Hi! This is my first Pirates fic. It's my version of AWE. Be warned: I have a tendency to make everything I write somewhat emo. Also, THIS IS WILLABETH. Sparrabeth lovers suck.

Disclaimer: If I did, all Sparrabeth supporters would be banished to Siberia. In the middle of nowhere. Where there is no cell reception. That is how much I dislike them.

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Will stood up shakily as the crew filed out of Tia Dalma's small, overcrowded hut. His hands trembled at his knees.

"We'd best hurry! The dead don't like to wait," Barbossa said with a smirk. Will's eyes flicked to the deceased ex-captain. Apparantly, he knew the way to World's End. Not that Will particularly wanted to find Jack. He was better off dead, in his opinion. But, it was what Elizabeth wanted, so Will was willing, though he would never understand how she could love a man like Jack.

Will's wide, brown eyes flicked to his fiancee. She was still staring at the floor, a far-away look in her haunted, chocolate eyes. Will walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder lightly.

"We have to go," he said shortly, trying to keep his voice cool and emotionless. He strode away without another word, keeping his eyes down. He knew that if he met Tia Dalma's gaze, she would instantly know of his inner turmoil.

Will sat in one of the boats containing Pintel, Ragetti, and Mr. Gibbs. The were all looking away from each other. Mr. Gibbs looked up in a moment.

"Y'alright, Will?" He asked.

"...As well as I can be," Will answered apathetically. Mr. Gibbs sighed heavily.

"Will?"

He turned to see Elizabeth climbing into the boat, sitting next to him. She looked concerned.

A nice act, if nothing else.

"Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked. Will didn't answer.

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"Well, well, well. If it isn't Jack Sparrow," Davy Jones laughed, saltwater spraying everywhere from the shaking of his very much alive, tentacled beard.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected. Jones seemed to consider this for a moment before booming with laughter once more.

"There's only one Captain you need to be worryin' about, Jack. And that's me."

The crew laughed drunkenly at this, barnacles flying from their bodies as they shook with various chortles.

Jack flicked a crab from his shoulder, sighing.

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"Will?" Elizabeth asked again, trying to catch her fiancee's eye. He turned away, seemingly lost in thought. It took all the self-control she possessed to stop the tears from flowing. What did it mean when Will, her one true love, wouldn't even look at her?

A small sob escaped her, despite her hindrances. The only explanation she could think of was that he had assumed that she had convinced Jack to stay on the Black Pearl.

He's more right than he knows... she thought morosely. True, she felt guilty for killing Jack, but it was nothing compared to the waves after waves of remorse she felt for betraying Will in doing so.

It was the only way to save Will.

Just as this thought was passing through her head, the object of her thoughts turned around in the small, crowded canoe. He gave her an unfathomable look, though Elizabeth would have to be a fool not to see the sadness in his downcast, mahagony eyes.

"Are you okay?" She repeated, giving Will's arm a gentle squeeze for reassurance. Elizabeth flinched interally at the obvious distress in her voice.

"I'm okay," Will replied, his features forming into a smile that was clearly meant to be comforting, yet Elizabeth knew it was fake. She had memorized his smiles, each one unique. And this was not one of them. There was also an edge to his voice, so faint she wasn't quite sure it was there. It seemed his reply had been laced with mocking, sarcasm, and hurt.

Elizabeth put her head down and tried very hard not to think.

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There you go! Please read and review; I was really nervous in posting this. Also, if you're just a Sparrabeth supporter who's here to flame, don't bother. It won't affect me and I'll keep writing this story, as long not all my reviews (If I get any!) say my fic sucked.

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