A/N: I like this one better than Bad Dreams. It's another that I wrote in the past. Not exactly a songfic, but I added a few lyrics to fit the mood. Hope you enjoy. This one has a few chapters. R&R.

I don't know what I should do now

I don't know where I should go

I'm still here waiting for you

I'm lost when you're not around

I need to hold onto you

I just can't let you go –Simple Plan

Sometime after making a plan of action with Captain Barbossa and Will, Elizabeth stared out to sea with tears glistening in her eyes. I'm a wretched person… But it was to save everyone else! If I hadn't left him there all of us would have perished. Oh Jack…I hope we find you…

"Ye're in love with him aren't ye?" Tia Dalma asked, approaching Elizabeth on the docks.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Ye're in love wit him."

"Yes, I love Will." She replied, snapping out of her thoughts.

"I wasn't talkin' bout Turner. Ye love Captain Sparrow."

"What are you talking about? I don't love him!"

"Then why are ye so upset?"

"Because I condemned him to death! I think I have all the reason in the world to be upset." She replied.

"Aye, but there's more to it tan tat. If ye loved Will, ye'd be in there tryin' to fix tings wit him instead of out here avoidin' him and the others."

"We're going to the ends of the Earth tomorrow. I think I deserve some alone time." Elizabeth replied stubbornly.

"Ye're as stubborn as 'e is." The older woman muttered, walking off.

Elizabeth glared after her. Who does she think she is? How dare she accuse me of things that aren't any of her business? How dare she accuse me of having unfaithful thoughts? I'm marrying Will. I love him and only him. That's how it was before and how it will always be.

She sighed. So why am I so sad? Maybe Tia Dalma is right in that respect. Maybe I care for Jack a little more than I pretend to. Another tear slid down her cheek, until they fell like rain, making her sit down hard. Oh Jack…I lied…I am sorry…I should have never let this happen, but your crew deserves to think that you were an honorable captain who didn't try to flee. I can never tell them of what I have done. They would kill me, especially if you really are dead and gone forever. The thought of him being gone forever brought out a heart-wrenching sob. "I'm so sorry…" She whispered and looked down at her hands.

"Sorry for what?"

Will coldly watched Tia Dalma walk up and start talking to the very distraught Elizabeth. His jaw clenched. He saw the kiss Elizabeth and Jack shared. It had confused and hurt him. Why is she so upset? I thought she loved me, not him… How could she not trust me enough to tell me how she felt? She probably loves him. How many men will she go through? He glared at the beautiful woman's back as Tia Dalma walked away from her.

Soon, the older woman walked up to him. "She loves him, doesn't she?" He questioned her.

"It's not me place to tell." She replied walking away. "Why don't ye ask 'er?"

He watched the retreating woman and then looked back at Elizabeth. She was now sitting on the ground crying her eyes out. A wave of sadness for his beloved swept through him. He decided that it was time he went and comforted her. Right now it seemed she needed someone to hold her and maybe he could find out why she was so utterly distressed over the death of the captain. She never seemed fond of him before…

As he approached her, she let out a loud heart-wrenching sob and then he heard her say she was so sorry. Confused, Will decided to question her.

"Sorry for what?"

Elizabeth jumped and looked up at him blinking away her tears. "Nothing…" She replied.

His face softened and he knelt next to her. "Elizabeth…please tell me what's wrong."

She glared at him. "Captain Sparrow has died and you're asking me what's wrong? We just lost a friend! How could you be so inconsiderate?"

He frowned at her outburst. "That's funny. I never thought you would be the one to cry over Jack. I got the impression that you didn't like him very much."

"There is a fine line between love and hate, Will."

"Oh, so now you love him?" He asked.

"As a friend, yes."

"Well…you shouldn't. He condemned me to death and signed me over to Davy Jones, remember?"

"You're not with Davy Jones now, are you?" She replied.

