Rub a dub dub three men in love

Chapter 1
What goes around comes around

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon marking the end of another day, and the deserted tropical island, peaceful as it was, remained silently tamed by the waves surrounding it. Just off the coast, sat a little cottage close enough to the beach you could almost touch it from the shallows. The setting of the island was allusively stunning and peaceful, except for one coastal ornament rocking gently on the waves. Docked in a small cove off the main peninsula, stood The Flying Dutchman.
Standing outside the cottage with her arms wrapped around a bucket of water, was Elizabeth Swann, as dainty and fragile as ever.
Stopping her chore she paused, staring out into the sunset.
Will Turner, handsome and unchanged by time, walked up behind her and kissed her on the cheek. Elizabeth smiled and turned around.

"I was thinking of all the adventures that led us here" She said reflecting back on everything they'd been through.

"We have had plenty, haven't we?" He replied, laughing nervously.

Elizabeth chuckled, noticing that Will had on his "I'm so darn sexy" shirt and kissed him. As her lips parted with his, she noticed that he also had on his "Into the woods" pants to compliment his shirt.

Will smiled, parting from Elizabeth.

"Where are you going?" She asked him curiously.

"I'm going to go get some clean water from the waterfall." He replied.
"I'll be back before sunset."

She nodded.

"Alright, but be careful...!" She told him.

Will kissed Elizabeth on the forehead, disappearing into the trees and leaving her alone. Every time she watched him walk away, she got chill bumps, and was reminded of painful memories in her past.
Shaking it off, Elizabeth turned away, and started tending to her garden.

Twilight was starting to set in as she watered the last of her hibiscuses, when all of a sudden someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth with a handkerchief. Dropping her watering can she grabbed her attacker by the arms, struggling to break their grip, but it was no use. Falling hostage to the strange chemical on the handkerchief, Elizabeth's senses shut down, until finally she fainted.

Still groggy from passing out, Elizabeth slowly began to wake up, and found herself on the ground of a small room. With only a small desk and a chair facing the wall as decoration, the room felt enclosed and made her claustrophobic. Elizabeth got to her feet and tried to open the door, but it was locked. Frantically, she pounded on the door with her fists yelling, "Let me out!" Suddenly, a tune of some sort caught her ear and she stopped.

"A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet..."
Elizabeth finishes the song, "Give me some time to blow the man down!"
The voice was coming from inside the room. Elizabeth's eyes darted back and forth, but nobody was there.
Suddenly, the chair on the far side of the room turned around, where a short man wearing a white wig sat smugly in his seat.
"You can pound all you want but you're not getting out of here." He told her, his voice cold as ice.
"Why did you kidnap me?! Who are you!?" She demanded.

"I will answer your questions in the order that they were asked. You were taken by force for the murder of Lord Cutler Beckett, do you remember him?" He asked her.

Elizabeth, stunned to hear that foul name mentioned again in the open, nodded.

"Yes, and his death was more than justified."

"I'm sure it was Miss. Swann. Or is it Turner now...?"

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at the man, and frowned.
"Cutler Beckett's death was caused by his own corruption and undoing! There is nothing more to be said about it." She told him; her eyes drilling a hole into his.

"Unfortunately that isn't the case, Miss Turner. You will help us find your accomplices: Captain Jack Sparrow, Captain Hector Barbossa and a William Turner. I must say, I half expected to capture William Turner with you at the cottage..."

Elizabeth looked down and replied coolly," I haven't heard from any of them in 3 years."

"So it would seem...! No matter! I'm sure once word gets around of your capture, Mr. Turner will undoubtedly come to your rescue. As for the others, I've gotten word that they're in pursuit of the hidden treasure of Bartholomew."

Still immensely baffled by everything that was taking place, Elizabeth shook her head in confusion.
"Who are you?!"

"Oh yes, my apologies miss, I am Lord Christopher Beckett and YOU murdered my brother!"

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A/N: Will didn't have to serve the 10 yrs like in At World's End.