Hey everyone! Guess what?? Another story from the Future Mrs. Sparrow!! All right, all right, enough applause now. So. My good friend Tasha asked me to write a story for her and so here's the beginning of it, love! It's Sparrabeth, obviously, as that's all I write, and here's the summery.

Elizabeth can't stand waiting on that island for Will for another ten years. Her and Jack's paths cross and of course, being Captain Jack Sparrow, she is not exempt from his charms. So guess what happens? Yeah, love happens. But Will does not like this. At all. So what'll he do?? You'll have to read and find out. As always, reviews are welcome and appreciated. And so, here it is.

Coveted
By Future Mrs. Sparrow

Elizabeth Turner sat on a piece of driftwood on the long, white sanded beach of Insert Island Name Here, her long mane of dark blonde hair blowing in the wind. 2 months, she thought wistfully. 2 months I've been stuck on this bloody spit of land. 2 months since Will left me here to do...Lord knows what. 2 months of waiting. 9 years and 10 months yet to wait.She sighed, exasperated, and watched the sun slip out of the sky, seemingly into the sea. Before she could stop herself, her thoughts drifted towards a certain pirate captain. Not William Turner, her husband, undead Captain of the Flying Dutchman. No, her thoughts were currently occupied by another pirate captain. Another tanned, dreadlocked, drunken, cunning, smart, handsome, mysterious, able-to-think-on-his-feet pirate captain. Elizabeth sat on that beach thinking of the famous... the notorious... the notoriously famous Captain Jack Sparrow. She sighed once more, thinking of their last moments together.

Flashback

"It would never have worked out between us, Jack." she said, walking towards him. Liar, she chastised herself.
"Keep tellin' yourself that, love." he'd said, smirking knowingly. Almost as if he'd known her true thoughts. Maybe just one more kiss... She took a step towards him, but he held up his hands in front of him, preventing her from doing so.
"Once was quite enough." he said, unknowingly piercing her heart with his words. Elizabeth nodded and slowly turned away. I love you, Jack...

End Flashback

"Oh, Jack..." Elizabeth moaned, laying down in the sand under the stars. "Why did I ever leave you? I shouldn't have married Will...I should have stayed with you. I wonder what you're up to..."

Meanwhile

The object of Elizabeth's thoughts sat in a dinghy with small black sails. Rum bottle in hand, wind blowing his trinket-laden dreadlocks back, sun shining in his face, Captain Jack Sparrow looked perfectly content with his life.
But...looks can be decieving.

In actuality, the handsome pirate was brooding about how miserable his life currently was. My ship is gone, he thought moodily. I want my ship back. I want it more than anything. He opened his compass and watched the needle spin erratically.
"So why," he muttered to himself, closing the compass. "Won't." He shook it. "This." He hit it a few times against the side of the dinghy. "WORK?" He shook it once more, than opened it, the needle continued to spin, but as Jack watched, it stopped spinning and pointed directly to his right.
"Finally." He said. "A heading." And so, Jack adjusted the sails of his dinghy and set sail in the direction his compass was pointing. East.
"And now." he said, uncorking a bottle of rum. "Bring me that horizon." He leaned back and took a long swig of his rum. "Bring me the Black Pearl."

Three Days Later

Jack opened his eyes to see an island looming ahead of him. Not a ship. An island. What?? He thought, fishing out his compass once more. He opened it and, sure enough, it was pointing directly at the island ahead of him. Odd... Perhaps the Pearl's behind it? Confused as he was, Jack anchored the dinghy and climbed out, wading through the water, holding his hand up to his eyes, shading them from the sun as he took stock of his surroundings. Well...Might as well look around. So Jack began walking towards the trees.

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Elizabeth sat under the branches of a tree, peering out at the darkness around her. Her stomach growled, protesting at it's lack of food, and her mouth was paper dry, her throat scratchy, her head slightly light from lack of water. She was beginning to think that maybe Will didn't love her after all. If he did, he would have left me on an island with more food and water. I ate the last of the bananas days ago, and now all I've got is his bloody chest with his bloody heart in it. Around her, the wind began to blow and she shivered, rubbing her hands on her arms for warmth. If only I had something to keep me warm. Almost immediately, an image of Jack Sparrow sitting behind her, wrapping his arms around her, sharing his warmth with her, popped into her mind. She sighed, then realized what she was thinking, and gasped, mentally scolding herself. You're a married woman, Elizabeth. You can't think things like that about a man who isn't your husband! ...Even if he is incredibly handsome...and sexy...mysterious...and that smirk... Oh, stop it!

But no matter how much she told herself not to think such things, she just couldn't stop. Eventually, her eyelids grew heavy and she cautiously lay down in a bed she'd made out of moss and leaves.
"I really ought to make a shelter for myself." she muttered. "What if it rains, or some huge scary animals comes out of the bushes?" Almost as if on cue, thunder rolled in the distance and the bushes directly across from where she was sitting began rustleing.
"Bugger." she cursed aloud. "...I'm just going to stop talking now."

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