Title: Dragonfly

Author: Muse a.k.a. Viorith

Rating: R for sexual content and violence.

Pairing: Will/OFC, Jack/Anna Maria

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Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with PoTC, I'm just playing with them. I do own Sabine. So please ask if you want to play with her.

Summary: Sabine has loved Will since she was 16, but since his eyes were for Elizabeth only, she settled for his friendship. A year after the curse is lifted, Sabine now needs him to teach her the way of the blade so she can avenge her father's death on a man that once called himself his friend.

A/N: "Words in italics inside quotations are spoken in Spanish."

Chapter 21

Sabine felt beyond numb, she felt dead inside. She didn't think she could feel any worse than when she saw her father murdered before her eyes... she had been wrong. She felt alone and hollow, but mostly there was an unbearable guilt. Will had been there for one reason, and one reason alone: her. Had she not dragged him away, the world would still be blessed with his dimpled smile. Jacinto had ordered him burned, but Sabine felt just as responsible as if she had lit the house herself.

It felt like her heart was withering inside her breast, but on the outside there were no signs of any chinks in the armor. She had forced herself to stop crying on the long walks to the pier. There would be plenty of time to mourn Will's death after she avenged it.

She now had two scores to settle. Fortunately for her, she only had one man to kill for both vendettas. Unfortunately, she could only kill him once. She would see to it he would die, and that he would suffer before his death, but the plan for revenge would have to wait. First she needed to figure out a way to keep herself, Elizabeth, and Gezana alive.

She was lead to his ship where her bonds were finally cut so she could climb down the hold. With one man in front, and D'angelo behind her, any escape ideas were impossible. Besides, before she got free, she needed to find out where Elizabeth and Gezana were. She hoped the pirate had been lying back at Oliver's villa, but in her gut she knew he hadn't.

He was a ruthless man, and she had something he wanted. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt there was nothing he wouldn't do to get that from her. He had made that excruciatingly clear.

She was led to the Captain's room and roughly pushed into one of the chairs by D'angelo. Jacinto entered last and closed the door. His dark eyes stared down at Sabine, giving her a once over before turning to his first mate.

"Send the surgeon, then bring our guest up," he ordered.

D'angelo gave a nod and departed, leaving Sabine alone in the room with Jacinto. They stared at each other, hatred blazed in Sabine's eyes, adding a fire that had been extinguished when her father died. In Jacinto's was curiosity. He dropped to rock on the balls of his feet next to the injured shoulder. In one quick motion he ripped the sleeve of her shirt from the shoulder seam to the cuff, exposing the hole left by D'angelo's ball. Dried blood was streaked down her arm, while that around the wound was still fresh as the hole continued to leak.

He touched her shoulder, turning her slightly so he could see it better in the light of the lantern. Sabine placed her top teeth against her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

"The surgeon will dig the ball out. The last thing I need it for you to catch an infection and die before you can tell me where the treasure is."

She turned her head to the left where he still remained. Her eyes slowly focused on him. "I will tell you nothing."

He reached up to cup her face with his hand, but she quickly turned away. The rejection made him chuckle.

"You are so much like your mother. You even look like her," he stood and crossed to his desk where he peaked out the window before he turned back. "I saw her first, but it was Diego that she fell in love with. Just as well I suppose, I never would have put up the coins to buy her freedom. Especially knowing what a whore she was."

The surgeon knocked on the door softly before entering, followed by D'angelo with Gezana and Elizabeth. The latter struggling against the first mates hold every step of the way.

"Sabine!" Elizabeth tried to go to her friend, but D'angelo kept a strong hold on her arm, all but flinging her and Gezana on the couch in the Captain's room.

The surgeon instructed the man that came with him to hold the lantern so he could get a look at the wound.

"The ball is still inside. I'll have to dig it out," he informed Jacinto, then turned his attention to Sabine. "I'll try to be as delicate as I can, but it will hurt."

"What do you want from us?" Elizabeth demanded.

"From you nothing, from her..." he smiled and turned to face the young woman sitting in the chair.

The surgeon heated his tweezers in the flame before inserting them into the bullet hole. Sabine's body tensed. Her jaws clenched together, her hands curled into fists. Tiny inaudible squeaks were the only verbalization she gave to the pain the hot tweezers inflicted.

"Did you know her mother was a whore?" he questioned moving behind his desk and taking a seat. "It wasn't her doing of course. Her master owned a brothel, and she was very beautiful, so naturally she was... very popular. I of course was smart enough not to fall for such a slut but Diego... his heart had always been his downfall."

"What do you want with Sabine?" Gezana demanded.

"Her father took something from me, a map to the most sought after treasure of the world."

"La Samara," Elizabeth supplied on a whispered voice.

