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Summary: It's been four long, hard months since Will first gained his freedom from the Flying Dutchman, but Calypso isn't as forgiving for the second Captain of the fabled ship breaking her heart once more. When she turns violent, and the seas become dangerous for all, how is the Turner family going to cope with this new threat when they have another baby on the way[Sequel to One Day at a Time.

Author's Suggestions: So as not to be confused with the events in this story, I recommend you read my previous work, One Day at a Time, first. :)

What One Must Do for Love

By: MJ

Chapter One: Everyone Else Will Suffer

"The king and his men," his low voice rumbled as he walked upon the deck of the Flying Dutchman, the deck she recognized too easily. It was wet, and there was rain all around, pounding onto the wood, and adding even more volume to his voice as he continued to boom, "have captured the queen."

It was then that she recognized Bootstrap Bill Turner, walking along the deck, his face slowly contorting to that of his previous state, barnacles and all. "From her bed—and bound her in her bones," he continued, moving closer and closer to the bow of the ship. It was dark all around him; no one was there. "The seas be ours," his voice sounded almost incredulous, mocking the idea, even, "and by the powers…" He took a quick, paranoid glance over his shoulder. Thunder crashed; lightning flashed. "Where we will, we'll roam!"

"Yo, ho," he continued, his hands gripping the rails tightly. His eyes seemed more lost, the starfish returned to his face. He was visibly aging and growing farther and father away from his previous, normal state right before her very eyes, "haul together," he boomed over more thunder. "Hoist the colors high!"

He looked behind him, and seeing nothing, he continued, "Heave, ho," he murmured, his eyes searching the horizon. What was he looking for? "Thieves and beggars—"

He stopped, gagging as a sword ran through his stomach. Thunder crashed as his body seemed to disappear in a circle of dust and smoke. Cackling laughter could be heard as the bloody sword dropped. Lightening flashed and now she was able to see Calypso, standing on the deck with a cruel smile on her face. She shut her locket with a horrible grin, finishing off the song with a terrifying:

"Nev'a say we die."

She awoke with a start, sitting up in their bed, breathing heavily. A cold sweat had taken over her body, drenching her from where she sat. She heard rustling beside her, and realized she had woken Will. She felt him sit up and move closer to her, and she relaxed when she felt his arm snake around her tiny waist.

"Wha's wrong?" His words were slurred as he spoke to her, using his free hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes; the other was rubbing her back soothingly.

"No-nothing," she smiled at him, kissing his forehead. "I'm fine… go back to sleep."

"Had a bad dream?" He asked her as he collapsed into their bed again, Jack having given them a private cabin. His gentle touch brought her back down with him, and she settled herself up against his bare chest, relishing in the warmth of his body.

"Horrible."

"D'you want t' talk 'bout it?" He asked, muffling a yawn. She shook her head, and he sighed.

"'Lizabeth--"

"Will… please," she whispered, turning to look at him. She kissed his lips and sighed. "I… Just… it's not important."

"'Lizabeth," he muttered, kissing her brow. He looked at her thoughtfully. "D'you not trust me?" The accusation was soft spoken and tender, but it still stung her. She shook her head and attempted a weak smile.

"I'd… rather not upset you, Will," she whispered, her hand moving down towards his, her fingers tracing her hair ribbon, which he sported around his wrist. She let her eyes wander to the tiny pink ribbon, and saw that it was glimmering slightly in the darkness.

"It upsets me more that you do not wish to tell me," he said, his hand moving to caress her cheek. She met his eyes and she frowned at the obvious hurt that they held. She looked down at her hand again, biting her lip.

"I saw your father," she said quietly. "He was singing the song… then…"

"Yes?" He urged her quietly, confused.

"He was run through with a sword… and his soul disappeared," she looked up at him carefully, the tears spilling down her cheeks. "Calypso has taken your father's soul."

He was quiet for a moment, looking at her. Then, he sighed and looked away, thinking it all out. He finally looked back at her with a small smile. "It was just a dream, right?" His voice was uneasy, almost quivering. She offered him a small smile before she nestled herself closer to him, breathing in his scent.

"It felt so real…" she muttered into his chest. He held her tighter and didn't say anything for a while. Then—

"Just a dream, I'm sure…"

BOOM!

They awoke that morning to find themselves in a middle of a horrible storm. Jack had ordered that Elizabeth and Johnny stayed in his own, personal cabin, as it was closer for them to reach if something went horribly wrong. Will, however, was needed as they were quickly losing control of the Pearl.

