Alriiight. Wicked short chapter guys, I'm sort of thinking of this one as an intermission chapter. The plot never really is addressed, its just a little extra drama to make the story interesting, but hey ITS AN UPDATE! (Oh Em Gee! SHE FUCKIN' UPDATED! XD)

On that note...I am soooo soooo sorry about my dumbness...thats all I can say...really very sorry.
I love all of you who are still with me after a freaking long time!

a/n: I was doing a little experimenting in this chapter...seeing how far i could take the characters and still make them believeable. Sooo technically, there not really out of character, you just have to broaden your imagienation a bit. Tell me if i succeeded or not!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, no matter how much i wish i did...darn.

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The haunting blue light of the moon spilled over the deck of The Sparrow, bright stars twinkling overhead in a midnight black sky, winking and blinking to the world laying thousands of miles below. A light breeze carried through the air, on it, the sweet lulling melody of the ocean, calm and gentle.

Any other day it would have been a perfect and beautiful night, a night one would remember years from this day...But for Elizabeth Swann, the only thing on her mind was the one she had lost, the one she was desperately searching for, longing for.

Currently she was situated behind the wheel of The Sparrow, her brows furrowed, deep in thought. The light breeze kissed her sweat slicked forehead, sending small chills down her body and out through her toes and the wind ran through her frail sun bleached hair, tugging gently on the shiny strands.

Recently she had managed to detach herself from the world, at the same time setting up a guard around her self, enclosing her emotions in a hard shell, conjuring up delusions, attempting to convince herself that Jack was unharmed and in one peace, still alive and well.

Maybe Barbossa hadn't caught him? Perhaps she had made wild assumptions and left Port Royal in haste, attempting to quell her uncontrollable imagination? In truth, she was afraid of finding Jack…it was almost as if she didn't want to find him.

The only thing keeping her sane, was the hope that maybe he was still alive, that he was perfectly fine, lying on a beach and drinking rum, but finding Jack would give a conclusion to her questions…a conclusion that she didn't really want to know…That maybe, after all, he was dead…That he wasn't lying on a beach in the middle of the ocean drinking rum, but instead sinking into the depths of oblivion, the pressure of the sea crushing down on his corpse as the darkness dragged him beneath, where even sun light did not dwell.

That was her fear above all else…learning the truth.

Was he dead…

Or was he alive?

Not finding him meant that there was still hope, however dim, there was it least a sliver of light breaking through the darkness that clouded her mind…and it was her sanctuary, her escape.

Her dismal thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the sound of heavy foot steps reached her ears. For a moment, she imagined that the foot steps were Jacks, the he was walking towards her with a sly grin on his face, ready to sneak up and scare the life out of her like he had so many times before…then maybe, wrap her up in his arms, protecting her, keeping her safe and warm as he coaxed passion from her, then swiftly leading her down the steps to their room…where they could be together, if only for a moment…for one night, even a mere minute…

"Do you really love him?"

Wills soft voice sliced through the air, intruding on her fantasy.

Elizabeth stood silently at the helm, Jacks trusty compass held in her right hand as she steered the ship with her left. A moment of tense silence passed between the two former lovers, Will looking somewhat hopeful.

"…Yes, I do."

The words escaped her lips, only a whisper, as they floated lightly through the air. To Will, it was like a slap to the face and a wild, deafening shriek in his ear. Before he had been somewhat skeptical if Elizabeth's so called love for Jack was genuine. It just seemed wrong, the very thought of Elizabeth and Jack being involved as anything more than awkward friends... no, more like…awkward acquaintances. One could never be certain with Jack. He was wild and uncontrollable, and perhaps, a bit more than eccentric.

But for Elizabeth to be in love with him, and him with her was, to put it quite simply, a preposterous idea. A unique and perplexing notion. It was all quite odd really. As far as Will was aware, the only thing Jack truly loved was the sea and the pearl. Now…he wasn't so sure.

Will stared at her, a bewildered expression on his face. His brown eyes twinkled with betrayal, and he looked like someone had just stabbed him in the back.

"But- What about- what about us?" His voice was hushed, and lost, as if he were looking for words that didn't exist. Giving a small sigh, Elizabeth gently shut the compass and turned around to face him. There was a peculiar look in her face…not pity, no…but something that Will couldn't put his finger on.

"Will…there is no us…" She said gently and quietly, her eyes looking anywhere but at him. "As hard as it is to believe Will, I love Jack…I do… I care for him more than I have cared for anything or anyone in my life." Will observed her silently, their eyes locked in an intense staring contest. It was obvious to them both that they were each trying to read the other, perhaps delve into the others mind and pull out hidden secrets. What Will was looking for, he wasn't sure? The only thing he was aware of, was her face, her eyes. There was something she wasn't telling him, something she didn't want to tell him, it least not verbally.