"Very good Senora Norrington. Diego took the map and Sabine is going to return it to me. Isn't that right my lovely?"

Sabine's body jerked slightly as the surgeon's tweezers removed the ball from the hole it was buried in. Within a few moments the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Sabine's vision spun and the room swam as her brain threatened to shut down from the pain. Only will power kept her conscious.

"I don't have the map," Sabine forced out through the pain.

Jacinto signed and stood. "I did hope we would be past this with Mr. Turner's death."

The color drained from Elizabeth's face, "Mr. Turner... Will is dead?"

"He died in a tragic fire accident."

Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes and spilled onto her cheeks. Her bottom lip trembled with the effort not to cry. Jacinto observed her reaction, an eyebrow arched upwards.

"So, Sabine, we are back to where we were several months ago. Where is my map?"

The surgeon tied the last knot of the dressing on her arm. He packed his supplies up and waited for the dismissive wave of Jacinto's hand before quickly heading out the door.

"I already told you, I don't have it."

He gave another nod to D'angelo. In the blink of an eye he yanked Elizabeth from her seat and flung her onto the top of the desk. She fought him as best she could, but her struggles ceased when the business end of D'angelo's knife pressed against her neck.

"I will ask you one more time... where is my map?"

"I already told you, I don't have it."

"Very well," Jacinto turned to D'angelo. "Kill her."

"No!"

D'angelo's knife dug into Elizabeth's skin enough for a tiny cut to draw blood in a thin line, but Jacinto held his hand up, stopping him before any real damage was done.

"I don't have the map, but I can tell you how to get there."

A smile spread the pirate's lips, "I knew you were sensible. I just had to use the correct persuasion." He gave a nod and D'angelo released Elizabeth.

With the desk clear, Jacinto unrolled a map. "Where is my treasure?"

Sabine stood from the chair, slightly surprised that her legs were willing to hold her up. She moved to the map, her eyes scanning the different islands of the Caribbean. She had looked at the map some many times as a child and teenager, she could have picked it with her eyes closed, but she saw no need to let Jacinto know she was that familiar with it.

She raised her hand to point to one island, then stopped. Her eyes again scanning the other choices.

"I don't feel I should have to say this, but as a friendly reminder; if you betray me again, one of your friends will pay with their lives. Just like your father and Turner."

"It's on the northeast shore," Sabine placed a long finger on one of the larger islands just north of the Brazilian coast line. Her eyes slowly turned up to meet Jacinto's. "I hope you understand, that when this is over, I will kill you."

