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She blinked her eyes a few times to make sure what she saw was real and she realized after a couple times that it indeed was. She looked up and saw Jack standing at the helm, the one place he could actually be serious at. It was somewhat funny that he was not even serious in the face of death but when it came to his beloved Black Pearl, he was as serious as anyone else was.

Soon enough they beached the ship right in front of Elizabeth's house. She could hear Jack yelling out the orders and the crew hurrying to obey. She didn't know whether to run or stay. She really wanted to see Jack and the crew but would that be the smartest choice?

'Of course it would, it would give me someone to talk to that I can talk openly about all the things that have happened with,' she thought to herself.

Before she had time to decide if she made the right decision or not, Jack had jumped down from the ladder on the starboard side of the ship and they were face to face. She could smell the mixture of rum, sweat, sea, and spices that was Jack blowing upon her with the wind. His dread locked hair with all its ornaments blowing lightly across his face, hitting his gold tooth. It reminded her of old times when it had been him and her looking for the Dead Man's Chest. She was snapped out of her daze when Jack asked, "Lizzie? What are ye doing here? Where's Will? I figured ye two would be having lil eunuchs by now," he finished smirking.

Choosing to ignore his comment, she knew all to well he was just trying to get to her snapped, "Your on my beach."

"Your beach, luv? So, that's your house?"

"Yes."

"So you bought the house?"

"You could say that…"

"So anywhere in the deal did they offer you a beach?"

"No, bu-" she started knowing what he was getting at.

"So then it's not your beach then is it luv? It is the beach in front of your- you said that's a house, eh?" seeing how small it was. "Anyway, the beach was not in the deal therefore I can put my ship wherever I please," he finished smugly.

Elizabeth just glared at him. Why someone with the brains and wit he had would want to waste it all on piracy when he could have been anything else she would never understand. Except she did and she admired him for the fact he still had that life, the life she yearned for. "Ok, Mr. Sparrow, you have made your point no I must be going."

"Captain, luv, Captain Jack Sparrow, and your not going to leave an old friend lying on the beach where ye have to see and hear me all the time are you?"

"You're right; I'll stay at the Wither's."

"Wait, you're just going to leave me here and let me rummage through your house. I am a pirate, luv."

"Ugh, fine you can come inside, but only for a little while," she said giving up on the argument because she sure wasn't going to leave him here with her house, even if he was her friend like he said he was still a pirate.

They had been sitting quietly at Elizabeth's table for a while now, Elizabeth with tea, Jack with rum. Jack looked around her kitchen. It was small but nice with a china cabinet full of detailed china and glasses. Her table was not very big either, quite small actually, but she really didn't need a big one since Will wasn't with her. He felt a pang of sympathy for her. After all that, she still lost her husband and the fun that came with him. After looking around the room some more Elizabeth finally broke the silence breaking him away from his thoughts.

"So, what have you been up to lately, Captain Sparrow?"

"Oh you know the usual, stealing goods, drinking rum, bedding useless wenches, oh and trying to find the Agua la Vida," he smirked. He knew he would get her attention with that. Even though she smelled of roses and looked like a fine lady, she was still a pirate and any pirate would be interested in Agua la Vida, or the Fountain of Youth.

He hadn't realized how much he had missed he until he sat down and started actually talking, er, drinking with her. She was always great company, the only one with witty remarks as good as his, or at least the only one brave enough to come back at him with one. He admired that. He had never met anyone like her and could not drink in enough of her to satisfy he interests.

"So, it is real?" she asked snapping his attention back, once again, to the subject at hand.

"Aye, luv, not all myths an' legends are myths an' legends. You should know that, luv."

"Well you never know," she sighed. "How long will it take you?"

"I don't know few sure, luv. A week, a month, a year, who knows?"

"When do you leave?"

"As soon as we restock and make some repairs on the Pearl."

"And…when will you be back?" she asked hesitantly.

"Who knows? Why would ye like to know?" he asked. "Wouldn't be yer thinkin' of leaving dear old Will for dashing Jack would ye?" he asked teasingly.

"What, no never, I love him it's just I-"

"Miss it. Yeah I can understand that. It's addicting. The freedom, the rolling sea under the ship, the smells, and the feeling of power," he finished seriously knowing exactly how she felt. His times away from pirating, short as they were, were still awful. Once you had it taste it was impossible to quit drinking.

"Yeah," she answered sadly.

Jack noticing this thought for a moment. He had missed her and it was wrong to keep the pirate king trapped on land. What the hell, what would it hurt, plus, she did seem like she missed it.

"Come with us," he stated simply.

"What?" she looked up startled.

"Come with us, pack your bags and come with us. I'll set you up a place to sleep in one of the lil rooms off me cabin."

"But, but what about Will?"

"Oh come on Lizzie, you're not fooling anyone, not even yeself. Ye hate it here and I can see why. Ye'll be back in time for Will, plus ye know ye wanna take a trip with good ole' Jack again," he finished up playfully.

"Well…" she started. Just then, Gibbs stuck his head in the door.

"Captain, we need ye outside."

"Be there in a minute."

"Aye, sir," he said ducking back out.

"Well what's it going to be?" he said getting up from the chair while putting his hat back on and going to the door.

"When should I be ready?" she asked before she could change her mind.

"In a fortnight," he smiled. "See you then, luv." After that, he stepped out the door leaving her to her thoughts while he was trying to figure out why he was so happy. "Gibbs!" he yelled happily.

"Aye, sir?" he looked up wiping the sweat from his brow where he and the crew were currently working on scraping the barnacles off the bottom of the ship.

"When ye get finished fix up the extra room of the back of me cabin up as another bedroom, Miss Swan, er, Turner is coming with us," he said smiling.

"Aye, sir," he replied smiling knowing something that nobody, not even the greatest pirate of all time knew…