She didn't want to turn around and admit to having heard him call after her. She was beyond mortified. She had...let this pirate... He had touched her, and he had felt her, and he had make her experience the most gloriously blinding sensation she'd ever felt. It was foreign, and exciting, and new, and wanted, and oh so many things. Her legs were still weak, her head still light.

'Jack, please-'

She shook her head as if she could clear it by doing so. She was headed towards the water. What exactly would she do there? Splash about in it like a child? And yet, she could think of nothing else but Jack's hands on her body; his breath on her neck. She felt the beginnings of tears as she began to think to herself, 'I've betrayed Will.'

'Jack what have I done?'

'You didn't do anything, I did it to you.'

She remembered his lips, parted, as he moved against her, gently pulling her hair to allow him access to her mouth. His hands, rough and tanned on her pale chemise. The stubble on his chin scraping against her neck, making her want it never to end.

'Enough!!' she thought to herself.

With a final sigh, she turned her mind elsewhere.She looked at the sky, bright except for the clouds heading west. It would probably rain later. Drat. 'Well', she thought to herself, 'I will go find some food and get as far away from this place as possible!'

Jack Sparrow sat, his back to the rock formation, outside in the sun. He absently twirled his dagger which he always kept in his boot. He could throw it against the tree for entertainment, but realized that wouldn't really be entertaining at all, and so, let out a resigned sigh, tilted his hat against the sun, and tried to nap. When that didn't work either, he readjusted his hat, placed his hands behind his neck, and said out loud, "now where the hell is she headed?"

Elizabeth had wandered, aimlessly for almost an hour. She saw neither the clearing, nor the beach. The sky was becoming ominous again, and now she was tired, hungry, thirsty and desperate to get back before the rain started. She moved several steps east (was it east?), and saw the same overgrown brush she thought she'd seen ten times. She sank to her knees and started crying. Her head in her hands, she let out a scream of frustration. As if this day could be any worse! Was there really no rest for the weary?!!

Jack had been watching the sky, and seeing the impending darkness, decided to try and hurry to the clearing to get some last minute coconuts. He set off towards the island interior once more, humming to himself, praying to anything that he would stumble upon some rum. He had not had a drink in four days now and was itching for a spot.

The first clap of thunder rang out, but he was still a bit away from the trees with fruit. Hastening his step, he moved twice as fast deeper into the island.

Fifteen minutes later, it started to drizzle. Jack had five coconuts, and could barely carry them, but hurried on his way. Then he heard her. She was crying and screaming, some sort of combination of the both.

"Elizabeth!", he called out.

"You'll catch your death!"

"Jack! I'm...I'm lost!!" she wailed pitifully.

"Walk towards me voice, love!," he said back, now really wishing he had found rum.

Elizabeth walked through the foliage, her hair matted to her forehead, her eyes red and swollen, and her face, altogether blotchy. Jack was going to make a joke about her sense of direction, but decided to stop as he realized it would probably make their situation even more intolerable.

Another clap of thunder rang out, and the rain increased in intensity.

"Follow me," he said, before turning and heading back to their makeshift home.

"Too much bloody rain on this bloody island," she muttered to herself. He couldn't help but smile. She said it quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

"I quite agree."

They did not speak but hurried back, Elizabeth stopping only to take two of the coconuts from Jack. She had to give them back a few minutes later, because she realized she needed to pick up more wood.

Several moments later, they were back inside, and Jack worked once more to start their fire.

When he had it going, he noticed Elizabeth was doing all she could to avoid looking at him.

"So...is there a reason why you decided to leave?"

Elizabeth didn't look at him, but spoke. "I suppose I wanted some fresh air."

Jack turned back to the fire, desperately seeking some other task to occupy himself with.

"I...I'm sorry," she said softly.

He stilled, paused for a moment, and turned to her slowly.

"So am I. I shouldn't have..."

"No!," she cut him off and continued. "I...I wanted it." Another pause. "I wanted you."

Jack turned away again. "I know." He continued. "I shouldn't have made you feel that it meant...nothing. I didn't mean to..."

"I know."

The silence fell upon them once again, this time almost comforting. She wanted him, he wanted her, they both knew it. No more games.

He cleared his throat and started speaking. "No need to worry about your virtue. You will leave here the way you came."

She spoke to him, pensively. "That's not the problem, Jack."

He turned to her, his eyebrows knitted together.

Elizabeth spoke again. "I'm afraid I don't want to leave here the way I came."