Chapter Eight:

(A.N. Alright Mateys. You win. He LIVES!)

Will coughed. Water. Warm water. He opened his eyes, as the water began going into his mouth again. Thankfully, it was dark where he was, but still, everything was a blur.

"Just drink it matey." A familiar voice said. "Just drink it."

"Mumph." The warm water went down his throat again, and he coughed, this time harder.

Jack, who had been trying to get Will to drink the warm water with one hand, and holding up the blacksmith with the other, got it full in the face. "Curses!" In surprise he dropped both Will and the bowl of water.

Will grunted as his head hit hard wood. It was a shock, and it helped cleared his mind a little, making him blink his eyes a couple of times. What he saw, was a perturbed Jack Sparrow wiping his face with his sleeve. "Where-" Will tried to sit up, but found that his arms and legs didn't respond at all.

Jack glanced at Will. "About time." He mumbled, leaning over and picking up the bowl to dip it into the bucket of warm water.

Will glanced around. Everything still smelled of the sea, and the hard board beneath him told him he was on ship. Off to his right he saw bars, and to his left he saw a wall. The air not only smelled of the sea, it stank of something between rotting meat and body-sweat. "Where-"

"In the brig." Jack said nonchalantly, he had the water in the bowl again, the rim of it next to Will's lips. "Aboard this cursed ship Revenge."

Will tried drinking the water, but it was like his throat couldn't remember how to swallow. So, he coughed it out again.

"Damn-mit Will." Jack said wiping his face. "I don't my face washed! Here. This time just hold it in your mouth."

Will did as he was told and just let the water moisten the inside of his mouth. He felt incredibly weak and parched.

Jack watched Will carefully, he didn't want his friend to accidentally drown. "Just our luck." He mumbled. "We are shipwrecked, adrift for days, and who to pick us up? The devil himself. That bloodsucker Travis."

"What do you think they'll do with us?"

Jack shrugged, then looked at Will with surprise. "You swallowed matey!"

Will blinked.

"Here, have some more." Jack held the bowl up to Will's mouth again. "I knew you'd pull through this. You're a pirate at heart. Dat ye are."

Will gulped down some more water. "What's going on? Did they steal the treasure?"

"If they did they already stashed it somewhere." Jack looked over at the small porthole in the side of the ship. "She's traveling high in the water."

"Can you tell where we're going?" Will asked. He was getting his fight back, and the intense need for water had also been awoken at the first few gulps.

"I don't know. Westward. Easy matey." Jack stopped Will as he tried to drink a very large gulp. "If you don't drink slowly you'll just hurl it and that's not any good."

Will could feel that he was getting better already, but was grateful to lean back again.

"Just get a few winks." Jack said. "Then, when you wake up you can have some more water."

"Yeah." Will mumbled, closing his eyes, and letting himself go back into the dark seas of deep sleep.

***The Governor's Mansion***

***Dear Commodore Norrington.

First let me congratulate you on your promotion to the Island of Dominica. I hope you find your command position pleasing, and that the natives have not given you any inconvenience.

I am sorry that I could not have sent you a letter in easier times, but it is a matter of dire emergency. The new Commodore here is a Mr. Janson. He has accused my husband, Will, of piracy. These accusations are false, and I believe Commodore Janson is guilty of foul play in these matters. He came barging into my home without a warrant, and arrested Will without any presented reason. Janson now wants to send Will to the hangman, and I am exceedingly fearful that Janson has appointed a crooked court. If you could, I would be forever grateful if you could visit my father and I. I am sure you will also come to see the misuse of power and behavior unbecoming of an officer of her Majesty's Navy.

Forever Grateful,

Elizabeth Swan Turner. ***

Elizabeth folded the letter with the same grace she always did. Easily, she put it into an envelope and sealed it. She hadn't mentioned Jack Sparrow, but that was probably for the better. The former Commodore and Jack never truly got along. Actually, they didn't get along at all, but that was natural since Jack was a pirate and he was a Commodore.

Getting up, she walked down the stairs to the front door of the mansion. She handed the letter to the messenger, who had already been given his instructions by the butler. Elizabeth watched quietly as the messenger left, and she stood in the great doorway of her father's mansion. The usual hustle and bustle of the streets were not uncommon, however, the two red-coated soldiers coming toward the house WAS.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?" She asked, as soon as they were to the doorsteps.

"We have been ordered to bring Mrs. Turner to the Commodore immediately." One of them asked briskly.

Elizabeth stiffened. "Why? I haven't done anything."

"You are under house arrest Mrs. Turner." The other soldier said. "As such you have been summoned to be questioned."

"By who?"

"Commodore Janson."

Elizabeth shivered. Why did she have to be tormented by THAT devil?