The way her voice had escalated when she spoke of her love for Jack…it wasn't normal, it wasn't right. Now Will realized that from the moment she had come back into his life, something about her was off, like she was a completely different person. Not to say that she wasn't different, obviously she was…but there as something bout her, something off in her aura. The way she walked, with confidence, exuding a sultry ambience that radiated from her body like blinding sun light. The tone of her voice, edgy, but still retaining its femininity, even her skin was illuminated, glowing, but not from the harsh rays of the Caribbean sun. No…it was something else…

It was as if…

As if she had, matured…grown…

As if she had…

But…that was impossible…she wouldn't never have done that, never would she have given herself to...

Then, it hit him, like a wave from the crushing blue sea, cold, bitter and all encompassing, rushing around him, dragging him out to oblivion as it constricted, and choked him. He recoiled violently as if someone had punched him, stumbling backwards and falling into the mast, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"You didn't Elizabeth…please, tell me you didn't-" Will gasped, looking horrified. Elizabeth's eyes were wide, a look of surprised shock frozen on her face. One moment Will was standing up right, staring intently into her face, and then next he's stumbling back likes she smacked him, his eyes blazing. Blinking slowly, she shook her head in confusion, not knowing what exactly what he was questioning. This fueled Will's anger more, and he was back on his feet in a matter of seconds, backing her up against the steering wheel of the ship, his hands biting into her arms as she yelped in surprise, shock and pain.

"Will, let go of me-"

"Please Elizabeth, tell me! Tell me you didn't!" He began to shake her violently, his eyes wild with fire, his whole body rigid. Elizabeth began struggling against him, desperately trying to push him away, letting out yelps of pain when his fingers tightened around her thin arms, and he slammed her back against the steering wheel, the wood rubbing uncomfortably against her skin. Crying out, she kicked against him, feeling claustrophobic and trapped. He was babbling in her face, repeating the same question over and over, shaking her harder and more violently each time.

"I don't know! I don't know what you want! Unhand me!" Screaming, she began clawing at his arms with her nails, her survival instincts kicking in. Tears had begun to fall down her face now, burning her cheeks and stinging her eyes. A sense of hopelessness filled her, twisting around her fear and terror, constricting her lungs, causing her breathing to become quick and shallow, dizzying her.

A shadow began to loom in her line of vision, clouding her sight. Everything had become blurry and her though process was moving in slow motion. She was losing it, she know it, attempting to stay calm had worked many other situations, but this was something completely new to her…being attacked by someone so close.

Just as Elizabeth felt herself surrendering to the lull of unconsciousness, she felt a brief tug, then Will's tightly clutched hands broke free from her arms and he flew backwards, tumbling down the steps of the helm, and landing with a sickening thud on the main deck.

Elizabeth's eyes lazily shifted up, and came face to face with the bright gray eyes of Johnny, whose hands fluttered around her, checking for serious injury, words flooding from his mouth. She quietly mummbled that she was fine, shooing him away with her shaking hands. With great control, she wrapped her soon to be bruised arms around her self and began walking towards the stair. For a brief moment, time seemed to stop. She was unsure of what had just happened, what had caused Will to lose his self control and attack her...all she knew was that Will had just left a mark...no a physical one, but an emotional one. He had succesfully left an imprint on her, breaking the bond and the trust they had build up since they were children...

Her foots steps were heavy and slow as she attempted to pull herself together and reign in her emotions, her whole body shaking, reeling from what Will had just done.

Johnny stuck close, never more than two steps behind her, his hand on the small of her back to give her strength and keep her steady on her shaky legs.

As Elizabeth made her way down the steps Will's crumpled body came into her line of vision. He was on his knees, holding his left hand to his chest at an odd angle, seemingly broken. Leaning over, his head rolled to one side and he spit out a wad of blood and spit before looking into Elizabeth's face. His mouth was red as were his teeth and his gums and a trickle of blood was sliding down the side of his head. He attempted to stand, and found himself stumbling backwards back onto the hard deck.

Tear tracks marred Elizabeth's face, as she stared into his eyes, betrayal engraved in every pore of her body. Johnny made to speak. But he was quickly cut off by a weak and damaged Will.

"Please Elizabeth…" He gasped weakly, saliva and blood running down the corner of his mouth. "Tell me…that you didn't…"

A fire ignited behind her eyes, and she straightened her posture, trying to retain what was left of her dignity. Though her voice was shaky she spoke firmly.

"I don't know what you want Will, but I-"

"Tell me Elizabeth! Just tell me you didn't sleep with him!" He openly began weeping now, dragging himself towards her. "Tell me he didn't touch you…please!"

She stood, rooted to her spot on the stairs, her eyes wide and alarmed.

What does one say to something like that? Not only that, but to someone who loves her, deeply, someone who she was once set to marry? Chosing a course of action, she opted for the safe and proper response, hoping it would quell his morbid curiosity. Although the matter at hand was more than merely private, she wasnt any where near eager to give him the answer he longed and, at the same time, dreaded to hear. Not because it would demean her...rather beacuse, the truth would nearly kill him.

Calmly, she began. "That is none of your business Will-"

"DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM!?"

