Okay guys! I'm an absolute sap for doing this, but because of pleas and begs and many movie marathons, I have been persuaded (well, honestly-I didn't need that much persuasion) but I have been pestered by my girly fangirl side LONG ENOUGH! I have given in, and I am writing-GOD help me- a Sparrabeth fic. whimpers HELP! Okay then, let's get down to the details. This takes place... oh ..wow..now that I think about it this is confusing. After AWE, but it's following a scene (well more than one, I have the movie paused for reference) from Dead Man's Chest, particularly that awesomest of awesomest SparraBeth scenes. Setting: The Black Pearl. And so we go. Or try to.

Oops. Gotta do that disclaimy! I do NOT own Pirates of The Caribbean, Disney, any of the movies, characters, or merchandise. I own nothing except my own words, which I put down here for the sake of people who might actually like my writing, though I doubt it. I will not even try to save up for POTC because I am broke and I think it easier to try and buy Naruto. Again, I doubt it.

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A black ship. A very old black ship, sailing through the water like it was brand new. Very odd, a maiden thought, amused. But not as odd as him. Nothing is as odd as him..

The "him" the maiden was thinking about happened to be captain of the black ship. He had let the girl, clothed from head to toe in pirate clothes, be part of the crew on this middle-sized, olden ship that was the Black Pearl. Yes, Captain Jack was surprised to find Lizzie here, of all places. It wasn't like her, abandoning that boy who always followed her. The son of Bootstrap…he was an odd one. But nevertheless, Jack immediately let Elizabeth come aboard and be a guest until they hit Port Royal.

However, since the moment she had seen him again, Elizabeth could not stop thinking about the rowdy pirate. Norrington had once mentioned love. Love? Lizzie scoffed. Love that weirdo who would go months without a bath? Ridiculous!

As Lizzie was thinking about all of this, a familiar someone tromped over, and with the grace of a cement block, sat down on the wooden steps beside her. She could just smell his breath to know it was Jack.

"My fantastic sense of the female creature informs me that you are…" Jack tried for the right word, but couldn't find the one. "…puzzled." There, that should be right.

Wrong.

"How do you get so many girls if that's your sense of the female creature?" Lizzie teased. She knew Jack was working up the courage to say something, so she didn't really dig into him like she normally would have done. Jack just looked down at the floor and fidgeted.

"Out with it, Jack!" Elizabeth snapped sharply. She didn't have much patience for guys who take hours to say something, but she can spend hours reeling a guy in. That was the way she was wired.

"…I am captain of this ship.." Jack said eventually. "What's your point?" Lizzie asked, snatching the rum bottle from the pirate's hands-a very dangerous thing to do- and taking a slug.

"Well…I could in fact perform a..marriage..." Jack deliberately tried to mispronounce marriage, trying to make himself feel more comfortable. It didn't really work. Liz turned away in disgust, handed back the rum, got up and walked to the side of the ship, rolling her eyes.

"Why not?" Jack said, following her. "We are very much alike, you know. You and I. I and you. Us." Lizzie just yawned. "Oh come on!"

"Ah yes…except for a sense of honor, dignity, shame, and moral hygiene, we're exactly alike! You could certainly pass for me in a dress and a bun, and I could probably pass for you in dreadlocks, a moldy bandanna, and thirty pieces of clothing!" She was being sarcastic, trying to reject him without being too serious. This is the way with Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann. They weren't serious. They conducted any conversation lightly and as if it were friendly insults and banter going between them. No awkward moments, and much more fun.

Jack didn't even pretend to look hurt. It was true. He didn't exactly shower every day, but he liked his thirty pieces of clothing…thirty-six, to be exact. "Trifles!" He said gallantly, walking up behind Lizzie and grabbing the net near him. "I know you want to come over to my side anyway."

"You seem so certain." Lizzie shot back.

"One word, love…curiosity. You long for freedom, and you long to do what you want to do because you want it." Lizzie looked back at him ..well, curiously. What did he say? Oh, he's talking in riddles again.

"That was just about the most confusing statement I have ever heard," She informed him. He just chuckled. He was in a good mood. It made her get an idea. A very naughty idea, but an idea all the same.

"Why doesn't your compass work?"

"My compass works fine!" The pirate said haughtily.

"Then why does it always spin when you handle it?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, I think you do."

"And I, love, think I don't."

"Well…you do."

Jack just sniffed. God, this girl could see right through him!

Lizzie smiled. It was working, and she had touched a nerve with the compass. Didn't it lead the way to your heart's desire? Was Jack's heart torn between two things? Lizzie pondered. Interesting. She'd have to think about that when she wasn't teasing the man in front of her.

"Hmm…maybe you're right. You and I are alike. There will come a moment when you will have the chance to show it and do the right thing."

"Love those words, love. I like to wave at them as they pass by," Jack smirked at her. "I'm a pirate, love. I do what I want to, not because it's the right thing, but because it's beneficial to me, and I think you like that in me. Ever hear of opposites attracting?"

