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This is my story about what happened on the beach between Elizabeth and Jack (every faithful J/E shipper HAS to have one, lol) so you will notice some of the same dialogue in places...especially in this chapter.
In the later chapters, there will, most likely, be no dialogue used from the movie itself (unless its the ending itself.)
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And, if you like it, Im thinking about righting a sequal when the curtain closes on this one... tell me what you think!
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'So denied, so I lied
Are you the now or never kind?'
He stared out into the clear, blue ocean…feeling, once again, the horrible stab of loss. "That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship."
Shaking off the treacherous rope from his wrists, he turned around and walked right by Elizabeth, who could do nothing but follow him.
"But you were marooned on this island before weren't you?"
Letting out a huff when he refused to reply, she continued, "So we can escape in the same way you did then"
At this, Jack turned around, eyes holding a barely tamed fire, "To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone, and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice, unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."
Turning once again, he continued on his quest for his 'secret treasure'. 'Please let it be here,' he silently prayed to anyone who would listen, 'Or I won't even give it a second thought to shoot that bloody woman'
Elizabeth raised a quizzical brow, watching as he began to knock on a tree. Seeming to be satisfied, he proceeded to take large, giant like steps. 'What on EARTH is he doing'
Jumping up and down, Jack gave a thankful sigh, 'So she won't be havin' a bullet in 'er head after all…pity.'
Opening the hatch, he grabbed two full bottle of the glorious amber elixir, breathing in the sweet smell of rum. When he submerged he was greeted with a sour looking Miss. Swann, who glared daggers at the precious items in his hands.
"Are you the pirate I've read about or not," she said, a slight tremor in her voice, "How did you escape last time"
He groaned, realizing he would now be responsible for putting an end to her childhood fantasies about pirates, and himself. "Last time I was here a grand total of three days, alright? Last time the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that."
She stood there, shocked. They were truly stuck here, then. There would be no way out of this, the famous Captain Jack Sparrow was a fluke.
"So, that's it then? That's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum"
Jack had to smile at her ability to get right to the point, cut a person down to their actual size. When she wasn' bein' so bloody annoying, she had quite the spark…a spark that he could grow to like even more, if he wasn't to careful.
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love," he said offhandedly as he swaggered by, placing one of the bottles into her unsuspecting hands.
'I wonder if the governors daughter has ever even tried rum before,' he asked himself as he plopped into the sand rather ungracefully. 'Doubt it'
Surprising herself and Jack, she sat down next to him, uncorked her bottle, and took a manly swig. He stared as she downed half of the bottle, 'Men would have hard time doing that'. He smiled, 'Well, well, well… looks can be deceiving'
"Mr. Sparrow…," she said all of a sudden, breaking their tentative silence, "Just exactly how large is this island"
Thinking about it for a moment, he decided to let her make up her own mind, "Go see for yourself, love."
With that, Elizabeth stood up…and he laughed, the rum already taking effect, making her slightly uncoordinated. "Well, Jack Sparrow, I'll return shortly"
His eyes narrowed slightly as they followed her down the beach, "Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow."
Elizabeth walked like one condemned, never removing her eyes from the ground, marching forward along the beach. 'He's nothing but a mere man.' she thought sullenly, dashing all childish dreams from her head. 'Were any of the stories true? Or all fabricated to give the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow an edge?'
Sighing heavily, she went to place yet another foot in front of herself when she stopped dead, staring in front of her. She was staring at her own footprint etched in the sand.
"Not so big, is it love?" Jack taunted her, seeing the gut wrenching look on her face.
He, of course, knew of the islands size…its deceptive way of seeming a grand piece of land, only to dash your hopes as you would discover it's a small bit of sand in the middle of the ocean. He smiled to himself, remembering his pathetic attempts at willing the island to grow… as if such thing was possible. If it weren't for the rum he would have gone mad.
'Well, more so,' he let out a small chuckle, then sat up to look at Elizabeth. 'Poor lass, her dainty self must be so depressed on this island'
"Damn this godforsaken sand"
'Huh,' Jack smiled, 'Perhaps 'dainty' wasn't the right word'
"Jack?" she said all of a sudden, suppressing her ranting to walk over to the rum laden pirate.
She took a good look at him, 'So this is what legends are made of'
"Yes, love?" he answered cockily, anything to get her ere up.
"Are any of the stories true?"