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 22

Gezana waited until they were alone again before bringing the tray of food that had been left to her other cellmates. Sabine had collapsed into the furthest corner of the cell and refused to move. She had a look as if she were on the verge of tears, but for whatever reason wouldn't allow herself to cry. Gezana remembered the way the young woman looked when her father was killed. She had hoped Sabine would never have to go through that again.

Elizabeth wasn't fairing much better. "Are you sure he's dead?" she had asked Sabine, and burst into tears when the artist nodded her head. She had just managed to pull herself together, and the elder woman believed that was only so their captors wouldn't see her pain.

Gezana too was grieving his loss. She had always liked and respected Will, and like Diego, had hoped one day to see Will and Sabine wedded. However, she held herself together for the sake of both young women.

"Girls," she set the water pale on the floor, then offered equal shares of the hard tack to the Governor's daughter and the artist.

Elizabeth hesitated, but eventually took her share of the food. Sparse portions of hard tack, salted meat, and water was all she had to eat for her duration as Jacinto's prisoner. They were fed enough food to sustain them, but not enough to give them any sort of energy. What little she had, had been spent fighting the men taking her up to the Captain's room, and learning of Will's death.

There were so many things she had left to say to him. Things she wanted to share with him. She remembered the day he left as if barely an hour had passed. She remembered the feel of his soft lips pressing against hers. She cared deeply for Edward Norrington, and she was sure with time she would learn to love him as he unrelentingly loved her, but never would she feel for a man the way she felt for Will.

Even before he confessed his love over a year ago, he had a power over her. Just his presence had been enough to quicken her heartbeat. While an innocent look from his chocolate eyes was enough to bring the blood rushing to her cheeks in a blush as inappropriate thoughts took root in her mind.

Elizabeth had never taken the time to tell Will exactly what he meant to her after their adventure with Jack. She always meant to, but she always assumed she would have forever to tell him. When her father took ill, and she made the decision to marry Edward, it seemed cruel to confess the depth of her feelings. Again she thought she would have time, after the wound she left on his heart healed.

She thought of his smile and the way his right cheek would dimple under the onslaught of a full grin. She thought of the way his brown eyes were so expressive and open, and how she was able to see everything he was thinking through the window of his eyes. She thought of the way he took his time when he kissed her. Of how he explored her mouth with his tongue, and her body with his hands. She thought of the roughness of his calluses on her delicate flesh and the sensation they created in her core. She thought of the way he would breathe her name out on a sigh, and the tears slid down her cheeks again.

Sabine's body begged to be allowed to sleep, but even drained as she felt, her mind was alive and busy. She tried to think of a way out of the mess she had so deeply delved them into, and not to dwell on Will. She missed him terribly and would for the rest of her days, but her priorities were Elizabeth and Gezana's safety. She had already been the cause of two deaths, she was determined not to be the cause of any more.

"Child," she heard Gezana speak softly as she knelt in front of her. "You must eat."

"I'm not hungry," she stated plainly turning from the food.

"Then that's good, this isn't enough to fill your belly, but you must keep up your strength."

The elder woman tried to comfort Sabine, cupping her cheek only to have her hand slapped roughly away.

"Don't… don't give me your pity," she rebuked using the bars to push herself to her feet.

"I am only trying to comfort you child. I know what he meant to you, and I know that your heart is broken inside."

"I don't want your comfort," she stated struggling to keep the tears at bay. "Comfort is a luxury I can't afford right now."

She knew it just took a second. One flash of a memory of his smile, or the way he smelled, or the sound of his laughter. One brief thought of when she woke to his lips against hers on the Leda, and she would be lost.

"How can you be so cold?" Elizabeth accused, "He meant more to you than he should to me."

"Because I have to," she urged quietly, "We have to get out of here, I have to think of a way to get us out of here, and I can't do that if…" her bottom lip trembled, and the artist quickly squeezed her injured shoulder as a way to divert her attention.

"He was tracking you, by following Jack Sparrow," Gezana advised. It was a conversation she hadn't been meant to overhear. One that was held close to the cell when the guards thought she was sleep.

Sabine closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. I'm so sorry Will… I'm so sorry. With a deep breath she was finally able to pull her thoughts back to the current situation.

"Jack has the map," Sabine admitted in hushed tones, "So there's the chance we shall met him on the island."

"But he won't be expecting anyone else. Jacinto will have the advantage."

