Elizabeth leaned over the starboard rail watching the dark water ripple as the ship cut through it like it was glass. She looked at the stars reflecting back at her. After a week, she still felt guilt over what she had done. So much so that she couldn't focus on much else. She looked up at the big moon and sighed. At least she wouldn't have to feel this way much longer, Tia Dalma had set them up right away with a decent caravel and instructions on how to get Jack back. She couldn't say she didn't miss him, but the thought of having to explain her actions to him made dread build in her every mile closer they got to saving him.
She heard arguing coming from the captain's quarters, she knew Will had gone in there to talk to Barbossa about something, but he hadn't told her what. They hadn't exactly been on good terms lately. She had a terrible feeling he had seen her kissing Jack. She listened, emotionless, to the voices coming through the door.
"I don't want her sleeping in a rag of a hammock with all those pirates down there! I have to practically guard her while she's sleeping!" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Although she didn't much care for sleeping around all those smelly men, she didn't feel threatened by most of them. She hadn't known Will had been staying up to keep an eye on her either though. It made her heart swell a little thinking about it. No wonder he had looked so worn out the past few days.
The argument went on a few minutes more, when finally Barbossa caved in.
"Aye, fine! She can sleep in here at night but it's mine during the day! Ye happy? Now get out and let me grab a few things!" The door flung open and Will came out still looking angry. He stopped and glanced at Elizabeth then back at the ground.
"You'll be sleeping-" "I heard." She interrupted. Will stood still a moment, walked across the deck, then walked back over to her, figiting. He finally decided on leaning over the rail beside her. She knew he wanted to talk about what had happened, but she didn't know if she wanted to...
"What are you looking at?" He asked quietly.
"The water." She simply replied.
He nodded, twisting his fingers together. It was making Elizabeth feel nervous just being beside him.
"Elizabeth-" he started, but Barbossa came trudging out of his captains quarters carrying a blanket and the map. He stomped up to the wheel, his furry companion squeaked and jumped up on his master's shoulder. Will grew very quiet. She knew he would wait until they were alone to discuss it.
"What is it, Will?" She asked.
"I...nothing. goodnight." He said and without a glance walked below deck. She sighed again then turned to go to bed.
"Night, captain."
"Hey missy, before you go to bed, I couldn't help but notice...somethings not quite...right between you and Will."
She forced a polite smile and looked up at him. "I'm afraid that's a rather complicated story, captain"
"I've got time." He said grinning. She knew he meant no harm but she just was not feeling up to talking right now.
"I know but I'm very tired...tomorrow." She said.
"Aye, tomorrow." He repeated.
She walked into the captain's quarters and found the least dirty blanket she could, wrapping herself up in it. She tossed and turned, finding it hard to rest. She felt guilt, sadness, and anger all welling up in her and didn't know what to do about all these emotions. She of course felt sorry for what she had done, she felt horrid that Will had seen, and she couldn't push the feeling away that she had gotten in the pit of her stomach when she kissed jack. She had wanted more and she couldn't lie to herself about that. He was handsome and witty, but every time she thought about Jack, Will, poor loyal Will's face would appear, looking at her with his big puppy eyes, saying why did you do that? Why would you hurt and betray me like that? I'd never do that to you... "I'm sorry, Will..." She said in her sleep and rolled over, finally giving into mental exhaustion.