Chapter Fourteen: Missing Pieces

Trinity sat on her bed. No, not her bed. Their bed. She shared the bed with Jack, the love of her life the father of her child. Her heart ached for Jaden, but she knew Jack would get him back. In her eyes, Jack could do anything.

She had her dress sprawled in front of her, the dress that Kydd had cut up. The front didn't show any signs of damage and the material was still in all it's glory. Trinity ran her hands across red cotton, feeling the texture and remembering old days. She used to wear that dress to get Jack to... well, to seduce the scallywag.

She flipped the dress over, now running her fingers over the corset ribbing in the back. That's what she loved most about it, she didn't have to wear an actual corset. Then she saw it. A huge piece was cute out of the bottom of the dress, revealing the white under cloth. The hole was much too big for Kydd to only have taken that small piece of cloth. "Jack Sparrow!"

Jack came rushing in, boots thumping the deck loudly as he did so. "What is it darling?" His voice was worried, thinking that something else had happened.

"What the hell is this?" She held up the bottom of the dress, the top crumpling to the floor.

Jack's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped. He searched for words but found none. Because of his silence and lack of an excuse, he knew he was in physical danger. "That's...um...a... hole?"

Trinity let the rest of the dress fall to the floor and crossed her arms. "Take off your coat." She demanded with an expressionless face.

"My coat?"

"You heard me, mate. Off with it, or off with your head!" Jack hesitated, slipping the leather jacket off his shoulders. She was going to strip search him. Now that he thought about it, he didn't mind so much. He was still cautious, though. He held it out to her and she quickly snatched it up. Trinity vigorously searched through the pockets, turning them inside out and placing the contents on the bed. She turned her head, glancing at Jack out of the corner of her eye.

"Pat me down, eh?" A smile spread across his lips like wildfire.

Trinity stepped up to him, taking some pleasure in what she was about to do. Her chest was pressed against Jack's, feeling the rise and fall of his quickened breathing. She reached for his belt, tugging his lower extremities closer to hers. One hand holding his belt the other maneuvering down the his chest, under his shirt. She was patting him down, searching for the distinct feeling of too much cloth gathered in one place. His shirt was clean, and so was his pants.

She glanced up at his smirk expression. She had found it. Tightly pressed against his forehead, a sliver of red cloth peered out under his hat. Jack leaned in to kiss her but she resisted, pulling the hat from his head. "Ah hah!" she yelled, holding his hat out of his reach.

He stood still, waiting for his punishment which was inevitable. He closed his eyes and readied himself, tensing his muscles. When nothing came of it, he opened on eye. Trinity wasn't there, and neither was his bandana. She had slipped it from his head without his knowledge and had exited the cabin.

"Cap'em! Port Royal dead ahead!" Gibbs yelled from outside the cabin.

"Low anchor in the usual spot, behind the cliff." He replied joining the rest outside. Trinity wasn't there either.

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Elizabeth paced the cabin feverishly, unsure of what she was doing. She stopped and slumped in the chair beside the bed, not caring about posture at the moment. At her side, on the table, was the leather book Trinity had been see with. She wanted to read it, but was scared of what she might find.

Will entered, closing the door silently behind him. Elizabeth jumped at the sight of another presence, but eased herself when she saw it was only her husband. "We're heading back to Port Royal." he muttered, not noticing Kydd's journal.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, but Trinity assured me it had something to do with the rescue of the children." he sighed, placing his face in his hands.

It hurt Elizabeth to see Will in such pain. She wanted to reach out to him, to hold him and tell him everything would be okay. His hands were covering his view of her. Elizabeth put out her hand and reached for the back of his neck. She couldn't. She didn't deserve to touch him. Her hand snapped back to her lap, and Will looked up. He had started to cry. Elizabeth had never, ever, seen Will cry. Her guilt was raging out of control. This burden was too heavy to bear anymore.

"Will, I have something to tell you." She chirped, not thinking of what she was saying. Reality all came flooding back to her in a moment. She couldn't tell Will the truth. Not now. But Will was staring at her, eyes gazing for questions to answers he so desperately needed. It was written all over her face, but he couldn't read it. "I...I..." she wouldn't let her secret slip.

"What is it, Elizabeth?" he questioned, hoping to pull it out of her.

"I found Kydd's journal!" She wasn't sure whether she should have told him that either. She also wasn't aware of how loud she said it. Her eyes darted towards the book at Will's side. Elizabeth rose from the chair, hoping to make a get-a-way. She backed towards the door, feeling the handle behind her and twisting it open. Once outside the cabin, she backed into something solid. And something mad.

"You... you... I don't even know how to insult you for something like this!" Trinity screamed, wrenching Elizabeth around and stepping as close to her face as she could. She was going for intimidation, and it was working. "How could you!"

"How could you not tell me! Kydd was my friend as well."

"Kydd was no one's friend. He betrayed us all." Trinity scoffed, lowering her voice to a rage-indused whisper.

"What?" Will had stepped out of the cabin, closing in on Elizabeth's space away from him.

"You heard me, Mr. Turner. Kydd was the reason I almost joined Bootstrap Bill at the bottom of Davy Jones's locker. Kydd was the reason we almost didn't get any of the treasure your bride here and I risked our necks for. But he's dead now. And that's his journal." She noticed Will holding said item in his hand. "Give it to me." She barked.

"Ready the long boats." Jack smiled, throwing an arm loosely around Trinity's shoulder. "Prepare to dock, mates. What's going on here?"

Trinity wasn't surprised at Jack's clueless-ness. He always was and would remain to be as blunt as a dull blade. She snatched the book from Will's hands and retreated back to her cabin. She had some things to prepare for her return to Port Royal. Mostly, she just wanted to find a shovel to bury that goddam book.

a/n: surgery went okay. my knee's the size of a grape fruit and i'm going back to physical therapy tomorrow. downside is pain, pain, and more pain. upside is joe, my really hot physical therapist!