"Ever hear of that being only with magnets?" Lizzie taunted him. "You'll have the chance to do something..courageous, and you'll do it…out of curiosity." Jack stared at her. There was no way she could turn that around, no way she can have his words bite him in the butt. No way!

"And you'll find out something even you yourself doubt most of the time," the girl continued. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. He nearly melted. "That you're a good man."

Jack tried a shaky laugh. "With all evidence to the contrary, love." "Which is why even you doubt it sometimes," she told him determinedly. "Want to know why you'll do it?"

"Do tell me, love?" He asked her, putting her on the spot to come up with something so she didn't look like a fool.

"Curiosity." No! No way, no way, no way! Jack swayed on the deck as she came closer and closer with her lips, constantly speaking! He had never wanted her as much as he did right then (and god help him, he had wanted her before, it's been commonplace recently...sadly..interestingly), and it was all he could do not to seize her shoulders and just do her, right then and there, on the deck of the Pearl. Agh! Agony!

"You want it. The chance to be admired. The chance to be a hero." Jack slowly lost his will. He was going crazy, but maintained what he hoped was a blank look on his face. But it was a look a want and lust and love. He wasn't even looking at her eyes. His head was slowly turning, curse his neck, making him look at her lips. Oh, her lips…

Lizzie's plan was working perfectly, she practically smiled. Jack was at her mercy, and he knew it, but he didn't know how much. She did.

"You…won't be able...to resist…" Lizzie got a bit closer. She no longer closed her mouth when she stopped speaking, but left it a bit open. Jack's face was fully turned toward hers now, and he couldn't help himself. His breath was gone, coming in short, ragged breaths. His mouth was open, waiting, trying to steal a kiss without looking too obvious. It didn't work. Lizzie wouldn't let him get close enough. They were close, a hair's width away from kissing, and she was denying him. Was there nothing fair about the world? Jack thought, frustrated. She was so damn close. Now it was more than agony. It was hell!

"You're going to want to know…what it…tastes like…" Lizzie stretched the word taste until she knew Jack was at his breaking point. She suddenly smiled for a second. The mighty Captain Jack Sparrow, completely under her control, his mouth hanging open like a fish from the sea they were sailing through. She nearly snorted, but held it in.

Finally, Jack mustered his voice and spoke. "I do want to know what it tastes like," he said, turning so he was completely facing Lizzie. Both knew he wasn't talking about the chance to be a hero. Liz started thoughts and dreams in him so deep he couldn't begin to describe, and although he had been with many girls, he had never wanted it as badly as he did right now. What was wrong with him? Elizabeth wasn't special! Despite himself, he screamed in his head, uttering a low, guttural sound that sounded like a cross between a moan and a groan, that made chills go up Elizabeth's spine.

As Jack's mind was flopping around, Elizabeth was biting off more than she could chew. She felt a warmth come up in her face, and suddenly...NO! She wouldn't go there. But Jack...but Will...but Jack...

Will could go find someone else if he expected her to remain alone for a decade, wasting away, and, if she lives a really long time, she might get-maybe- five days out of him? How was that fair?The chanting in her head became too much to bear. Elizabeth made the decision, and Will Turner was no longer part of the equation. She took the time to admire Jack's tawny muscles and chocolate brown eyes. She gingerly took hold of his left shoulder, and Jack twitched. Lizzie found this amusing, and brought her other hand up to his right, brushing his fingertips on the way. The pirate snapped his hand as if it were aflame; but in his eyes was a mischievous glint: a challenge. She smirked.

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Okay then! It's 2 am and I am dead tired, so I only ran through this like 3 times instead of my usual 5. Don't laugh, sometimes I do find errors during the 5th run. So…. I hope you likey, and I hope you don't flame me because getting burned hurts, so be semi-kinda-sort of-nice please. I have recently turned into a major Jack Sparrow fan girl fanatic, so I hope I didn't overlook Elizabeth. She is awesome, and if it weren't for her, the movies wouldn't be half as good (conflict is key, ladies and gentlemen!) so I applaud her! So, now that I've given all of my credit out where credit is due, mainly to fictional characters, I hope this isn't too horrible. I will get this up as soon as I am allowed to come back on the internet. Shame…I'm actually liking the undercover author thing. Oh well...

Now...excuse me while I go die, please.

By the way, I really hope you review (There is a rumor going around that I bite people. I ASSURE YOU, THIS IS JUST A RUMOR. I won't kill you, maim you, yell at you, curse at you, block you, or bite you if you do choose to review. Although, if you just say "This sucks, never write again" or something along those lines, I am not responsible for my actions), and it really cheers me up to hear some good news that people actually like what I'm doing, so PLEASE REVIEW FOR THE AUTHOR'S SAKE, SANITY, AND WELL-BEING! Although the sanity may be a lost cause. Depends. I'll check back with you on that one.

Keep loving fics of all shapes and sizes,

Jade

Edit-P.S. Hey you people who are favoriting me and this fic and are alerting this fic and I: I love you! XD but you got to review otherwise I shall be very very very sad, kk? 'N I can't write when I'm sad because all the teardrops make the graphite and the ink smudge. Thanks )