A/N: Re-write. This chapter was originally a flashback…but now it's the real first chapter! I'm going to flesh this story out a lot more and have more background information and stuff. Hope you enjoy it! reads through it again Kouji really was busy! (Kouji is my new angst muse…I have three new muses! Whee! Fun!)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these wonderful characters. The idea is my own…unless I've been brainwashed…

Pairings: Elizabeth/Norrington, Will/Jack

Warnings: Slash…well, not yet, but soon!

Will Turner was working in his forge. His drunken master had died a couple of months before and had left the forge to Will. He had made plenty of swords that night and had decided to go home early. About an hour early, actually.

So, Will put down his tools and started heading back home to the Governor's mansion.

After the fiasco with the pirate, Jack Sparrow, Will had settled down with Elizabeth. They had been married for about two years. The whole cursed-pirates deal was over for him and if Jack ever came around with an only-you-can-save-us-now look in his eyes, the door would, politely, be slammed in his face.

No one seemed to be home, or awake, when Will opened the door. Lizzie would, of course, be asleep upstairs. Even though Will was coming home early, it was still quite late.

Will put his hat on the table and went into the kitchen for a drink. The cooks had all gone home for the night. Will was just pouring himself some tea when he thought he heard laughter coming from upstairs. When he put down the teapot and listened, it had stopped.

Will dismissed it as nothing and sat in an armchair. The tea was too hot to drink. He leaned back and closed his eyes.

There it was again, a laugh, no, more of a giggle really. Very distinctly coming from upstairs.

Will got up from his chair and left his tea steaming on the little table. He was determined to find out what it was. He went to the bottom of the stairs and listened. The noise was coming from the master bedroom.

Will climbed up the stairs and walked cautiously to the door of the master bedroom. He put his hand on the door-handle. Will twisted it to the right and pushed the door.

There, in the bed, was Lizzie. But not asleep as Will had predicted. There was someone else in the bed with Elizabeth. Will just stood, shocked, and stared.

'How could you?' Was the first thing to come from Will's mouth. 'How could you Elizabeth? I loved you. And I thought you loved me too.'

Lizzie sat bolt upright and as she did so, her lover was revealed.

James Norrington lay in bed with Elizabeth. His Elizabeth. Will couldn't take it. He walked calmly out the door and down the stairs. He heard and ignored Elizabeth calling to him.

Will picked up his hat and wiped his hand across his cheek. It came away wet. He walked out the front door and into the main street of Port Royale. He went to the forge and packed up everything he could. He piled everything into a corner and then strapped on a sharp sword.

Will took a deep breath and walked out of the forge door. He locked it behind him and set off to the docks. He waited there all night.

Will caught the first ship out to Tortuga and found a small, relatively cheap, inn to stay at. Every night Will drank himself into oblivion. And every morning he woke up unable to remember where he was. This was better than the alternative, in Will's eyes.

Will was gaining quite a reputation for his drinking. He was even beating Gibbs's record.

It was here that Captain Jack Sparrow found him.

A/N: Please Review? There's going to be about 3 or 4 new chapters before I put the old stuff back up. There has to be some smut and more explanations before I can put the chapters I had up before, up again. Enjoy! And I have yet to write the other new chapters…so don't expect them soon. My muses seem to be on strike, and my insane plot bunny isn't any help!

Review and give me some ideas as to how Barbossa can have survived, and maybe someone will spark me into writing some more chapters of this! I have some idea how I'm going to do it, but I want to see what you're brilliant minds can think of…

Frankly, I'm kind of sick of this story! Help me become less sick of it! Jessi