Sorry it took me a while to update, I was having a very busy past few days.

Thanks again for all of my reviews so far, seeing all your reactions and requests for more updates really makes this fun to write for you all. I'd like some feedback though about the action sequences, I've never written anything like them before and pretty much just had fun with it. It's difficult to put what's happening inside my head down on paper and at least make it understandable. haha.

I'd once again like to thank Hans Zimmer, the scene from Will's point of view in this chapter was written while listening to "I don't think nows the best time" on repeat.

Chapter 7: She Who Love 'em, Truly

Andy

"Miss Lizzie," he hisses, "have you ever before crossed the path of an angry pirate?"

"Have you?"

The phrase: "Liz, what the Hell do you think you are doing! Don't be stupid!" with a gag in your mouth sounds something like this:

"Mirr, mmaa ma Hell uu ooo hiing err uuingg! Ownnd ee hhuummiiddd!"

Sounds like this are unfortunately difficult to translate, and are often ignored. Ignored, just like my confused and sorry ass is right now! First my nose gets smashed in, then my yacht gets blow to Hell, my best friend is killed, I get kidnapped by pirates, the girl I've had a crush on all of my life is bargaining for our lives with a key and now she plans to take on entire gang with an umbrella. Oh, and did I forget to mention the Magical Pirate Ship of Doom that sprang up out of the ocean like a Jack in the Box? I've never felt so terrified and crazy in all my life.

Captain Ferrara is scowling at Liz, he and his men have her backed into a corner and all she has to defend herself is an umbrella, not that it hasn't worked before. I should know. I want to blitz attack them, run up behind them and knock 'em out before they can even see me coming. The only problem with that plan is that my hands are tied behind my back, to my feet. Ann is tied on my left, Mr. Gibson, the local bartender, to my right. I haven't the slightest idea how he got involved into all this, but he sure isn't helping in anyway.

"Miss Lizzie, you better give that back to me." She stands tall and shakes her head defiantly.

"No."

"Please?" he's not really asking her, it's a joke to him.

Don't be the hero Liz, please, don't give him any more reason to kill you! Her eyes meet mine, silently pleading with her. For a split second I don't recognize her as my Lizzie, she's a different person. She is a cool headed, strong, independent and radiantly beautiful woman. I'm not sure which of the two Liz personas I like more at the moment.

Her eyes shift back to Ferrara and then me again. She lifts her chin slightly, as though she were trying to get a better look at the murderer standing in front of her. I can sense an idea forming behind those big brown eyes.

"You want it?" she bends down cautiously to left the chest up by one of its handles. Her eyes never leave Ferrara's and she keeps pointing her umbrella at him as if it were a sword. Liz nods to me, no, not to me, to the guard behind me. I should know what this means. I've known Liz longer then anybody. I was there that day her dad found her, after the wreck. We've always been friends. We even dated. I should know what she's trying to tell me. She fixes her eyes on Ferrara like a hungry lioness, "Come and get it."

On second thought, I much prefer the side of Lizzie that doesn't get me killed.

Three out of the seven pirates in the room, including Ferrara, lunge for Lizzie. My stomach lurches. They still use swords. They'll kill her.

One of the pirates yelps in pain. Lizzie is quick on her feet, and has jabbed the point of her umbrella into the foot of her attack. She swings the heavy chest hard into his chin before returning his bloodied foot. His teeth fall with the patter of rain drops onto the floor. She stabs another pirate in the chest, not deep but still enough to cause bleeding. He wobbles away from her trying to plug his wound. She ducks before I have time to register two sounds that clanking together at the very stop where her head should have been. I had no idea Lizzie could possibly move that fast.

I think I understand Lizzie's gesture now.

I take this time to pretend I'm doubled over in pain. I lean forward against the floor as far as I can. The scruffy guard watching over Ann, Gibson and I, bends over to pull me upright. I thrust myself backwards with as much force as I can muster up. My skull throbs when it collides with his face. I fall over top of him and onto my back to keep him pinned there.

"Mmmm!" man this hurts. What would give anyone the idea to do that in the first place?

I can still see Liz. She's used her umbrella to push the swords aimed for her head against the wall, and is now knocking their owners practically unconscious with that chest.

Ann flings herself onto the floor beside. She's somehow managed to spit out her gag and reaches for a dagger in our guard's belt with her teeth. I assume security is unconscious, otherwise he'd be grabbing at me and Ann by now. She grips the knife tightly in her jaw, and turn over so that she can saw me loose. Gibson has found a nail poking out of the wall and begins working himself free from bonds as well.

