A/N: This one's quite a bit longer than the others. It's five pages on Word. No whelp in this one...well...he's mentioned briefly. Very briefly. This one is actually set several weeks after Lust. It turns out she didn't sleep with him on that one after all and they chose to forego the lessons and any personal contact. Hmm...or he did rather...you'll find out. I'll stop spoiling it for you.

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't want to talk about it.

When Envy breeds unkind division:
There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
1 Henry VI 4.1.195-6, Exeter

Elizabeth waltzed into the tavern and straight up to the bar.

"Miss Swann! A pleasure to be seein' ye again!" The barmaid exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Where is he, Rebecca?"

The cold glint in Elizabeth's eyes didn't allow for the woman to stall. She knew she'd be dead straightaway if she didn't tell the distraught woman where her man was. Sighing, she gestured to a far corner. "He's over there…"

Elizabeth turned…and paled. Both Scarlet and Giselle leaned comfortably close on each side, listening raptly to the content captain who was regaling them with some nonsense story about someone making him their chief.

The bile rose in her throat when one of them reached out and twirled one of his dreadlocks around her finger. She clamped her teeth down hard. Tramp. Hussy. Why I should take them both up by the hair and beat them to a bloody pulp…

What are you thinking, Elizabeth? You have no claim over this man. You are sailing with him on his ship and almost slept with him once, but almost being the key word since you left him alone and frustrated after he told you quite bluntly that he wanted you. It is not your right to envy those harlots. But you do, don't you?

Yes. I do.

Why don't you do something about it, luv?

He'd only reject me.

Would he? I thought he wanted you.

She scoffed. It was remarkable how even her muddled thoughts sounded like him.

The bar maid watched the girl with interest. The girl's head over heels and he doesn't even know…

Straightening her shoulders, Elizabeth slowly sauntered towards them, forcing her feelings beneath the surface, but stopped abruptly, a foot away from their table. Giselle leaned forward and captured his mouth with hers in a fit of passion while Scarlet continued twirling his dreadlocks between her grubby fingers. Elizabeth's angry sob brought everything to a complete standstill however, causing Giselle to jump away from Jack in confusion.

Jack's eyes met Elizabeth's briefly before she turned and fled. "Elizabeth!" He called, but she kept going…all the while, sending curses and sobs into the fairly tranquil night.

The distraught female did not get far before a rough, bejeweled hand caught her wrist. "Let me go, Jack!" She raged, angry tears spilling down her cheeks, but his grip did not loosen.

"I've already done that…several times…it won't be happening again…now tell me…what is it that has you so distraught? I was under the impression that you didn't want me."

Elizabeth avoided his gaze, opting to glare at his coat lapels instead. At least they didn't make her weak in the knees.

When she didn't answer, a knowing smirk spread across his face. "Ah. I see."

"You see nothing." She spat, finally wrenching her arm free and fleeing once again. She made it as far as the main mast aboard the Pearl before he caught her this time. He pulled her against him roughly and pressed his mouth against hers rapaciously, not caring that several crewmembers were watching this little exchange amusedly.

Her resistance was short-lived and soon rendered futile, for she melted into his arms, responding with a fury, tasting the other woman, a sweet sugary taste that made her want to remove all hints of it from his warm mouth. Soon, her arms wound around his neck and an urgency became present in their kiss as she found herself pressed against the mast, in the very same scenario of their first kiss with the roles reversed. Peas in a pod, darling. A Mar-ri-age. Right here. Right on this deck. Right…now. Curiosity. This is the only way don't you see? I'm not sorry. Pirate. Words echoed inside her mind in lightning flashes and then she was seeing Giselle kissing him… A sob wracked her body when she pulled away for a breath. She couldn't meet his gaze…ashamed that she should envy a common whore…

He let go of her then, realizing where they were standing. "I'm not sorry." He whispered, pushing hair from her face gently.

She didn't answer, ignoring his gaze or avoiding…it was hard to tell anymore.

"Oh come now, Miss Swann! What did you expect me to do? I'm only human, luv, and you made it very clear that you wouldn't be sharing your bed with the likes of me."

His bitter tone stung her. "I'm sorry."

