A/N: Hey! Since this seems to be my most popular story, I'm going to update it more frequently! Thanks so much for all your reviews, they mean the world, and , if you have anything YOU want to see happen or that you suggest SHOULD happen, I will definitely take it into consideration and try my best to incorporate it in the story!

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Elizabeth was sitting on the crow's nest, watching the sunrise with a blank, yet giddy, face. Annabelle climbed up and waved a hand in front of her to get her attention.

"We're sisters, now, too, you know. Jack's spoken highly of you."

"Well, that's kind of him."

"That man… who was here before. William. The Captain of the Flying Dutchman. He's your husband?"

"Was. He was my husband, Jack nullified my marriage to him."'

"I see. And is he aware of that?"

"No. Not yet, anyway."

"Oh. And you do know that once he finds out, my brother will be ruthlessly murdered and you'll have yourself to blame."

"Why are you here, Anna? To make me feel horrible?"

"No… to tell you that Jack can't always escape. I know everything. I know about the Kraken, the mast, the kiss, World's End…Calypso… the war. Everything, Pintel told me."

"And?"

"And if he couldn't escape the wrath of a lass like you, what makes you think he can beat Mr. Turner? Who is immortal and cannot die?"

"I'm hoping we'll only have to tell him once we reach the Fountain. It's the only way for things to work out. We're just waiting for the opportune moment."

"My, my. You sound just like him, you know. The more I get to know you, the more of a pirate I see in you."

"Thank you."

"I know who you are, Elizabeth. Everyone does. There's a price on your head as there is on us all. You are one of the most wanted pirates there are, along with myself and Jack and the Brethren Court. But what, I wonder, caused a high class girl from Port Royal to turn pirate. That still baffles me."

"You know how Jack saved me… when I almost drowned?" she said, thinking of all the times he had been the reason for her being here today.

"Well, ever since then, no… before then I was in love with him. I read all of his stories and would wish every night that he would come and rescue me from my boring and uneventful life until someday he did."

"That's charming! Well, just came to get to know you. I'll keep watch in case the hus- I mean ex-husband should pop up from the sea."

"Anna… would you stay? I miss having someone… well, another woman to talk to. You must know how it is… being on a ship full of men all the time…"

"I sure do. Tell you what. We'll make a habit of it."

"I do believe we have a deal."

"Accord. Pirates say accord, Lizzie."

"Oh. I do believe we have an accord, then."

"Aye, we do."

A few days passed as they continued to look for Elizabeth's ship and finally, they came upon it. It was sailing slowly, in the direction of the Fountain of Youth and Elizabeth called for the crew to prepare to attack and board.

"Listen… Will's heart is on that ship. I may not… feel for him as I did before but I care about him and we will treat his life with respect. We've got to search the ship for the heart and the charts. I've hidden it in my quarters, first room on the right, below deck, in a drawer hidden behind my dresser. Oh and gentlemen, we will give no quarter. Just save the bloody mutinous bastard, Jonathon, for me to deal with and the rest, feel free to take out your anger. Anything to add, Jack?"

"Nope, that about covers it, Luv."

"Hoist the colors, then."

"Come on, now! You heard Captain Sw… Sparrow. Hoist the colors." he ordered proudly.

Meanwhile, Jonathon was on his, well- Elizabeth's ship- looking to see the black sails of an approaching ship. The Empress may have been beautiful but it was certainly not a battle ship. They flew the white flag and Jack, Elizabeth, Barbossa, and Anna along with other members of the crew boarded the ship. Jonathon nearly fell backwards as he saw his former Captain looking him with a deathly stare. Oh if looks could kill, Elizabeth thought. Well, at least pistols can, she thought as she pulled out her pistol and aimed at Jonathon.

"If you even think about ordering these miscreants to attack, you will be very sorry. Now listen to me and listen to me good. I need the che…"

"How… did you get off of that island… it was so far away… I… we thought for sure you were dead."

"Sorry to disappoint. But this time, we'll be much more careful. As I said- I need a chest. And the charts."

"Alright. Where would this chest be?"

"Oh no you don't. Take them to the brig and then we'll negotiate."

Jonathon took his crew to the brig and Gibbs made sure that the cells were locked properly. Jack put Jonathon in irons while Elizabeth went to go find the chest. Jack was relieved when she emerged from below the deck with a small, black chest from which the thump-thump could be heard. Her smile faded as she saw Jonathon again. Giving the chest to Anna, who held it securely knowing all too well of its contents, Elizabeth looked her ex-first mate in the eye.

"Where are the charts, Jonathon?"

"As if I'll tell you! That information is the only thing standing between you and the pulling of that trigger."

"This is my ship and I need the charts. Now."

"Give me one good reason, Captain Swann."

All of a sudden, Jack decided to work his magic. He pushed Elizabeth out of the way, gently of course, and grinned at Jonathon with rage in his eyes.

"First of all, it's Captain Sparrow, now, mind ye. Secondly, you'll give us the charts or… we blow up your ship."

"Sparrow? You married him? Wonders never cease. What happened to 'it's her ship?' She'll never let you."

