This is a half Will, half Elizabeth chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Will or Elizabeth. I only own Marie and her past knowledge of Jack Sparrow, (but not Jack himself).

I found this chapter very cool to write. I love writing sad chapters, I don't know why. Also the meeting of Marie and Will was fun to write. I find Will's speech he gives to the souls very sad.

CHAPTER 1

An Unforgotten Love

Three Years later...

Will Turner sat on the railing. The familiar sound of footsteps echoed across the ship.

"Hello." He turned around and faced the souls who he would ferry next. "My name is Will. I'll be your captain on this journey. I will not break this to you vaguely because I believe you should not be ignorant to this fact... You have passed on. Make yourselves at home on this ship as I ferry your resting place. I will be here if you need someone to talk to." Will walked away and stood at the rail. He had made that speech day after day for the past three years. He knew it by heart.

"These should be some of the last of whom Jones neglected." his father, "Bootstrap" informed him.

"Ha! We got done in three years what Davy could not in hundreds!" Will laughed.

"It's not that he couldn't get it done, son, it's that he wouldn't." "Bootstrap" explained then walked away.

His father just took him too seriously at times. He always found a way to laugh at something, but his father took it to heart too much; which Will usually had a problem with.

"Will...Captain Will Turner, I presume." a voice said. Will immediately turned around.

It was a young girl, maybe around Will's age, that had addressed him. He leaned back against the rail. "And how do you know my name?"

"Well, obviously, I know you're the captain and your name is Will... It's not that hard to figure out you're a Turner." she laughed.

"And why is that?" he asked, trying to sound serious.

" 'Bootstrap' just called you 'son.' 'Bootstrap' Turner."

"Ah, so you were eavesdropping. How do you know 'Bootstrap' Bill?"

"From the man who is the reason I'm here... Jack Sparrow." Will looked up shocked as she said this. "Oh, you know him?"

"He's also the reason I'm here. But you tell me why first."

"The name's Marie. I knew Jack after he was mutineered upon. He told me the story, that's how I know about "Bootstrap.' Jack went to Singapore to negotiate with Sao Feng. It turned into aggressive negotiations and, well, I was caught in the crossfire... But he never came to me, asked me if I was alright. I don't think Jack Sparrow even knew or cared that I died. I was just a pawn... Though, to this day, I have not figured out why Sao and Jack hate each other so much..."

"Who doesn't hate Jack?" Will chuckled. "Only Barbossa knows and I doubt he'll tell us..."

"You know him, too?" Marie looked at him incredously.

"Aye. He actually married me and my wife."

Now Marie just stared at him weirdly. She leaned against the rail. "Wow. You lead a positively complicated life. You're the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and you were married by a greedy, mutinous pirate!"

"I had no other choice! We were in the middle of a chaotic battle and I thought those might be our last moments!"

Marie smiled. "Good choice, though. I'd always wanted a marriage on the deck of a ship. I was just born to be a pirate... Which reminds me, what's the reason you're here?"

Will told her of the battle, how he's almost died, and how Jack made him stab the heart. Marie was impressed. She looked over the rail. "Well, good luck to you..." she said as she spotted their destination. "May your life be so much better than mine!" she called as she walked off the ship and to utopia...

Ferrying souls like this always left Will empty and alone. Everytime, one of them would come and talk to him. Marie was just another to go off and leave him lonely again. No doubt he felt happy about ferrying them, but he needed someone. His only friends were his father, obviously, and Calypso. Who, in the form of Tia Dalma, would come talk to him and check up on him. But the thought of Elizabeth kept him going, knowing he would see her soon. Seven, almost six, years now until that. He wondered what she was doing...

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"Mother, tell me a story!" the beaming four-year-old begged his mom.

"And what story shall I tell?" Elizabeth teased him, sitting on his bed.

"The one where Captain Will meets Elizabeth Swann!"

"This Elizabeth sounds strangely familiar..." She tickled her son mercilessly. Laughter could be heard through the whole house.

"It's you!" he blurted out as his mother spun him around. "Tell me the story of how you and father met!"

She laid him down and tucked him in bed. "Well, once there was this Elizabeth Swann..."

An hour later, Elizabeth found herself running out to the beach. She would not let him hear her cry. He had fallen asleep already and she would not wake him just because the story she told broke her heart. She ran across the beach to the water's edge, letting it run across her bare feet. Oh, how she wished she could go out on that sea again. It was in her blood. Well, actually, techinically... But it was in the very escense of her. Her husband was out there. And even though she hated him at the moment, she yearned for Jack to interfere in their lives once again. Just so she could be out there. Just so she could feel the sway of a ship again, close her eyes to the stinging sea spray, go sailing off to the horizon and never come back. Just to experience freedom... The word meant everything to her now.

She walked back up the beach. Mechanically stepping forward, away from what she loved most... Somehow, she had this feeling the stories she told weren't real. As if there'd never been a Will Turner. As if... No! She pushed the thought away. She had memories, and the memories were real enough. She knew Will was real. She knew he'd come back. The nagging feeling went away. She vowed that, whatever happened, she'd believe in him.

"I have faith in you..." she whispered on the wind. Never to reach the ears of Captain Will Turner.

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It was an unforgotten love. A love that would never diminish. A love that ripped his heart in two...well, figuratively. She kept his heart, both emotionally and literally, which almost drove him mad. It drove him mad that there were still almost six years left 'til he saw her. He'd dream about her, imagine her face, think about their reunion, and even hallucinate about her presence aboard the ship. He knew it wasn't real, couldn't be, wouldn't be, atleast for six more years. He hated the pity the crew and his father gave him. Pity only reminded him of Elizabeth, which he couldn't take. He was going insane! Love was driving him mad! This unforgotten love was driving him mad. At times he just wanted to forget about Elizabeth. At times he wished his heart gave him emotions. That way, at this time, he wouldn't have any. But he did. He had emotions. And he would deal with the force of them every day. He hated Jack for what he'd done. He partly thanked him for saving his life. But half of him thought it would have been better to die than endure this pain...

He looked in the mirror. He was tired. Utterly, completely tired. That much was obvious. He sleepless nights were catching up on him. His hair had long since escaped his bandana. He really did look like a pirate. A few rotted teeth added to this look. He was disgusted and cringed at his appearance.

"For someone who hates pirates so much, your well on your way to becoming one. You sprung a man from jail, commadeered a Navy ship, sailed with a buccaneer crew from Tortuga, and you're completely obsessed with treasure..."

This memory popped into his mind as he looked at his reflection. So, a pirate he was. "But not all treasure is silver and gold..." he said to himself as he made another useless attempt at sleep.

Oh great. Elizabeth's already forgetting and now Will is becoming a Davy Jones mini-me!

I am sooo suprised this chapter came out this good... I wrote it at 3 in the morning. You better be thankful for this chapter...I stayed up all night writing it!! So is it good, or is it good?