could she live like this? Would they die in a few weeks? She couldn't help but notice that Jack was serious again. And she remembered that he hadn't told her what happened to him when he first came to that island.

"Is everything ok?"

"Couldn't be better, my dear."

"You seem… anxious about something."

"No, love, I'm fine. I'm just…" It looked like he was about to say something, but his eyes started to stare at the ocean and he apparently lost the track of what he was saying. Or maybe he didn't want to talk about that, as usual. "We should try to think of a way to leave. As soon as possible."

"You're the one who wanted to stay." She said, teasing him.

"I know, I know. But it's not good for a lady like you to be trapped here with a filthy pirate, is it?"

"So you don't want to go back?"

"I do, I do. But let's think about you now, shall we?" that said, he stood up and left, disappearing while getting another bottle of rum in the little cove underground, saying nothing about the other night, or about his story, or nothing Elizabeth wanted to know at all.

It was probably the hottest day Elizabeth had ever lived. There was no wind and the shades of the trees were not big enough. Jack was laying near the water, holding a bottle of rum, and Elizabeth was trying to survive the heat by fanning herself with a leaf of a palm tree she managed to get with Jack's help.

"Jack."

"Hm? Yes?" He was sleeping, and she wished she hadn't called him.

"I need some water."

"Feel free to get some, love."

"If I could find that hiding place of yours, I would."

"Are you sure you don't know where it is?"

"Will you show me or not?"

Lazily, he stood up. "Alright. Follow me."

Under some trees, there was a part of the ground with less sand than the others, it had to be there.

"Here it is, dear. Drink away. Just don't drink all of it. And don't forget to put some leafs over the trapdoor when you close it so you'll be able to find it next time."

"Alright." She was worried. Their life time was defined by the amount of water they had. If the water ended, they would die in a few days, and Elizabeth wasn't sure she wanted to end like that.

"Is everything alright, Lizzie?"

"Yes, it's just… I wanted to talk to you. We're going to die, aren't we, Jack?" That was not what she wanted to talk about at first, but that worry took over her mind when she saw how much water they had.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Look at this. We only have a little bit of water left, and the food will end too. The coconuts won't be here forever, either. We will die, Jack."

"Everybody dies, love."

"Jesus, Jack! Why can't you tell me what's really happening?"

"Why don't you tell me what's really happening?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well…" He sat down and took a long swig from the bottle he was holding. "You kissed me last night, and today acted as if nothing happened."

"Oh, don't you look at me with that smirk on your face. You know why I can't kiss you, or God knows what else."

"It's the blacksmith, isn't it? Will. Or maybe Mr. Norrington? I lost track of all your affairs, Lizzie."

"They're not my affairs!" She sat down beside him, he offered the bottle and she accepted it, what did she have to lose, anyway? "Norrington didn't ask for my hand yet. Not officially. And Will…"

"He's your true love."

"I don't know."

"If he wasn't, you would have let me kiss you a little bit more yesterday."

"Maybe I just don't like you." And she looked at him. He knew it wasn't true, he knew she did like him, so he smiled.

"Last time, I was here a grand total of three days." He said, playing with the sand on his hands. "The rumrunners used this island as a cache, came by, and I was able to barter passage off. Does this satisfy you?"

Elizabeth didn't know what to say. She already knew that the stories she had read weren't true, but hearing him saying it was a bit of a shock.

"So that's it, then? That's the secret adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow?" She was smiling at him, and he smiled back. "You spent three days, lying on a beach, drinking rum?"

"Well, welcome to the Caribbean, love."

"Doesn't sound very pirate to me."

"It isn't." He then laid on the sand. "Most of my story isn't."

"That's why you were upset? Because you're a total farce?"

"No, not a total farce. Some of the stories might be true."

Elizabeth laid down beside him, staring at the blue sky. She was happy he'd told her. For some reason that she couldn't explain, it made her feel closer to him, in a way.