"Will, I need to talk to you." Elizabeth Swann entered Will's cabin and stood meekly in the doorway, her eyes cast downward at the creaky boards below her. She looked up slightly when Will didn't respond and found him sitting in the window seat, staring out the porthole and holding his knees up to his chin like a small boy. She went and sat beside him sighing. Reaching out and touching his cheek, she turned his face toward her, her fingers tingling at the feel of his stubble against her delicate fingers, but his haunted eyes never left the sea outside, never stopped flickering across the waves and hoping for a sign of Jack…"Will, there's something I need to tell you." She swallowed and shuddered as those eyes, empty and desolate, met her own. "It's about Jack's death…" Suddenly, he was interested, and anger and jealousy flared up in her breast. Why did it take a mention of Jack these days to make him happy? To hold his interest for more than a second. She took an almost vindictive pleasure in telling him her dirty little secret.

"I know you saw us kissing…" Will flinched and looked away again. "Well, it was a trick…I kissed him so that I could use a manacle and lock him against the mast." He looked at her again, his eyes going from empty, to disbelieving, to angry…His face locked in a frown and he glared at her. He could infer the rest, there was no need to say anything more.

"What?" The single word was filled with so much wrath, so much sadness, that Elizabeth regretted her cruelty immediately. She looked away and bit her lip, and suddenly felt a stinging pain fly against the side of her face. As she fell to the ground, she knew that she deserved this…She begged for more, her voice cracking with unshed tears, but Will simply stood and stared down at her, the look in his eyes black and bordering on hatred.

"I did it for us…" she sobbed.

"Oh really?" he spat. "You killed the only real friend we had left for us? Please, tell me how that works out in your feeble brain, Elizabeth?"

"I was falling for him, Jack, and I didn't want him getting in the way of our plans…And anyway, the Kraken would have killed us-"

"Then we should have died, damn you!" he yelled, his voice booming in the small room. Elizabeth had never seen him like this before…So angry, so commanding…almost like Jack himself…"Get up."

"What?"

"Get up, I said!" He gripped her arm painfully and pulled her to her feet, dragging her from the room. The Pearl's crew aboard the stolen ship they were on watched him in stony silence. The man they had silently declared their interim captain had to deal with this on his own. He walked her to the prow of the ship and lifted her in his arms, and looked into her eyes, conflicted. She clung to him, afraid of this new and unpredictable Will Turner. Captain Will Turner. "You called me Jack in there." He said the words with no expression at all, and merely looked at her, closing himself away, his emotions , his thoughts…

"No, I-"

"Yes, you did. You said, 'I was falling for him, Jack, and I didn't want him getting in the way of our plans.'" He smirked, a horribly sad twist of his lips that left Elizabeth shivering. She had too close her eyes. It was a Pirate's smile…"Is that how you feel about me? Who knows when you'll change your mind and decide that I need to get out of you and Jack's way?" He stepped closer to the prow and held her above the water leagues below. "Maybe I should send you to World's End to explore these feelings with Jack? But how could he want you when you betrayed him…and me as well. So you would die alone and unwanted..." Elizabeth clung to him. "Although, maybe I'd rescue you as well..." but he looked skeptical.

"I never betrayed you, Will! Don't you see, I did this so I wouldn't betray you!" She clawed into his shirt and held him close so she wouldn't fall. Her erratic breathing returned to normal as he stepped away from the ship's edge. He stood her on her feet and pulled her close, kissing her harshly so that she could taste the sea salt, the bitterness, the jealousy and anger at her deceptions on his lips. He pushed her away roughly as her hand reached up to twine in his hair. Once again, Elizabeth found herself on the deck, looking up at the man who truly had earned the name "Bootstrap" Bill Turner from Jack…

"When you betrayed my Captain, you betrayed me." There was a murmur of assent from the crew members who had been watching with bated breath. He raised his eyes to them, and a glimmer of happiness, a sliver of peace of mind shivered its way into his eyes, and he smiled like the Captain he had become. "Men, I say we make for the closest port possible. I want this sea snake off our ship before she can send me packing to World's End as well." He looked down at her, ignoring the yells and preparatory commands being sent across ship. "You will be gone before we rescue Jack. I won't have you ruining this, deciding what's best for everyone. You made a choice that wasn't yours, and now I'm making a choice."

"Will, please, don't do this!" She scrabbled across the deck and grabbed the hem of his shirt. "He looked down at her in disgust. "I love you."

"And you love Jack Sparrow as well, but somehow, that didn't stop you from killing him. Someone take her to the brig," he shouted imperiously before walking across deck, disappearing into his cabin and slamming the thick door shut.

A Few days Later...

He hated her. Any love that might have festered after he saw her kiss Jack had dissipated with her confession. And now he could freely focus on his feelings for the Pirate…His Captain. He had been dreaming about Jack for the past few nights, of what it might be like to follow the open seas with the man standing next to him, always laughing and drinking…But inevitably, Elizabeth always appeared, wearing Will's guilt like expensive perfume…Will missed the pirate, missed the eunuch jokes even…He would give anything to hear Jack's voice. But they would reach World's End any day now, and Elizabeth was out of his way. They had set her adrift near some island with a generous amount of food and water. She would live, although Will didn't think she deserved to. He could finally explore his itching need for Captain Jack Sparrow…

"Cap'n Turner! Ship off the starboard, sir!" came the First Mate's voice from outside his door. "They're waving the white flag, sir. Do we dock with them or plunge on, Cap'n sir?"

