This is a little chapter in which my dreams come true. Maybe things will change. But that's just an idea.

They spent the whole night dancing around the bonfire, and Elizabeth tried not to think about anything else but the way her feet were moving on the cold sand. Singing songs about pirates, drinking rum and spinning when she wanted to. She could really say that she was happy. And she hadn't felt that way for a long time.

"I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life here, you know, Jack?"

"I think you had too much rum, sweetheart."

"No, I mean it! Look at this. Look at what we've got. We will stay here until we die, won't we?"

"Probably."

"So I will spend the rest of my days here, with you, won't I?"

"Most likely."

"It's just the reality, Mr. Sparrow."

"You don't seem to be concerned with the idea of dying here anymore, Miss Swann."

"I decided not to worry. Live a lie. Just like you. It's easier this way, isn't it?"

"I should be offended, but I could say that it is easier, indeed."

Jack couldn't say he wasn't happy himself. He had enough rum for a few more weeks and he had recently realized some different… feelings for Miss Swann.

"Would you really spend the rest of your days with me, Elizabeth?" He said, standing in front of her, holding her arms.

"I don't think I have a choice."

"No. If you had a choice. Would you?"

"Are you asking to marry me, Mr. Sparrow?"

Jack didn't say anything, and Elizabeth looked around, thinking about the life she'd had until that day. She couldn't remember a time in her life in which she had been happier than in those last few days. She wasn't sure about her feelings for Jack, but she knew that living there with him, even though it was just for a few weeks, was probably the best thing that could ever have happened to her.

"Yes. I guess I would."

She could see a light in his eyes when she gave him the answer. Apparently, that's what she wanted, and, for the first time in her life, she was completely sure about something.

"That is a lovely choice, Lizzie." He said, while leaning on to kiss her. His lips seemed warmer than the last time. It was probably the fire, or the rum. Elizabeth didn't think about her feelings this time, she didn't feel scared. All she could think about was Jack's hands all over her. And the fact that, maybe, he had feelings for her, in the end.

When she woke up, Elizabeth felt Jack's arm around her waist, and she wished she could stay there for the rest of time. Maybe she would.

"Good morning, lovebird." Jack whispered, with the usual smirk on his voice.

"Good morning."

"So, now that we're married." Elizabeth laughed. "I think it's time we found a way to leave this place. After all, we cannot live like this, can we? Where are we going to raise our children?" He looked at her with a smile on his face. "What say you, Ms. Sparrow?"

"I think," She then started to walk around him. "Someone hit the head last night."

"Well, that could have happened. Since you were a little violent."

Elizabeth laughed, as Jack wrapped his arms around her.

"I was thinking, you said something about the rumrunners using this island as a cache, right?"

"I did, yes."

"Why don't we just leave with them on the next time they come here?"

"That's a great idea, love, but they're no longer on the business."

"Really? And what's that over there?"

Jack tried to see what Elizabeth was talking about, and on that moment he saw a ship. And it was coming on their direction.