"Jack's no fool, he will leave someone to look out, but Jacinto has more men."

"My husband is looking for me," Elizabeth added. She had no physical proof, but she knew Edward. No matter what, he would always come for her. Only death would keep him away.

Sabine shook her head, "Even if he was able to track Sparrow to Aruba, there is no one alive left to tell him where to look."

"He will find me," Elizabeth insisted, "He's done it before."

Sabine parted her lips to tell her the odds of Norrington finding them were frightfully slim, but all talking ceased when their guards approached the cell followed by D'angelo.

Their cell was unlocked. D'angelo entered, wrapped a hand around Sabine's uninjured arm and began dragging her out as if the other women weren't there."

"Were are you taking her?" Gezana demanded.

She reached for Sabine's other arm, but stopped short as the white bandaged reminded her of the injury. Without so much as a reply D'angelo left the room with Sabine in tow. It occurred to her to fight, or resist him, but as there was no way off the ship save for a long swim back to Aruba, she decided against it. She would save that use of strength for a time when it would do her a bit more good.

~~~

Will felt better, but only slightly and only as far as his physical well being. His stomach was still unsettled, but he contributed that more to the choppy water than the blow to the head the ground caused. His vision had finally returned to normal, but his arm still ached from where the support beam had slammed him.

Please keep her safe, Lord, he prayed over and over again. Shortly after arriving in Port Royal, and being taken in by Diego, a young Will Turner used to wonder what his life would be like without the merchantman and his daughter. Now he knew the answer and he didn't want the possibility to become a reality. He didn't want to try to live life without Sabine, he wouldn't even know where to begin.

He knew she was alive. Had anyone asked him how he came upon this knowledge, he wouldn't have been able to answer. It was a feeling in his gut, that wouldn't go away, nor did he want it to. If it did, maybe that meant she was dead.

Norrington had given Will the use of his quarters to rest, but the Blacksmith knew he would find none. He had spent the past few hours trying to find sleep only to have it elude him, so when neither his mind no his body could take anymore he rose and made his way topside.

Norrington was near the stern of the ship. Not at the helm, but near enough that he could grab the wheel from the man there if needed. He conferred with another man, the two of them bent over a map.

The frown that had taken up residence on Will's face deepened when a quick glance to the starboard side of the side didn't reveal clear ocean, but not so far off landscape. As far as he could see ahead of them, they were running parallel to the coastline.

He moved to join Norrington, subconsciously cradling his arm when the movement began to jar the tender muscle.

"Since you insisted on joining us, Mr. Turner, you should be below deck resting. We have no way of knowing for sure what it is we are up against."

"Why are we so close to land?" Will demanded ignoring Norrington's words.

The Commodore, finished the last of his instructions to the seaman, dismissed him, then turned to give Will his full attention.

"The map you gave me, has this island as our destination," Norrington began pointing to the map. "This course, out to the main sea, is most likely the course Jacinto took. He already has half a night jump on us, if we chase him, we'll never catch up until after he's reached the island. This way, we have a chance of beating him there."

"There's something I neglected to mention to you," Will stated and moved to stare out over the water.

He had been debating rather he should tell Norrington about Jack's destination. The two had history, and it wasn't pleasant. Norrington hadn't actively pursued Jack after that faithful day when the dream of Elizabeth became a reality, but Will knew Norrington was just biding his time for the right moment to capture the pirate. He didn't want to betray his friend, but he had to engage any chance of rescuing the woman.

"Jack Sparrow may be at the island when we get there."

Norrington took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, "And why might Sparrow be there? Don't tell me," he stated cutting Will off before he could answer. He opened his eyes and turned to stare ahead of them. "He went after the treasure."

"The plan was for him to return."

"How long ago did he leave?"

"Noon yesterday. He helped us save Elizabeth once…"

"He helped you save Elizabeth because it suited his needs at the time. How did Miss Arroyo get in league with the likes of Sparrow?"

"He promised to help her find and avenge the man that murdered her father. For his services, she promised him the map."

"And how is it that she came by this map?"

"Her father left it to her," he answered plainly. "Beyond that is not for me to tell."

Norrington gave the sigh of a man fighting with everything he had to maintain control, while his world crumpled around him. Will turned to move to the bow of the ship, content to leave him alone with his thoughts when Norrington's voice stopped him.

"She still loves you," he began still staring out into the sea. "She's vowed herself to me, before all of Port Royal, before her father and God, but she still loves you. Do you have any idea what that's like? No matter what I do I will never be more than second in her heart."

Will wanted to deny it. He thought of Sabine and wondered if that was how she felt. That no matter what, she would always be his second choice. That no matter what, she wouldn't be the woman he truly wanted, even if it wasn't true.

"I would be willing to die for her, if she would, but for a moment, look at me the way I've seen her gaze upon you."

He stared at the younger man as if trying to figure out what it was about him that refused to release Elizabeth's heart, even in marriage. Again Will tried to think of words to say to ease the pain that Edward was obviously in, but before he could say a word, Norrington shook off the mood.

"Perhaps if we do meet Sparrow, he can be convinced to assist us… With the proper means of persuasion."

