A.N/ don't own anything beside the plot.

Summary Post AWE Au. Three years since the defeat of the East India Trading Company. Captain Will Turner of the Flying Dutchmen is once again dragged into war.

Chapter 3

"Ah god dame it woman are you trying dig out my shoulder blade as well as the musket ball" I grunted in pain as Elizabeth dug around in the wound to find the bullet.

"Well unless you want the wound to become infected. So stop squirming" She growled back at me. What was she trying to dig for gold or something?

I grunted in pain again as she pulled the musket ball from my shoulder and poured the rum over the wound. With the wound stitched and bandaged she kissed the back of my neck. I turned to face her.

"Will "Was she said before I kissed her for the first time in three years. Our tongues battling for control. I got to my feet and backed her up against the cabin wall. I pulled away at the sound of thunder clapping and lighting crackling thought the sky.

The crew would be too busy with the storm to come into my cabin plus I had locked the cabin door not long after Elizabeth had come into my cabin. She ran her hands over my board shoulders. All thoughts about the crew forgotten.

Elizabeth had been digging out the bullet from his shoulder one moment then the next he had her backed up against the cabin wall. His strained erection could easily be felt against her stomach. It seemed in the last three years his manhood had grown larger.

She ran her hands along his broad shoulders being careful of his wounded shoulder. She traced the whip marks on his back. Elizabeth had never asked about the scar on his neck that looked like it had come from a noose.

My bandanna was the first thing to hit the floor. My shirt was draped over the chair at my desk. I kicked off my boots the landed with a thud. I pulled my lips away from hers and kissed my way down her neck.

Her breath was hitched in her throat. In the last three years his muscle had gotten bigger. She caught sight of the tattoo on her husband's upper arm on his right arm. It was a torn Jolly Rodger with a skull and two swords either side, a rose was wrapped around the the skull and the swords. Something was writing in Spanish under the Jolly Rodger.

I felt her run her hands down my back. New scars riddled my body in the last three years. What had been left of the skin on my back from the Portuguese boson had scared. Elizabeth must have seen my tattoo on my right arm. She said nothing about it.

My hands ran under neither her shirt. No doubt she could feel my hardened manhood bulging through my breeches. I grunted through clinched teeth as she merciless rubbed her hand against my strained erection.

I pulled my dagger from its scabbard she looked me in the eyes with a slight fear. Her shirt was cut right down the front. Was it me or had her breast gotten larger since the last time I had seen her. What I thought to be scars where on either side of her stomach.

I looked at her confused as I ran my hand over the scars on her left side.

"Those scars or rather stretch marks are from having Liam" Elizabeth said looking me in the eyes as my eyes widened. That one day we had spent together I had conceived a child with her. I had so many questions running through my head.

There was time for questions later. I kissed my way down her neck. I found the new weak spots on her neck. I back her towards my bunk. I had changed the sheets on the bed after Phillip had been shown to his own cabin.

I kissed my way down her neck again this time going further down. Kissing my way down her stomach. My fully grown beard scratching against her skin. I heard her suck in a breath as I kissed my way back up her breasts.

I took a nipple into my mouth I lightly nipped at it. I chuckled to myself as her nails dug into my back. I moved onto the next one. Once it had hardened like the other one. I kissed her our tongues once again battling for control.

Elizabeth lay there almost powerless how he had such an effect on her body she would never know. Maybe it was because of his immortality she didn't know. What was strange was she could feel and hear his heart beating in his chest. Was it a figure of her imagination she would never know nor did she care.

I kissed my way down her body stopping at her trousers I looked up at her silently asking her permission. I pulled them down past her hips she kicked them down the rest of the way. Her hips where wider due to carrying Liam for those nine months.

I leaned forward and kissed her with so much more passion it was more than passion. It was love that was deeper than what I had felt for her four or five years ago even three years ago. As they say absent makes the heart grow founder. I didn't know if the saying was true. But another saying came to mind if a love is strong enough it can survive anything even death its self.

She looked pointing down at my trouser the only bit of clothing left. I stood up and removed them. Her eyes wondered over my body.

