Why 'ello there! xD

I got the idea for this while listening to Lips of an Angel by Hinder. I know it's not really anything like the song... but whatever. They didn't have phones back then, m'kay?

The chapters are going to switch on and off with the POVs... for instance, although his chapter might be Will centered, the next may be Elizabeth centered. And then Will again. We'll see :)

Reading this prologue is a good idea since it tells you a lot about the plot... I know it's a little boring xP But whatever.

This fanfic can be considered two stories combined. If you want to read just Will's story then read chapters 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 13 and 14

For Elizabeth's story read chapters 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13 and 14

Or else you can just read this normally and read straight through xP It doesn't matter to me, it's personal preference. The story should make sense though if you decide to read one POV first and the other later. As long as you read this prologue you shouldn't get too lost... I hope... xP

Now onto more important stuff xP Pardon the rambles...

Important Stuff xP

Dedication: I dedicate this to all of my friends in BmtH and on the Neopets roleplaying boards. :) You've all helped me grow so much even if you never see this fanfic.

Special Thanks To: Jordan for pre-reading this for me and helping me edit it. :)

Summary: This takes place about two years after the third movie (yes I know it hasn't come out yet -.-). When Will receives an unexpected letter from his old love, Elizabeth, he realizes that he can't stay in London anymore if he doesn't want to be found by Lord Beckett and James Norrington. He begins to wonder if his love for Elizabeth is still there and whether or not he should rescue her from the evils Beckett is pressing upon her.

Warning: Hints of slash. Maybe not in this chapter but in future chapters (however not with any of the characters I'm going to consider main in my story). If you don't like it, deal with it... it's only a sentence or two... but I MAY write a whole chapter centering around a new couple I support xP Rating is for safety, I may add some violence or whatever, who knows. What I think is violent and what you may think is violent could be two totallyyyyy different things.

Disclaimer: I do not own PotC O.o No matter how much I wish I did.

Now on with the fanfic.

The Letter

Prologue

Another quiet evening. Roughly five to ten minutes past midnight and he was up yet again trying to finish a sword for a man three houses down. Surely it was a project that could wait- the man wasn't the most important customer he'd ever had- but it acted as an excuse for him to stay up longer into the early hours of morning... just to think...

Several knocks on the door made him nearly miss the anvil as he hammered down upon the hot metal. Surprised that anyone would be coming into the shop this late at night, he made his way over to the door. A man stood there calmly, not seeming to expect to be let inside. His clothes were those of a common man, to his relief, and not that of a pirate nor a man of the Navy.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asked with slight confusion, eying the man curiously. The man nodded slowly.

"I believe so. Are you William Turner?" He froze.

"Aye..." he replied cautiously, wary about giving out his name just in case he was still wanted by the East India Trading Co. But the man's full, rosy lips curled into a warm smile as he held out a wrapped piece of parchment, a letter, for Will to take.

"From a former Miss Elizabeth Swann, sir." His eyes widened at the sound of her name bringing back memories both happy and painful, memories that he had tried to shut out and get rid of by coming to London and finding a new woman. But what did this man mean by former? Elizabeth must have found a new partner as well. He quickly received the letter from the man and held it in his hands, his eyes gazing tiredly over it. Why would she write to him and then send it to be delivered at this late hour?

"Good night, sir," the man said with a small bow before disappearing into the darkness.

"Thank you," He said breathily, still full of wonder as to what the letter would be about and how she had known where to find him.

He crossed over to a small table in the far corner of the shop and sat down to get ready to read it. But his thoughts of Elizabeth were interrupted by the sound of footsteps from above him coming gently down the creaking stairs. He quickly hid the letter amongst others before pretending to get back to work.

"William...?" Her soft voice cooed tiredly. "William, who was at the door...?" He turned around to face her with a small, but impatient smile.

"No one, Eva. Someone just had the wrong address. That's all." He froze as he watched her let out a tired yawn. "Did I awaken you?" She sighed.

"No, I woke up and noticed that you still weren't there beside me! William..."

"I am almost done with tonight's work, Eva. I promise you. You should get back to bed." She nodded reluctantly, releasing another shuddering sigh as she turned back to the stairs.

"Good night, then..."

