To Love Another

To Love Another

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the original characters or storyline, Disney owns all. The only things I own are the things that are not mentioned in the Movies, so please do not sue!

Summery: Pirates of the Caribbean 3, written my way for all you JE shippers. Just incase the third film doesn’t go our way, at least in my World it does. Hopefully a bit of something for everyone in here so R&R!

Authors Note: Hey Guys, this is my first ever fic and not just on Pirates… in general, so I would be so grateful if you could give me some feed back on it… Please review my Story.
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Chapter One: A Twist of Fate

It was the muffled thump’s and bang’s coming from below the deck at her feet signaling the awakening of the crew that finally pulled Elizabeth out the dark depths of her own troubled thought’s. She blinked slowly, bringing her eyes back into focus with the world around her, raising a shaky hand to brush away the stray wisps of hair that had blown across her face and into her eyes.

As her hand brushed her cheek she felt moisture on her skin, her brows drew together in a frown as she stared in confusion at her hand, at the tears gathered on her finger tips as they dried in the early morning breeze. Where did you come from? She thought with another small frown, unable to recall when she had started to weep.

Her lips quirked as more thumps and bangs, louder this time, reminded her that her solitude would soon be broken as the ship’s small crew made their way towards the deck, grumbling and complaining, shouting ribald comments to one another as they tried to shake the fog from their sleep clouded mind’s.

Giving herself a mental shake, she raised her hand’s to her face once more to scrub at her skin trying to rid herself of the sticky feeling the tears that had dried on her skin left behind.

“Lord, I must look a fright,” she said to herself and quickly made her way over to the water butt that was kept on deck behind the wheel, she pulled off the heavy wooden lid, bent and splashed large handfuls onto her face, hoping it would help clear the evidence of her tear’s.

Straightening, she quickly ran her wet hands through her long hair trying to restore some sort of order to the wayward mass. A loud bang from behind her made her jump slightly as the door to below decks was shoved open.

She glanced over her shoulder to see Gibb’s stumble out on to the deck squinting as his eyes tried to adjust from the murky interior of the ship to the bright early morning light. “Morning miss,” he muttered as he glanced about him catching sight of her, “what be you doin up at this hour?” he asked her, a questioning look on his grizzled face.

She smiled slightly, “I could not sleep so I thought I might as well come up on deck, the air is some what clearer up here than below.”

“Aye, but not much,” he replied. “This Gods cursed heat be unnatural, a sure sign of bad luck to come, you mark my words.”

Elizabeth’s smile grew, shaking her head as she watched Gibb’s make his way slowly across the deck to the wheel to cheek their heading. Still smiling slightly, she watched as Gibb’s untied the rope that secured the wheel during the night to stop the ship veering of course as the small crew slept.

As the rope finally came lose, Gibb’s looked back at Elizabeth, “Er miss, I needs be checking our heading,” he said with a slight apology tingeing his tone.

“Oh yes, of cause,” Elizabeth made her way quickly to Gibb’s side, putting her hand into the pocket of the baggy light cotton trousers that she wore, she pulled out a small dark blue box, it’s edges rimmed in gold, it was the compass, Jack’s strange magical compass that he had once stolen from Tia Dalma.

Elizabeth stared at it as it lay in her palm her fingers tracing its edges as her mind was pulled back to memory’s of three months past.

“Pirate!” she stood in front of him her hand still rested on the cold metal of the shackles she had just slipped on to his wrist, their faces only millimeters apart. She could feel the soft brush of his breath on her face as he breathed, could feel every inch of his hard body as she pressed her own much softer one against him, as her eyes searched his face for the anger and hate she was sure she would see there, for the betrayal she should be able to see shining in his eyes as he realized what she had done, she felt his free hand come to rest lightly on her hip, she paid it no heed as her heart clenched painfully in her chest at the look on his face, rich dark eyes, soft and half lidded held understanding and forgiveness, full lips curved in a gentle smile, she felt her self waver, her face drifting closer to his as she gave into the desire to kiss him once more, to drown in the taste of him till its memory was seared into her very soul, never to be forgotten. Shouts from the men in the longboat brought her back to the danger of their situation, she forced herself to pull away from him, turning to make her way across the debris strewn deck of the doomed ship, she felt the hand on her hip slip something into her pocket, she forgot about it in the shock and chaos that followed as they sat and watched in horrified silence as the Kraken pulled the ‘Black Pearl’ below the churning waves, taking her captain with them. It was later that night as she lay in Tia Dalma’s hut, staring into the gloom as tears streamed down her face, that she rolled over to feel something dig painfully into her hip, shoving her hand into her pocket to remove the offending object, she stared in shock at the compass as it lay in her palm.

