A/N: WOW! Thanks so much for all the positive reviews! Yes, calling me evil is positive in my mind. Haha. So I guess here's the next chapter, PLEASE REVIEW! OH! And tell me what Story you want to be updated, this or Hold On. And it seems I will be working alone on both, my friend has never tried her hand at Pirates fanfiction, but it's fine, you just might have to wait a bit longer.

.::.Chapter 4.::.

Will had been about to take Alese as his wife, when he, as well as the others, heard the clashing of blades outside. Giving her a very apologetic look, he had rushed down the aisle to the doors, his hand on his weapon as he swung them open.

However, right before he was about to unsheathe it, he froze. There, holding her sword's tip to Jack's throat, was a woman who he thought was dead. A woman he had loved. A woman he still loved.

He was cautious with his next moves. Keeping his hand on his sword, Will slowly walked about the scene in front of him. As he walked around the blonde and reached Jack, he turned back around to face the woman.

As Jack had done, he opened his mouth to say something, anything. But his mind couldn't form the words. In order to say something, one must understand the situation that was unfolding, which he did not. Elizabeth died one year ago. Ergo, this could not be her.

"Little help here, mate," Jack voiced, his eyes darting to Will.

Ignoring him, Will again tried to form a coherent sentence. Finally, he was able to find one. Cautiously, he narrowed his eyes confusedly. "Who are you?"

Elizabeth, her grip on her sword never faltering, stared into his dark brown eyes. "I think we both know perfectly well who I am."

As Jack tried to slip away from the tip, Elizabeth whipped her head towards him, glaring disgustedly as she retracted her weapon.

"Elizabeth? How...What...But you...What are you doing here?" Will couldn't think of where to start. How had she survived the crash of the boat? No one had seen her on the island. Had he just had too much to drink? He saw a look of disappointment and hurt cross her face for a split second before her expression changed to one of indifference. "It's not like I'm not glad to see you," he quickly added, "it's just..." he trailed off, not knowing how to tell her.

As if on cue, Alese came out through the doors and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his left one. "What's going on, mi Amor?" she asked curiously, looking at Elizabeth's sword as well as Jack's on the ground.

Will looked down at the dark-haired beauty. "Nothing, just a meeting with an old friend." He raised his eyes to once again look at Elizabeth. She was skinnier than she had been a year ago. No doubt because she'd had to rely on physical labor to get food. Her naturally golden-brown hair had been kissed noticeably by the sun; it had turned quite blonde, however, it did have her old color present as well. Guiltily, he realized he was trying to get a look at her eyes again, but her head was tilted to the floor.

That's when it hit him.

"You knew." It was a statement, not a question. As Elizabeth looked up, Will knew he hadn't been mistaken. There was that distinct gleam of sadness and guilt in her eyes, the guilt being that she had been caught, no doubt.

She shrugged innocently. "I might have."

Alese gazed at the stranger with caution. Whoever this woman was, she knew Will, who, funnily enough, had never mentioned her. She gazed up at the man who should have been her husband now. "Will," she said in a sweet voice, her Spanish accent prominent, "can we get back to the wedding? Por favor?"

Will looked between the women. He could sense the stiffness in Alese's voice as she spoke. He turned to her, taking her small hands in his larger, rougher ones. He paused before he opened his mouth to speak.

"You want to postpone the wedding, si?" the Puerto Rican sighed, smiling sadly at Will.

Will nodded at her. "You'll understand in time," he assured her. He then looked up at Elizabeth, who he momentarily forgot was there.

"Elizabeth, this is my fiancé, Alese. Alese, this is my...old friend Elizabeth."

Alese scrutinized the girl. "Hello, Elizabeth, nice to meet you," she said as she held out her hand, which the blonde shook.

"Nice to meet you too," she said with as much friendliness as she could muster. On the contrary, Elizabeth was not at all pleased to be shaking the hand of Will's fiancé. He had been her Will.

Will turned to face Jack, who was watching the scene with great interest. "So, Captain, when do we set sail?"

The perpetually drunken man pondered this question. He was content to stay another day, until he saw Scarlett and her friend Giselle walking towards the doors leading to him. He quickly spun around. "Now! We make sail now! Weigh anchor, all hands!"

As the crew scrambled out of the building to get to the ship, Elizabeth smiled innocently at Jack. "Would those orders happen to apply to a long-lost crewmember as well?"

Jack raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the thin woman before him. "Lass, you just tried to kill me. Why the bloody hell should I let you sail with me?"

Elizabeth was in a situation. Jack had a very good point, and she knew it. And she knew that he knew that she knew it. Knowing Jack, there was only one way to convince him. Flattery.

"Because your such a kind and honorable man who surely understands that I was in an irrational state at the time of said offence," she spoke as she slowly walked towards him.

Jack, slightly taller than Elizabeth, looked down at her with a confused expression. "Huh?"

Miss Swann tried hard not to let annoyance show on her face as well as in her voice. "I wasn't really going to kill you. Just. uh-"

"Threaten me until you got past and into the wedding to therefore stop Young William from marrying his new bonnie-lass therefore severing a possible alliance of mine to Puerto Rico?"

Elizabeth laughed nervously. "Something like that."

"Welcome aboard, Miss Swann."