A/N: Now people this chapter here's been half written for a while but recently a few friends of mine -coincidently-did a "POTC 1920's style" on another forum that taught me how to improve and finish this. More slang was the key.

I thank my reviewers but I must say I was hoping for more reviews. They will make me produce the next chapter faster, I assure you.

Enjoy the classic cheesy-ness.

A quick reminder. Many asked HOW JE don't recognize each other(via PM and review). Fair enough...I guess I should add more "Could this be Jack/Elizabeth" thoughts to the characters and that's my bad but I give you three reasons for them not recognizing each other

a) As you will see in future chapter (and hints in this chapter and previous ones) both think the other is dead, (think) they have actual evidence of the other's death and are trying to move on.

b) ME:Would you recognize your high school sweetheart after 200 years?

You guys: If he looked like Johnny Depp.

ME: Fair enough...you win on this one

c) It would make the title and my already completed story "Through the Ages" kinda pointless no?

"Sorry fellas! Bank's closed," Elizabeth exclaimed as she let herself fall on a nearby stool. There was a united chorus of disappointed sighs from her many admirers who were waiting for their turn to woo her but soon the music started playing again so everyone went back to what they were doing.

Elizabeth turned to the bartender. "Mac, baby, pass me some bootleg and butt me."

Mac poured her a generous amount of ail and passed her a cigarette. She took the cigy between her lips and he lit it for her.

"You seem busy tonight doll!"

"Aren't I every night Mac?! What these blokes don't seem to get is that I'm not some common flapper," she said pointedly as she downed her whole glass in one breath.

"You can be deceptive in your attitude dame but you're an honest to got business women and a swell one at that," Mac said with admiration as he wiped some of the mugs with a cloth.

"Attaboy Mac!" she said as she took another drag of her cigarette. "Now just yesterday my shares in the stock market went up and--" she leaned closer at this part so no one could hear. "I might be buying this place!"

"You're buying Jerry's Parlor??" Mac shouted.

"Shush!" she warned. "It all depends on how things go down tonight."

"My mouth's shut."

"Attaboy," Elizabeth said as she put out her cigarette on the counter. She took one of the knives on the counter and used it as a mirror to apply a few extra coats of the hot red lipstick. Mac was right, she could be mistaken for a common flapper at any second except she had more class and elegance. He dress was dark green satin and extremely short and her dyed dark black hair was even shorter. She wore the brightest color of rouge and a bit of makeup around her eyes. On her head she was wearing a small hat in the same color with a stiff green veil made of wires to half mask her face.

"Fill me up another one Mac," she ordered. "I gotta work up the nerve to face this Sharper guy. He's supposed to be the big cheese, the bee's knees, the ultimate boss."

"Jack I don't like Jerry's Parlor. It gives me the heebie-jeebies! Can't we just go to the Cotton Club, grab some booze and watch a swanky lady dance the Charleston?"

"Mister Gibbs. If I wanted to go to the Cotton Club I wouldn't bother with the classy breezer," Jack waved his hand around to indicate the convertible they were sitting in. "I'm going to Jerry's for an important business deal. We can get a good load of money if we sell that juice joint out."

"I know, I know. Apparently this tomato's a real ritzy lady. She really has it, she's the cat's meow, a big bearcat. Don't go messing with her now."

"I know how to hold my own Gibbs. I don't get balled up that easy but it's Don Corne I'm worried about...if he sees me I'm toast. And here we are now! Enjoy yourselves everyone."

The whole crew jumped out of the car to rush inside the speakeasy. Jack tipped his hat low and grabbed an expensive cigar from his case and lit it.

"Show time," he declared to himself. He looked so different from his usual self. His face was cleanly shaved, he had a suit and he was still wearing his sunglasses. He couldn't take a chance, no one could recognize him tonight especially not Don Corne whose speakeasy he'd taken over.

He walked in and scanned the room with confidence and let the ashes from cigar fall on the floor.

"Baby, do you know someone by the name of Molly?"

The girl put a hand on her hips. "Course I do. She's here every night...that dame in the green dress at the bar."

"Thanks babe."

