A/N: Long time, no update. No real excuse considering this is an overdue re-post. Anyway, here is the next very long awaited chapter. I hope my faithful readers and reviewers have not forsaken me...just yet!

Will had always been an optimist; but as he sat cross legged in the corner of his cell, back pressed against the damp walls, the groans of other prisoners filling the air, he found it hard to keep positive. Down here all night and day used to mingle into one; the window was high and would only let in the very brightest of sun light in streaks across the floor. He thought it must have been night; no cries from the harbour down below seemed to float up on the breeze as they did during the day, the stifling heat had subsided. Yet no man could sleep thinking that soon it could all be over, and another form of sleep would descend that was eternal.

Will stood and began to pace the floor, his limbs tingling with pins and needles from sitting still so long. It was ironic, he thought, that half a year ago he had helped Jack escape from this very cell and now, he had quite literally taken his place. But he knew that Jack would not be here to save him…no, that wouldn't happen just yet. He needed to be sure before he returned with Elizabeth. All his hopes rested on them now. He had trusted them, put his life in their hands and he knew that they would not abandon him; they would not let him down. After all, they were his only true friends; no-one else had visited him since he was thrown down here. It was hardly surprising. He could imagine the gossip still seething through Port Royal; suspicion and doubt being thrown on not only his character, but also on Elizabeth's choice of husband. It had been bad enough that he was a blacksmith, but a murderous blacksmith was something else entirely.

Elizabeth.

Once again he saw her face before him, beautiful and smiling as she walked down the aisle. It had been their day; the happiest day of both their lives. He had dreamed of it ever since he had realised that his feelings for Elizabeth were deeper and stronger than a brotherly affection. But, in all these dreams he had never once dreamt that Elizabeth could have ever felt the same. She had always been over-familiar with him, her father had always warned her of this, yet he never supposed this was anything more than a friendship that they had shared in childhood, and strengthened as they grew.

But the Black Pearl had changed all that. Both their lives had altered dramatically since there time at sea, and it had been then that Will had realised just how much he loved her…and it was then that Elizabeth realised that she felt the same. But it was somehow more than that; the sea was in their blood now. And maybe it was this that made the wedding seem so foreign and out of place. He had seen it in her eyes every time they had spoken about it and, he had to confess, he had felt it to. Sometimes he had got the urge to suggest an elopement…but even he wouldn't be able to dishonour her father in such a way. Yet after his treatment of him since he had been imprisoned, Will began to think that they would have been off if they had.

He heard the familiar rattle of keys as the guard approached and, turning his eyes to the door as it opened, he watched as Norrington entered, dismissing the guards immediately; waiting until the door was closed behind him before he began to speak.

"Mr Turner, I really wish you wouldn't continue to refuse your meals."

"If you've come to ask me again where Elizabeth is, it's of no use. I don't know."

Norrington said nothing. Ever since Elizabeth had been discovered missing, the Governor had been quite insistent that he continuously press Will for answers. Yet even if Will did know where Elizabeth was, he certainly wasn't going to tell them.

"Now I don't think that's exactly true," Norrington replied eventually, noting the way Will was avoiding his eyes.

"Well if you know that I'm lying, then what's the use? I obviously have nothing directly to do with the disappearance…if you hadn't noticed; I've been a little detained of late."

"Now look here Mr Turner. Whether or not you play a part in Miss Swann's disappearance is of little import; for I know what all of Port Royal as already guessed…" He waited for the look of bewilderment to spread across Will's face before continuing, "That you sent her away to avoid that scandal that you being imprisoned have caused."

At this Will laughed, deep and heartily as the mirth bubbled up in his throat.

"If you think that Commodore, then you never knew Elizabeth." He watched the way this remark hurt him before pressing on, "I couldn't have made her leave, even if I wanted to. She'd never leave me in here."

He knew as soon as the words had passed his lips, that they had partially betrayed him.

"Ah and now it all makes sense…she's gone to find help, hasn't she?" Will said nothing, almost hearing the way that the pieces began to fall into place in Norrington's mind. But he refused to make this easy for him…he wouldn't reveal the whole truth.

"And I know exactly whose help she'll get."

"You're wrong then!" Will started, unable to hold his tongue any longer as he slowly approached, "And even if you aren't, what does it say about the British Navy if the Pearl was to put into dock right under your nose, and simply slipped away without you even noticing?"

Norrington could feel the insult pulsing hotly through his veins, and he smiled maliciously as retorted sharply, "Well that is why you'll help us Mr Turner."

"Never!"

Norrington smiled, amused at the sudden anger that had rushed into Will's voice. It was no great secret that Will and Norrington were not exactly the best of friends. Ever since they had expressed intentions of the same woman, it followed they should become rivals. Even when the rest of Port Royal had accepted that Elizabeth had chosen Will above the Commodore; Will still saw the love that laced every action he took when around her. In a way, he understood it; a man, once in love with Elizabeth, would fall hard and forever. It had happened to him and so in some ways he could sympathise. Yet as he watched the way Norrington titled his head, mocking his obvious anger, he could feel nothing but bitterness and distain.

"I'm afraid you have little choice Mr Turner. You will aid us in tracking down the Black Pearl and Miss Swann; otherwise you will find yourself condemned without trail."

"You wouldn't dare…"

"You have until morning to decide." Norrington made for the door before pausing, turning back to face Will who had sat, once more, in the corner, "I serve the law before I serve myself. Maybe you should stop thinking like a pirate, and start doing the same."