Ferrara is making no effect to stop us, nor help his crew (currently getting their butts kicked by a woman). I think he enjoys watching us all struggle too much.

Lizzie makes a run for the door leading from her bedroom to the back patio. A thoroughly bloody pirate clutches the second handle of the chest, pulling her to a halt. They tug fiercely at their ends of the chest, neither willing to let go. Come on Ann, I'm almost free. Just cut a little bit quicker…

The pirate playing tug-o-war with Liz rips the key from the lock. Her face drops and grip looses unexpected for just a moment. That just so happens to be the exact amount of time needed for a second wounded pirate to shove her to floor. The chest lands a foot or so from her collapsed body. One of the other pirates bums Lizzie's nightstand, sending her lamp shattering on the floor. Our light source is gone, and it is still dark outside due to the thick storm clouds.

SNAP!

I'm free. So is Gibson. He currently works on slicing Ann's bonds. The pirates fumble in the dark, half blind already from the amount of blood dripping into their eyes from their head injuries. I crawl to Liz, she's conscious but barely. She presses her palm against her temple. I motion for her to be silent and reach for her hand. We're getting out of here.

Liz has other ideas, and instead of meeting my hand half way she lunges past me and throws herself at the chest. Ferrara's foot makes it there first however, keeping it pinned to the ground. He aims his gun for her lying defenseless at his feet.

During the rumble the leg of a chair has somehow become detached from its owner. It's as good a weapon as any.

"Adios, Miss Lizzie,"

I slam the leg as hard as I can into the side of Captain Ferrara's head, catching him off guard. Score one for Andy.

"Come on!" Ann hisses, she's already out the door and running for the beach. I move to follow, not wanting to be anywhere near Ferrara when he regains his balance. Gibson and I each grab one of Lizzie's arms. If I have to then I'll drag her outside.

"The key!" she protests. The key is not important, saving Lizzie's life is.

A slimy hand grabs my shirt back. I let go of Liz and punch whom ever it is standing behind me hard in the mouth. Liz squeals, but Mr. Gibson keeps pulling her forward. The punching back covers his face with his hands to protect himself the second time around. I stop mid-swing; Lizzie's key is in his grimy fingers. I pluck it from him with ease, "Thanks." I punch him again.

I'm the last one out the door. A storm is on its way, the wind has picked up severely. I can see Ann running for the small boat we arrived in a ways down the beach. And I see an entire gang of Ferrara's pirates cluttered at the nearest dock. Their swords are drawn, they're dueling. There's so many of them it's hard to tell which one is on which side, and then I realize there are no sides. They are all fighting the same person.

"Will!" Liz screams as she breaks free from Gibson and sprints for the dock. my first instint is to run after her, but Gibson grabs me and stirs toward Ann and the boat.

Will

My sword clashes loudly with the swords of the band of pirates waiting my arrival at the dock. They come at me relentlessly, obeying the commands of their captain. The time I've wasted fighting them already has put my in the foulest of moods. The fight is not loud enough however to drown out the sound of Elizabeth's voice, calling my name through the wind.

"Will!" she's running toward me. My mood lightens. She remembers?

"Elizabeth!" I cut down a burly man blocking my way and several others; I must make it to Elizabeth.

"Will!" she narrowly avoids decapitation as she navigates her way through the mob of angry pirates. I make a mental note to kill the fellow going for her head.

"Elizabeth!" we've reached each other, finally. I snatch her hand in mine and spin her around. Her back is now pressed warmly against my chest and my arm is pressed firmly over hers. Elizabeth lefts her legs high to kick an oncoming thug in the gut while in my grasp. She smells the same, and I find myself not ever wanting to let her go. She gazes up at me tenderly and for a moment we're the only two people in all the universe. "You remember?" I whisper to her.

"Yes," she whispers back. A smile crawls across her face; I can feel one forming on my own. She closes her lids and leans forward for a kiss. A long anticipated one at that. My eyelids shut as well. "Will!"

"Elizabeth…" I say weakly.

"Will I need a SWORD!" she screams. My eyes open. I'd almost forgotten our battle. The noises of the duel and of the weather are both so loud she has to yell. An ugly and tattooed pirate aims his blade at our faces. I push her away from regrettably, and take advantage when his saber strikes nothing but air. I watch in fury as her cloth skirt is ripped from her body by another blade, revealing her bare legs. She is as furious as I now.

