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Forgot my disclaimer. Here it is: I own diddly, got it? Nothing. Unfortunately. Sigh.



Okay, here goes.



Chapter 2

Elizabeth was in her room, as the moon rose higher and higher into the sky. She was quite depressed. Then again, who wouldn't be? Destined to marry a hated man while the man she loved was so far out of her reach now. Further more, Jack Sparrow, her friend (she had to admit he was a friend) was to be hanged. "What a lovely day," the young woman thought sarcastically, and stood. No matter what her father said, she was going to go see Will.

Will, as well, was not in the best of moods. Though he was now free, there were several guards standing outside the door of the blacksmith shop. Yes, they knew he would try and rescue Jack. And the worst of all, Elizabeth was to wed the commadore. Damn the bloody man to hell.



A soft rapping on the door roused him from him dark, gloomy thoughts. The door was opened, most likely by a guard, and Elizabeth stepped inside.Will's eyes lit up at the sight of her, and they softened, no longer angry at all. She looked quite confused at the moment, as to the patrol outside the shop. Will smiled, then swallowed, then smiled again, wondering how stupid he looked.



"Will! Whyever are you being watched so closely?" she blurted out. All right, it was a terribly stupid thing to say, and she knew it was due to Jack, but Will didn't pick that up. "I'm very glad to see you," she added. "And I'm sorry about what happened today."



"Elizabeth, it was not your fault in the least. Not at all. Aye, it was all my fault... I could not let Jack hang."



"I understand," she replied quietly.



"And anyways," he continued, determined that she would not feel guilty, or bad in any way at all, "You saved my life, you know." And destroyed it, he thought, partially.



Elizabeth only nodded, and he could see her sorrow. He knew how she despised the commadore, how marrying him was the least of what she wanted. "And I'm sorry," he murmured gently, stepping towards her.



"Will-" she began, but he laid a finger on her lips. "Shh, Elizabeth," he hushed her. And for a moment she thought he might kiss her.



But he didn't, because at that moment, something seemed to strike him. Perhaps being so close to her, so close to pressing his lips upon her soft ones. Whatever the reason, he stepped away, lowered his hand from her lips, and drew in a sharp breath.



"Will?" she questioned.



"I'm fine, Miss Swann," he told her, and once again, his tone was formal. He watched her carefully, and her face fell, and he immediately felt terrible. He could-- just one- it wouldn't hurt... no, but it would. She was engaged now, he reminded himself, and even one kiss could ruin her reputation.



"Well, Mr Turner, perhaps I should be leaving. My father may be wondering where I am," Elizabeth said curtly, and turned, flouncing out the door. This may have looked comical, in her mens shirt and baggy pants that she wore to hide her identity, but it did not look funny to Will, because Elizabeth Swann was walking away from him.



In the dungeons, Jack Sparrow was waiting patiently to be rescued. Perhaps another dimwitted boy with dreams of saving his bonnie lass would come along and use- what had Will called it? Leverage. That was the one.



"Eh, wot are you- augh!" A guard toppled down the stairs.



"Young William, have ye come to save me once again, lad?" Jack called. It was a mistake. The man who descended the stairs was most definitely not Will. He was perhaps two feet taller, muscle piled upon muscle, tattooed from head to toe.



"If'n it ain't Jack Sparrow."



"I always meet the most interesting fellow's from my past here," commented Jack. "Hello, Barrin, mate."



"Captain Barrin, you ass," snarled the man.



"Right, then it's Captain Jack. Don't ferget the cap'n, eh? You know how it feels." Jack grinned. "Wot is the captain of the Seastorm doing down here?"



"None of your business, swine."



"Captain-" Jack cut himself off, and he eyes widened. "Eh, Will, lad, y'might want to be going."



Will had appeared behind the man. "Why?" he questioned, then immediately knew the answer as Barrin lunged at him.



The sword fight began. Will was much quicker, fleeter of foot, but strength belonged to Barrin. The metal blades clashed together. Will parried one stroke, then yelled in pain as a dagger, from Barrin's other hand, ripped into the flesh of his leg. Will flinched, and Barrin hit him over the head. The blacksmith passed out.



"Will!" No, it was not Jack who gave such a distressed cry. It was Elizabeth, who was now standing where Will had been only minutes ago.



"Elizabeth, miss Swann, m'dear, grand t'see you. Did you bring the navy to save me? No? Bloody girl, then why are you here?" Forgetting about Will for the moment, the captain paused and grinned. "Ah, you wanted to spend a bit of time with ol' Captain Jack before he gets the noose, eh?"



Elizabeth chose to ignore this comment. She found herself ignoring most everything Jack said these days. She didn't have much time to react though, because Barrin sudenly caught interest.



"Miss Swann? Elizabeth Swann?" At this, he sheathed his sword and swooped towards Elizabeth, catching her arm. "Good day, miss Swann. We've been lookin' fer you."



"Did I say Swann? I meant...Bwann. They're distantly related, y'know. Long time again. Confusing mishap with Jack Bwann, the cutest of the family, someone mistook his B for an S and then, well, they were the Swann's."



"How long were you on the island for again?" Barrin asked, then slapped the struggling Elizabeth. "Quiet girl." He bound her hands with some cloth, gagged her, and slung her over a shoulder. "Good day, cap'n Jack."



"Bloody pirates," Jack muttered.



There! Don't worry, Liz won't be girly the whole time. She'll kick butt next chapter. What do you think? Decent? Please R&R!