Title: Scars, Tears and A Bottle Of Rum.
Author: Katie Louise Garner.
Fandom: Pirates Of The Caribbean.
Pairing: Elizabeth/Barbossa, Jack/Will, Elizabeth/Will. (implied Liz/Jack, Liz/Norrington, Barbossa/Jack, Barbossa/Will, Barbossa/OCs )
Rating: R to NC-17 atm. Chapter 3 will be NC-17.
Warnings: Implied sex. Implied slash. Chapter 3 will have smut.
Summary: Elizabeth comes to Barbossa for help with her troubles with Will and Jack. Barbossa has always loved her, and so she finds herself in a different situation and she can't decide whether it's really what she wants.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Disney.
Notes: Please leave me feedback on this? I've been spending quite a bit of time on the second and third chapter today and I'm not posting the third till i get some good ol' feedback ;) It's deeply appreciated.

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Chapter 1

"I knew there was something between them as soon as I saw them together..."

Barbossa lifted his head from the map he was studying. Elizabeth sat in front of him, eyes kept still on the fireplace. No flicker of emotion crossed her features, yet in the candlelight tears could be seen, silver glimmers staining her cheeks, ruining the cotton shirt and breeches she had on that had just recently replaced the beautiful rose dresses she was used to wearing, that laced in the middle. Her lips twitched, her brown eyes usually filled with spark and life now just a dim puddle of guilt and loss. Curiously he watched her, he watched her breasts rise and fall with each shuddering breathe. He watched her to the point where he wasn't even sure she'd spoke; until her eyes flicked over to his face in an instant.

"You know, he doesn't even speak to me anymore. You've noticed that right? All he can do is glare and... look at me like I'm some kind of imcompetent.. pirate. He looks at me like... like I've destroyed the last existing piece of soul and love he had left in his body..."

Another single tear dripped down over the curve of her cheek bone, splashing against the wooden table. Barbossa sat still eyes fixed on her, not sure what to say. Or how to react.

"Sweet'eart, what the 'ell are ye talking about?"

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him from under dark lashes, a mix of curiosity and confusion spread over his features, mouth slightly ajar. Cautiously he felt himself inching over to the chair next to Elizabeth. She sat silently, not taking her eyes off him. Gently, he laid a hand on the flat of her back, between her shoulders. The warmth of her skin radiating onto his cold, weathered hands.

"You really have no idea... do you?" She whispered, finally pulling away from the deadly glare she had kept on him for the last five minutes. He leant forward trying to make eye contact with her once again. This time there was no anger in her eyes, just the same dull sadness from before. She struggled to look at him, tried hopelessly to heave her head to the side, each time only stopped by the strong hands of Barbossa. He placed his hands on either side of her face, his skin rough against her cheeks, filthy against her flawless complexion. He held her head steady as she wrestled his hands, trying in vain to get away.
"Look at me missy. I have no idea, no. I am but a man, a pirate at that. Therefore I can not even contemplate what is going on in a women's head. Especially not a women of your intelligence and beauty. Now, if you really want me to 'elp why don't ya tell me what's going on it that pretty little head of yours?"

After a few minutes, finally her eyes met his. Droplets of salty tears clung to her eyelashes, face damp, tiny strands of hair sticking to her forehead. She sighed heavily, Barbossa felt the warm air hit his lips. He let his hands drop, held Elizabeth's hand softly between them.
"Will..."

He lowered his eyes, avoided her eye line for a moment. Will. That name on her lips suddenly felt like the most wrong thing in the world for Barbossa. Felt like a weight had been dropped in his gut. Will. The man she was engaged to. The man she was expected to marry sometime or another. The man that didn't deserve her.
"He... he was in love."

Barbossa dragged his eyes to hers again, trying to hide the disappointment, the hate. He squeezed her hand in his, moved even closer.

"Of course he was in love. Who wouldn't be in love with you?"
She smirked and turned away again, shaking her head.

"Are you blind!?! Not in love with me!"
Desperately Barbossa searched his mind for who Will could possibly be in love with. A blacksmith, a pirate, which other girl could Will possibly know that he would put over Elizabeth. Silence filled the room as Barbossa sat head down thinking. Elizabeth watched him, frowning, lips almost at a snarl.

"Oh, for god sake. With Jack! Jack... he was in love with Jack..."