"Oh, I think she'll find it in her heart to forgive me. Make your choices wisely, for they may be your last."

"Fine! But I can keep the ship. Those are my terms."

Jack eyed Elizabeth and she gave him a small nod with mischief in her eyes.

"Alright. Terms are fair. Now… the charts?"

"Right. In my cabin, under the bed. Can I go now, ple…?"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Elizabeth cocked her pistol and shot him, right between the eyes. Jack looked at her with pride and threw the body overboard. Barbossa cringed, for that could have been his fate. Anna and Elizabeth went down to Jonathon's cabin and found the charts, bringing them up quickly.

"What of your ship, Luv?"

"Oh, I think I can manage to let her go… Besides. The Pearl is my home, now. I don't need this. I've found a new freedom." She leaned in close enough so only he would hear the final word.

"You."

Jack smiled his signature grin and gave her a brief hug, as he was in a hurry to return to his, no… their ship. And that was exactly what they did. They decided to leave the crew locked in the brig and let the ship wander around aimlessly as the sea carried them where it willed. In the mean time, Will and his father were headed towards the Black Pearl until Bootstrap Bill Turner informed Will that there was a soul that needed ferrying.

"Not another one. Can't this wait? I need to find Elizabeth."

"Come on, now, Will. You know what'll happen if you ignore your duty."

"Just once. I'd like to forget about it."

"But you can't."

"Fine. Chart the course. Normally, I'd have to wait ten years… I can wait a few more days."

Will walked up to the helm and looked around for whoever had chosen to die at sea at the most inconvenient time. For him, that is. Jonathon walked aboard the Flying Dutchman and saw a man walk up to him.

"What's happened?" he asked, shocked.

"Your name."

"Jonathon."

"Jonathon… I'm so sorry to tell you this, but you're dead."

"It was that damn Captain Swann! Or Sparrow."

"You know Elizabeth?"

"You know her?"

"I asked you first." He said curiously and defensively.

"She was my Captain… until I mutinied against her. She came back for revenge along with Captain Sparrow."

"I'm Will Turner. Elizabeth is my wife, Elizabeth Turner."

"No, Captain Sparrow's the one who killed me."

"Jack? Why?"

"No, not Jack. His wife. Wait. Did you say Elizabeth was your wife?"

"Yes."

"And yet, she's his wife. The Captains Sparrow." He said in a mocking tone of voice, scoffing at the end.

"Who's wife? She's my wife."

"Yours and Jack's, then."

"You're lying. You must be mistaken. Her name is Elizabeth Turner. Did she never mention me before?"

"She mentioned something when she boarded the ship. Aren't you angry I mutinied against her?"

"What did she mention on the ship?" ignoring the comment about the mutiny completely.

"Something about a chest. Apparently it was in her cabin, all the while we were sailing with it to the Fountain of Youth with the charts."

"I don't believe this. How could I have been so blind? Are you sure? Did they look like they were… you know… together?"

"They looked like they'd known each other forever. It was repulsive, actually."

"She promised me she'd keep it safe. She promised. And she broke that promise." He muttered, sounding distant.

"Well, I'm here to ferry you to the next world. Thank you for your help." He said solemnly.

"Sure. Anything. Just make sure you take out some revenge on those two Sparrows."

"Oh don't worry, Mr. Jonathon. I will."

Once Will was done with ferrying Jonathon's soul, he went to find his father.

"What's going on, Son?"

"We must sail after the Black Pearl with all haste. We have no time to lose."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Elizabeth. I knew there was something wrong."

"She seemed fine when we last saw her, lad. You sure you're not over-reacting?"

"That's exactly the problem. She was happy. Happier than I've ever seen her. And now, that Jonathon man, he tells me that Jack and Elizabeth are married! Married!" he said, with obviously hysterical distaste.

"I'm sure it must be a mistake, Son. Elizabeth loves you. She would never do that to you."

"That's what I thought. How much time?" he said in a monotone voice with hurt eyes, giving away the pain he felt. It was as though Davy Jones himself had stabbed his heart again. Only worse. He looked at his father who smiled at him, consoling him.

"A few more days. Three at most. They couldn't have gotten far."

"Alright."

"What do you plan to do? If those accusations are true, I mean."

"It'll mean that Elizabeth's condemned me to an eternity of servitude."

"But how will you deal… with them?"

"I'm still working that out. Inform the crew. Tell them to try and make it in two days."

"I will. And Will… I'm sure everything will be alright."

He smiled to himself as his father left, praying that he was right. He had his father's faith to hold on to. And he would hold on to that last bit of hope until he saw Elizabeth. His Elizabeth. But then again, whether or not she was still his was in question. (A/N: Normal text is Will, Italics is Jack; too many 'hims' and 'hes') And he swore to himself right then and there that if he found out what that Jonathon had said before was true and that Jack had made Elizabeth, his Elizabeth, his girl without his knowledge (not that he had permission to even with his knowledge), he would kill him. He would kill him good. And Elizabeth would come to her sense and come back to him. He had always considered Jack a friend and now, thought only ill of him. He was lying all along. All he cares about, all he ever cared about was himself. (A/N: end of distinction. ) Then, he remembered all of the times that Jack had saved Elizabeth's life as well as own and regarded himself as a fool. How could he think that way of two of the most important people in his life? He didn't even know the facts. And here he was speculating on all the ways he'd Elizabeth back (if she was even lost to begin with) and plotting all the ways he'd kill Jack, when he got the chance.

