The following story was inspired from our endless sparrabeth speculation. It is a one shot, nothing more, nothing less, and therefore doesn't have much explanation of the events leading up to it. Enjoy!

Surrender

Elizabeth whirled 'round tightly grasping her blood encrusted sword, she took in her surroundings with surprising clarity, noting EITC soldiers making their way through the battle towards her. She ran a bloodied hand through her knotted hair, gazing up at the stormy skies framing the mêlée. Her gaze collided with the image of Jack fighting Davy Jones, her heart pounding at the sight of their fierce fighting. She frantically searched for a sign of William, fervently wishing that he would provide back up for Jack. He was nowhere to be seen however. And so Elizabeth started forward towards where Jack was engaged in combat.

As she sidestepped drawn swords, fallen bodies, and acrid smells, her eyes suddenly locked with the deep dark pools of Jack's. His face was grim with concentration, but his eyes… their warm sensuous depths, held her spellbound. All of a sudden those enticing eyes widened in alarm, his delectable mouth opened to call her name, to warn her of the danger swiftly making its way towards her. At that exact moment the ship pitched to the side, setting objects sliding down its slick planks, including a slim form that was promptly thrown overboard into the roaring fury of the maelstrom that enveloped the ship.

Elizabeth plunged into the icy depths of the sea, pulled downwards by an unstoppable force. She slid underneath, frantically clawing for release from the waters cold grasp. She surfaced momentarily, gasping for breath, and uttering the one name that meant the most to her oxygen deprived brain. "Jaaaaacccckkkkkk!!!" she screamed out. Before once again being pulled down into the salty pits of crashing waves.

As if his name had magically invoked his presence, she deliriously felt a strong arm reach down …pulling her up. She opened her eyes despite the painful stinging of the salt water, what she saw above her prostrate form gave her pause, and ignited a flicker of hope. She broke above the surface of the water, coughing violently, spilling forth water from her aching lungs.

Strong arms encompassed her shaking form, as if a refuge from the violent fury of the sea.

A warm voice vibrated in her ear, comforting whispers emitting forth. Elizabeth peered upward into the face of her valiant savior. His dark eyes were unfathomable, yet clear with concern over her well being.

She felt an overwhelming desire to sob, to let go, and sink back into the depths of the ocean. Anything to erase the want, the feeling, for this man who stopped at nothing to save her life

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered, she pressed closer into the hard body that held hers so perfectly. And she gasped when his warm full lips captured hers into a searing kiss. The world stopped, time suspended. The kiss was filled with intensity and longing. Each of them drowning in its sensation.

And so there they floated, unconscious to the raging war, even the wrath of the ocean wrapping tenuously around their bodies. Only were they consumed by the total realization of their need for one another.

Fin!

I just had to get that out… short but sweet and all.