-1Chapter 10
Three men in love

Norrington entered the room, and glanced around. Staying as far away as possible was Jack, who was extremely suspicious of his presence (keeping "suspicious" behind Will might I add...).
"What are YOU doing here, mate?" Jack half-yelled from across the room to Norrington.
Norrington, looking regal and sexified, answered quickly.
"Elizabeth asked me to come..."
Will, at the mere mention of her name, jumped in.
"Elizabeth?! You've seen here? Where is she?!"
Jack nodded in acknowledgment to his statement.
"Ah...not a happy marriage, eh?" He said whispering into Will's ear.
Will frowned, and ignored Jack's comment on the matter.
Taking his time, Norrington walked to the kitchen and sat down on a chair and sighed.
"As I was saying, Elizabeth asked me to come. She wanted me to tell you, Will, not to go looking for her. She says she's fine; however, I must break my promise that I made to her."
Will crossed the room and sat down in the chair across from Norrington, while Jack decided instead to ease closer at his own pace.
"Beckett captured her." Norrington said breaking the silence.
"Beckett??" Jack and Will said simultaneously with surprised looks on their angel faces.
"Yes. Lord Christopher Beckett. He's searching for every pirate that participated in the killing of his brother. He received word that Jack was on his way to find the treasure of Bartholomew so that is where he is going."
Upon hearing this, Will immediately knew what he wanted to do, and who he needed information from in order to do it. Rising from his chair, he turned to Jack.
"Jack where is the treasure?? We must go at once!"
Jack shrugged.
"No Tortuga?" He replied with his cute puppy eyes.
"No, Jack! We have to go now or we'll never catch up."
After talking it over, Will suggested that they use the Flying Dutchman since it was known for it's speed. Norrington agreed entirely, but only if they were allowed to take his crew (since Will lacked one). Following some "persuasion", Jack finally showed them the location of the treasure on the map he had acquired, and they looked over it once or twice to familiarize themselves with the details. Once they grabbed their supplies and were as prepared as they felt they could be, they left the cottage and headed out onto the open sea.

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How The Flying Dutchman maneuvers at sea is identical to how a warrior fights in battle; it is cunning, swift, and near invincible. With the wind on their side, the only worldly thing capable of stopping them was mother nature, and their greatest enemy of all: Themselves.
With the past plaguing their current views of one another, Will, Norrington and Jack continued to remain extremely cautious when around each other. Being on a ship where your boundaries are defined, you can imagine how difficult this was.
During a moment of silence (which was becoming a matter of routine already on the voyage...), Norrington approached Will out on the deck, unsure of how to say what he was thinking without sounding awkward.
"Is she happy?" He finally blurted out; his look that of a pained concern.
Uneasy, Will starred at Norrington, surprised by his unexpected question.
"Yes she is.." He replied genuinely honest.
Nodding, Norrington smiled sadly.
"Good."
"She CAN'T be happy...!" Jack interrupted.
Strutting in his usual drunken state, he crossed the deck and joined them.
"And why do you say that?" Will asked him defensively.
"Nobody can be happy living with a whelp. The girl needs freedom." He replied looking into Will's eyes seriously.
"What she needs is protection!" Norrington said butting in.
"Something you didn't give her..."
Norrington turned to Will and glared at him; the ladder half of his comment clearly directed at Will.
"Oh...? And who would be able to offer her protection...YOU? And what freedom would she get from you, Jack? Our lives do not concern either of you!"
Humoring Will's remark, Jack nodded; but replied in disagreement.
"She's a bird, William. A bird you have caged on some island. You can't convince me that being isolated somehow warrants freedom, mate." .
Will felt his anger began to grow, and suddenly he become agitated and drew his sword to Jack.
"Her state and wellbeing is none of your business!" Will told him.
Feeling threatened, Jack yanked out his sword and pointed it at Will.
"And yet here I am--out to rescue your bonny lass once again...! I have no problem leaving you all to your fate if that's what you desire!"
Remaining quiet up until this point, Norrington reached for his cutlass and pointed it to Jack.
"You're not going to betray us or it will be your head." He warned him.
Naturally, Jack didn't take lightly to his unfriendly persuasion, and reacted by pulling out his gun and pointing it at Norrington.
"It could be YOUR head right here, right now if you don't take that sword of yours away from my neck, savvy?"
Ignoring his threat, Norrington clashed his sword against Jack's, sending the 3 alluring foxy men into a heated battle where every one was an enemy, and nobody was an ally.
As the sweat dripped from their brows, they fought tirelessly; their swords clinking against one another as they made their way to the end of the deck. Catching his sword on Jack's shirt, Will tugged it free, leaving a hole in the fabric.
"THAT's not very nice...!" Jack said charging forward at Will. Will backpedaled and found himself pinned between a mast and the blade of Jack's sword. Just when Will was about to be sliced and diced, Norrington intervened swiping at Jack, and forcing him away.
Will jumped to his feet and ran over to the men disgusted.
"Enough!! We can't continue fighting like this if we're to find Elizabeth! At least not in one piece...!"
Norrington paused, keeping an eye on Jack.
"Indeed..." He said lowering his sword.
The only sword raised was Jack's, who was being stared down by Norringon and Will like hawks.
"Oh alright, we'll find the girl first...!" Jack said putting away his sword and walking away. Frusterated, Norrington did the same, leaving Will standing alone by himself. Relieved, Will walked over to the railing and looked out over the sea; leaving him alone to his uneasy thoughts.
At the opposite side of the ship was Jack, who stood at the bow analyzing every wave of the ocean as if it were hiding something. Suddenly, something small caught his eye in the far distance; the sun preventing him from seeing it clearly. Returning seconds later with his spyglass, he peered into the eyepiece looking out on the horizon, then folded it up; both surprise and relief overcoming him. "The Pearl..."