A/N: First order of business...one review and 79 hits for the latest chapter of Princess Diaries? Tsk Tsk people. Might make me not want to update...

Secondly, this was suppose to be only half of one chappy...but me muse said it was okay to break it in half. Besides...You Jack/Elizabeth shippers will get a fix...: ) weirdos...;)

Thridly, check out my coming soon at the end of the story. I think you're going to like it...

Fourth and final, other updates will come. Phantomwalk, Phantom and the Secretary, Temptation, all of that. Just give me some time. Kay?

peace, love and lipgloss,

Mlle.Fox

Weatherby Swann was not having a good day. His daughter and future son in law were who knows where with that Sparrow character. Beckett had full control of Port Royal. Norrington had sided with the enemy and now he was standing in the cabin of a legendary ghost. Davy Jones. His wicked looking and cursed crew had glowered at them as they boarded the ship. One man however, had caught Swann's eye. He was oddly familiar with a sad haunted look to him. Out of all of the crew he looked the most human still. With the exception of a large barnacle growing on the side of his face. When they stepped into the cabin, an eerie music with a haunting melody was being played on a massive and wicked looking organ rising out over their heads like a demon from hell. And Davy Jones was not using his hands...err claw and tentacle respectively. He was using his beard of tentacles. It was a sight Swann would rather forget but knew he never would. Jones stopped suddenly and said softly to them,

"Mr. Norrington tells me you have a proposition for me."

Just as intimidated and terrified, but giving off a calm facade, Beckett said with just a slight pitch to his voice,

"More like an order. Less you want us to destroy your heart and in effect, you."

Jones spun around on the bench he was sitting on and shot fire and ice at Beckett with his eyes. Swann took a step back at this one look of rage. Was this creature ever human? The Governor's eyes sought relief from anywhere. His old eyes rested on a small portrait of a beautiful woman. Perhaps Jones had been human once. Beckett simply smiled, his one useful class in drama at the University paying off.

"You are now in the employ of the East India Trading Company. At least until I make other arrangements...You answer to me. You command the waves of the oceans...and I command you." Lord Beckett said sure of the success of his plan. His expression dropped when Jones started laughing.

"What is so amusing?" asked Norrington suspecting something had gone wrong. Jones calmed himself and stood to his full massive height. He limped over to the wall of charts on his crab leg and said,

"I do have some power over the seas it's true...I had every notion of taking that power from the Daughters of Poseidon. But I needed help. I...once a mere human as yourself could not handle the powers and the tremors that is the breathing life-force that is the world's oceans. No human can. I needed...a witch...I found one...promising to share the rule over the seas with her. She agreed. But...complications...arose...that could not be dealt with."

"You fell in love with her." Swann said simply. The men looked at the Governor as did Jones who bristled his tentacles and said,

"Aye...And my doom was set. She ran off and I haven't seen her since. I believe you all know what happened next."

Everyone looked to Norrington's belt where Davy Jones' heart beat just once for the lost love of it's owner.

"So what are you saying?" Beckett asked exasperated. Jones grinned at this little flea of a mortal and said,

"If you want all the powers of the oceans...you'll have to help me find my other half...Gentlemen."

"That's impossible!" Norrington said.

"Improbable. But...if we go to Captain Sao Feng...he can give us the map I gave him so long ago. The map that made him indebted to me. That he used to gain his...empire." Jones explained with disgust.

"What map is that?" Anamaria asked. Everyone looked at her. But none so more than Jones, who looked enraged at the very sight of her figure and like he wished to burn what was left of his ears so he wouldn't have to hear her feminine voice. Norrington took a subconscious step in front of her a bit, trying to shield her from their penetrating stares. Anamaria tucked a long black strand of hair that was falling in her face behind her ears as Jones answered with a low growl,

"Why...the Map to the Devil's Gate...Missy."

Elizabeth Swann was not having a good day. Will had barely spoken to her, Jack avoided her like the plague, and Pintel and Ragetti kept getting on her nerves. On top of that, Barbossa kept giving her all the menial labor. She swabbed the decks, stitched sails, fetched tools, and got everyone something to eat or drink. As a girl she thought the life of a pirate was exciting and dangerously fun. And while her short career in piracy was proving that to be true to a degree, so far...it was not all games. Just as Will said.

She pushed herself off her knees to start dinner in the galley, another one of her 'Duties'. It was down in the narrow hallway of the lower deck that she ran in Jack. He mumbled a

"OhElloLizabethTaTaForNow..." and tried to slip by her again. But Elizabeth caught his arm and pulled him into a small cabin. She closed the door and turned back to hear Jack say,

"Lizabeth...darling, not tonight. I have a headache..."

"Jack...cut the comedy. We need to talk about...what happened." Elizabeth said shifting her weight from one foot to another. Jack sighed and tucked his thumbs into his belt,

"Alright. What do you wish to converse about first? That sensational kiss we shared on the dearly depart Pearl? Or that small insignificant act of leaving me to die and face that wicked beastie all by me onesies? 'Cause both are acts of betrayal if you think about it."

"Will knows." Elizabeth said quietly.

"About which wicked deed you committed, pray tell?" Jack asked.

"Both. He saw the kiss...but I told him about leaving you." Elizabeth told him.

"But you didn't mean to tell him." Jack said with certainty. Elizabeth looked up at him aghast,

"How did you know?"

