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Disclaimer: Will, Elizabeth and anyone else from POTC belong to Disney. I claim no profit except my own personal satisfaction if people review.

A/N: Alternate Universe, set just after CotBP, but of course without the events of DMC and AWE taking place. This story line deviates slightly in history from the first film; Will comes to Port Royal when he is 18. Story carries on as normal from there, all will become clear!

A/N continued: And the reason this story is in bold is because I felt like it, flashbacks in italics. I know it's not normal but who wants to be normal. And please, please, please, please, pleases rate and review, I want to know if I should continue with this or not.

Summary: forced to leave her, what will happen when their paths cross again. Can she fall in love twice?

The Heart Never Lies

Prologue

If you wanna fight, I'll stand right beside you

The day that you fall, I'll be right behind you

To pick up the pieces, if you don't believe me

Just look into my eyes

Cos the heart never lies

He had never lied to her before, whenever she needed reassurance all she needed to do was to look into his eyes. Those were the eyes that reassured her told her everything would be fine. Those were the eyes that calmed her when she was upset, that lay to rest any fears she had. Why now were they letting her down? Why now were they filled with an uncertainty that frightened her?

"What do you mean?" Her breathing was hard, as if she had been running. He bowed his head.

"I don't love you." the words, spoken softly cut through her heart like a knife, there was a pounding in her ears that was getting louder, like drums it thumped over and over again. 'I don't love you, I don't love you, I don't love you.' she shook her head as if this would clear what he was saying and chase his words away. Her hands reached out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

"What do you mean, you don't love me?" she babbled desperately. "Is it something I've done, if it is god I'm sorry!" her hands slid up to his face, cupping his cheeks, he pulled his head out of her reach and took a step back, freeing himself from her hands.

"I don't love you," he repeated softly, as if he was saying them to himself as much as her. The tears fell thick and fast. She could see nothing, feel nothing, hear nothing but the words. Her vision swam and she sobbed.

"Will!" she choked. He looked up at the sound of his name and for a moment she looked deep into his eyes. And she saw pain there, pain and fear.

"I have to go." He said, cutting off anything she might have said. He took a step forward and put his hands on his shoulders. Bending down he kissed her cheek. "Forget about me." He whispered in her ear. Even now as he was leaving her it still sent a shiver down her spine. Her arms went round him and she clutched him tightly never wanting to let go. He gave her a quick squeeze and made to move.

"Don't leave me! I love you!" she pleaded. Turning her face and finding his lips she kissed him. Her eyes closed and she pulled him closer still. He froze at the contact before slowly pulling away.

"I'm sorry Elizabeth. Forgive me." And then he left her, standing, the tears pouring down her face. The last she saw of the man she loved was his back as he disappeared out the door and down the steps.

All the strength left her and she slid to the floor where she lay, curled up. Her whole world was falling in around her and she was powerless to stop it. He was gone; the only man she had ever and would ever love had gone. And in his place was an empty void, one that could never be filled again. She had no idea how long she lay there, just crying. But presently she heard footsteps and then arms wrapped round her. She looked up wildly, eyes wide with hope that he had come back to her. Her face crumpled when she saw her father looking at her.

"Oh Elizabeth." He murmured, as the tears started again. Pulling her onto his lap he rocked her as he had done when she was a child and had fallen over and hurt herself. But this was another type of hurt. One which she would recover from in time, he was sure of it. All she needed was to forget about William Turner. As Elizabeth fell asleep against him exhausted from all her crying, Weatherby Swann allowed himself a small smile. It had all been so easy.

A week before:

"William. Might I have a word?" the young man turns towards his future father-in-law and a smile graces his handsome face.

"For you sir I can spare two." He jokes. The governor smiles tightly and makes his way across the forge until he is standing not a foot away from the blacksmith.

"William, I don't know how to say this…" he started. Will cocks his head to one side and puts his hands on his hips. "…whilst I know that you think you love Elizabeth and she thinks she loves you, I just cannot allow this marriage to take place." He watches as first amusement then confusion flitted across Will's face.

"I don't understand sir, you gave us your blessing." Sighing heavily the governor turned away, when he turned to face the blacksmith again his face is stern.

"I have given much thought to the matter since then. See Elizabeth needs the best and I feel that you are unable to provide her with the kind of life that she needs." Will bristles at his words.

"I can assure you sir that I will do everything in my power to provide Elizabeth with the home she needs." He replied his voice clipped.

"Mr Turner, let me put it another way. You will not be marrying my daughter. If you continue to court her I will be forced to take measures to have you removed." He stepped forward, until he was eyeballing Will who was taller by a good couple of inches. "Either you break it off with her, tell her you don't love, and then leave Port Royal forever, or I will see you hang." Will frowns and opened his mouth.

"Do your worst." He challenges. The governor chuckles.

"Not frightened by the noose, maybe if I tell her about your past, I'm sure she'd love to hear about that." Will blanches in front of him.

"She won't believe me." He said. "She knows I love her. God knows I proved that. And you know her as well as I do, she won't believe me for a second." The governor smiles.

"She will believe you William, you will make her believe you, otherwise…" he leaves the threat hanging. Without another word he leaves the young blacksmith standing and sweeps from the shop.

Weatherby Swann was not usually a malicious man. His actions, he kept telling himself had been forced by his love of his daughter. He was loath to see her get hurt. The match with a blacksmith was not good for social standing nor was he quite sure of the man himself. He had managed to convince himself that Will would leave Elizabeth high and dry as he had made him do and he was merely making it sooner rather than later. As he laid Elizabeth down and watched her sleeping face he felt a small surge of pride, he'd done it. Elizabeth stirred in her sleep ad turned over. Weatherby pulled up a chair and sat, keeping watch on his daughter all night.

He walked numbly, his feet taking him where they would, to the docks to charter a passage. Tears collected at the corner of his eyes and leaked down his cheeks. He leant against a nearby wall and slid down to the floor. Placing his head on his knees he sobbed, allowing all of his anger, sadness and regret to come out. When the tears stopped he leant his head back against the wall. Above him the stars shone in the night sky, the moon, a pale orb that hung suspended on a string lit up the down in a soft glow. Looking to his left he saw the mansion set up on the hill. His heart screamed at him to go back, to gather her in his arms, kiss her face, and tell her he was sorry. And then chase away all her fears, for the rest of their lives. But his brain warned him away, ordering him to keep moving. Slowly he heaved himself to his feet and took one last look back.

"Goodbye Elizabeth, I love you, forgive me." He whispered. And then with his head bowed he left for the docks.

He arrived at the docks and was able to charter a place in a crew aboard a merchant ship. That was until he could find who he was looking for. Jack Sparrow. As the ship pulled out of port he took one look back at the place that he had called him, and saying a goodbye William Turner left Port Royal.

The sun filtered in through the curtains and onto Elizabeth's face. She blinked several times and rolled over. Her hand enclosed over another and she sighed.

"Will." she murmured, then the memories of the night before came flooding back and she sat up straight…and found herself looking into her father's blue eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes and she slumped back down, she felt hollow, there was nothing. Her father smoothed the hair back from her face and smiled.

"I'm here for you." he said softly. Elizabeth looked up at him and managed a small, watery smile, it wasn't her father she wanted, and it was Will. Only Will.