Three days passed and the crew of the Black Pearl were headed to the Fountain of Youth. All was right with the world. Elizabeth had Will's chest back and her conscience was clear… well, almost clear. Every twinge of guilt had left her mind… except for one… her betrayal of Will's love. But she would deal with that when the time came. For now, she just wanted to enjoy the pure serenity of being in Jack's arms.

Jack, too, was happy for he was on the deck of his beloved ship with his beloved girl, er wife, and his belo- well not really beloved but she was growing on him- sister. And not to mention the fact that they were sailing towards the Fountain of Youth since they had acquired the charts.

Yes, everything seemed right with the world. That is, until an all too familiar- and unwelcome- ship surfaced from the water with its Captain looking rather heated. Bewildered by the sight of this, Elizabeth quickly withdrew herself from Jack and looked at Anna who was giving her an 'I told you so' look. For a split second, Elizabeth thought that perhaps Will had seen nothing. Yes. Perhaps she had gotten out of Jack's arms just in time. That tiny bit of hope faded as soon as her former husband (who didn't even know he was former yet) stepped onto the Pearl and looked at her with something she did not recognize.

It wasn't hatred. But it was cold and… unforgiving. And that's when the reality of her betrayal hit her. She thought her legs would nearly buckle if it were not for the railing of the stairs she was so desperately hanging onto.

Will approached her and Jack looked on suspiciously. William didn't look like he was about to kill anyone. But the best killers were deceptive. He had taught young William that. Bugger, he thought. So much for trying to pass on the gift of knowledge.

He decided to act as though nothing had happened and as though he did not find the behavior of the Captain of the Flying Dutchman strange. Putting on his best fake grin, he walked up to Will and stood between him and Elizabeth, much to Elizabeth's relief. At least she was safe. For now. But safe from what? From Will? When had she ever feared Will? Her Will. But he wasn't her Will anymore. He was a different person, a different man. And she wasn't sure that she liked him like this.

"Hello, William! Back so soon, are we?"

"I came to check up on Elizabeth. You know. My wife?" he said sardonically.

"Of course…" he said getting out of Will's way, much to Elizabeth's dismay.

She cursed Jack in her thoughts and then saw his helpless smile and immediately forgave him. Then, she turned her attention back to Will who was eyeing her again. She decided to take Jack's lead and act as though everything was the way it should be, which it was, in her opinion anyway.

She put on her best smile and it was truly genuine as she reflected on what she was thinking of just moments ago about her and Jack and how happy they truly were.

"Will. I'm glad you're back so soon." She said with false excitement.

Her eyes betrayed her words and Will was too quick to notice.

"Don't play games with me, Elizabeth. I want to know." He said softly, but sternly… and only slightly trembling.

"Know what?" she asked coyly.

"Everything. You killed a man named Jonathon."

"How do you know of him?" she asked uncertainly.

"I ferry dead souls, Elizabeth. Surely you haven't forgotten your husband's duty." He said, emphasizing his title.

"Of course not. Yes, I did kill Jonathon. Because he mutinied against me."

"Funny how you didn't mention to me that you were Captain of a ship. For all I knew, you were on that island."

"I was, Will. And believe me. I wanted to wait for you. But the sea was calling to me. You must know the feeling."

"No, I don't." he replied harshly. If words could kill…

"Why are you acting this way? Did Jonathon say something?"

"He did mention some rather upsetting things."

"Like?"

"Like the fact that you and Jack are married! Is this true, Elizabeth?!"

He was hovering over her and she was cowering, burying herself in a corner. The tears starting to form in her eyes. Although he didn't seem to care. Jack couldn't stand to see Lizzie, his Lizzie, like that and so he cut in, even though it would be his undoing. And he knew this. Boy, did he know it.

"Did you come here to harass her, Turner? Or do you perhaps have an ulterior motive?"

Will pondered on this for a moment and was in deep thought when he all of a sudden unsheathed his sword and brought it to Jack's neck, a determined look in his eyes. The look of rage in Jack's eyes was replaced by worry. And Elizabeth grew worried as well.

"Perhaps I do. Perhaps I want to kill the man whose arms were around my wife!"

"Needless to say, Mate, she's not really your wife anymore. I nullified your marriage and we sort of had a ceremony of our own, didn't we, Lizzie, Luv." He said with a cocky grin.

Will huffed at this and only brought the sword closer to Jack's neck, causing him to tense and with good reason. By now, Elizabeth was in shock. The man she used to love was now threatening the man that she did love.

"Don't speak to her like that, Jack. You have no right."

Jack noticed that Lizzie was manifesting and he could tell that she was about to do something and he wanted to wring her neck for it. Did she not know when to just let things be? He knew the answer to that. Pirate. He eyed her seriously, as this was a very serious matter.

"Lizzie… don't do anything…" then he heard the cocking of a gun. "… stupid…"