"Here!" I toss her the spare I had taken off another unfortunate soul earlier. She and I both plunge our swords into her un-dresser's chest. He deserved it.

Elizabeth and I face each other, our bodies inches apart. Without thought I wrap my free hand around her waist and pull her to me, wanting to kiss her once more. I want to kiss her more then anything I've ever wanted before in all my life.

"Will, behind you!" she spins me away from her in time for me to block an attack. I feel her turn as well and press her back against mine. We are being attacked from both sides know. "Will?!" I interlock my elbows with hers and lean forward. I raise her into another hard kick on my back.

"Yes?" her feet are on the ground again. I take her hand, my left in her left, to make sure I can't loose her anymore. We stand parallel to each other now, hand in hand. Husband and wife reunited.

"I'm sorry!" she says as we both block the blows aimed for us in all directions, "I'm sorry I couldn't remember you!" we turn to look at one another.

"Don't be sorry," I assure her. She's silent for a moment, hoping for another attempt at a kiss. Sadly, that will have to wait. Simultaneously we lunge in opposite directions, both of us making firm contact with our targets. We move in a circle. Elizabeth leans all her weight forward so that my arm is the only thing keeping her from falling as I rotate for the both of us. I block as she swings.

"Will?!" she asks again, I pull her upright. She is beautiful with the wind whipping her hair across her face like that, even in battle.

"Yes?" she jumps, I catch at my side, by her rear, with my free hand as she slams her heels for a third time into whom ever it was who dared try and get me from behind. Another pirate has the same idea as that one did, and doesn't aim for my back, but Elizabeth's. In one swift motion I dip her forward and she's looking up at me, still being held up by my arm. Our opponent's saber hovers just above her face. I puncture his gut, and Elizabeth takes a few of his fingers. I'm surprised she didn't cut off his entire arm.

She looks up at me longingly with her pure eyes, "I still-" she doesn't finish. Instead she pulls me roughly by the collar, causing us both to fall to the dock with a wet thud. I collapse on top of her; our faces are mere inches apart again. I lean closer.

With strength I didn't know she possessed she rolls us both over, now I am underneath her, a position I do not mind. A dagger falls and sticks into the wood where our heads previously lay.

"Will, I still-" I interrupt her again, grabbing her waist and pushing her over my head. She tumbles gracefully to her feet as I lock swords with a Spaniard from while lying on my back. I'm at a disadvantage and he knows it. One quick flash of steal above and it's over; Elizabeth has wounded him beyond healing. She extends her arm downward and I take it, lifting myself back onto my feet.

We are fighting them back to back again, our duels too intense for conversation. I'm desperate to hear her finish he sentence, and equally desperate to state one of my own. I sense movement behind me and spin. Mine and Elizabeth's swords hit with a loud clash above our heads.

"I Love You!" we both blurt at once and I can feel a smile breaking across my face to match her own elated expression. It reminds me of our final battle aboard the Pearl. I grab arm and twirl her so that her back is safely against my chest again. The rest of the world melts away from us as we stare into each others eyes.

I press my lips firmly against Elizabeth's. They're soft and warm and far sweeter then I remembered them in all these years. We stand there, oblivious to the havoc around us, wrapped protectively in each other's embrace. The wind whips Elizabeth's long hair against both our cheeks. I've missed its softness. Our kiss deepens, I'm floating in euphoria. She loves me still. She loves me as I love her. We share an unbreakable and unyielding bond between the two of us, and nothing can tear us from this rapture.

"Uh, I'd hate to interrupt!" Elizabeth's lips leave mine and they instantly feel cold. A boy is calling to us from the boat Elizabeth had ridden in with him earlier. He and two others have guided it back into the water and they now float just off the dock. Either my eyes are deceiving me, or Mr. Gibbs sits in the boat with him, along with another familiar face. The look on his face however tells me he was more then overjoyed to interrupt, "But we have to gooooo!"

Elizabeth and I look around us, still locked in each others arms. Every pirate who had been attacking us now laid either dead, temporally incapacitated or had retreated. No doubt reinforcements will soon be after us to revenge their fallen comrades. In fact some have already begun to move frantically about their ships, preparing to send out another boat. The Dutchman had disengaged herself from the battle and was now putting as much distance between herself and the other ships as possible. Something flies off the main Spanish ship in the direction of the Dutchman. It explodes ferociously in midair.

"I agree. Time to go."

Trust me, it's not anywhere near over yet. We still haven't even seen Captain Jack!