He went up to the bar and sat beside the girl. "Hey baby, what's eating you up?"

"Beat it bell bottom. The bank's closed."

"It's all Jake...I take checks."

"Very funny bimbo. What do you want?"

"I heard you were gonna take this joint of my hands for a good price."

Thr girl turned around, an unlit cigarette dangling between her lips and eyes wide. "Why! Mr. Sharper? Is that you?"

"The one and only love."

"You should've made yourself known."

"Well now I did," he said. "Let me get that for you."

He took out his lighter, lit her cigarette and took a good look at her. She was a good looking lass with her pale white skin and dark hair, she was bony with high cheekbones and blood red lips.

"Well aren't you all dolled up Molly. Am I the occasion?"

"The night's the occasion Fred. Every night's the occasion."

"My name's not Fred."

"And mine isn't Molly. Who cares? I like the name Fred...suits you," she said "I didn't think you'd be so young though. Mister big shot business guy is expected to have full silver mustache, big beer belly and a long cigar. So far you've only got the long cigar."

"The night's still young love," he said as he observed Molly from the corner of one eye. Wow, she reminded him so much of her with the high cheekbones and the playful smile. He couldn't really see her eyes with the veil in her face but if they were the right shade of brown he would be convinced that it was Elizabeth in a future life.

"Look Fred I don't got all night. Are you a seller or not cause I got places to be," she pointed out as she put out her cigarette on the wooden counter again.

"Don't get all wet baby. What d'you say we dance the Charleston and I tell you about the deal."

She nodded as she applied more lipstick. "Ab-so-lute-ly."

They made their way to the dance floor while their feet jammed to the music in perfect unison.

"Now listen," Jack said with determination. "I'll want a couple grand for this place."

"Done deal."

"Well that was easy!"

"I got the money to pay for it stud," Molly said. "there are other matters on my mind. Like where and how you get your hooch and if and how I can continue getting it when this place's mine."

"It's all a package deal. Don't worry about the booze cause it's all provided," he assured her as they made their way across the floor. "I personally prefer something stronger though."

"I'm a rum girl myself but beer will have to do for the eh?"

Elizabeth examined the slim man with the black suit and the weird sunglasses. He was quite charming from what she could tell in the dim lighting.

"Now's there's a lass with a good taste," Fred said with a twisted smile. "What do you say I show you the back of the joint? It's quite cozy."

"Fred, Fred, Fred. You forget that your pub is my favorite place to swing...I probably know the back better than you do."

He nudged her towards the back door. "Lead the way."

She laughed. "I said I know it. Never said I wanted to go back there."

He pouted and dipped the glasses down for a second to gaze at her with incredibly dark brown eyes that were so familiar they sent shivers down her spine. "I'll have to show you the way I guess," he pushed her towards the side door again.

Before she knew it Fred had led her away from the dance floor and past the bar. The sound of jazz music grew fainter as he pushed her passed the back door.

She was giggling now. "Oi! Let go of me Fred. You're man handling me."

"And you know it too love," he said as they walked down the corridor where there were counters with the payphones on them.

"Well Fred spill it out cause I can't have everyone saying the swell Molly Grape's been spooning in the back room with Mr. Sharper," she said with hands on her hips.

"Well missy necking in the back room with Mr. Sharper is better for your reputation than petting with any other Tom, Dick and Harry in town," he said "you just mentioned rum and I wanted to give you some of my personal stash."

He pulled out a flask from his pocket and opened it. "Here's lookin' at you," he sipped the rum and passed her the flask. She sat on the counter, took a few sips of the fiery liquid and let it sooth her.

"Now Molly may I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Would it really be that terrible for you if you were spooning in the back room with Mr. Sharper?"

She put the flask on the counter,wrapped her arms around his neck and her eyes half shut. "That all depends...is Mr. Sharper a good kisser?"

With that he kissed her, with his mouth, even his hands and it was the only time he actually took the shades off.

She almost gasped at his taste because he tasted of Jack...down to the mild taste of rum, salt and most of all freedom. It took all her control not to whisper his name...it would not solve anything because Jack was dead. She'd seen his grave, mourned for him years after mourning for Will and her son.