“Miss, Miss? Err, Miss Elizabeth.”

The sound of Gibb’s calling her name pulled Elizabeth back to the present, drawing in a ragged breath; she raised her head and forced herself to smile at him as he gazed at her, worry etched sharply on his weather beaten face, “you ok miss?”

“What? Oh… yes… I’m fine,” she glanced at Gibb’s quickly before ducking her head down to stare at the tips of her scuffed boot’s, “I, I, I was just…” she pursed her lips tightly with determination, “I’m fine… Really!” she said looking back up to meet Gibb’s worried face.

“Well, errr, right then,” there was a short awkward pause, then “I’ll be needin’ that headin miss, if you don’t mind?”

“Yes of course,” said Elizabeth, a slight blush tingeing her cheeks. Closing her eye’s she raised the compass up in front of her and concentrated on her need to find the place that was called ‘Worlds End’ and the sea of soul’s, opening her eye’s she snapped the lid of the compass open and looked down, she watched as the little red arrow spun in lazy circles before slowing, finally stopping to point slightly to the right of where the prow of the ship was pointing.

Gibb’s glanced over then turned back to the wheel adjusting it a touch to bring the prow of the ship inline with the direction the compass was showing. “Move you lazy swabs,”
The deck of the ship became a hive of activity as Gibb’s shouted orders to the crew; they scurried to obey trimming sails and tightening ropes to catch the wind to best advantage from the new heading.

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Will stood on the deck of the small ship staring out to sea, his face creased in confusion, he had no idea how he came to be there, the last thing he remembered was leaving Elizabeth out on the deck of the ship to go back to his bunk, he had lay staring at the deck above him before slipping in to a troubled sleep, sweat beading his forehead in the still oppressive heat of the cabin, the next thing he knew he had opened his eyes to find himself back on the deck of the ship.

The silence was total, as the ship rested at a full stop on the smooth still surface of the ocean; the sails hung limp and still hugging the mast like the shroud of a corpse no hint of a breeze to give them life. ‘The crew, where are the crew?’ Will tried to turn, his intention that of going to find the them, only to find himself rooted to the spot unable to so much as turn his head.

He tried to open his mouth to call out but no sound left his lips, he felt fear dig its icy fingers into his spine as he was forced to stand and stare out across the unnaturally still surface of the sea, as he stood there staring into the distance, his eyes caught a movement on the horizon.

He watched, dread coiling in his stomach as fog gathered to roll slowly across the sea towards the ship. He watched in horrified silence as it rose up slipping quietly over the edge of the ship to glide across its deck, it twisted and writhed around his ankles, before beginning to climb steadily up his legs, his skin becoming cold and clammy where ever it touched, his muscles bunched and strained as he struggled against whatever force was holding him but to no avail.

As the fog completely engulfed him, he opened his mouth in a silent scream and felt the fog slip past his lips to fill his mouth before sliding down his throat filling his lungs, he couldn’t breath, panic claimed him as the fog clogged his throat the muscles in his chest screamed in agony as he strained to drag air into his heaving lungs, but it was no use the fog was choking him.

He was going to die, ‘Will…’ as he struggled, his body shaking with the strain, he thought he heard a voice like the hiss of the sea as it brushed against the beach whisper his name, he listened trying to block out the sound of his laboring heart as it thudded loudly in his ears. ‘William Turner, why do you fight your destiny? Why struggle against what you know must be, let go William Turner, except your fate and you will be its master.’

As he listened to the softly hissing voice he felt himself slipping away he was losing the battle. ‘Forgive me, Elizabeth.’ he though, as he gave up the struggle, surrendering him self to the fog.

As his tired body relaxed, he felt the fog surround him even tighter than before joyfully claiming him as its own and then it was gone, he was left bent over at the waist dragging lung full’s of air into his grateful lungs, as his breathing slowly returned to normal and the thudding of his heart quieted he realized something was wrong with the picture before his eyes.

Where there should have been the wooden planks of the ships decking, there was only water, he stood up quickly looking around him to find that when the fog vanished, the ship had vanished with it to leave him standing on the smooth still surface of the ocean.

Will turned around in a slow circle, the sea stretched away from him, calm and empty in every direction, he had a feeling that there should be something, something he should be looking for, and he could feel the expectation hanging heavy in the air, its weight pressing down upon him.

With one final look around him, Will set of across the smooth surface of the ocean, noticing as he walked the strange fact that his feet made no impression on the slick surface, as neither splash nor ripple marked his passage.

Will had been walking for what seemed like hours, although there was no way to tell for sure in this strange place, when up ahead of him a figure started to take shape out of the gloom, Will’s steps faltered as he narrowed his eyes trying to see the figure clearly, as he watched, the image in front of him became clearer although neither of them moved any closer to the other.