He sighed. "You love him as more than a friend. Otherwise, you wouldn't defend his actions so adamantly."

"I do not!" She spat. "I love you, Will."

"Do you?"

"Yes." She replied trying to meet his eyes.

"I don't believe you."

"Why don't you believe me?" She asked, still angry.

"That is the first time you've told me you loved me when I've told you countless times…. and you wouldn't have kissed Sparrow on the Pearl if you did." He replied, storming off at this point.

Elizabeth stared wide-eyed at Will's retreating back.

"Will!" She yelled, running after him, but he didn't stop, just went into Tia Dalma's hut and slammed the door.

Barbossa looked up from the maps he was poring over when Will slammed the door and marched into the hut, heading straight up the stairs. He looked at Tia Dalma, who merely smirked at him and shrugged. "Lover's tiff."

"Hmmph." Barbossa replied, rolling his eyes.

Then, the door flew open and Elizabeth ran into the hut with puffy, red-rimmed eyes. "Where is he?" She questioned the two elders. Barbossa pointed up the stairs and went back to his work, mildly amused. The lass is quite disturbed over the late Captain Sparrow's demise. If me assumptions be correct, I'd say she has feelings for him other than friendship. He chuckled.

"Yer assumptions most likely be correct, Hector." Tia murmured.

"Stop reading me mind, woman, it's creepy. And don't call me Hector." He muttered.

"Will…don't do this…" Elizabeth pleaded, barging into his room.

"Why not Elizabeth? You're the one that kissed him. He wasn't your FIANCÉ or have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten. It was a misunderstanding. I-"

"A misunderstanding? How do you misunderstand a kiss like that?"

"I-I don't want to talk about this…" She replied, her eyes cast downward.

"Why?"

"Because I'm afraid you'll hate me."

"I'm going to call the engagement off if you don't."

She gave a watery sigh and moved to his bed, sitting down. "I killed him."

"What? No you didn't. The Kraken did."

"No…you don't understand…I tricked him. I kissed him until I managed to get him pushed up against the mast and then I-I chained him to it…I forced him to go down with his ship. I never gave him the chance to escape." She said, bursting into fresh tears. "I'm such a terrible person. I feel positively awful."

Will stood there shocked. "You did WHAT?"

"I chained him to the mast." Elizabeth replied through her tears. "I'm the reason we have to go to the ends of the Earth. I am the terrible person in this. Before I left him, I saw the hurt look on his face before he hid it behind that damned grin of his. I told him that it was the only way. I told him I wasn't sorry. And you know what he said? Pirate. That's it. He didn't get angry. He only grinned. It would have been so much easier if he had been angry. I feel so terrible. He didn't deserve that…"

"Oh Elizabeth…" Will mumbled, sitting next to her and pulling her into his arms.

She buried her head in his shoulder and cried.

"It'll be all right. We'll save Jack and you'll be able to apologize, he'll forgive you and everything will be as it was before. You'll see."

"How do you know he'll forgive me?"

"He will."

"No he won't. And even if he did, I wouldn't be able to speak to him because I will feel awful every time I see him."

"So…you'll not see him. We'll go back to Port Royal, get married, and never leave again." He replied.

"We can't do that and you know it. We'll probably never be welcome there again."

"We'll figure something out. Don't worry. There's no need to cry."

Sometime later, after her tears had finally subsided Will stirred. "I should go. I'll sleep in your cabin so you don't have to get up. We're going to need as much sleep as we can possibly get before tomorrow." He murmured, climbing to his feet.

Elizabeth sat up and grabbed his wrist. "Would you stay? I don't want to be alone, Will."

He gave her a comforting smile. "Of course." And with that said, he removed his boots and hers and climbed back into the bed, pulling her into his arms.

