A/N: Hey guys! I am terribly, terribly sorry about the intense wait time you have had for this story. You could say I've arrived at an impassable writer's block but fear not! I'm not going to put it on hiatus or anything but I will try and do my best to finish it in the next couple of chapters. I think, at the beginning, it seemed like a good idea but I have to admit that I'm just not happy with it and when a writer can't connect to his/her story, it results in poor writing and I would never want to do that to you.

Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney.

Advisory: This chapter is going to sum up what has taken place over the past month, both on Lizzie and Will's side as well as Jack's side. The next chapter will start from there and then the chapter after that will/should be the final chapter. Sorry if this doesn't make any sense, lol.

Will knew that he and Elizabeth would not be able to spend much time together after he took her from Jack's father's ship. It was inevitable that they would have to go their separate ways. Still, he did not mind it that much because he knew that Jack Sparrow would suffer far more than he. At least Will would always have Elizabeth's love devotion whereas whatever scrap of affection she once felt for Jack (apparently enough to marry him) was now forgotten, a small, insignificant shard of the past. Calypso was right. Revenge did feel good but what felt even better was Elizabeth, looking at him, talking to him. Not shouting or glaring daggers at him. It took him back to the time in which they lived in Port Royal. The time before pirates and promises and chests and betrayals…

A time when things were simpler and any reference to piracy existed only in their imaginations as they would swordfight and he would teach her how.

Elizabeth's mind was sure that she had made the right decision, going with Will instead of staying with Jack. Yet, her heart was not so certain. Occasionally, her mind would drift to Jack Sparrow and that ever so sad look in his eyes when she walked out of his cabin. She thought that perhaps maybe she was too quick to trust Will but he was her husband, apparently. But then again, he was also the one who wished this terrible occurrence upon her and it would be convenient if he had done it only to get her back. She supposed she would never really know who had been telling the truth and who had tried to deceive her. Did it even matter anymore? She had made her choice, had she not? There was nothing she could do to find out that truth. At least, not at the moment.

Jack couldn't believe himself that he had let her go. It was not intended but what could he have done at the moment? She wouldn't have believed him anyway, not with the whelp leading her to accuse him of horrendous crimes that he did not commit. More than anything he wanted to rush to her, take her in his arms, and promise that everything would be alright. That it was just a very, very bad dream. But, unfortunately, it was a dream (or nightmare, rather) from which he never woke up. His days and nights were meaningless and when his crew asked for a heading, he just shrugged and retreated to his cabin. His first mate decided to sail to Tortuga, thinking that it would cheer his captain up but it only made things worse. All he wanted was Lizzie back and yet he felt as though she was too far beyond his grasp.

2 days after Will abducted Elizabeth…

The ship was rapidly approaching land and Elizabeth ran up to the helm to ask Will what was going on.

"Will, where are we going?" she asked curiously.

"I'm not going anywhere… You are." he replied.

"What?" she shouted.

"You know I can't keep you here nor can I step on land, Elizabeth. You must wait for me there."

"There? Where is there?" she started, panic coursing through her veins.

"It's a quaint little island. My mother was from there, before she moved to England. That's how she met my father."

"I don't know anyone there."

"No, but I'm sure you could find some of my mother's old friends. Just go to the nearest tavern and tell them you're Elizabeth Turner. They'll recognize the name and they'll help you, then. Everyone always liked my mother."

"Alright." She sniffled. "When will I see you again?"

"I'm afraid not for about nine more years, Elizabeth."

"So I'll be… 26. That's not too bad."

"No, it's not." He smiled at Elizabeth, his wife. "We'll arrive in about an hour. I'll come get you."

"Alright. Thank you, Will. For everything." She smiled sweetly and retreated to the cabin she had been assigned.

Elizabeth spent her next hour packing her belongings (which were taken from Jack's ship) and tidied up the cabin as best she could. She noticed that the ship was quite dreary and it made her question her husband's ways but it wasn't his fault. After all, how beautiful and joyful could a ship that harbors death possibly be?

Soon enough, Will came down to tell her that they had arrived. After a tearful (on Will's side, at least) goodbye, she took her bags and left the Flying Dutchman, fear engulfing her the moment she stepped on land. It didn't feel right to her, somehow, to be on land while she did not particularly remember what it felt like to not be on land except for the crossing from England and the journey to this island.

She did as Will had advised and walked into the first tavern she saw, not even bothering to look at the name. She approached the bartender who she could have sworn leered at her and set her bags down.

"Well, hello, dolly belle. Haven't seen you around here before." He smiled slightly. "What'll it be?"

She furrowed her brows in confusion until she realized what he meant. "Oh, no. I'm not here to drink." His smile widened. "And I'm not here for that either."

"You got a name?"

"I'm Elizabeth Turner. I think." She added as an afterthought.

"Turner, you say? I didn't know Marie had a daughter."

"She doesn't. I married her son, William Turner."

"Ah, William! Tell me, how is the lad? We all miss him, you know."

"He's dead." she said, sadly.

"Oh my. I'm very sorry to hear that, Elizabeth. Good heavens, though. You can't be older than seventeen and you're already married?" he asked, shocked.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I'm considered late to be married in England." she spoke with conviction.