As the person gradually became more distinct, taking on solid form, he realized it was a woman, she was wearing a long white loose fitting gown that billowed out behind her, her hair was long and wavy, a strange mix of light browns and blondes where it had been bleached by the sun, it fell in tumbled abandon across her shoulders and down her back, the ends floating about her face in the none existent breeze.

Turning towards him; she gazed at him with a look of profound sorrow and loss marking her features, ‘Elizabeth!’ Will’s heart seemed to clench and miss a beat as his chest tightened.

“Elizabeth,” he shouted. Although he yelled her name with all his might, it left his lips sounding flat and hollow, the little sound it made seemed to fall heavily at his feet, he started to run, he had to reach her before it was to late, to late for what he had no idea, he just knew that if he did not get to her soon, he was going to loose her forever.

As he approached her she turned and started to walk away. “Elizabeth wait!” he yelled, but she paid him no heed and continued to walk away. He ran harder, gradually decreasing the distance between them; he was so close to her now he could see the detailed and delicate embroidery picked out in white silk, which covered the white cotton of her gown.

“Elizabeth, wait please wait!” he reached his hand out and grasped her shoulder, he just had time to register the feel of her skin warm beneath his fingers and the light flowery scent of her skin as she turned towards him, when with a sickening lurch the scene before him changed again.

When the world was steady once more, she was again out of his reach, “Elizabeth… what?” he reached out to her imploringly as she turned away from him. As she slowly walked he noticed another figure appearing out of the gloom just ahead of her, long black hair tangled and wind tossed streamed round his shoulders held out of his eyes by a stained red bandana, the familiar costume of a white shirt with full flowing sleeves overlaid by a charcoal gray sleeve less tunic reaching to mid thigh, pants of a lighter gray encasing his legs before tucking into long knee length black boots graced his body.

The image resolved itself becoming the unmistakable form of…Captain Jack Sparrow! Will watched as Elizabeth slowly approached the infamous Captain, anger building inside his heart as she reached out a hand to stroke his face with a lovers caress.

Wrenching pain turned the anger in to fury as Jack caught it, bringing her hand to his lips he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand before giving the same hand a sharp tug pulling her forcefully to him, her body pressing into his as he enfolded her in his arms crushing her to him.

Elizabeth turned her head to rest on his shoulder, her arms coming up around his back to hold him close, Will watched, fury flashing trough his mind as Jack ducked his head to nuzzle his face against her neck, his hands caressing her back wandered slowly downwards to stroke lightly over her hips and buttocks molding her slight form even closer to his own.

He tuned her face towards his own, one hand softly gripping her chin as his lips descended to meet hers in a kiss full of passion, longing and love, she kissed him back as Will watched, her own passion rising to match his.

“NOOO!” the fury inside Will exploded and he tipped back his head and screamed his denial at the uncaring sky, “NOOO!” How dared she do this to him, didn’t she know she was his and he would never give her up!

He looked back to the entwined couple, a snarl twisting his usual gentle features, he raised a stiff fingered hand to point at Jack “Get away from her!” he growled, there was a strange roaring sound in his ears as all the fury that had built up inside of him seemed to flash from his heart to flow down his arm, streaming out if his fingers.

The fog that had engulfed him earlier started to form at his finger tips, that’s when he realized that the fog had never left, it had become one with him when he had surrendered to it, it had flowed into his body embedding itself into his flesh, making him its master!

With a harsh shout of anger he set the fog rushing out from his fingers, it raced out of him eager to obey its new master, he watched it for a moment as it flashed across the surface of the ocean towards the two people at the root of all his pain and fury before turning his enraged stare to the sea its self.

He directed all of his pain at its tranquil surface and commanded it to obey him. The surface of the sea seemed to ripple and shudder as his pain crashed against it, he then turned his furious and pain filled gaze back to Elizabeth and Jack and watched in cruel satisfaction as the fog slammed into the still entwined couple throwing them to the floor as the sea rose up and crashed over them.

He heard Elizabeth scream as the force of the combined waves and fog tore her out of Jacks arms, her arms reaching out for him as he was swept away from her. He watched impassively as she started to struggled against the fog and sea wrapped tight around her slim body but to no avail, he turned to Jack as the waves battered and tore at him, the fog twined around his flailing limbs dragging him slowly backwards.

The sea behind Jack started to swirl in a lazy circle moving faster and faster opening up to form a giant maelstrom the pull of the water and fog trapping Jack’s struggling body dragged him ever closer to its waiting maw, Will watched in satisfaction as Jack was dragged down into the crushing depths, his arms ever reaching out to Elizabeth, his eyes never leaving her face a look of such longing in his eyes, it tore at the heart to see it.