She sighed and pressed her face into his chest, breathing his familiar scent. She felt comfortable in his arms, but it was as if something were missing. The security wasn't what she had expected and she still felt so alone, except now she was warm. A tear trickled down her cheek, but she wiped it away as Will stroked her back with his thumb. If Jack were to do that, my back would tingle…NO! It most certainly would not! She stiffened. I mustn't think things like that.

"Is something wrong?" Will questioned, sounding concerned.

"Other than the fact that I killed a man, no there's nothing wrong." She lied.

And then, she snuggled closer, falling asleep in his arms.

Will watched her sleep. He still had the sneaking suspicion that to save everyone wasn't the only reason she kissed Jack Sparrow.

"Elizabeth…"

"Jack?" Elizabeth asked, feeling excitement at seeing him again.

"Aye. I'm still alive…ye must find me before it's too late."

"Where are you?"

"I'm not sure, luv. I think it's that island Barbossa marooned us on."

"I'll find you. I have your compass."

"Ah…so I am what you want most in the world, Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth? Elizabeth! We need to go get breakfast and be ready to leave." Will murmured.

She snapped awake and glanced around her. "I had a dream about Jack. He said he's still alive and that I must find him before it's too late." She gasped, realizing where she had last seen the area surrounding Jack in her dream. "He's on that island that Barbossa marooned him on twice already. Will, we have to go to that island!"

"How do you know it wasn't just your imagination?"

"There's only one way to find out. Let's go downstairs."

The rest of the crew were out on the new ship that Tia Dalma managed to get for them, except for Barbossa who was sitting at Tia's table eating bread and pork as well as an apple. Noticing their arrival, Tia placed two more plates of food on the table and Will and Elizabeth sat down. Will began to dig in, but Elizabeth just sat down and turned to Barbossa.

"I had a dream about Jack just now."

"I don't want to be hearin' 'bout yer naughty dreams lass." He replied making Tia snort.

Elizabeth glared at him. "For your information, he told me that he was still alive and that we would find him on that island that you so love marooning him on. I believe we'll find him there."

"Do ye now?" Barbossa asked, pausing in the midst of a rather large forkful of pork.

"Yes. I do."

"I think she may be right." Tia murmured. "My premonitions aren't always correct."

"Fine. We'll go there first, just to make sure."

Will just kept eating.

"Ye need to eat, 'lizabeth." Tia murmured.

"I'm not hungry." She replied, picking up her bottle of rum and taking a huge gulp from it.

Will stared at her. "Since when do you drink rum?"

"Since now." She replied. "I developed a taste for it before I burned all of it on that godforsaken island we're about to visit."

Barbossa chuckled. I bet that's not all she developed a taste for.

Tia Dalma chuckled to herself.

Dammit, ye need to stop readin' me mind, woman..

"Well, then, if ye're not goin' to eat, I suggest we be gettin' up to the ship. We'll need to hurry. If Jack is alive, we haven't much time left." Barbossa muttered.

Elizabeth practically dove out of her chair and outside into the sunlight. Barbossa followed her retreating back with his eyes and then quirked an eyebrow at Will, who just grimaced and shrugged.

Once aboard The Beautiful Siren, Elizabeth paced behind Barbossa, who stood at the helm. She sighed for what must have been the fifteenth time. "Would ye stop doin' that?!"

She jumped and glanced at the older man's back. "My apologies." She muttered and went to the rail.

"We'll find him, lass. There's no need to get so worked up." He replied, his voice losing some of its sharpness.

"That's what I'm afraid of." She muttered.

"What was that?" He questioned, although he knew full well what she said.

"Nothing worth mentioning again." She replied, walking off in the direction of Will who was staring at the horizon, lost in thought.

Barbossa chuckled to himself. The lass is about to get in over her head when we find Jack.

Elizabeth put her hand on Will's shoulder, making him jump. "Oh. I'm sorry…I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's quite all right. Did you need something?"

"No. I just came to talk."

"About what?"

"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to be with you." To find out if I really do love you as much as you love me, she thought.

"Is that so?"

"Aye. It is."