Elizabeth looked over her husband's body. He was what they called a Greek hero in the stories she had read when she was younger. Remove the scars and pirate life style he was still the same sweet caring blacksmith she had first fallen in love with.

But the man that Will had become was the man that could make her blood boil with desire for him and only him. There was much that Elizabeth regretted doing was hurting Will when she had kissed Jack to trick him into shackling him to the mast and not telling the man that she loved.

She knew that even after Will had forgiven her he was still so what hurt at the fact that she thought she could not trust him enough to tell him the truth. But he had found out from Jack who it had been that had left Jack to the Kraken.

None of that mattered now it was in the past. I knew she still felt a little guilty for lying to me about leaving Jack to the Kraken but I had hurt her as well believing that she was in love with Jack. I didn't know what the bloody hell I had been thinking back then. Not only that but the whole deal with Sao Fang and then Becket and Jones and the whole issue with releasing my father from the Dutchmen.

The naïve blacksmith she had fallen in love with was gone. I was no longer that man. Though some things remained of that man where left. I didn't fear death. I didn't look at the world in the same way I had four or five years ago.

I could sometimes be cold hearted towards people my time on the Dutchmen was cause of that. I was hardly the man I was three years ago.

Pulling myself from my thoughts by her digging her nails into my back telling me that I was making her impatient. I pushed myself into her. I trusted in and out of her at a slow pace first then deeper. Her nails still digging into my back. Hard enough that it cut the skin and was bleeding not that I cared.

I could feel my release creeping up on me. The sound of the rain pelting the deck of the Dutchmen and the thunder and lightning drowned out the sounds coming from my cabin. I pushed myself up on to a forty five degree angle.

Her release had coming down on her like a forty foot wave. I could only last so long. My arms gave out on me. I collapsed on top of her I pushed myself up far enough so that I was crushing her. My release followed soon after.

We both fell asleep soon after. I woke at the sound thunder clapping in the distance. The storm must have past. I kissed the top of her head before getting to me feet. I pulled on my trousers and boots before finding me shirt where I had left it and my bandana.

I walked on to the deck. There was some damage to one of the sails. One of the crew had a broken leg after throw from the top of the mast and landing on deck. I walked up to the helm where my father was at the wheel. The Empress was behind the Dutchmen.

"Does she know that Calypso released you form the curse. " My father asked as I leaned against the railing of the helm.

"No I haven't told her yet. But no doubt she would have figured out when she could feel or hear my heart beating" I said turning to look out at the horizon.

"Have you seen any of our gustiest" I asked after about ten minutes have been staring out at the ocean.

"Your cousins are their cabins as for Luke he's in cargo hold drowning his sorrows or rather anger in rum" My father said handing the wheel over to Evans.

I nodded and walked down on to the deck and headed below decks. I found the rum hold quite easy I knew the path to rum hold like the back of my hand.

From the looks of it Luke was on fourth or fifth rum bottle. He was going to be paying for it badly tomorrow or if not earlier.

"Luke you might want to slow down on the rum" I said Luke was drunk as anything swayed to and throe to look in my direction.

"You don't get to tell me what the bloody hell to do brother" he said his words slurred. I sighed and moved forward and quickly grabbed the half empty bottle of rum from him. I placed on the table next to the four other empty bottles of rum.

"I'm only trying to look out for you" I said it was no use he was so drunk that he wouldn't even remember the bloody conversation anyway.

"Look out for me. I haven't seen you in over ten years and all you can say I'm trying to look out for you Luke" He said somewhat sobering up quicker than I had expected.

"You think my life has been a bloody walk in park Luke then you know a dame thing about me or what I've been through" I snarled at him. His expression also hardened like mine.

"Where were you when I needed you must you just abandoned me like father did" Luke said stumbling forward and trying to hit me.

He fell over his own feet. He was out cold from hitting his head on floor. I grunted as I lifted him over my shoulder. I walked up the stairs from the rum and ship hold. I kicked open his door before dumping him on the bed.

I shut the door and walked back up on to the deck. It wasn't going to be easy to mend the burnt bridges between me and Luke not only that but him and my father as well

AN Thanks to Smith who gave me the ideas for this chapter.