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Will stood in the door of his bedroom, looking at his wife. She stood with one hand on her slightly rounded stomach, staring out to sea. He sighed quietly, aware that she did not know he was there. She was so restless. It was hard to believe it was almost two years since they returned to Port Royal. Two years since they had last seen Jack Sparrow.

Elizabeth was pregnant. It was something they had not planned on; an accident. But they both already loved their unborn child. Will knew, however, that Elizabeth did not like the idea of being a mother. She wanted a child, but she hated the lack of freedom motherhood would bring. She never spoke of it, but Will saw how much more restless she had grown since she acknowledged her pregnancy. She constantly looked out to sea, as if there lay the answers to all her sorrows.

Sorrows and troubles seemed to overshadow them continually since they returned from their many adventures. Elizabeth's father was dying when they returned, having had a bad heart attack. He lasted only long enough to say goodbye and once again bestow his blessing on their marriage. Will went to see if Mr. Brown would hire him again, only to find that the old blacksmith had burned to death in his shop, and there was now a bakery on the place where it had been. Elizabeth's maid, Estrella, had married a drunk who beat her regularly, had already borne one child, and was expecting another. Another fire claimed the governor's mansion. Will and Elizabeth, who had been married on the Black Pearl, were left with no home, no family, and no source of income. He bought a building with the last of his share of the treasure of Jones' Locker, and made the shed out back into a forge, and the other building served them well as a small but comfortable house.

They had thrived, for the town appreciated Will's craftsmanship. He was the only blacksmith in town, and he did his job well. Farmers brought him broken scythes, and horses to be shoed. Pirates brought him chipped swords for mending and ordered new ones as well. (Port Royal now welcomed pirates, provided they didn't trash the place.) The few navy guards still stationed in Port Royal to prevent the pirates from causing trouble brought him their swords as well. It was a good business, and it brought in a comfortable living.

Now, in five months, they would be parents. Elizabeth was just beginning to show, and Will felt her discontent mounting. She didn't want to be here, and he knew deep in his heart that she never had. It wasn't him; it was just that she didn't want to be land bound. He knew she loved him, and he pushed back his doubts about what kind of love it was. Something deep inside kept telling him he was more of a friend than the love of her life. Once he had been, but that was before their search for Davy Jones' chest and their journey to world's end. Jack had affected her. He wasn't sure if she had loved the pirate, not exactly, but he had changed her. She had been changed by the guilt, and by his undeserved forgiveness. But Will kept telling himself that she didn't love Jack. Now, he watched her as she stared out to sea.

She was holding something, Will realized. It was a small box, and the lid was flipped back. She looked at it, then sighed softly. Will suddenly understood what it was. Jack's compass! Elizabeth looked out to sea again, then said softly, "Jack."

In that one word, Will seemed to feel his heart split in two. The truth swept over him like a tidal wave. Elizabeth loved Jack Sparrow. And yet she loved Will enough to pretend she really loved him. Even to carry his child. Quietly, he slipped from the room so she would not now he had been there. He came back in a moment later, but this time made enough noise that she heard him enter.

The next day, Will was working, when a scruffy looking fellow who was obviously a pirate burst in. He grinned, a horrible grimace, and pointed his gun at Will's heart. Will was startled, but he had gotten used to this sort of thing, though he much preferred a drawn sword to a cocked gun. He nodded his head toward the intruder. "Who's after you?" he queried. The pirate seemed angered by Will's lack of fear. "Jack Sparrow. I owe 'im, and he's after me. Hide me or die." Will felt mixed feelings. Jack was back! Jack didn't usually go after people with such a lust for revenge, so there was probably something particularly nasty about this fellow. Suddenly, Jack himself burst into the shop, tackling the other man. Will grabbed a sword as the gun went off, the bullet whizzing by his head. The unknown pirate pushed Jack off and jumped up, throwing his one shot pistol aside and drawing his sword.

Will found himself once again in a three person duel, though this time he and Jack fought together. Suddenly, the pirate lunged at Jack. Will never really knew why, but he jumped in front of Jack. Perhaps it was for Elizabeth. Perhaps it was because Jack was his friend. Perhaps it was just an over-courageous instinct. The sword barely missed his heart. He knew, as he slumped to the ground, that there was no hope for him. The sword had done too much damage. He saw Jack quickly dispose of the pirate, then Jack crouched beside him. "Will. I didn't know this was your shop." "Jack, go get Elizabeth. She's in the house. Hurry."

A moment later, Elizabeth rushed in with Jack following, both of them looking shell shocked. Elizabeth knelt beside Will, hardly glancing at the dead body. She whispered words of love, but Will weakly lifted a finger to her lips. "Elizabeth. I love you, and I always have. You know that. Jack, take care of her…and the baby…Elizabeth, I hope you can…find…real…lo…ve."

Elizabeth collapsed into Jack's arms as she began sobbing uncontrollably. Her husband was dead.