"Did you just say aye?" He asked, slightly amused.

"I most certainly did not." She replied indignantly.

He chuckled. "You've been around these pirates too long, my dear. They're affecting your vocabulary."

"No they aren't."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She sighed. "All right, they have, but is that really all that terrible?"

"Hmm…I suppose it's not. Depending on what you plan to do after we find Jack."

"Don't start bringing that up again. You know I'm marrying you."

"Do I?"

"Will…"

"All right, all right. I'll drop it."

"Good."

He looked into her eyes. "You look beautiful in pirate clothes, you know. Actually, you always look beautiful."

Elizabeth reached up and stroked the side of his face, smiling slightly when he nuzzled her hand. "I do believe that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, William Turner."

"It probably is. You have a way about you that renders many men speechless, including myself."

Is he really talking to me this way? Is he really being more endearing than he ever has before on purpose or is it because of Jack? She decided to voice this. "Are you just saying all this because of your thoughts that I'll leave you for Jack or are you saying this because you care?"

He sighed. "Both."

She stared at her hands that had balled into fists at her side. "Maybe I should go before one of us says something we'll regret."

"Maybe you should."

Starting to get her feathers ruffled, she walked to her cabin and shut the door. She sat down on the bed and stared around the room. She missed her cabin on The Black Pearl something awful. This is definitely not anywhere near the beauty that The Pearl is. She missed the rum. I should have brought a bottle in here. And most of all, she missed him. The way he smelled of rum and the sea…the way he tasted…STOP IT! Stop thinking of this, I love Will, not Jack. I don't even lust after Jack. She pulled out her compass. It still pointed in the direction of the island. She shook it and grimaced. This bloody thing is definitely broken. This is going to be a long night, she thought, but surprisingly sleep came as soon as her head hit the pillow.

"Elizabeth?" Jack asked, stepping closer to her.

"Yes, Jack?" She asked, standing her ground, but not moving closer.

"We 'ave a lot to talk about when you find me, don't we?"

She stared at her boots. "Yes."

Evidently, this dream was the last dream she dreamt, because she awoke to sunlight, shining in the window directly on her face. Wincing, she stretched her sore muscles and climbed out of bed, getting dressed.

Soon, she headed to the helm, to find Gibbs manning the post. "Where's Captain Barbossa?"

"He be in the galley, Miss Swann, having breakfast with Turner and Anamaria."

"Anamaria? I thought she went back to Tortuga?"

"We stopped at Tortuga while ye were sleeping and picked her up. We could use her skills with a sword in case we meet up with Beckett."

"Ah…" She murmured. "Well…I must go and get some breakfast as well. Thanks, Mr. Gibbs."

"A pleasure, Miss Swann, a pleasure." He murmured.

She quickly headed down to the galley and noted that the rest of the crew had already eaten and gone, leaving Barbossa, Will, and Anamaria seated at the table.

"Look who finally decided to join us!" Barbossa said in an amused voice.

"Elizabeth! It's good to see you awake." Will murmured.

Ana nodded and smiled slightly and Elizabeth returned the smile.

"How much longer until we reach the island?"

"Well…I believe it's about nine at the moment so we should be reaching the island at oh…sunset more'n likely." Barbossa replied.

"Sunset? But, can't we go any faster?"

"This is not The Black Pearl, missy. She doesn't move as fast. We're going as fast as she can."

She sighed and sat down.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say ye had feelings for Captain Sparrow, Miss Swann." Ana murmured.

"That's what I was thinking." Barbossa muttered.

Will just stared at Elizabeth who was becoming annoyed.

"I do not have feelings for that wretched pirate."

"Then why are ye so worried about gettin' him back?"

"She has her reasons." Will cut in feeling sorry for Elizabeth having to go through this.

"Yes indeed." Barbossa muttered, deciding it was best to change the subject by the look on Miss Swan's face for fear of getting slapped.