Present Day

Port Royal

Jail

"How are going to find him?" Elizabeth asked Will wrapping her thin fingers around the iron bars. She tried to keep the longing from her voice.

Will hadn't seemed to notice as he wrapped his own hands around hers. "Tortuga. I'll start there, and not stop searching until I do… and then I will come back here, and marry you."

Elizabeth swallowed almost dreading the day he did come back to marry her. What's wrong with you? She asked herself for the umpteenth time. She did not respond with words as she stepped up against the bars and looked at him with flirtatious eyes.

"If you'll still have me." Will added.

Setting a teasing smile across her pouting lips, Elizabeth cupped the side of his handsome face and let her fingers slid along his jawline and said, "If it weren't for these bars… I would have you already."

Will's eyes jumped from her fingers to her face surprised by her forwardness. But he'd be a lying man if he said, he didn't like it. Trying to meet her boldness, Will brought her fingers to his lips and gently kissed them.

"Will you wait for me?" He heard himself ask.

He needed to hear it. Despite her distant behaviour, Will loved her with his entire heart. He hated himself for questioning her loyalty and love towards him but he needed to hear it.

Elizabeth held her hand against his face, running the pad of her thumb over his cheekbone. "I'll wait for you." She told feeling a pang of guilt. You love Will. You love Will. You love Will.

With a smile of relief, Will took a moment to memorize the light brown flakes of her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, "Not much choice, is there?" He eyed the bars she was locked behind.

Sharing his smile, Elizabeth gave an amused shrug.

"Keep a weather eye on the horizon." And with that said, Will turned away and left Elizabeth alone in the dank jail cell.

You have to love him. Elizabeth ordered herself. You can't think about Ja—Him. You have to love Will. You have to make it work with Will. Will.

Two Days Later

Jail

The splash of the steady drip from the two-day rainstorm hit against the stone walls which was impossible to ignore. Elizabeth sat against the iron bars staring at the small hole of the dimming sunlight, signalling the end of the day. She took a deep breath wondering where Will was at that very moment and if he had made it to Tortuga.

With that wonderment, Elizabeth's mind began to transcend into further thoughts of the pirates she's had met on her last adventure. She even began to wonder the whereabouts of the zany Pintel and Ragetti. Would she ever see those wobbly-legged, rum soaked pirates again?

Elizabeth closed her eyes envisioning the Black Pearl in her heist across the ocean, towards the horizon. At her helm was Captain Jack Sparrow. He stood tall with a seasoned pirates confidence with one hand on the helm and on the other on his hip. His tanned skin was bathed in the colours of the sunset of reds, yellows, and blues. No! Stop it this instant Elizabeth Swann! Elizabeth shook herself from her wandering thoughts.

As if the universe had heard the small voice in the back of her mind, the jail door swung open. Elizabeth jumped to her feet to see her father enter the jail corridor with a ring of keys in his hand. "Come quickly!" He said opening the jail door.

"What's happening?" Elizabeth asked following her father's instructions and raced out of the jail.

"Our name still holds some sway with the King. I've arranged passage for you back to England. The Captain is an old friend—"

"No. Will has gone—"

Swann shook his head, holding his hands around Elizabeth's shoulders, "We cannot count on William Turner." Before Elizabeth can counter argue him, Swann drew out a pistol from his waist-belt. "Beckett has offered only one pardon. One. And it has been promised to Sparrow. Even if Will succeeds… Do not ask me to endure the sight of losing my daughter walking to the gallows. Do not!"

Swann proceeded to push her into the carriage then looked at the driver.

"Yet," Elizabeth began, "you ask me to leave without you."

"I must stay. There are still men loyal to me here, and Beckett is wary of my ties to the Crown. Perhaps… I can ensure Will a fair trial if he returns."

"A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging," Elizabeth said.

"Then there is nothing for you here." Swann closed the carriage door and nodded to the driver.

Swann went to the tell the driver to head off when he realized the driver was killed.

"Evening, Governor," Mister Mercer appeared from the darkness holding a letter in his bloody hand. "Shame, that." He nodded towards the dead body. "He had this on his person. A letter to the King… addressed from you." Mockingly, Mercer shook his head.

"Elizabeth!" Swann went back to the carriage with terror just as Mercer's men flooded around the carriage aiming their rifles. Swann opened the carriage door but there was no one inside. Thank God. Swann sighed with relief.

East India Trading Company Office

Beckett stood nearest to a dim-lit lamp reading a letter when he sensed another presence in the room with him. He turned his eyes downward noticing the lid of his letter case was empty.

"No doubt, you've discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm, as your father believes."

Stepping from the shadows, Elizabeth hid the pistol behind her back. "Then what is?"

"Currency is the currency of the realm." Beckett turned with a smug smile on his face.

"I expect, then, we can reach an understanding. I am here to negotiate." Elizabeth began.

Beckett's smile grew quite interested in what the Governor's daughter just had to say. "I'm listening." Elizabeth drew the pistol from behind her back and aimed between Beckett's eyes, ready to fire without hesitation. "I'm listening intently."

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