"Forgive me, Missus. We're not as strict as English society here."

"Where is 'here', anyway?"

"Ah, yes. Well, my dear, you're on St. George Island."

"Oh. It's beautiful here."

"We take pride in our home. Say, do you have a place to stay?" he inquired, spotting her bags for the first time.

Oh yes. She would need a place to stay. How could she not have thought of that before? How could Will? Oh, well. Too late to change things now.

"Not as of the moment."

"No you do." He said smiling brightly. "My wife and I were great friends of Marie. My darling Christine loved the woman to death. Was positively petrified when she left for England with Bill."

"Thank you so much, Mr…"

"Hopkins. George Hopkins." He said, extending a hand, which she graciously took.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Hopkins. Your generosity will not soon be forgotten."

"Oh, it's no problem for a Turner. Why don't you have a seat and I'll go get my wife?"

Elizabeth took a seat at a table near the corner and waited for Mrs. Hopkins to show up. Apparently, the Hopkins lived in a relatively large house that was connected to the tavern and in less than half an hour, Elizabeth was already in her new room, bags unpacked and dinner on the stove. Everyone had been so gracious to her and Mrs. Hopkins especially enjoyed her company, since all of her daughters had already moved out and started their own lives. It was a nice change to have to care for someone again.

Over the course of the next month, Mrs. Hopkins taught Elizabeth valuable skills such as cooking, cleaning, and sewing- all things that she had never learned how to do back in Port Royal. Occasionally, the family would speak of Will and when he was born and it made her think of Jack and how much she actually missed him, despite her not knowing him very well.

The Hopkins provided her with clothing and shelter. They had become her second parents. She had many dresses of all different kinds but she always seemed to prefer the pirate garb with which she sailed in and, since St. George was a very pirate-friendly port, the Hopkins did not mind her decision. They even gave her a job in the tavern so she could make her own money to buy things for herself and, out of all the barmaids, she had the highest salary.

One day, she decided to ask Mrs. Hopkins what she knew about Jack Sparrow and what she was told shocked her to the bone.

"Well, not much has been heard about Jack Sparrow since he lost the Black Pearl. News travels fast around here but we did find out that he got himself married to a nice English girl, much like yourself. Her name has been changed from Giselle to even Marguerite so we don't know for sure who she was, except that she had the last name 'Swann', but apparently, he loved her very much." she told Elizabeth, smiling at her interest in pirates.

"What makes you say that?" she gulped.

"Well, Jack wouldn't be the type to get married and since he married her, she must be very special. Not any woman can capture a pirate's heart, Beth (her nickname for Elizabeth). Sure, they get lonely at sea but that's what wenches are for. A pirate marriage only happens on a blue moon. Not everyone can spend their lives with one person. It takes love, trust, and respect to accomplish that." She had explained.

So she really had been married to Jack. Trust. And she didn't trust him. She hadn't trusted him. Well, actually, Will was the one who made her believe that Jack was lying. But still…he loved her. He loved her enough to give up his freedom for her. It made her feel so special inside and yet, so lost because she had no idea where he was and where to go from here. She remembered he had told her she was the pirate king and so she asked Mrs. Hopkins where the pirate king lived. Mrs. Hopkins told her 'Shipwreck Cove' and Elizabeth knew that she would have to go there. It was the only way to set things right. But she would have to wait for the opportune moment. Opportune moment? Now where had she heard that before? Strange…

The next night, Elizabeth left a letter for the Hopkins who had been so dear to her before going to the docks to find passage to Shipwreck Cove. With the money she had earned and saved from working in the tavern, she bartered her way off of St. George's Island and began the journey of her life.

In the morning, Mrs. Hopkins went to wake Elizabeth only to find a small piece of paper on her bed where she should have been. It read:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins,

I'd like to thank you both for your overwhelming help in the past weeks. I want you to know that I am ever grateful for your kindness and generosity. As I'm sure you've guessed, something has come up and I have been forced to leave. Everything is alright. In fact, everything is more than alright as I think I've finally realized what I'm meant to do. Do not worry about me but if you wish to write back, you might find me at Shipwreck Cove. I have some things to take care of.

Thank you for everything.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Swann

Mrs. Hopkins smiled and said a silent prayer for the charming girl she had the pleasure to get to know, running off to tell her husband the news.

Over the past month, Jack had been wallowing over the loss of his beloved Pearl. It hadn't mattered before because then he had Elizabeth yet now, both of his girls were missing. Still, Elizabeth was his priority. He wondered where she was right now and what she was doing. She had to be on land, that much he was sure. Unfortunately, there were seven continents, all made of land, and therefore, he really had no idea where she was.

It was only then that he remembered his compass. Quickly pulling it out, he flipped it open and watched as the needle pointed east. He told the crew to set sail immediately. A few days later, he checked the compass again, just to make sure and, strangely enough, the heading had changed. It now pointed north. Where was she going?

Where are ye going, Lizzie Sparrow?

With that, he ordered the crew to change their course and follow the compass because at the end of that needle, he would find his wife. Hopefully…

A/N: I have to admit, after writing that, I've actually gotten somewhat back into the story. It may or may not have more chapters than I previously stated. It all depends on your reviews!