As Jack stepped onto the dock of Tortuga he smelt the rum, smoke and anything in between. Then there she was like a vision he had once seen in his mind. She was a vision in his mind, he had seen her before. She was the woman in his dream.

"What was her name," Jack muttered to himself.

"Excuse me Capt'n" Gibbs asked.

"Oh nothing mate no worries. We need to get the Pearl stocked up and leave port by the morning."

"Where are we headed to sir?"

Jack looked at the horizon. He had no idea where he wanted to go. Since Beckett took the compass. Jack never knew what he truly wanted or desired all he knew right then and there was, he needed to be out of Tortuga by morning and he needed a good woman's company. Well if the woman had rum of course.

He left the crew to their duties and went to his favorite tavern. As he walked in he noticed that she was there sitting at the bar. Jack walked up behind her and taped her on the shoulder.

"No I am not a wench. I am only here to drink and then leave," she said.

"My mistake," Jack said as he turned to walk away from her.

"I'm sorry Mr…"

"There is no Mr. its Captain Jack Sparrow"

"My apologies Captain…" she trailed off.

"You're the man that caused all the chaos over the last couple years especially in Port Royal. You are bad news or so they say."

"They? There is a they? Who are they," Jack questioned.

"Well, I don't quite know I suppose but that's what I am told. I was also informed to stay away from you. It's easy to get sucked into your world."

"Is that so darling. Well sorry to have bothered you before. I will be on my way," Jack said as he turned to walk away from her again.

"Would you like to join me sir?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to influence you in a bad way," he said with a grin.

"No harm in having a drink. Plus I would like some company. Sit down and enjoy it," she said as she motioned to the seat. "Lee, we need another rum this way please," she said to the man at the end of the counter.

"Thank you. I didn't catch a name," Jack replied as he sat down.

"Jaclyn Smithers," she said as she reached out a hand towards Jack.

Jack took her hand. It was soft like silk and he loved the way that it felt. He missed the touch of a woman and longed for it. He let go of her hand and went for the rum.

"Here is to a wonderful evening Miss Jaclyn. It is Miss right?"

"It's Miss," Jaclyn said as she raised her glass with Jacks and drank from it.

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The sunset was one of the greatest things to see in the Caribbean and it was the perfect time for two people who were in love to be married such as Will and Elizabeth. Elizabeth turned from the mirror and looked at the portrait of her mother that hung on the wall. She smiled when she saw the portrait, she didn't know her mother well but somehow knew where ever she was she was looking at her daughter and smiling. Elizabeth looked just like her mother and many people said that she could have been her twin.

There was a knock at the door.

"Yes," Elizabeth called out.

"Miss. Did you forget that you have a visitor?"

"Oh dear I lost track of what I was doing. Tell whoever it is that I will be there in a minute and make sure that Will won't see me. I am in my dress after all and we don't need any bad luck or anything to be ruining the evening we are going to have."

"Yes miss! Your guest is in the Library would you like to meet them there?"

"That will be fine. Let them know I will only be a few minutes more," Elizabeth said to Lizza as she went to put the vail in her hair. She took one last look in the mirror and turned to the portrait once more and said to it, "Mother, you would love Will. I hope that I have your blessing for this! I still love you!"

Before she left the room she ran her hand across the portrait as if to say good-bye. She exited the room and shut the door behind her. As she walked into the Library she noticed that the figure that stood in the shadows were of a mans figure.

"My apology for the late arrival and for the way I am dressed, it may be a bit to formal. Today is my wedding and I am making the last few preparations as well as getting ready," Elizabeth said to him.

"It's alright, I don't mind waiting for such a pretty lady as you I would have waited a year for you," he said.

Elizabeth knew the voice but still couldn't see the man.

"Thank you," she replied. "What is the reason for why you need to see me sir?"

He stepped from the shadows. It was Lord Cutler Beckett. Elizabeth's heart sank all the way to the tip of her toes. She had not seen him since the last time he ruined her wedding and threw her into jail.

"I cursed the day I would see you again," she muttered under breath.

"Pardon me?"

"What do you want Beckett," she snarled.

"Such a harsh tone, for such a lady. Is it really that bad to see me again," he questioned.

Elizabeth gave him no response.

"Well then dear, I only came to congratulate you on the wedding. I know I did not merit an invitation but I wanted to come and congratulate you myself."

"You will be on your way then," she said as she walked toward the door, to lead him out of the room.

"Rash Miss Swann. I am offering my hand in friendship and I wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings."

"We will never be friends. Not what after you did to Will, Jack and myself! You are not a man to trust." She said in a somber tone.

"I understand. Can I have a kiss? Just for good luck, for you. It is tradition after all," he said as he walked to where she stood by the door and made his way to be right in front of her face.

"You disgust me! No you can't have a kiss!"

It was too late before she finished here sentence Beckett was already there to take the kiss. The kiss that would change both of their lives forever there was no running from it.

They kissed. Soon after it was over Elizabeth fell asleep in his arms and dropped to the floor.