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: It has been brought to my attention that Commodore Norrington's first name is James (THANKS DAISY!). At any rate, from this point on I will be changing his name from Edward to¼ you guessed it¼ James. I will also go back and make corrections in previous chapters. Sorry for the confusion!

Chapter 25

"You hit her?" Anna-Maria questioned completely shocked.

When Will carried an unconscious Sabine aboard the Pearl, the other female pirate had assumed the worse. She feared either Jacinto had injured her, or the Dengue fever had returned. Her jaw had all but hit the proverbial floor when the young man revealed why she was unconscious.

"I had to hit her, I even told her I was going to hit her," Jack stated.

Sparrow turned from the helm to glance over his shoulders at the Revenge following silently behind him. It was an odd sight¼ a British ship, trailing a pirate ship and not trying to bring it about.

He half suspected Norrington to either attempt to arrest him when they returned to the ships, or re-neg on the offer and sail away to Port Royal. There was nothing stopping him. Jack had allowed Elizabeth to board her husband's ship, and the two crews had been kept separate.

He figured Norrington to be a man of his word, and he was proving to be just that. Jack had suggested a quick stop at Tortuga. James had objected, but did agree to follow the pirate to the lawless island before they completed the journey to Port Royal. It impressed the pirate, not an easy task. If it were he that was to lose his ship, he would have run at the first possible moment.

Of course Jack had no intention of stripping the Commodore of his ship, or returning to Port Royal. He wanted the ship to be certain. The Revenge had been drafted into service after the British relieved it from the French. It was a small ship, but it was fast, almost rivaling the Pearl for speed. Besides, everyone knew French vessels, were the sturdiest to be had. Still to seize the Revenge Jack would have to go back to Port Royal, a place he had barely escaped from the last time and had no intentions on returning to. Or he would have to maroon, Norrington, Elizabeth, and the rest of the crew somewhere.

Norrington had let Jack go a year or so back, and he had not given chase. There was an understanding between the men. A kind of mutual respect. They would never be friends, or anything remotely close, but it seemed they were no longer enemies, and Jack had every intention of keeping it that way.

Life as a pirate was daring enough without Norrington actively hunting him down. He would have let him bare off to Port Royal already, but he wanted the company of Sabine and Will, before he unloaded them to the naval ship and sent them back home. The pirate's life, wasn't for either of them, regardless of who their parents were.

"What are you going to do about him?" Anna-Maria questioned nodding back to the ship.

"The man almost lost his wife," Jack stated simply as if it explained everything.

His answer brought a smirk to Anna-Maria's lips, "You're not going soft on me, are you Captain?"

"On the contrary, luv," the pirate replied with a grin meant to be seductive.

"And what about Sabine?" Anna-Maria questioned. The lustful gleam in Jack's eyes dulled, but didn't disappear completely. "What are you going to do about her? I am sure she still wants revenge for her father."

Jack sighed. He returned to the wheel and made minor adjustments to their course after studying the waning sun. "You know as well as I that Sabine wouldn't last against Jacinto. He's a seasoned pirate. He's been killing people before she was born."

"He's old," Anna-Maria pointed out, "Old men make mistakes."

"He's forgotten more about sword fighting than that young girl will ever know."

"She's not a girl, Jack."

"She might as well be," he snapped. His voice was loud enough to grab the attention of the crew, but they knew better than to try to stick their noses in where they didn't belong. "She hasn't earned this life, Anna."

"And the rest of us have?" she demanded softly. "None of us chose the life of piracy, it was the only thing available to us. Through the right of birth, or the hands of fate, this was our saving grace. Somewhere along the lines, someone said the same thing about you. Yet here you are. Piracy gave you an option of life other than starving to death and wasting away in the gutters of London."

"Sabine is better than that," Jack insisted, "She doesn't deserve this."

Anna-Maria smiled. Always so careful not to show affection in public, she didn't stay her hand when it reached and caressed the pirate's face. "None of us deserve this life, but, we must play the hands we are dealt, no matter how it may seem to not suit us. The same goes for Sabine. No matter how much you and Will try to guide her path, she is the one that has to make the choice."

The wind picked up, and Anna-Maria moved around Jack to assist Hoyt and Burns in adjusting the sail. Jack looked after her for a moment before casting his attention to the setting sun. In his gut and his head, he knew Anna was right. Everyone had to make their own way, included Dragonfly. She would have to make her own path, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to sway her as much as possible.

Will sat on the bed, wiping the sweat from Sabine's brow and neck with a damp cloth. The events played in Sabine's head like images from a picture book. She remembered leaving the ship and stabbing the man. She remembered running up the mountain and Jacinto. The shot that brought Gezana down echoed in her head like a canon blast, and sent her bolting up in bed.

"I've got you, you're safe," Will assured her.

"Gezana?" she questioned fearing the worse.

Will smiled softly and caught the falling tear on the tip of his finger, "She's fine. The surgeon is tending to her, but he promises she will be alright."

They stared at each other for what could have easily been hours. Neither wanted to look away. For his part, Will couldn't stop touching her. He ran his finger down her cheek, tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. He touched her arm and her hands until he laced their fingers together.