"Peas in a pod darlin'. I would have done the same thing. I'd rather admit to murder than tell my lover I had gone and loved another." Jack said.

"Is that what happened between you and Arabella?" Elizabeth asked. Jack sighed, his eyes saddened once more,

"Somewhat. I suppose you want to know the whole story, aye?"

"Please?" Elizabeth asked. Jack shrugged and sat on the bunk in the room, his knee bent up, the other leg draped about. He told her,

"I came to the Caribbean as a stowaway. I wished adventure and fortune and as you already know...freedom. First night in Tortuga, I meet Arabella. Her father used to own the Faithful Bride. Her mother had been taken by pirates a year prior. Her father drank, showed apathy towards her. She longed for freedom, adventure and fortune too. We met and fate smiled. We found a certain mystical object that led us to finding a ship, recruiting a crew along the way, and building a reputation as pirate hunters and adventurers."

"I can't imagine you as a pirate hunter." Elizabeth said leaning against the cabin door with a small smile.

"Apparently neither could fate. Our ship ran aground and sank. Arabella and I were the only survivors." Jack said.

"My god..."

"We managed to find an port. I worked on fishing boats for a year. Arabella worked in a dressmaker's shop. It never occurred to us that it was improper for a man and woman to live together without being married. But we were just doing what we had always done. Survive off each other. One day...Arabella comes home crying stubborn tears. She lost her job at the shop cause she mouthed off. I suppose it was the...opportune moment...I simply asked her to marry me. She hit my shoulder and asked 'What took you so bloody long?'" Jack said sharing a laugh with Elizabeth. Jack continued,

"I knew starting a family I couldn't spend the rest of my life as a penniless fisher, nor did I want to. So I looked around for work when I meet Master Cutler Beckett...Agent of the East India Trading Company. He had heard of me and my adventures. Offered me a ship and a captaincy right then and there. Told me I could even own the ship The Wicked Wench myself once I retrieved one small item from an old friend of mine, Tia Dalma."

"Your compass." Elizabeth said with understanding. Jack nodded,

"My compass. When I realized what it did, I knew I couldn't let Beckett get to it. I buried it and tried to tell Beckett Tia had already sold it. But someone told him the truth. Never knew who. Beckett burned The Wench...and branded both me and Arabella as pirates. Confused we returned to Tia asking for guidance. I wanted my ship and my revenge. Tia told me about Jones. Arabella tried to talk me out of it but I didn't listen. I left her in the Bayou for her safety. Once Jones raised the Wench and I re-christened her the Black Pearl...I returned to the Blue Bayou...But Tia's shack was in shambles. She stammered something about a beast taking Arabella. I found this beast...It was eight foot high. Almost wolf like but it stood on it's hind legs...In it's grasp...was Arabella's torn...bloody...dress..." Jack paused blinking back the tears of rage and sorrow he had once felt so long ago..."I tried to kill the beast but it got away. Distraught I returned to Tia's ...and let her seduce me. I left the next morning knowing Arabella was dead...until I saw her on that auction block." Jack finished.

"Didn't you ask her what happened?" Elizabeth asked.

"She won't talk to me. So...now that you know everything there is to know about me...Can you tell me why you kissed and cuffed me...In a way that was less than arousing?" Jack asked his brown depths piercing her very soul. Elizabeth looked to the floor,

"I was scared."

"Of dying? Or...your undeniable attraction to me?" Jack asked. Elizabeth glared at him but remained silent. Jack sighed and leaned forward, both feet resting on the floor. As always, he talked with his hands,

"Look...Elizabeth," She raised an eyebrow when he pronounced her name properly, "You are a very beautiful woman. And as a man I can't help but be attracted to you. That was one bloody hell of a good kiss Luv. I'll tuck that away in my good memories. But your confusion over your feelings for me...is unfounded. We could never be Elizabeth. What we have is pure animal lust mixed with your childhood fantasies of piracy and adventure. Beyond that...we'd bore each other. Now me for example...I had closed my heart to love...Thought it died with Arabella. Now I have a second shot and I'm not going to waste that. You...you still have Will. And no offense to dear William...but I'll bet my last shilling you have to use those talented lips of yours to teach him a thing or two about the fair sex."

Elizabeth sighed, absorbing all what Jack had told her. She folded her arms and said,

"So...You liked the kiss but...?"

"No fireworks Darlin'. Sorry." Jack said with a smile. Elizabeth bit her lip as Jack made to stand up. It took every once of courage but it had to be done. She sprang like a tiger and pushed Jack back on the bed, crashing his lips to hers before he could call out.

A/N: Okay, this is the coming attractions section...slighty inspired by that cool American Express commericial with Kate Winslet. The rest is me own imagination at play.

Lady Luck

When she was two she broke an entire shop of mirrors and was cursed with a lifetime of bad luck. When she was sixteen she was disowned when she accidentally burned down her family home. When she was seventeen she was discharged from maid service by spilling a bucket of soapy water and breaking the lady of the house's leg. At eighteen she was accused of murder when she tied a corset too tight while working as a seamstress. By nineteen she was hiding in the slums and working as a bar maid when she was nearly killed for listening in on the wrong conversation. When she was a twenty year old pickpocket, she was jailed at her first attempt. That same year, Captain Jack Sparrow, pirate extraordinaire had the unfortunate luck to fall in love with her at first sight. Now will he win Lucy Waverly 's heart or will her bad luck kill him first?