Jack stilled and his hands ceased their ministrations. He froze, and it was not the reaction Elizabeth was looking for. He cocked his head, as if to look behind him.
'Jack...Jack Sparrow'...
He had heard his name.
Elizabeth said his name, gently holding onto his forearms.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have said anything."
'Jack!'
This time she heard it too. Instinctively, she reached for her shirt, nay, the remnants of her blouse, and pulled it around her. Someone was calling them, and it was most definitely not her imagination.
He looked to her, then quickly reached for his own tunic and gave it to her as he grabbed hers, wrapping it around himself, the open part laying against his chest.
"Stay here," he exclaimed, reaching and settling into his trousers in a single motion.
"Wha-," she started, but stopped speaking as Jack ducked outside the cave. Immediately she set about grabbing her trousers, which lay at the base of her feet, and raced into them.
"Jack Sparrow!"
She heard it again, her head snapping up as she tied the strings at the top of the tunic to give her more modesty.
Elizabeth was just standing when Jack poked his head back inside. Genuine worry dotted his brow.
"It appears that Mister Gibbs...," his voice drifted off as he took a step closer and lowered his voice to a more intimate tone.
"It appears that we've been rescued."
She was shocked, elated, saddened, everything all at once. The next few moments passed in a blur as Gibbs approached them, followed by Pintel.
"We saw Jack on the beach! We've been looking for the two of you for almost a week!"
Almost a week. In that precious short time she had made love to a man, gave him her maidenhood, and fallen in love. She thought on it ruefully.
She wanted to lean in and kiss Jack, but he was already busy talking to Gibbs.
"'ello poppet," Pintel started.
"Never thought we were gonna find you, but we did," he said, a huge grin on his face.
"Yes...wonderful," she said and managed a smile although she was quite dazed.
As they moved down the beach, Elizabeth couldn't help but notice how white the sand was; how clear and limitless both the sea and the sky were. It had been so rainy and cold; it was lovely to take it in during nice weather. It really was a beautiful place.
They reached the shoreline and the small dinghy which seemed to sit, attentively waiting for passengers.
She turned around, to look at the place she had called home for what seemed like eternity. She had left a piece of her heart surely, and it was bittersweet that she was leaving. It all seemed rather idyllic, actually. And quite romantic.
With one final glance towards the cave she let out a sigh, then stepped onboard.