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The Island	By : Lovergal Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 6369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don�t own any of the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean.

AN: This is pure fantasy, an excuse for a little angsty sex, a PWP gone astray, whatever you want to call it. I�m a Jack/Elizabeth shipper, have been from the first. After watching the first PotC movie, I obsessed a bit over the island scene and am glad to say that seeing DMC has given me the inspiration to write an AR story of �what could have happened� (i.e. hot sex) between Jack and Elizabeth on the island.

What do I mean by AR? This is basically my take on what could have happened if Elizabeth hadn�t burned the rum and trees on that second morning. They will be on the island a little longer, �as it were�. What will happen? Does the rum, the heat, and their obvious attraction to one another drive them to have wild, passionate sex? Let�s hope so.

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Elizabeth scanned the turquoise waters surrounding the island. The sunlight sparkled marvelously on the water�s surface, but Elizabeth didn�t notice. She was looking for a speck, any sign of a ship and subsequent rescue, and instead finding only a seemingly endless stretch of waves. She tucked her head into the space between her knees and sighed.

�There�s no sign of any ship,� she told Jack. Not that he seemed to care. He didn�t appear overly concerned about being rescued, it seemed, as long as he had rum.

Jack padded across the sand and sat down heavily beside her. �Have a drink, love,� he slurred as he shoved the bottle under her nose. She pushed it away without looking up. A light breeze sent the overwhelming stench of rum and unwashed male her way.

Why the hell did she have to be stuck on his island with someone who stank like, like�.a drunken pirate. She giggled aloud at her own accidental joke.

�Jack, we�re stuck in this damnable island for who knows when.� She refused to admit that they may never be rescued. �At least it�ll give us ample opportunity to indulge in a few �� Jack interrupted her with a dismissive motion of his hand. She lifted her chin and gave the pirate a disparaging glance.

�I can certainly thing of a few �indulgences�, love?� Jack leered at her suggestively and she caught the flash of his gold-capped teeth. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. As if she would ever consider him in that respect. Elizabeth straightened herself up and gave him a hard look.

�I was talking about a bath,� she informed him in a matter of fact tone.

Jack grinned even more broadly. �I�m assuming you mean to assist.�

�I most certainly do not.�

Jack had the nerve to look confused. �What are you getting at then?�

�You�re filthy. If I�m to be stuck with you on this island for who knows when, it�s the least you can do to bathe once and awhile.�

Jack chuckled at this and leaned into her shoulder, an action which allowed his braided hair to fall over her shoulder and to trail down her arm. �Just takes time. I�ll grow on you, love.� She got another whiff, this time of unwashed hair. But there was a subtle, spicy scent intermixed with the sweat and oily scents. Elizabeth had the sudden urge to lean in closer and try to determine the source of the surprisingly pleasant scent. Instead, she shrugged Jack off of her shoulder and stood up.

�Suit yourself then, love� he called out as Elizabeth stalked off and seated herself in the sand further down the shore.

Jack folded his hands behind his head and leaned back against the sun-warmed sand. He closed his eyes against the sun�s glare, but his lips still held a small smile.

Elizabeth watched him from a distance. The smile softened his features and made him seem younger, less jaded. She wondered what he could possibly be thinking that would make him seem so peaceful. After all, he was the one ranting and raving over the lost of The Black Pearl when they�d first arrived on the island a few hours before.

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Elizabeth was drunk. Not nearly as drunk as Jack, mind you, but she was feeling the effects of the rum nonetheless. She was certainly drunk enough to engage in a little suggestive banter with the captain. She�d taken up his offer of rum almost as a way of apologizing for the incident earlier this morning. Not that she had anything to be sorry about, she reminded herself, what did it matter if she�d uncorked a few bottles of rum into the water?

Elizabeth rolled the events of the evening over in her mind. She�d been laughing and dancing around their little campfire, acting quite foolish. It hadn�t seemed so silly at the time, however, since Jack had been doing the same. The two of them fell drunkenly in the sand together. Jack wasn�t being particularly flirtatious and of that Elizabeth should have been relieved. She was drunk off rum, stuck on a deserted island with a notorious pirate captain, and very lucky that Jack was leaving it at that.

But she didn�t feel lucky at all. She felt�mischievous. She looked over at him and realized his face was only inches from her own. His close proximity caught her by surprise. The shadows cast by the fire gave his eyes a hooded look.

�Oh.� He shifted a little closer and she could now see the gleam of firelight in his eyes. His eyes seemed to bore into her own and it made her decidedly nervous. She searched for something to say, trying to appear unruffled under his intense gaze. �Yes, well, it must be terrible to be stuck here on the island again.�

�Oh yes.� he grinned back at her, the humor in his tone belying his words. �Although the company is better and the scenery much more admirable�.� He edged towards her again and tried to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Elizabeth attempted to pull herself up and out if his reach but he pulled her back again.

�Mr. Sparrow,� she told him with mock-sternness, �I�m not sure I�ve had enough rum to hear such talk.�

He chuckled at the statement and took another long draught from his bottle of rum. He leaned back too far as he guzzled the potent liquid and tumbled backwards. He was out cold.

�Jack,� Elizabeth called out. There was no response. �Captain Sparrow?� she tried again before she realized he was out for the night. It was a pity. She�d rather enjoyed flirting with Jack this evening. But only because of the rum, she was quick to remind herself.

She lay there awake until the blazing campfire had become smoldering embers, gazing up at the brilliant array of stars above her with Jack�s slumbering form warming her side.

AN: This story will consist of a few short chapters. It was written in the nature of a oneshot, but I am cruel and so will divide it into parts and post them ever so slowly. Reviews are encouraged.

Warning: The ending will be sudden and brief, also in the nature of a oneshot.

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