~~~

Only traveling it once before, Sabine was familiar with their destination as he first knocked, then opened the door to the Captain's room. He roughly pushed her inside using his body to block the door should she try to make a run for it.

"Anything else, Captain?"

"No," Jacinto answered and rose from his chair behind the desk. "I will let you know when we are finished."

D'angelo nodded and departed closing the door behind him. Sabine watched Jacinto with untrusting eyes as he moved from behind the furniture.

"Come here," he ordered, surprised when she moved forward.

He finally adjusted his eyes, turning them away from hers to the map splayed open on his desk. "You said this is where the treasure is, yet this is the same island on this map," he unfolded the small parchment that Sabine originally gave to him. "I told you what would happened if you lied."

"I'm not lying," she insisted, "You were looking in the wrong place."

"I was looking in the wrong place because of you." He turned his attention back to the young woman. His eyes were soon followed by his fingers as they stroked the contours of her cheek

"Don't touch me," she ordered. She reached to push his hand away and found her wrist caught in a steel grip by the hand that stroked her cheek a moment ago.

"Such a pretty girl. I would hate for something horrible to happen to such a pretty face. Tell me exactly where the treasure is."

"So you can kill me now?"

"Come now, Sabine. Do you honestly believe you will walk away from this in the end? None of you will make it off the island. It's up to you to decide if death will come by a quick shot, or slow starvation."

"I have told you the treasure is on the northeast coastline, and that is all I will tell you until we arrive there."

Jacinto seized her face, squeezing her cheeks between his hands. "You are trying my patience, girl."

Sabine hit hard, her open palm striking his face and filling the room with the resounding sound of her slap.

"And I told you not to touch me."

Jacinto returned the favor, his blow brought blood to her nose and mouth, and left her sprawled across the desk. Before she could compose herself, he struck again. He wrapped his left hand around her throat, and heaved her fully onto the wooden top. He climbed onto the desk, straddling her hips to keep her legs pinned.

Sabine gasped and clawed at his hand with one of hers, while the other tried to scratch out his eyes. Breath came rushing back to her lungs as Jacinto was forced to release her throat to still her hands.

Sabine screamed as she struggled, ignoring the pain raging through her left shoulder as he trapped her wrist into one powerful grip, then pinned her arms above her head to the desk.

"Scream all you like lass, there's no one here who'll be coming to your aid."

He tired to kiss her lips, but the constant movement of her head made it impossible.

"Your mama struggled too. She struggled the entire time I was in her. Kept pleading with me to stop."

Jacinto was halfway finished unbuttoning Sabine's shirt when he realized she had gone suddenly still. He sat up, making sure she hadn't passed out. Her head was turned to the side, her dark eyes staring out the window at the sea.

He grabbed her breast, and squeezed hard, eager to renew her struggles. All he got was her jaw clenching from the effort not to vocalize her pain.

Disgusted, Jacinto dismounted, "You whore," he stated, then spat on the floor.

Outwardly she made no effort to move, but on the inside Sabine was screaming with relief. She had remembered something Gezana told her about men when a rapist had terrorized Port Royal. She couldn't recall all of it, but there was something about the rapist only picking women that would fight back. Gezana told her it was the struggle, and the act of dominating them. Fortunate for her, it seemed Jacinto subscribed to the same desire.

"D'angelo!" within two seconds of being summoned the man opened the door. "Take her back to her cell."

"Aye, Captain."

Again, the first mate wrapped a meaty paw around Sabine's arm and dragged her off the desk and from the room. Neither First Mate, nor Captain saw her palm the dagger like letter opening that had been trapped beneath her body.