Disclaimer: Do I own PotC? Uhhhhh....I wish. No, really I do *wink wink*. Geez, I own PotC and I was part of the LotR crew. Actually, im just the average person who is pretty broke at the moment because I spent all my shrapnel, with a bandaged hand from being attacked by a selotape dispensor and a cactus ALL IN ONE DAY (as you can understand, I stayed away from the rose after that) Ho-hum. No, I don't own nething...


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Whoosa. I got like four comments! *eyes fall out of head* When I saw them I though they were all flames, but I was amazed! Thankyou so much guys! And yeah, I tried to keep everyone in relative character.....


Ghettopixiesticklover-

Thanks for the review!!!


Lemluvspirates-

O/C means other character or Own Character I thinkums. Hehe but I might not. Just a theory. It will be later.


Skyler Vondetton-

Hehe If I made you laugh I hope you kinda like the end then ;) Thanks! I was trying to make Jack in Character.


Romance lover-

Here it is, enjoy XD


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When Will woke up the next morning, his whole upper body was abnormally cold. He sleepily slid his hand over the side of the bed, and found that the blankets were pushed back to his stomach, and on his right side, the sheet only covered his knee and below. He frowned as he felt the coarse material of his trousers come in contact with his hand, -he hadn't been able to find any sleeping garments so he had settled with a pair of trousers before he had climbed over the nearly sleeping Elizabeth, and curled her up next to him. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and fast.


Elizabeth.


He had no idea where she was, and in an instant he was sitting bolt upright. He scanned the dimly lit room, until his eyes rested on the small form of his wife lying in a heap on the floor in the corner. He very quickly stumbled out of bed, and within seconds he reached her side, dropping to his knees.

He carefully lifted her limp form half into his lap, and gently stroked her hair. She wasn't unconscious, as he though, but he cursed softly when he saw she was deathly pale and trembling uncontrollably from cold and what else he knew not what of. He cradled her head in his palm, and she opened her eyes slowly, and weakly, giving him the impression that her eyelids were very heavy to her.


"Will, I think im going to be sick," she breathed, closing her eyes once more, and he swore that she went another shade paler than she had been previously. Will carefully scooped her up into his arms, where she lay almost lifelessly from fatigue, and quickly made his way to the deck.


"Just hold on Elizabeth," he said softly, almost running up the stairs. Once on the deck, he carried her to the railings, ignoring the concerned looks he was getting from the crew members, especially Anamaria, before he heard her bark at them to get back to work. He gently set her down, holding onto her carefully as she leaned overboard and emptied the contents of her stomach. Will kept one arm around her waist, and his other hand supporting her shoulder and keeping her long hair from falling into her face.


When she had finished, she leaned backwards and looked up at him, giving him a shaky smile. Her face was still an unnatural shade of white, and as she went to sit down, her legs gave out from beneath her and she fell against her husband, who caught her and pulled her into a gentle hug. She couldn't believe how weak she had grown, and was thankful now more than ever that she had married Will, not Commodore Norrington. While she would have had several maids to assist her back at home, the little things that Will did for her, like holding her hair from her face and just being there full stop when she felt so violently ill and vunerable couldn't be fufilled anywhere else. She grimaced at the thought- Norrington would probably stay away from her if she was ill, or leave her to her own devices. She sighed softly, and listened to the soft rumble of her husbands voice in his chest as he spoke to her.


"What was wrong?" she heard him ask her. Lifting her head from his chest momentarily, she pondered the thought.


"I felt sick, I was making my way to the deck," she said in a soft voice, "you looked tired, I didn't want to wake you." she rested against him gently again, and raised a hand to toy with his rapidly lengthening hair, and she smiled when she heard his reply.


"If you felt that sick, you should have woken me up," he said to her, sliding his arms around her slender body, and looking down at her. "What are you smiling about?" he asked with mock sterness, leaning back against the deck.


"I was just thinking, if they had suceeded to....." she hesitated "kill....you.. And I had been forced to keep my word and marry Norrington. He would never do this for me- he probably would have told me not to wake him no matter how bad I felt," she smiled, and slid her arms tightly round his neck.


"Thankyou," she murmered softly in his ear, but before he had a chance to reply, Jack burst out the door of his cabin.


"What the Bloody 'ell is all this racket," he slurred, obviously still drunk. The pair on the deck both jumped, and turned to look at Jack, who raised his eyebrow at them.


"Oh, so ye finally decided to join us, Mrs Turner?" he said, before turning and uncerimoniously passing out in his doorway. One of the crew pushed him inside and shut the door. When he got a mixture of shocked and amused looks from Will and Elizabeth, he merely shrugged and continued on with his work.

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