"Dock, mate. Let's see what they want." He sighed and stood, tossing on his shirt and boots, and leaving his cabin, head up.

Will watched in shock as five people boarded his ship. He stood next to Captain Teague, Jack's father and they gaped openly as Elizabeth Swan and four strange pirates walked up to them. The tallest among them was a man with the darkest skin Will had ever seen, not black, but damn near. His dreadlocks reminded Will of Jack's, but they were far neater and held back in a loose ponytail that hung down his straight back. He wore the required pirate's shirt and a dark green fitted waistcoat, form-fitting brown suede pants and brown knee boots. His eyes were chocolate brown, and penetrated Will, who felt he was being appraised for sale.

"Are you the Captain on this ship?" the man asked, his voice a cultured British tenor. It was so at odds with the man's disreputable profession that Will almost laughed, and then remembered that he was a cultured man as well, and no one had expected him to ever join the Pirate ranks.

"I am. Captain Bill Turner. Might I ask who you are, sir?" he asked commandingly, treading the line between rudeness and impatient curiosity.

"I have many names along the coasts of Africa and England, in Asia and the Americas…But my name of choice is Jesse Greengage. Captain Jesse Greengage of Poseidon's Blessing." Will felt Captain Teague shift suddenly, and cough behind his hand. Greengage's attention turned itself upon the older man, and his eyes widened slightly before he regained his composure. His lip curled and he inclined his head. "Hello, Teague. Going after your son? Are you sure there's enough glory involved for you to have contact with him?"

"Hello, Jesse." Captain Teague suddenly looked old and tired, and he turned away "I'll be in me cabin, Will. I wish to speak to ye later, if'n ye don't mind?" Will nodded and the old man silently walked away, sparing Greengage one final glance before disappearing below deck. How the two men knew each other could wait. Will's eyes returned to Elizabeth. She stood proudly, her eyes cold and defiant, her hair knotted and greasy, windswept. She said nothing, but looked back at Will, anger a flinty gleam in her eyes. They shared the bond of two people that had betrayed each other, their love was as nothing now, they both knew it.

"Captain Turner?" Will glanced back at Greengage, his eyebrow knotted and his mouth set in a grim line. "We are here to offer you our help in searching for Captain Jack Sparrow. He is a dear friend of mine, and I wish to see him safely returned to this world. I have been to World's End…It is not pleasant…" He shuddered and then shook himself. "Miss Swain has told us of his peril."

"Miss Swain? How would anyone on your crew know-" He cut off and looked at Elizabeth. "Miss Swain?" he ground out. She nodded, and Will felt his bile rise. How many lies had she told this man?

"We found Miss Swain floating in the sea. She said she couldn't bear the thought of life without the man she loved, and then she made us aware of her history. That she was a galley wench aboard the Pearl, and that she had taken a life boat from the wreckage of the Pearl when it crashed and was attempting to find land. Her story was accepted because she had enough food for weeks, so she obviously had prepared herself for a long voyage. She told us she was certain that you would go after Jack because you cared for him so much and she was right, thank God." He smiled in relief. So Elizabeth couldn't bear life without Jack Sparrow..."Well, what do you say, Captain Turner?"

Will's eyes never left Greengage's, although he could feel Elizabeth's eyes smoldering against the side of his face defying him to refute her story. Almost as if she wanted him to, but he knew that this would be listed as a mutiny against her Captain, and she would probably be killed. Suddenly, Will wanted her alive for a little longer. He wanted to watch her suffer.

"Well, I say, bring your men aboard, and have a drink, Captain Greengage. I have to go and attend to Captain Teague, but I'll hope to have more words with you later. Thank you for bringing them, Miss Swain," he mocked coldly. "We need all the help we can get," he walked up to her, grasped her hand in his and kissed it, his eyes never breaking from her. "Elizabeth." He whispered it against her skin.

"Lizzie," she replied, and Will flinched and dropped her hand. Lizzie...the name Jack had given her...He couldn't really fault her as he had accepted the Captain's nickname as well...Greengage watched the exchange, unable to hear their whispers, but sure something was amiss. He had already been suspicious of this Swain woman…Yes, he and Captain Turner would be having words later to ascertain the real story. He couldn't help but notice the steely looks the whole of the crew gave her as she stood, proud and defiant. He exchanged a glance with his first mate and smirked, then eyed Captain Turner again. So this was, as the sea rumors told, Jack's new bed warmer. He watched Will walk away and admired the view, but smirked as he did so, for reasons that were his own. He made ready for his men to board.

A/N: Okay, Chapter One is up. You like? Read and review so I can let the plot unfold. My other stories are still on, but this one popped into my head and I had to write it! Plus, PotC needs more black people, LOL. Further chapters involve ratting Lizzie out, some graphic angry sex between her and Will, the seduction of Captain Turner, and the Rescue of Jack and further seduction, and even more ratting out…ahem, I mean plot resolution! Stay tuned. Next chappie Tomorrow if I can't hold it in!