Johnny sat on the bed next to Elizabeth as she hummed sweet songs to him, attempting to calm the lad down. He had been on a pirate ship for four months, and had traveled on the Pearl for two years previously, yet he still held a fear of large storms. Perhaps he knew the ominous feeling that followed Will and Elizabeth when it came to large storms, or perhaps it was simply that he was only nine, and therefore they simply scared him. She pushed his hair out of his eyes, and he attempted to smile, but another crack of thunder scared him senseless.

"It's all right," she whispered to him, showing him a large smile. "Everything shall be fine… the storm shall pass and—"

"Lizzie!"

Her head jerked towards the door to see Jack standing there, looking like a drowned rat, and giving her the most unsettling look to date. She bit her lip and looked at him, he motioned for her to get off the bed. She gave him a confused look, and he motioned a bit larger and much more pronounced. She grabbed Johnny's hand and dragged him off the bed. Then, he turned and motioned for someone to come inside. Her heart ached and her breathing stopped as she watched Mr. Gibbs and Cotton carry in a drenched and unconscious Will.

"Will," she whispered, rushing to the bed. He looked so pale… she turned to Jack. "Is he--?"

"Merely unconscious, luv," Jack said quietly, shutting the door and coming towards her almost hesitantly. Her confused look deepened, as she no longer heard the storm. "He… fell, int' th' water," he said simply, still looking at her uncertainly. "An'… then, he was spa' back up… th' storm stopped, bu' 'e was still not awake," Jack held something out for her. "This… was attached t' 'is wrist."

"Did… did you read it?" Elizabeth asked as she took the immaculately white paper from his hand. He shook his head, and she unrolled it, the ocean-blue ribbon it held falling to the ground silently. "Oh… oh, God…"

"Wha'?" Jack asked, taking the paper from her. He paled after reading it, a hand reaching down to grip her shoulder as his other hand shook so violently that he dropped the paper. Johnny ran forward and grabbed it.

"Me heart's been broken by a star-crossed lov'a," he read shakily, his reading skills still not completely up to par, "Who's heart be really th' one t' break… Souls shall be lost, until he be found… Me true love must be returned to me an' me ship forever…" he stopped, looking up at his mother with wide eyes.

"Or else everyone else shall suffer…" Elizabeth went on, looking at Jack.

"If'n he feel no need t' return, there will never be a pirate prince nor princess for th' world to fear." They stared at each other for the longest time, neither believing what they had just read. Their muddled thoughts were interrupted as a sickening gasp broke the heavy silence that had overtaken the room. All heads turned to see Will sitting up slowly, gasping for breath. Elizabeth was there in a moment, her eyes wide. She pushed him down gently, tears streaming down her cheeks. How was she supposed to tell him?

"'Lizabeth," he breathed, his eyes wide and worried as he looked at her. "My darling, sweet Elizabeth," he smiled, and she sobbed, collapsing onto his chest and holding him tightly towards her. Confused, he instinctively took her readily in his arms, but sent Jack a pointed look. The pirate merely shrugged his shoulder.

"Though' we los' ye fer a second, mate," he shrugged, realizing now was not the best time to tell Will what had truly gone on. "Stay 'ere… we be fine ou' there… the weather's stopped, and in our favor now… We finally got a headin', too."

"Where?" Will asked anxiously, as Elizabeth stopped crying, looking at Jack, confused.

"Shipwreck Cove, mate," he said, indicating the band around Will's wrist. "Th' song's been sung… th' seas aren't safe again." Will had been to busy to notice both Jack and Elizabeth's pointed look at Johnny, confused and sitting on the floor, tracing random pictures into the dust, ignoring them all as he thought. "Fer anyone," Jack repeated, looking at Elizabeth now, who was afraid to meet his gaze, Calypso's threats ringing in her ears:

Everyone else shall suffer…

I hope that most of the chapters won't be this short, but I'm not making any promises. ;)

Well... I go away for a week without internet access... And I leave tomorrow, but even after that I can't promise that I'll be able to update until I come back from a SECOND week-long trip without internet access... I still felt bad for tempting you all with a sequel and leaving you all with nothing, so HERE:)

Thanks for everyone who reviewed for One Day at a Time! I got more than I expected, but I am so ecstatic by its results!

Let me know what you think of this sequel in a review:)