Okay, I am going to try and finish this story because I have at least some idea of where I can take it from here. Please do not try and kill me till after its done okay? So, as always I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this! Except my OC. She's mine. :3

Marina had never been more tired in her entire life. Each footstep took more of her strength then the last and Will's jacket had already started to soak through. Marina was cold, wet and, weak.

"Will," She mumbled sleepily, as they moved deeper into the crowded forest. It was so dark that she couldn't see anything around them, but she could still feel Will's steady hand on hers tugging her forward. "Maybe we should stop and rest for the night."

"N-no." Will's hand was shaking and as cold as Marina felt she was sure he felt colder, considering he was soaking wet and without a coat. "W-we can't s-s-stop. We-ve got-t to keep going."

Marina nodded, and continued to walk, though she didn't know where she would find the strength to keep going. She'd tripped a lot in the forest over loose stones and tree branches and every time Will helped her back up and they continued on their way.

"We should-d make a fire," Marina's voice was starting to stutter as the cold continued to bite at her. It seemed impossible for an island so deep in the Caribbean to be dropping to this temperature just at night. "Find somewhere to camp out for the night."

She could tell Will was about to dispute her idea, but the night's chill had taken its toll on him too. "Aye, you're right."

They spent the next half hour making up a place that they would call their camp. It was set up between two large trees which roots overlapped each other and stood about two feet high and faced a small river. Somehow Will had found a packet of matches in his jacket that were still useable and they made a fire that fought off both the dark and the cold.

"I can't believe it," Will's voice had stopped stuttering and Marina had returned his coat to him. They were sitting side by side against the large roots of the tree facing the fire and the river beyond it. Somewhere in the trees a bird screeched.

Marina turned to him, pulling her legs closer to her body. "What?"

"They're real," He mused, running a dirt stained hand through his tangled brown curls. "Mermaids. Just like the old stories."

"They're demons," Marina insisted, though she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Will or herself. "They have to be."

"If you say so," Will replied and they both lapsed into silent, neither knowing what to say to each other, because there wasn't anything to say that would fix what they'd endured that night.

Finally the spell was broken. "You didn't fall under her influence,"

Marina had been wondering about that for a long time. Why hadn't she fallen under the influence of the mermaid, why had it been she who'd kept a level head? "I did not."

"Do you think anyone else did?" Will asked softly, his dark eyes fixated on the flames that danced in front of them. "Like…our parents."

"No!" Marina shouted. Her father would never fall under such a wicked creatures curse and she was sure that Will and Elizabeth had the strength to do so as well. "They'd never-" Doubt had started to crept into her mind and the words died on her lips. Will was strong too yet he'd fallen under the enchantress' spell, why shouldn't her father as well? "No, they just couldn't."

"I hope not," Will admitted, turning to Marina who had unknowingly grabbed the pendant that her father had given her on her first day aboard the black pearl. She looked back up at him and he smiled despite the horrible circumstances. "My mom used to tell me stories about the adventures that she and my dad had before I'd go to sleep. And sometimes they'd be about Captain Sparrow. He saw mermaids too."

"What she say about them?" Marina wondered softly.

"They were the most beautiful things you'd ever lay eyes on." Will explained, remembering his mother's soft words. "But, they were the most deadly too. They'd sing their song and then drag you down into the water."

"Oh," Marina whispered quietly, dropping the pendant from her fingers and placing her hands in her lap. "How do you think he did it?"

Will's eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Jack," Marina laughed. "How do you think he got a whole, armada of ships?"

"Oh," Will laughed along with her. "I've heard a lot of stories. He stole them from the British when they weren't looking, won at a lucky game of gambling and bought the whole lot of 'em. Once, I even heard from one man that he stole them from Blackbeard."

"Who?" Marina had never been one for gossip, nor did she have anyone to talk to her about it with, so she didn't know much about the word of piracy.

"He was one of the greatest pirates to ever roam the seas," Will exclaimed, his voice rising and echoing off the forest around them. "He was also the most vicious. He fought soldiers and stole things and kidnaped mermaids and-" He stopped at her look and lowered his voice, proving her a shy smile. "They…deserve to be caught after what they do to people."

"Maybe that happened to my mother." The words were meant for only her but she'd said them out loud before she could stop herself.

Will's lovely brown eyes usually twinkled with mischievous and light were now dull and sad. "I'm sorry that you never got to meet her."

"Thank you," She replied automatically. That had always been her reaction when someone apologized for her unhappy circumstance regarding her mother, though she always just assumed that they only said it because it was polite. But, Will was different. His apology seemed to mean something, and Marina knew he truly meant what he'd said. "Will…"

"Yes?" Will's brown eyes seemed brighter now, maybe that was because of the fire.

Marina blinked quickly. "Thank you,"

Will laughed and shook his head. "You said that already,"

"I know," Marina said softly, careful as if the words were breakable things and gave him a smile. "I mean, thank you for taking care of me."

"I-uh-" For the first time Marina saw Will, who she'd always thought expect everything before it comes, blush. "No problem. It was…a… my pleasure."

Marina had never known anyone like the boy that she sat next to now. Growing up it had always been just her father and herself, not many friends because they believed Marina to be too strange to get to know because her mind was always somewhere else. But not now, her mind was just where she wanted it to be, focusing on Will. "I…"

Marina never got to finish what she was going to say, she couldn't even remember what she'd been planning to say honestly, because at that moment William Turner the third pushed his lips up against hers and all of her words, her worries and her fears, were forgotten.

I have no idea where I came up with doing this but it's just so dang cute. :D What do you think? Was it out of nowhere? Did you see this coming? Do you like this? Tell me in review form!