***Janson's Office***

Elizabeth sat quietly in the chair opposite the Commodore Janson's desk. She sat upright, crisp, silent, and poker-faced. She kept repeating to herself that if she kept her cool, didn't let her temper flare, and didn't give any information the man couldn't hurt her. However, his mere presence in the room made her skin crawl, much like seeing a tiger crouching across from her she felt the instinctual urge to flee.

"I want to ask you a couple questions." Janson said ever coolly.

"What is it?" Elizabeth asked stiffly.

"Before your husband was captured, did he tell you anything out of the ordinary?"

Elizabeth frowned at Janson. It was some sort of trick, but what could she do? "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Did he ever tell you about his plans?"

Elizabeth bristled. "He never made plans! If he did, he wouldn't tell me anyway! BUT he wouldn't make plans in the first bloody place!"

Unperturbed by Elizabeth's flare of emotion Janson flipped through several papers on his desk. "According to these papers, your husband stole a ship from Her Majesty's royal navy. Is this true?"

"Yes."

"Did he tell you that he would then?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? Will is innocent. When he did steal that ship it was to rescue ME!" Elizabeth half-way stood up in her chair.

"Do not raise your tone of voice to me Mrs. Turner." Janson said calmly. He could feel her anger and frustration, and he loved playing with her emotions.

Elizabeth sat back down, wringing her hands together.

"You realize your husband is now wanted dead or alive, and that if you help us in his capture you could have your name cleared?"

"I will never help you." Elizabeth growled. "I am his wife. I know he's innocent, and that you are a filthy liar who has accused him wrongly." By the time she had finished the sentence she was again standing up, but this time she was shouting. However, so had Janson.

Without thinking about it twice, Janson backhanded her across the face.

Elizabeth fell back into her chair, stunned. Carefully, she reached her hand up to feel her burning cheek.

Janson watched as the woman's mind wheeled. Fist he saw shock, disbelief, and then anger. The woman's eyes blazed with fiery anger and hate that again reminded him of a wild horse. "That was to defend my honor." Janson said shakily. He wasn't shaky from anger, disbelief, or anything of the sort, but rather excitement. He admitted he was a sick man, it was the only way he dealt with himself, and sometimes he was proud of it. Janson sat down again, pretending to look at the papers again. "It is clear I will not get any answers from you. Your lack of cooperation will be put into the report. Now, leave my office at once."

Elizabeth was only too glad to cooperate. She got up, trembling with anger, and reached to open the door, except it swung open with it's own. In stepped a soldier.

"I have a message sir, from the docks."

Janson looked up. "Very well." He turned to Elizabeth. "Good day Mrs. Turner." Elizabeth didn't respond, she only walked out the door, and slammed it behind her.

Elizabeth started walking down the hall. She was still so mad she couldn't get any words out, fury. The man was toying with her. What could she do? She didn't have any idea what was going to happen next she was incapable of doing- What was she talking about? Of course she was capable of doing something. The messenger had come from the docks, perhaps Janson was planning to go after Will himself?

Walking back to the Commodore's office door she leaned down, and pressed her ear to the wood. The voices were slightly muffled but she could still hear them.

"The ship is ready Sir." The soldier said.

"Very good. Did they talk about the sea-weed?" Janson asked.

Elizabeth frowned. Seaweed?

"Yes sir." The soldier said haltingly. Obviously he thought it was strange also. "They said that the seaweed has been delivered."

"Very good."

"And they also mentioned that they have captured the Sea King and Zeus." The soldier said.

Elizabeth knew it was in code. She didn't have any idea what the seaweed was, but she could only guess that the Sea King and Zeus was Will and Jack. Her heart beat was speeding up again.

"That is incredibly good. Did they-"

There was a pause. Elizabeth tried to listen harder, but she couldn't hear anything, perhaps they were whispering.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Elizabeth stared up into the evil eyes of the Commodore.

"Nosey little brat aren't you." Janson asked.

Elizabeth caught her breath, and then tried to scramble away. But Janson was too quick.

Janson grabbed the woman's arm, his hand easily circling her tiny wrist. "I'm afraid you will have to stay this time." He said coldly.

Elizabeth tore at his grasp with her fingernails, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"Do you want me to put her in the jail?" The soldier asked, still surprised by his commanding officer's actions toward a high-standing lady.

"No no." Janson said. "That wont be necessary. I'll take care of this. Be on your way."

The soldier saluted. "Yes sir." He left.

Elizabeth stared up into Janson's eyes, finally letting herself feel fear.

"You heard all of that didn't you." Janson said, smiling. "That means I'll have to take you with me doesn't it?"

Elizabeth squirmed.

"Very well my dear girl." Janson said. "You will soon be reunited with your husband. For tonite, we sail to meet him in the ship called Angel of Death."

To BE CONTINUED!

(A.n I'm going on another trip hope you stick around I'll be back next week, hope you enjoy!