"Just put one hand on the small of my back," Elizabeth instructed. Will blushed slightly as he laid a delicate hand on his fiancé's slender back. She smiled at Will's nervousness.
"And the other hand on my shoulder. Good," she said. Elizabeth placed a hand on Will's shoulder and used the other to gather up her skirts. She started instructing him how to dance. 1, 2, 3, step. 1, 2, 3, step, ran through Will's mind until it became automatic. They were dancing.
The setting changed, they were at a ball, the focus of everyone's attention. Some one tapped on Will's shoulder. He turned to look.
"May I take over?" the slightly drunk pirate asked. Elizabeth flew into Jack's arms and they spun around the room.
Will awoke in a sweat, anger boiling within him. He got out of his hammock and went up on the deck. There was a full moon and a gentle breeze. He went onto the bow and watched the waters until the nightmare faded from memory. If Elizabeth loved Jack, then he couldn't stop her. He couldn't stop her from loving a no-good, dead, bloody pirate. He punched a mast untill his knuckles bled and fell down with weariness.
"Don't get so worked up, Will," said a soft voice with a gentle Caribbean accent. "She's confused. I'm sure the winds will blow 'er back to you some day."
Will looked at Tia then looked back to the ocean. "I wish I could believe that."
A/N: This was just a small onepiece that came to me while watching bits and pieces of So You Think You Can Dance and doing pirate impressions...Don't ask... Hope you all like it!