/N I would like to thank Damsel-in-stress for going over this chapter, and many others and fixing all my mistakes :)

~Axelrocks~

Chapter 7

"What are you doing here?! I could have you arrested! You know I should arrest you!" James said angrily. Will Turner was the last person he wanted to see right now.

"Shh! Please, James, I just wanted to visit my sister." And for once it looked like Will looked frightened.

"Why? Why now? Huh? Why after all those year you've been gone?"

Will looked at him curiously. "Wait a minute. You know my sister? She told you everything?"

James winced, he didn't want Will to know he knew Isabella. Instead he changed the subject.

"Where's Elizabeth? I didn't expect you do go anywhere without her."

Will sighed. "She's on a ship docked on the other side of this island. We're heading to Singapore, and I don't know when the next chance to talk to my sister will be. If ever."

James attitude towards him softened. "Well it's too late to visit her tonight. I suppose you can stay with me for the night. Don't worry I won't turn you in."

Will was surprised at James change of heart. He had known he had hurt him badly when he took Elizabeth away from him.

"Okay, thank you. I really appreciate it." And he stepped in stride with James as they made his to his house.

James wanted to say he was doing this for Isabella, helping her brother. But he supposed that maybe it was time he forgave.

"Well this is where you may sleep for the night," said James holding open the door of one of his guest rooms, "Christa will bring up tea shortly. Are you hungry?"

Will looked over at him sheepishly. "Actually I am. All I've eaten in the past month has been hardtack. I'm quite sick of the stuff."

"Well you are in luck. I'm quite famished myself, and I also have the best cook in all of Port Royal."

Will laughed. The first he had for a good long time.

"Now follow me into the dining room, and we shall quench our hunger."

Will leaned back in his chair, his hunger satisfied. He looked at James. "So, how is my sister?"

James jumped. "What do you mean?"

Will smiled. "I know you've talked to my sister. Otherwise you would have never known that she was related to me."

James felt himself blushing, and quickly took a sip of his tea. "I may have met her once or twice. And there is a resemblance between her and you.." He placed his cup down and looked over at Will. Hoping he would buy the story. But of course he didn't.

Will smirked. "Oh really? I know for a fact my sister would never reveal that I'm of relation to her. Considered I'm a wanted criminal, and you have the authority to arrest me. So how long have you known her?"

James cursed himself for slipping up, but oh well, Will knew and there was no way of getting out of it, he sighed and answered. "For awhile. I saved her from a couple of pirates."

Will looked surprised. "Really? Well then I owe you one for saving her life."

"It was of no trouble. It is my job after all." James shrugged his shoulders, and picked up his cup again.

"Of course." Will smiled. "So how long have you loved my sister?"

James dropped his cup, and cursed when the hot liquid fell on his pants. He quickly dabbed it with a napkin.

"What do you mean?" he sputtered.

"You know what I mean." He smiled and handed James more napkins. "You love her, I can tell."

"No I don't. She is just a very good friend." James stood up.

Will smirked again. "Of course you are."

"Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to change and go to bed. You are free to stay up as long as you want." And with that James left the room with a flaming face.

Will smirked after him and finished her tea.

"You know, dear, this is the only time I will allow you to go with James anywhere," said Isabella's mother calmly.

"What?!" Isabella set her cup down with a thud.

"You heard me, Isabella, you will no longer pursue him. It shall be Lord Cutler Beckett you are after."

Isabella stood up. "You can't do this to me, Mother!"

Her mother looked up at her and laughed cruelly. "Do not tell me you fell in love with him. What can he offer you?"

"A good life!" Isabella exclaimed. "I do not need money to be happy!"

"I only want what's best for you." Her mother sipped at her tea. "And I don't think James is good for you."

"Funny, just a week ago you were all but forcing me to spend every waking moment with him! How could your mind change so fast?"

"Am I not your mother? Do I not know what's best for you?"

"No, mother, you don't." And with that she left the room and went to her room, tears slowly falling down her cheeks.

James lay awake in his bed for a long time. He couldn't sleep, even though he was tired. And he had to wake up early in the morning to go to his office. Then he had to somehow have Isabella and Will meet without being caught with a wanted criminal. He sighed tomorrow was going to be a long day. But he hopefully would see Isabella. And with her in his head he went to sleep.

James woke up early, and crawled out of bed. He padded towards the window in his room. He had a great view of the beautiful blue-green waters of Port Royal. The sun was peeking over the horizon and the water sparkled. It was such a beautiful sight. He was glad that he had it. He wished he could walk on the sandy shore, but he didn't have the time.

But he stood there for a while, and not until his stomach rumbled that he realized that he had better get going. He wanted to get his work done, and leave before Lord Beckett showed. He didn't want to have to deal with him. He just didn't like the man. Something about him didn't seem right.

His thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on his door.

"Come in!" he called, and Christa walked in.

She smiled. "Good morning James, there is a William Turner down at the breakfast table."

"Oh? He's up? Well is he being fed?" he straightened the wig on his head.

"No, sir, he says he'll wait for you."

James smiled and walked towards the door. "I guess that's my cue." He followed Christa out. "Good thing I'm hungry."

"Well it seems you're up earlier than I expected," said James, sitting down across from Will on the breakfast table.

"Blame on me being a blacksmith. I would always get up at dawn, and that habit has never left me." Will laughed, and nodded his thanks at the maid who put a plate of steaming food in front of him.

"Really? Well once I'm finished here I must go to work, and finish what I need to. Then I plan to go get Isabella, and maybe you could meet us at the park. Around noon?" James took a bite of some food and waited for Will's answer.

"It could be at midnight and I wouldn't mind. I just want to see my dear little sister," Will sighed.

"Well you shall find that she is no longer the little girl you left. She has grown into a lovely young lady." James stood and dusted himself off, preparing to go.

Will smiled up at him. "How would I know that you would call my sister lovely, James?"

James started. "Well what else am I supposed to call her? Plain? Certainly not ugly."

Will continued smiling. "Just admit that you love her and I will quit with my jesting."

"I don't love her." And with that he left the room. In quite a hurry Will noticed.

Will just smiled and shook his head, finishing his breakfast. James loved his sister, he could tell, but all he needed to do was admit to it.