"No you're not. You do what you damn well please without a care in the world for others. You're a pirate. And what I don't understand is…why you're still crying. I gave you what you envied, what is it that you really want?"

She met his gaze then, angry tears still sparkling in her eyes. "I envy any affection you give to anyone, not just that kiss. You haven't come near me in weeks and I don't need your compass to know what I really want and what I want, if you must know is you, Captain Sparrow…all of you… and not just for the night, which is what you wanted last time. I want those lessons about navigation that bore me to no end, I want our light banter, I want stolen kisses and gropings at the helm when no one's watching, I want swordfights and smirks, I want to have all of you and wake in your arms in the morning…every morning. Is that clear enough?"

There was a long silence. The crewmembers in the background quickly slipped into the shadows, not wanting to disturb them. Jack's heart rate sped up tenfold. Had she just uttered the words he longed to hear? "Is that what you thought I wanted…a shag in the dark and nothing more?"

She nodded, tears falling harder as she waited for his confirmation and then rejection.

Reaching up and wiping at her tears with his thumbs, his voice shook with emotion. "Elizabeth, you're so much more to me than that. I thought you knew that."

"Then why were you off with some floozy?"

A dark chuckle from deep in his chest rumbled out. "Pent-up frustration."

Her eyes narrowed in confusion and then widened in realization. "Oh."

"I suppose I should have opted for my hand." She blushed at this and he smirked. "But I was under the impression you wouldn't be angry…thought maybe you regretted your decision to sail with me and missed dear William."

A growl erupted from her throat at that particular touchy subject. "Never will I regret that decision, Jack. Never."

"And I will never allow you to regret it." He kissed her then, hesitant at first, but becoming more urgent by the minute as he gave in to his need of her…and she welcomed his fervor with her own…until she noticed a few gawking crewmembers in the shadows.

"I believe we have an audience." She whispered, stroking her hands against his back softly.

Another chuckle broke forth. "Aye. They've been there a while."

"Jack!"

"What? You haven't heard about the bets?"

"Bets?"

"They've been betting whether I'll get into your knickers tonight or not."

A most charming blush rose on her cheeks. "Well…in that case…the men that voted on the former are going to have quite a bit of extra spending money aren't they?"

"Yes, I suppose…what?"

She chuckled at his shocked look.

"Are you saying…?"

"I am."

His eyes narrowed. "You're not going to leave me painfully hard and alone again are you?"

"Not this time." She cringed. "Sorry about that…if it makes you feel any better, I was just as miserable."

"You're not going to change your mind are you?"

"No."

"You don't have a bet going do you?"

She sighed in frustration and dragged him to his cabin.

The next morning, Elizabeth woke to a patch of sunlight right in her eye and a pair of warm arms wrapped tightly around her. A goofy grin slid across her face at the fact that she had bedded a handsome, notorious pirate captain and he was still in the bed the next morning as naked as the day he was born and she was in his arms naked as the day she was born…with a bloody patch of sunlight blinding her and ruining her bloody moment… "Bloody hell." She muttered wriggling her body against his as she tried to find her way out of the sunlight.

A moan escaped the awakened pirate captain's lips as he tightened his arms around her. "Elizabeth, darling…I know last night was amazing, but surely you could have waited until I woke up of my own accord before ye started rubbing up on me with that delicious body of yours?"

"I wasn't trying to wake you up." She growled, still trying to move from the offending sunlight, but having a hard time of it since he was holding her so tightly.

"Then, what are you doing, luv?"

"Trying to get out of this blasted sunlight!"

A small chuckle escaped his lips and she pouted, squinting at him…until he moved over her, shielding her from the sunlight. "Better?"

"Immensely. Good morning, Jack." She murmured, leaning up to kiss his nose and then smiling warmly.

"Good morning, darling." He breathed, capturing her lips with his tenderly. "Sleep well?"

"Very well." She murmured, sliding her leg up around his hip and rubbing against him provocatively. "And you?"

"Best sleep I've had in ages." A small smile slid across his face and then he narrowed his eyes. "Any regrets?"

"Only that we didn't do this sooner."

"No more envy?"

"No more envy." She replied. "But I intend to spend the better part of the morning removing all vestiges of doubt on the issue."

"By all means, darling. Take all day if you must."