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A/N: When the cool iron chain encircled her neck and pulled taut, bringing her back against a solid, warm chest, Elizabeth was certain she had met the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Drabble, J/E.

A Single Shot
By: Sinnamon Spider

Norrington grasped the man's hand and pulled back his sleeve, revealing a pale scar in the distinct shape of a "P". "Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we, pirate?" He snapped. He pulled the sleeve higher, and a pattern of tattooed lines created a bird flying across a sun setting on the ocean horizon. Elizabeth gaped. She knew that tattoo.

"Well, well. Jack Sparrow, isn't it?"

Elizabeth flicked her eyes back to the face of the sopping man who had saved her life. Could it really be?

She studied him. He was tall, with dark hair in dreadlocks, held down by a dark red bandanna. He wore a grey-blue vest over a torn, filthy white shirt and brown trousers. High, loose boots covered his feet, making slight squishing sounds as he moved. And he stared at the commodore with a steady, warm brown gaze, kohl streaking across high cheekbones, smudged by the water.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, sir." His voice was low and rough, with a quick, lilting way of speech, and he moved almost restlessly, seemingly unable to stand still.

"I don't see your ship, Captain," Norrington said mockingly. The man shrugged. "I'm in the market, as it were."

As Norrington ordered irons and shackled the man, Elizabeth shrugged off the jacket that had been wrapped around her and hurried down the pier. "Commodore, I really must protest!"

When the cool iron chain encircled her neck and pulled taut, bringing her back against a solid, warm chest, Elizabeth was certain she had met the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

When he pressed his hips against her, his hands skimming near her hair, his breath warm on her throat, she knew that the stories she had read must have been true.

And when he whispered in her ear and made her knees weak, she had no doubt that he had captured Nassau without firing a single shot.

He had just captured her heart in exactly the same way.