A/N: I have finally updated. Apologies for the fact that it is a week late. I have been overloaded with work and became ill during the week so this is the first time I've felt like updating. Anyway, there are three Shakespeare quotes in this, they're pretty easy to find. The first ones to give me the correct name, act, and scene with each quote (but don't tell me all three because that wouldn't be very fair), and I will write a sparrabeth one-shot of your choice (that means there will be three one-shots), I'll let whoever wins, know more details on what I mean by 'your choice' with these one-shots. Just thought that would be fun. R&R!

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Pirates. That would be the mouse. And nope. Don't own Shakespeare's work either.

Chapter 5- Beware, my lord, of jealousy

The ship groaned incessantly against the waves and gave a jolt sending an empty rum bottle flying into the bulkhead with a resounding CLANK! Elizabeth's eyes shot open at the sudden noise, revealing a dark, dank ceiling and a rather nasty smell. Groaning at the sharp pain in her head, she sat up. "Where am I?"

The bars were the first thing she noticed and soon, memories from the night before flooded through her mind. The dinner party, James, the wonderful food, Barbossa's politeness, Jack's kiss, the look on his face before he walked away, something hard hitting her in the back of the head upon stepping out of her cabin. "Jack Sparrow, if you're behind this, I'm going to kill you." She muttered.

However, this was not the case because a pile of rags in the corner that reeked of rum began to shift and moan, then stilled. "This isn't my bed." It commented, almost seeming comical and then the nasty rags fell away revealing a severely rumpled Captain Jack Sparrow. "It's the brig. Why am I in the brig?"

"I should ask you the same thing." Elizabeth commented bitterly, rubbing her head.

He frowned and sauntered lazily over to the door, rattling it. "S'locked. Really, luv. If you wanted to get me alone, you should have just said something."

"I didn't lock us into this filthy brig, you obviously did, to take advantage of me no doubt. Besides, if I wanted to get you alone, it wouldn't work…you'd only curse at me and leave."

He winced a bit and then scowled. "Well, if I'd only leave as you say, then why in the bloody hell would I lock us in here together to take advantage of you?"

"I don't bloody know!"

They both lapsed into silence as Jack paced around mumbling to himself and Elizabeth moved to rest against the bulkhead with an aggravated sigh, sending the empty rum bottle skittering away.

After what seemed like forever, Jack sank down against the bars and pouted. "If this is bloody Barbossa's doing, I'll have him bloody keelhauled."

Elizabeth rubbed her bruised head and sore neck muscles. "Well, at the moment, you're not in the position to keelhaul anyone. So what's your 'grand escape' plan now?"

"Maybe you should kiss our captor."

Her face flushed, she scowled at the captain. "Go to hell."

"Already been."

She stared at his vicious glare and scoffed. "I'm not apologizing for that again. You've already forgiven me for it."

He raised an eyebrow. "Have I now?"

A sharp look his way revealed that his obsidian eyes were showing amusement and something serious underneath. "I'm sailing with you aren't I?"

"Aye, but perhaps I'm looking to take vengeance when you least expect it."

"Do you really expect me to believe that? After the way you kissed me last night?"

He scowled at the floor and didn't comment causing her to grin, but the grin slowly faded as she thought about the night before. He threw such a fit about not getting kissed and when he does, he leaves. "Why did you?"

"Why did I what?"

"Walk away after a kiss like that."

"Why did you?"

She winced, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "That was different…"

"That was selfish impulse or pity. I didn't want a kiss because I asked you, I wanted one by your own choice."

"Maybe you're right about that first kiss. It was definitely selfish…but last night…that was not selfish impulse…nor pity…nor because you asked either."

"Then what was it?"

Elizabeth blushed and looked away. I couldn't possibly tell him that I… "I didn't know how else to stop you from going on about poor James."

His frown made her heart sink. That's brilliant Elizabeth. Push him away. This is not going to get you in his bed much less his heart… "If you want 'poor' James so bad, then who is stopping you."

An idea struck her as he turned away. It's jealousy, which means he might be in love with me. "O! Beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

His back stiffened. "That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain his fate, loves not his wronger; But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts—suspects, yet strongly loves!"

"Jack…I…" The emotion in his voice was breaking her heart.

"Don't pretend you're sorry…and I won't pretend I'm not jealous."

The pace of her heartbeat sped up as she decided to admit it. "She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known…"

Now, he turned around, his heart also racing. "Are you saying…?"

"I am."

Neither of them noticed anyone gathered outside the locked bars as he moved in front of her and crushed his lips upon hers. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her fervently, his hands tangled in her hair. Her own hands were gripping his thighs tightly as she leaned forward against him.

After several minutes of these intoxicating kisses and Jack's throaty moans that sent her insides into flutters, they pulled apart. This time, his eyes were once again like molten chocolate, his lips swollen, but there was something new and tender in his eyes that he hadn't allowed her to notice before. "I love you too, darling." He whispered, pushing a tendril of hair out of her face. A grin began to spread its way onto both their faces until they heard the clapping behind them.

"Finally!" Barbossa commented loudly. "I thought this'd never work."

Jack and Elizabeth climbed to their feet. "This was your doing?"

"Technically it was Anne and Rackham's doing, but I was helping."

"Aye." The other two agreed.

Jack stayed silent, but Elizabeth did not fail to notice his hand at the small of her back.

As soon as the door was opened though, she left his side and marched straight to Barbossa. "Were you the one that brought me down here?"

"Aye." SMACK! He winced, rubbing the white palm mark on his cheek.

"That was for the massive headache you gave me." She replied, going back to Jack and putting her arm around his waist. "Make sure it doesn't happen again."

All of them laughed at the grumbling pirate as they made it to the deck and into the bright sunlight.

The two couples stopped together. "I want to thank you for a lovely time yesterday." Elizabeth murmured to the other two.

"No. Thank you." Anne replied. "Now, I think we'd best be going."

"This afternoon then?" Jack asked Rackham, a grin on his face.

"Aye. This afternoon." Rackham replied over his shoulder as they walked down the gangplank.

"What's this afternoon?" Elizabeth asked.

"We're setting sail this afternoon together."

"Oh good." She replied, kissing her captain until it became a bit too passionate to be on deck.

"Shall we?" Jack questioned Elizabeth, motioning toward his cabin.

"I suggest another bargain first."

"Another bargain? What kind?"

She leaned toward his ear and whispered something, nipping the lobe when she was finished.

His eyes widened and then darkened, a grin appearing, a flash of gold sparkling in the sun. "That's a rather…provocative bargain, darling."



"Where's Captain Sparrow?" Gibbs asked Barbossa a few minutes later.

Barbossa nodded in the direction of the captain's cabin.

Gibbs looked, to see the door to the cabin slamming shut, amidst much laughing and gasping. "Oh…"

Barbossa held out his hand. "Pay up."

Gibbs frowned and dropped three shillings into the pirate's hand, grumbling about foolish bets and bargains as he walked off.

A/N: What did you think? This is the end. I might decide to write a prologue, but I doubt it. I'm thinking I almost got Jack, OOC again and I left Norrington out, but he's already left to parts unknown, just so you know. I've got more stories to put up here as well though. Also, don't forget about the Shakespeare quotes. Given the title of this chapter, they should be easy to find. Now, press the pretty button and review, mate. You know you want to.