As Jack was dragged further and further away from her, Elizabeth’s struggles became more and more frantic when at last with one terrific heave she used the last of her failing strength and managed to pull out of its clinging grasp. She started to run towards the gaping mouth of the whirl, stopping on the very edge of the swirling torrent she stared down trying to find Jacks body as he was dragged under.

Will watched in growing horror as she turned to look at him, tears of intense anguish streaming down her face, turning back she threw herself into the seething heart of the maelstrom, ‘Oh God, help me, what have I done?’ was all Will had time to think as he watched Elizabeth’s body fall towards the hungry depths.

‘NO! I won’t let you go!’ Will raised his arm and sent his will slashing out towards Elizabeth, at his command a column of water rose up and shot out towards Elizabeth, wrapping its self around her and pulling her back towards safety.

It held her fast as she struggled to free her self, “Will please, you must let me go, I belong with him, you said you would let me go. Please Will, don’t do this or you will dam us both” Elizabeth’s voice echoed despairingly in his head, her voice begging him to let her go to allow her to follow Jack down into the depths.

She looked back at him, hope shining on her face, a pleading expression in her glorious eyes, “Elizabeth forgive me but I cannot, I love you still, you belong to me and I cannot, no I will not let you go!”

Elizabeth’s form slumped at his answer, all the fight draining out of her to leave her sobbing as though her heart would break. Will turned from her, raising his other hand he started to gather his concentration, his intention that of closing the whirlpool he had created and drowning Captain Jack Sparrow forever and with his death, Elizabeth would once more be his.

Will jumped as he felt a hand close on his arm, he turned, a frown of irritation on his face to see a girl he had never seen before standing close to his side.

“Don’t do this, Will.” she pleaded, “You know it’s wrong, you must let her go!” Will stared at her, her lips never moved though her voice, as beautiful and gentle as the spring rain, echoed in his head.

“Please Will… for me… let her go, you don’t have to do this.” As he stood staring at the vision beside him, he felt all his anger, pain and sorrow start to drain away. ‘She’s beautiful!’ he thought to himself as he stared at her.

Her hair was straight and as black and glossy as a raven’s wing; blue lights seemed to shine in its depths where ever what little light there was touched it, her eyes were a strange mix of blue and green, neither one nor the other but seeming to be both at the same time. There almond shape giving them a cat like appearance, her skin was soft and flawless, pail as fresh cream darkening to a delicate peach across her high sculpted cheek bones, her lips full but not overly so, were the same soft colour of a gently blushing rose.

“Who are you?” he asked her, as he spoke he felt the last of his anger drain away as if it never were, as the last of its power left his body there came a loud, harsh scream of thwarted rage that seemed to echo from all around them.

Will clamped his hands to his ears trying to protect himself from the dreadful sound and spun around trying to locate its source. What he saw rooted him to the spot, the column of water he had commanded to hold Elizabeth was thrashing from side to side, Elizabeth still held firmly in its watery grasp, but the scream was not Elizabeth’s but seemed to come from the water it’s self as it thrashed about in anger.

As suddenly as it had started it stopped, with its passing the column of water released Elizabeth and crashed back down to rejoin the sea from which it arose, Elizabeth landed safe and unhurt on the once more smooth and tranquil surface, Elizabeth pulled herself back to her feet turning to Will, she gave him a grateful smile “Thank you,” and “Goodbye, Will.” were all she said before turning once more and throwing her self into the wait maw of the maelstrom, following her heart down into the depths.

Will watched as the whirlpool slowed and stopped its surface becoming still and smooth once more, Will did not have time to wonder why he felt no sorrow at her passing as there come from behind him a loud rushing roar. He spun around again, thinking rather irrelevantly as he did so that if this kept up he was going to get rather dizzy, but the sight that meet his eyes wiped all thoughts oh humor no matter how ill timed out of his head.

The column of water that had held Elizabeth, had risen up behind him and gabbed the strange girl that stood silently beside him, he looked with horror into her face desperately wondering how to save her, but she gazed serenely back at him, no sense of fear showing on her beautiful face, “Look for me, Will Turner. Find me with your heart and free yourself from your doom!”

The column of water rose higher into the sky before crashing down to join the sea once more, dragging the girl with it as she vanished beneath its surface, one last sentence came into his mind, “Oh and do you mind getting a move on, I hate the water!” Will frowned in confusion as all became still and silent once more.

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“BAWARE AHEAD,” Will sat up in fright, bagging his head on the low beam above his bunk as the call from the crows nest that had dragged him from slumber sounder again, “BEWARE AHEAD!” Will looked around him trying to get his frantic breathing back under control, a dream. It had all been a dream!

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