"Good night..." he whispered softly, listening as her footsteps slowly disappeared up the wooden stairs. He let out a sigh of relief as he crossed back over to the table and began shuffling through the papers to find the one he had just received. Anxiously he began to toss several aside to be discarded along the floor. A hint of panic rose from somewhere within him until his fingers finally grazed the sealed parchment and he held it in the dim candlelight to get a better look. He tore it open furiously, his hands shaking slightly as he sat down at the table and lit another candle that had been blown out by the bloody draft coming in from the nearby broken window. His eyes skimmed the letter hurriedly, hoping that Eva was asleep by now. He squinted his eyes a little, trying to make out the shaky letters and words that decorated the parchment. He read slowly:

Will,

I hope you are doing well. I trust that you probably have a new woman by now as well. Possibly even a family. Send them, and her, my best.

Oh, Will. I cannot lie to you any longer. I need you... it's not what you think – after we rescued Jack, I didn't sail back with him to Tortuga... instead I went straight home to my father in Port Royal. I was able to set him free for a price... one that at the time I hadn't regretted selling myself for. I wasn't thinking. I agreed to marry Lord Cutler Beckett and later I was forced to give the destination of Jack...

I am wed to Lord Beckett now. It has been two long years since I've seen you, or Jack for that matter. And I'm so afraid... James Norrington returned from his... expedition... to hunt down Jack and he informed us that Jack and his crew were sunk to the bottom of the sea and that their deaths unavoidable. I thought for sure, in the situation I was in, that James would have helped me out of this... but his title was more important than the love he once had for me. Lord Beckett knows I'm depressed but he does not care- he loves my distress.

Don't hate me, Will. Don't hate me. I am not allowed to write to you and I have no idea whether or not that this will get delivered to the right address. But in the next few days I may be forced to give them your whereabouts as well. As soon as you read this, you may very well be being hunted by James. Don't hate me, don't hate me. I need you, I need you...

You have to get away. You're the only hope I have left in the world now... You don't need to rescue me – I know I don't deserve to be saved from this after everything I've done to you, but I don't think I can bear to hear the news of your death. I've been awful to you. We were all set to be wed and I ruined it. It was all my fault – never yours. You had a right to be angry with me that day on the Pearl and you have the right to be angry with me now.

I've tried to escape this prison I once called home several times. I made it as far as Tortuga once. But James was sent out to look for me and I was soon found. When I arrived back in Port Royal, I was beaten by Lord Beckett. I'm glad you can't see me now – I'm a wreck. I don't even know if you'll receive this letter. If Lord Beckett or his men intercept it... then I'm sure that I'll be beaten or worse... I sent this letter with the help of an old friend of my father's.

I beg you not to leave me here...! Beckett has killed my father regardless of the deal we made and I don't even know if the things James told me about Jack were true... I need to somehow know that you – and Jack – are still alive...

Best regards,

Elizabeth Swann (I refuse to be called Beckett.)

He sat there; face buried in his hands as he thought about what he was going to do. He massaged his temples as he tiredly closed his eyes, so many thoughts and memories pricking at him for a decision. Would it really be worth it going to help Elizabeth? She never even said in her letter that she might love him again... and why throw away the new life he had established in London? Leaving to go to the Caribbean would be risking death... plus could he really leave Evangeline now? Did he really love her? Or was she just there for the purpose of taking his mind off of Elizabeth and that alone? No, he decided, he didn't really love her. She'd be much better off without him. If there were any time to leave, it would definitely be now in the dead of night, especially if he was being hunted by Lord Beckett and James Norrington as Elizabeth had warned. It would only be a matter of time before she's discover things about his past and his current status as a fugitive from the East India Trading Co, anyway. He slowly rose from his seat, stuffing the letter into his pocket. He picked up the coat hanging off the chair and slid it easily around his shoulders. He readied a sword at his side, just in case, before blowing out the few candles illuminating the room. He picked up a hat off the table and placed it on his head half covering his eyes as he disappeared off into the darkness of night.

Please review... or, you know, whatever. Please let me know what to improve on and all... I'm still awfully tired from the championship game I went to on Friday... hopefully that exhaustion didn't translate into my writing o.o