Suddenly she felt like crying, he even kissed like Jack. Overpowering and passionate yet tender but not soft.

Memories flooded her mind...flashbacks. The saddest part was...when she'd found Jack's grave she'd been looking for him. She'd meant to set things right, she'd lost her husband and child and Jack was the one person she thought she still had.

Months prior to finding Jack she'd dreamed of different ways it could happen. One had always been her favorite, her most cherished.

He'd be sitting in a bar in Tortuga when she would spot him. Telling one of his favorite stories.

"...I'd saved her life after all so I thought it only fair to use her as leverage to escape from the entire royal navy. Once again without firing one single shot."

All the sailors would be staring in shock and admiration as he sipped the rest of his rum. She would pull up a stool and sit right beside him.

"And being the stubborn bastard that he is, of course he always forgets to give me any credit. We commandeered a ship of the fleet afterwards...and I helped him get the Black Pearl back," she would point out casually.

He would look taken aback, look at her with an arched brow and a million questions in his eyes.

"Of course," she would go on to say. "I guess we're square again. I burned his rum once and that cancels out all the help."

He would smile, all his questions answered and then he would put on a fake frown. "You forget to tell them of the time you left me to a stinky squid."

She would laugh. "And you forget to tell them of the time you traded me for a ship."

They would entertain the crowds for the night and she would follow him to the Pearl at night. He wouldn't ask any question except for asking for a bit of the water from the Fountain of Youth.

She snapped out of it as his hands traveled her thighs and met the knife she'd strapped there.

"Now why would a pretty tomato like yourself have a shiv strapped to her leg?"

She smiled,glared at him through smoky eyes and caught another flash of his deep brown eyes. Jack is dead, she reminded herself . "None of your beeswax Fred. Just kiss me."

He obeyed for once and kissed her pressed against the wall. His hands traveled under her dress and grasped her torso as she wrapped her legs around him.

They broke apart after minutes-had it been only minutes?- to catch their breath.

"Know what Fred? I could do a lot worse than petting with Mr.Sharper in the back room."

"Now you're on the Trolley baby," he said as he swept her mouth with his tongue again and cupped her breasts. One thing was for certain, he didn't sit back and let Elizabeth do everything like Jack did.

The skin was paler, the hair completely different and the attitude too and yet he'd never met anyone who reminded him of Elizabeth Swann more than Molly Grape did.

If he hadn't seen Elizabeth'd dead body,hell, if he wasn't responsible for Elizabeth's death himself he would rip away that silly veil and those big feathers and talk to her of curiosity and freedom. He would hold that shiv to her throat and ask her for a confession.

But as it was all he could do was to forget Elizabeth, forget the bad memories and drawn himself in Molly's embrace. At least the girl was willing -unlike a certain someone- because he wouldn't even like to imagine what would happen if he tried to slide a hand under Elizabeth's dress.

Molly pulled him closer with her legs and pressed herself against him making him forget about all his troubles...at least momentarily. He let his hands explore her body and grip and caress whenever need as their mouths were busy with each other and the other's neck.

This time they only broke apart after hearing a gunshot and screams from the main room. Jack put his shades back on and pocketed his flask. Molly jumped to her feet too.

"Their after me," they cried in unison.

"Why are they after you?" Jack asked.

"I've insulted Don Corne more than once. You?"

"I stole his joint."

"Oh! They're probably after you."

"Says you."

Molly produced a check book from her pocket and wrote up a check. "There you go Fred. Send me the deed."

Jack took out a paper from his pocket and handed it to her. "It's already in your name."

"You knew I'd buy it?"

"Correction, I was hoping you'd buy it," he said.

"Go on Fred," she said. "run before they find you. You got your dough now this place is my problem now not your's."

"Come with me," Fred ordered. "You'll be safer. We'll have fun."

She shook her head. "This is my place and the streets are yours. I gotta stick to my place, I'll hold them back for you."

Fred nodded and kissed her again. "Love you doll face. You're an absolute gem, you put the ritz on anything you do. Now kill them with your smile."

With one final kiss he dashed through the back door leaving Elizabeth with the smile of the century.

