leaked scene Jack/Lizzie *spoilers*
okay this is what i found dont know if it's real or not but here tis enjoy!
Gibbs (continued)
-can't imagine what that'd be like.
Jack stares harder at the charts on the table.
(something)
I have a pretty good idea.
(Beat)
(Louder)
Well, we can take the safe route or-
: Elizabeth
(cutting him off)
We'll take the faster.
Jack looks up and smirks. Elizabeth stares at the charts in an effort to avoid looking at Jack's face. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
Jack
And damn the danger, then?
Gibbs
Damn us all is more like it.
Elizabeth
How soon can we leave?
: Jack looks at Gibbs and raises an eyebrow.
Gibbs
I'll see to it we're ready by nightfall, Captain.
: Gibbs turns on his heel and walks out of the room. Jack sits down in a chair and props his feet up on the chart table. Elizabeth shoves them out of her way and moves her face in for a closer look at the chart. She glances at Jack for a moment, then turns away.
: Jack
It shouldn't take more than a day or two.
Elizabeth
(pointedly)
I can see that.
Jack lowers his feet and falls forward, reaching over Elizabeth's arm and placing a fingertip on the chart.
Jack
When did you learn to read these? Can't say I've ever seen you display this particular talent. Any other surprises then, love?
: Elizabeth
(Lifting his hand away)
Would you mind not doing that?
(Beat)
And I would appreciate it if you would not address me that way, Captain.
Jack stands, swaggers a bit, then leans forward, grinning.
Jack
Back to being all respectable and proper, then? Very well. As you ask, consider it done.
Elizabeth
(Tightening her jaw)
Thank you.
(Beat)
Mr. Sparrow.
: Elizabeth turns away and does not see that Jack's grin has faltered. He steps behind her and walks toward the door.
: Jack
(Smiling for effort)
And don't worry about your honor, Elizabeth,
(He waves off the slight)
I mean, Miss Swann, and for your actions at our last parting, a gentleman never tells. I can honestly say that I will carry it with me to the grave.
(Beat)
I already have.
: Jack steps out the door and slams it behind him, leaving Elizabeth alone. She glances up at the closed door, then sits in Jack's vacated chair. She leans her head back and stares out the porthole.
Elizabeth
(softly?)
Will…