She violently flinched, tumbling backwards into Johnny's arms, fear coming from her body in waves, so thick that Johnny could almost smell the stench it made. For a moment, Elizabeth froze in shock, her long fingers clenched tightly around Johnny's forearms. She was finally registering how horrifiying the current situation was...how complex and complicated life was getting for her at the moment...and for once, she didnt care. The most important thing in her life was missing, and without that key component nothing else mattered...nothing.

An overwhelming rush of pride swelled within the pit of her stomach, and Elizabeth found herself letting go of the rules and regulations she had been placing herself under. Regaining her footing, she pushed herself up and swiftly walked down the steps of the helm. Anger burned behind her eyes as she made her way towards Will. Coming to a halt in front of his crumpled form, she stared down at him, a look of defiance set firmly on her lovely face, fury blazing behind her eyes.

"Frankly Mr. Turner it is none of your business what I do with Jack in my own private time but if it will satisfy you then yes… I have given myself to him." Her tone was cool, not even a trace of shame marred her features, because, quite frankly, she wasnt ashamed. She had nothing to be ashamed of. What happened between her and Jack may have been against everything she used to believe in, but now she was living life on her terms...not Gods.

Will's head lolled up and the two just stared at each other, neither of them daring to say a word. Johnny stood at the helm, awkwardly watching the drama unfold. The pure, unadulterated tension almost made him sick, and he felt his stomach drop. His face lost a bit of color, and his eyes locked on the two still figures. Something was about to go terribly wrong…he could feel it.

Will shook his head in disappointment and spit out another wad of blood, along with it, a shiny white molar. It clicked noisily against the deck, covered in vitality and a thin coating of saliva. Looking up at her, he opened his mouth, and what came out shocked her to the very core.

"So this is what you've become is it? Captain Jack Sparrows whore?"

Without thinking twice, she swiftly swung her fist out. It connected with his nose, and delicate crack echoed through the air combined with his cry of pain. A thick stream of blood poured out of his nose and pooled onto the front of his shirt. His eyes clouded with thick tears and he stumbled to his feet and leaned over the side of the ship, the intense pain causing him to vomit violently, then dry heave.

Having no sympathy and blinded by her fury she lunged for him, wrapping her long fingers around his matted brown hair, curling it into an intricate knot around her hand and tugging back. Will jerked backwards, crying out in pain as she pulled on his hair, her other hand grabbed the back of his shirt and she sent him colliding into the deck in a mass of blood and vomit.

Two harsh kicks were delivered to his stomach before Johnny wrapped his arms around her and hauled her away as she kicked and screeched, white hot anger coursing through her veins.

Slowly, Will pulled himself up, sitting at an awkward angle. A line of yellowish vomit was trailing from his mouth down to his shirt, dripping slowly. His nose had turned a deep purple with shades of red and blue blossoming across his battered skin.

"You know what I think Elizabeth…" Will began, his voice pinched and weak, sounding like his tongue had swollen up. He rolled his blood shot eyes to Elizabeth's direction, who had calmed down considerably yet still looked as if she would kill Will if Johnny didn't keep his hold on her. "I think that deep inside…you know its true…I mean, look at you…" Will's tone now dripped with disgust, an odd sneer spreading across his face. "you've taken a once beautiful and respectable woman, and turned her into a … God, I can't believe I'm saying this…but a pirate…you are indeed a pirate. A filthy, whoring, disgusting pirate…"

As Will struggled to his feet, Elizabeth slowly moved, standing over him, her angry shadow falling upon him. Will looked up, and felt sudden chills course down his spine. Her head was directly in front of the full moon, the intense light behind her wavy hair, shrouding her face in darkness. Then, she spoke…there was no anger in her voice, no snide tone, no fury, no hatred…no emotion…just a hollow empty sound, so sweet it nearly killed him.

"You know what I believe Mr. Turner…I think, your just angry, that it wasn't you…"

Gracefully, she turned on her heel and was gone.

Will feel back to the deck, the horror of what he had just said and done filled his face, and the harsh cold truth clouded his mind.

How could he have done that, and to the women that he claimed to love?

Johnny stood, almost feeling pity for the broken man, but he quickly hardened his emotions. Walking down the stairs, he stopped and kneeled in front of Will, looking him in the face with solemn eyes. Will never met his gaze, absorbed in the horrifying truth.

"Mr. Turner…I am more than aware that you love her …but, if you ever physically harm her in any way again, I will not hesitate to kill you…any means necessary to assure her safety…"

Johnny's statement caught Will's attention, and he looked up, tears running down his face and disbelief filling his eyes. The two shared a brief moment, then Johnny turned on his heel, and headed towards the hatch that lead below deck.

"Do you love her?" came Will's empty voice.

"…I care for her…"

"You don't even know her…" Will complained weakly.

Johnny turned, and his eyes once again fell on Will. Intensely, the two held a silent contest.

"…I know…"

Then, Johnny turned and disappeared beneath the deck, leaving Will alone under the bright shining moon to drown in his tormenting thoughts.

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Thank you soo soo much for putting up with my stupid butt!