Gibbs and the crew were waiting for him in the back alley with the car already in gear.

"Attaboy! Now let's get outta here shall we?"

"Aye capt'n," Gibbs agreed as they sped away. Jack couldn't help but look over his shoulder, there were no gunshots so he could only assume everything went well and after he heard a loud ring of laughter and more jazz he was sure it'd gone well.

And maybe the night was teaching him not to blame himself so much for Elizabeth...maybe shehad came back in another body to forgive him after all. He touched his lips with a faint smile and licked the sweet taste off his lips.

He tossed the hat and the shades aside with a laugh and pulled out his rum. Mr.Sharper or Fred or whatever was dead...Captain Jack Sparrow was back.

As Don Corne and his gang finally broke through the corridor Elizabeth was applying another coat of her infamous lipstick and gazing into her little compact mirror.

"Well if it ain't Molly Grape! Queen of the night and the cat's pajamas," Corne said with a laugh. "How's it been baby?"

"Don't you baby me George," Elizabeth said in a tearful voice "last time we had a date you didn't even show up."

Don Corne seemed confused. "Babe you were the one who didn't show! I waited in the car for over an hour...I had to leave cause I heard Sharper robbed another one of my speakeasies."

"Says you," Elizabeth huffed "good thing you have Sharper to blamed all your troubles on. Baloney!"

She took out a cigarette and Don Corne immediately jump forward to light it for her. He took a long drag of his own long cigar and ran a hand along his gray mustache.

"Truth be told babe I was mad at you cause I though you'd stood me up but it's all Jake now," he said with a smile as he took a drag of his cigar. "Speaking of Sharper I came here to find him tonight, you know where he is?"

Elizabeth laughed out loud, took another drag and shrugged. "I don't know about nothing. Never seen the guy in my life."

"He's about yay high, dark eyes and a lot of talk," he said as he rubbed his beer belly.

"You're describing every guy who stepped in here tonight Georgie," she said carelessly "what can I do you for?"

"Well that won't do at all," he said with a shake of his head "I was gonna settle a score with him. This is his joint...he ought to be here."

Elizabeth frowned. "No it ain't. This is my joint!"
"What?!!"

"Course it is. Why do you think I hang here every single night? I even got the deed here...carry it around at all times," she flashed him the paper.

"Damn! Damn and damn. Where could he be?" Don Corne thought out loud.

"He's probably half way to Singapore by now," Elizabeth said with a yawn.

"I'll get him one way or another," he whispered. "Now Molly, babe, cash or check?" he asked as he leaned in for a kiss.

Elizabeth leaned in with a seductive smile. "I'll have to take a rain check on that one," she said as she pulled out her knife with one swift move and held it to his throat.

All his men pulled out their guns.

"Now I would put those down if I were you guys, I can cut his throat before your bullet hits me," she warned. "Nothing personal against you George I just want my joint to be clear of conflicts. Be good boys and go out the back door and I'll let him come out unharmed. Never dare come here again...I got my own mob now and I can them bump you all off."

They did as they were told and Elizabeth threw Don Corne out the door with force and locked the door behind him.

She took a drag of her cigarette and put it out on the wooden counter. Feeling in desperate need of a drink she popped her head out of the door.

"Mac! Fill me up with some of the private stash of rum will you?"

Mac hurried over to her with a mug of rum which she accepted gratefully. Sipping her rum she walked to the back room again and sat upon the counter with her rum and cigarette.

It had certainly been an interesting night. She'd won a speakeasy, a new crush and took out her anger out on the big shot business guy.

And perhaps the night was there to show her that she'd better move on from Jack...there were other men out there worth her thought and Fred had just proved that.

And best of all it was the new age and she didn't have to wear corsets anymore. Her face broke into a warm smile as she thought of the corset being ripped from her wet body.

She snapped out of it as she heard the new jazz number playing and put her cigarette out on the counter.

Corset ripping from her body or not her lipstick-she was sure- was fading away. With her compact mirror and stick of red lipstick in hand she got back to coating her lips.

She needed to look like the cat's pajamas before she walked out into her joint.

LOL! Did you like the corny bits. I know you did.

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