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What she really wants?	By : Apirateslifeforme Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 4847 -:- 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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Hope you all are enjoying the story, please tell me what you think. Dunno if the srory is sunding boring to you or not lol. Thanks for the reviews! They made my day.

Jack stared at the diary in awe, his mind facing a moral dilemma. To look or not to look... He tried to imagine how he'd feel if somebody read his personal thoughts but he couldn't. He knew nobody would understand them anyway. Closing his eyes, he exhaled deeply. His own curiousity got the better of him and he tentatively opened the book. He flicked through the first few pages, tne entries only really consisting of a couple of lines. He turned a couple more pages and one particularly longer entry stood out.

June 17th
Will proposed! Typical Will, always wanting to please me, keep me happy. It has only been a few days since all that commotion with Jack and his precious Black Pearl. What could I have said? I wanted to be a lady of stature, or did I? Since being aboard the Pearl and having travelled with a real pirate crew, I have felt myself yearn for the spray of the sea, the freedom. This life was most assuredly boring. I miss handling a sword, and I miss the danger. Dare I say - I miss Jack. I felt as though we had developed a connection on that island. I saw a different side to him, not the fearsome, terrifying rogue, but the caring, honest man he was deep down. We hardly had the chance to say goodbye but I remember his last words to me vividly.

"It would never have worked out between us darling, I'm sorry." At the time I'd not given it much thought, casting his petty words to the back of my mind. But since then I have dwelled on them more often than I'd like to think; what did he mean? What wouldn't have worked? Sorry for what? But one thing bugged me the most; Did I care?

Jack continued skimming through the journal, noticing that Lizzie had obviously taken the small book aboard the Pearl during their last rendezvous. Jack saw his name crop up in most of the entries, which were becoming longer and closer together. Some of the paragraphs contained words of disgust and dislike; telling of his annoying tact of avoiding questions, bending the truth, his dishonesty. But these were incredibly hard to find inbetween the other extracts. The one's that praised him, with phrases such as 'A good man' and 'Witty and funny' jumping out at him. He continued flicking and saw a page that seemed somewhat more wrinkled than the rest and slightly blotchy, as though tears had been shed over the page. Jack began to read:

I did it, I actually did it, and I never knew it would feel like this. I killed him. My heart feels like it's been ripped out. Is this guilt I am feeling? It should have been me going down with the kraken! I killed him, a friend. No, he was more than a friend. IS. Is more than a friend. Tia said we might be able to get him back. Please God...I never knew the guilt would feel like this. Not a sharp pain, but a dull ache. I need it to hurt more. How could I do it? What right did I have to take away the one thing Jack loved? I took away his freedom, I never gave him a choice. I told him I wasn't sorry, trying to convince myself it was the right thing to do. It wasn't, and now he's gone. It's only been a few days but I already feel as though my life has ended. Will isn't talking to me, maybe he realizes what I did. At this moment I don't really care, I just want to find Jack and tell him. Tell him I am sorry.

Jack let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He felt a dull ache in his chest and his legs grow slightly weaker. He sat down on the edge of the bed. He turned over several pages and came to the last entry there was. It was dated 17th October; yesterday. His eyes flashed with interest as he leaned over to get a better view of her neat, italic writing.

"Jack!?!?!?" Uh, oh... Jack slowly lifted his eyes nervously to meet a very angry, very drunk looking Miss Swann. She looked incredibly red and annoyed.

"Jack, what are you doing with my journal!?" She wailed. Think, Jack, think!

"I, uh...didn't know it was a journal. I found it on the floor when I came to see you" Jack smiled nervously, hoping she would believe his story. It sounded pathetic even to him. He chanced another glance at her but immediately looked down. She was stood up strong, back straight and chin up, but her eyes were glistening with tears and her body was shaking in rage. He didn't know whether she was going to cry or shout. Or both. Jack stood and toko one cautious step forward...
"Lizzie, love I'm sorry. I didn't read any.."
"Get out" was all that escaped her lips. Spoken so softly.
"Lizzie..."

"Get out Jack!" No longer softly spoken but harsh and at top volume. Jack winced, he hated seeing Elizabeth so upset but, in her drunk state, he knew he was best leaving her to sleep it off. He walked towards the cabin door in which she was still standing infront of. A few steps before he reached the wooden frame she stepped to the side allowing him exit. He turned to face her and gently touched her shoulder. They locked gazes for a second before she shrugged his hand off her and turned away. Jack felt terrible and gulty, two feelings which he didn't often feel. He left the cabin and closed the door behind himself. He walked a few step when he began to hear a sobbing noise and the sound of shattering glass coming from Lizzie's cabin. Obviously chucked the bottle he thought sadly. He sighed and looked up at the sky, wondering if anything would ever go right.

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