"Take them back down to the brig," Jacinto ordered.

~~~

Will heard his name being called from a distance, but it felt like he was in a fog. He tried to ignore it, but there was an urgency that pulled him from the comforts of sleep. A loud groan announced to his waker that his attempts had been successful. With the return of consciousness waited a world of pain. Waves of nausea flowed in a reverse pattern from his head to his stomach, and Will found himself pulled up and turned to his side as water and dry heaves exited his system.

As his stomach contracted he heard voices talking around him, two in particular, both urgently pleading their case to the other. He heard one earnestly say he was too weak and his condition was too unstable to be moved. The other vehemently insisted there was no choice. The second voice sounded familiar, but Will's mind wouldn't let him think through the haze to recognize it.

Once his stomach had relaxed he was lowered to the bed, but before blessed sleep could claim him again her heard his name called.

"Will, please stay awake, I need your help."

He recognized the voice then. His eyes opened to the familiar sight of Commodore Norrington. His face was lit by a lantern sitting on the table by his bed, and the flames dancing in a fireplace.

"Sabine!" he called, his last memories triggered by the fireplace.

The doctor, at least he assumed he was a doctor, tried to push him back down, but met resistance by Will and Norrington.

"She's been taken," Norrington informed.

"Taken by whom?" Will questioned.

"Dante Jacinto," came from the Commodore's lips.

Will's eyes widened. "That can't be."

"I assure you Mr. Turner that it is," Norrington snapped, but immediately regretted his tone. "I'm sorry, it's just… he's taken Elizabeth as well." Norrington turned away to face the fire. He felt the pressure building behind his eyes, and above all else, he didn't want William Turner to see him crying. "We were to leave for our honeymoon when… I was able to track him here, but not before he slipped away again."

Composed once more, he turned back to face Will, only to find the young man wasn't looking at him. He didn't seem to be looking at anything, just staring into the fire.

"When he was in Port Royal he was looking for Sabine. When I arrived here, a woman fitting her description was seen boarding a ship. What does this Jacinto want with her, and why has he taken my Elizabeth?"

At that, the Blacksmith changed his focus to the navy man. "I don't know why he took Eliza—Mrs. Norrington. I can only assume he means to use her as leverage to get Sabine to tell him what he wants."

"And what does he want?"

"The treasure of La Samara," he answered. "And I suspect that once he gets what he's come looking for that Sabine and Mrs. Norrington will no longer be useful."

Norrington pressed his lips tightly together. He had assumed once his dealing with Jack Sparrow were done he would never again be in leagues with a pirate. Will could hardly be considered a pirate, but it was rumored he sailed out of Tortuga with Sparrow, and the treasure of the fabled La Samara was definitely a pirate's treasure.

"I don't know what it is that you and Miss Arroyo have gotten into, or how Elizabeth is mixed up in it, but I need to get her back. I need her back alive and unharmed."

"Mr. Turner please," the doctor insisted when Will threw the covers from his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "You are in no condition to be moving around, let alone sailing on a ship."

Not heeding the doctor's advice he stood. His legs buckled, his vision swam, and bile rose in his throat again. Norrington managed to catch him before he hit the ground, and though his stomach heaved, there was nothing left to come out. He only blacked out for a second, but it was long enough for the doctor to voice his opinion again.

"I must insist—"

"—I'm sorry doctor," was all he offered before letting Norrington help him through the door.

"You have a ship?" Will questioned.

"Aye, docked in the harbor. Do we need to stop and pick up your things?"

"I'm wearing all I have," the Blacksmith answered.

The sun was just making its first peek over the horizon of the waterline. Twice on the way to the docks he blacked out, the second time left his vision slightly doubled. Every objected seemed to have an echo effect to it. He stumbled and would have fallen, if Norrington hadn't been half dragging, half carrying him down the streets.

His head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and throbbed with a pain he had never felt before. Each step was excruciatingly painful, and threatened to send his stomach into a frenzy all over again. Likewise his left arm was kept cradled close to his body, positioned there by a sling the doctor provided. It ached, and walking only made it ache more, but he tried not to focus on the pain.

He cast his mind to Sabine, and Elizabeth and preyed they were both still safe and unharmed and would remain that way until he found them. He wasn't completely surprised that Jacinto had been in Aruba. Oliver informed him that his man followed her, following someone into the less desirable parts of the island. At the time he had his suspicions, but chose not to press Sabine. Now he wished he had.

"How where you able to track him?" Will questioned.

"I knew he was looking for Miss Arroyo, and I knew Miss Arroyo was with Sparrow. All I had to do was track Sparrow's ship. It's not everyday that sailors come upon a ship with black sails. However, now Sparrow has gone one way and it would seem Jacinto has gone the other."

"I know where he is. More directly I know where he's going to be."

Will stopped him. Partially to rest as he let his body sink to the ground and stability, but also to remove his vest. He pulled at the bottom stitching, separating the lining enough to pull out a map and hand it to Norrington.

"What is this?"

"The map to where Sabine is taking Jacinto. The map to La Samara."

Norrington looked over the map, then turned his attention down to the aligning Blacksmith. His forehead was beaded with sweat, his shirt was already dampened down the middle of his back and he panted with exhaustion.

"Where did you get that?"

"I made a copy of the map before she gave it to Jack."

"Mr. Turner—"

"—No."

"William you are not well. You can barely walk, you can't see straight… With any luck now that I know where they are going I will be able to catch up with them, maybe even bet them there and set a trap. What good will you be to them? To me?"

By shear force of willpower, William Turner pushed himself to his feet. "He took Sabine, and he took Elizabeth. I am going with you."

Norrington wanted to disagree further but chose not to. He recognized the look of determination in the young man's eyes. It was the same look he gave to his those in Port Royal who advised him not to go after Elizabeth.

"Come along then," he resumed his post at helping the Blacksmith walk.

~~~

Sparrow checked his compass, then the bearings against the sun's position and the map. A grin spread his lips from ear to ear. The Pearl cut through the water, pushed onward by strong winds from the west. If his luck held through the day and into the night, they would arrive at their destination by the following morning.

"When do you plan on telling the crew what it is we are going to collect?" Anna-Maria asked coming to a stop by the helm.

Jack held his tongue, waiting until both Cotton and his bird were well out of ear shot. He did a quick survey of the deck to make sure no one else was eavesdropping before answering.

"I haven't really decided, luv. I might wait until we are safely back in Aruba before spring that one."

"Have you figured out who's going diving for the treasure?"

Jack turned the map over. 'X' marked the spot, but it marked it over a small lake. There was no way of knowing how deep the lake was, or where the treasure was located under the surface.

"Are you volunteering, luv?" he questioned capturing her chin and giving it a squeeze only to have her bat his hand away.

She gave a cross look before moving off, but Jack didn't take it seriously. He already knew the woman cared for him, as much as he would allow. Instead he turned his eyes back to the map, then stuffed it down the front of his trousers. He would worry about his treasure divers when the time called for it.