AN: Whoo... another main character gets his sin. This is a weird and prolly thought to be unusual
sin for him. But if you watch the movie like I do, I can see it in his eyes. Either that or my mind is
different.....this coming from the girl who yelled during the scene when Will says to Elizabeth "I
should have told you since the moment I met you....I love you." Well I happened to shout "I love
Jack" for him at that moment....heheh....that would make a good fic.....

Dedication: Sorry Nor, I knew you wanted this to be different, mebbe an alternate version?

Disclaimers: Moo

The Sin and the Sea
Part 5: Will
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It was love that made me follow an insane pirate captain on this crazy adventure. It was love that
made me help steal...commandeer the Interceptor, and it was love that made me use that oar
against someone who had shown himself to be nothing but an ally on this trip.

But I don't think it was love that was with me in the captain's cabin on board the Interceptor that
night after leaving Jack to deal with Barbossa and his men. And I don't think that it was love that
guided my hand that night.

But it confuses me.

I know that I love her, Elizabeth. I know it with my entire being. I respect her and I worship her.
But that night I received many blows to my mind concerning her, Jack Sparrow, and my father.
First it was the thought of me being used as leverage just for that daft pirate to gain his ship back,
then it was me actually doing a violent action against him who I had begun to view as my friend.
Another shock to my system was the full realization of who my father was and what he really did,
I needed to square with the blood that ran through my veins. It wasn't Elizabeth that Barbossa
had wanted. It had been me.

Then the biggest blow had came when I was wrapping her hand after the entire ordeal. The
callouses on my fingers from my work at the smithy had scraped her delicate hands. And that led
to her to grasp my hand and bring it close to her.

The thought of the close proximity of my hand to her breasts had made my heart stop and breath
hitch. My mind slowed for an instant, wondering what it was that she wanted. She was a proper
lady and had never shown any wanton actions before.

But the confusion was chased away by a very different feeling.

Respect of her womanhood be damned, I wanted her more than anything at that moment. Just to
move my hand closer and rest it against the soft flesh that I knew the hideous dress that Barbossa
had given her hid. It was closest that I had ever been to her person and now I wasn't think of
loving her 'til the end of time. I just wanted to touch her.

I wanted to feel the soft white skin that had taunted me, showing just enough to incite, but still be
hidden underneath the stiff dresses. I didn't care at that moment if she loved me or not, I just
wanted to touch her.

Later after that rush of emotions had died down, I was shocked. How could I, who championed
to be the perfect honorable gentleman for her, feel that way for her, as if she was a mere object.
But it was just a pure animalistic feeling that ripped through my mind at the moment that she had
taken a hold of my hand.

Closer, closer she brought it to her chest, whilst my mind believed its destination was lower, she
stopped just short. Then the medallion was revealed.

I knew that she didn't mean it to seem as it had. She was too innocent to commit an action like
that. Oh how I wanted it to be that way though.

At that moment I hated that coin.

I felt as if it were the reason my thoughts had turned so deviant. It was the reason that I lost my
father, Jack lost his ship, Elizabeth had lost blood, Norrington lost his pride. This one coin was
causing so much chaos amongst us that it had to be the reason my lust overrode my love. Love
was stronger I know that.

But then the memory of her drawing my hand so close...

No, I loved her. I had to. Why would I waste most of my life away over just a silly infatuation?

Well, would you do anything for her? I asked myself.

Yes of course I would. I am here aren't I?

Would you give her up if she asked, in order to make her happy?

Yes! Though it would pain me forever, I'd still be content if she was happy.

Would you die for her? That question sounded much like the voice of Jack.

Yes, I would. Just like I promised.

Would you forsake her virtue in order to have her just one night?

Yes! ....wait, no! My mind was turning against me. How could I answer yes to that? No I am a
respectable man, I wouldn't touch her until after our vows were said and the white wedding gown
lost its stiffness from a night of reception and dancing. Only then.

But god. That memory of her small soft hands, one bound, guiding my hand. I could feel how in
one moment I had enough air, then it was gone. Time froze as this new feeling washed over me. I
just wanted to forget for a moment, my role of knight in shining armor and feel pleasure instead.

And in my darkest of dark recess of my mind, I had one thought, that brings a tidal wave of shame
now. I had just for one moment wished that she wasn't Elizabeth Swann, daughter of the
Governor of Port Royal, and that she were just Elizabeth, common whore by way of Tortuga.
Because then touching her would be permissible, and the thought of wanting her like that
wouldn't bring the red shame that comes now.

I don't know how to feel anymore.