Sabine felt like it was the first time she was seeing him again in years. He looked so different, yet he looked the same. The depth of his brown eyes, were as open, clear and honest as they had always been, and for the first time she could see the love shining in them. His skin seemed darker than it had before they left Port Royal, but his smile was the same. She squeezed his hand and his lips split into a dimpled grin.

Then his eyes began to flicker down to her lips. They would return to stare into her eyes, but each diversion grew longer than the last until he leaned forward. Sabine met him halfway, shutting her eyes when they touched. Their lips pressed hard against each, until Will took her bottom lip between his.

His hands released hers to capture her face. His tongue pushed until her mouth opened to him. He kissed her hard, eating at her mouth as if to devour her from the lips down. Sabine could feel the tender flesh bruising under the onslaught but didn't dare to stop it. Only a few hours ago did she think she would never feel his lips again.

"I thought I had lost you," Will sighed when he finally came up for air. He pressed his forehead against hers. His fingers still tangled in her hair and massaging against her scalp. "I thought I had lost you," he repeated.

Sabine pulled back so she could gaze into his eyes again. Her fingers explored his face, memorizing the contour and texture. They received butterfly kisses as they passed over his lips.

She tried to hold back, but tears sprang to her eyes as she softly confessed, "He told me you were dead." She tried to smile, but her bottom lip continued to tremble. "The house was on completely consumed by fire. It thought you were dead."

"Somehow I managed to get out before it was too late."

"And Oliver?"

Will shook his head and sealed his eyes for several moments out of respect for the dead. He opened them when he felt Sabine's hands pull from his and her weight leave the bed. He watched her pacing in the small confines of the room. He had hoped they could postpone the conversation but it looked like it was waking on the horizon.

"I hate him," she spat with venom, "He's destroys so much life, it is not right that he lives while others don't."

"Sabine—"

"—I know what you're going to say," she interrupted, "But you know I'm right. He's done this, all of this in the name of treasure, claiming it is his right because of what my father did to him. What did Oliver do, or Elizabeth, or Gezana?"

"I agree," Will stated plainly and caught his friend off guard.

"You do?" she questioned and came to a stop in front of him.

"Yes, which is why I agree with Jack's decision to kill him in a month."

Sabine made a disgruntle noise and resumed her pacing. "It is not for Jack to do, I was the one he wronged."

"Sabine… Sabine stop," Will stood and blocked her path, catching her arms when she tried to move around him. "You are not ready to take on someone like Jacinto. He would run you through before the fight even began."

"I'm ready," she insisted, "I've trained with you, I've trained with Jack—"

"Sparring and practicing are one thing, you've never been in a real duel before. Everything is different, the rules are different."

"Jack already told me that."

"Did he tell you what it's like to kill a man?"

"He didn't have to," she answered. This time it was he that was thrown off center. "This isn't my blood, Will," she informed gesturing to the dried blood on her shirt. "I stabbed a man today. I took a man's life."

"The way I see it, he didn't give you much choice," he comforted.

"But I still killed him," she concluded. Drained, she dropped to the bed. She took a deep breath and smoothed her hair back before looking up to Will's eyes. "I can't keep running from him," she insisted, "I can't keep running. And I can't let someone else fight my battles."

"This isn't just your fight. If you fight him and he kills you, he will still come after Jack because of the treasure."

"And what if Jack loses? You think he won't come after me?"

"Jack won't lose," Will answered with certainty.

Will knelt in front of her. He took her hands and clutched them in his kissing the backs reverently. He looked wounded as he stared into her eyes. There was a deep pain there that choked Sabine. Tears in her eyes swelled up to echo the ones staining his cheeks.

"I know how you felt when you thought I was dead, because it is the same way I felt when I woke in Aruba to find Jacinto had taken you. I was terrified I would never see you again."

"Will—"

"—Just hear me out," he interrupted placing a finger against her lips. "I love you. Do you understand? I love you. I thought I lost you once, I couldn't bare to do it again. Come back to Port Royal with me. We can have a life together."

"I don't think I can live in Port Royal," she confessed.

"We can go anywhere," he assured and captured her face between his hands, "London, Paris, Spain, it doesn't matter."

Sabine shook her head, tears spilling from her eyes. She tried to pull away from Will, but he refused to release her. "I don't… I don't know what I want anymore."

"I want you," he stated with conviction. "I love you, Sabine."

"And Elizabeth? Do you still love her?"

"Yes," he confessed, "But it's changed. I want her to be happy, and I care for her still, but I'm not in love with her… I'm in love with you, Sabine. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It doesn't matter where we are as long as we are there together."

Sabine lowered her face so the tears dropped into her hands pooled in her lap. She had waited so long to hear those words from him. She wanted so desperately to believe him.

"Sabine?" Will touched his finger under her chin and raised her face so he could see her eyes. "Do you love me?" He could feel his heart stop beating as he waited for her answer.

"Yes." Her voice was soft, but the word was spoken with unquestionable conviction.

Will kissed her, hard. He pressed his mouth to hers like a man dying of thirst taking his first drink. His tongue slipped between her lips and delved into the depths of her mouth in search of hers. They met, and dueled, each wrestling for dominance. Will thought he won the battle, but as he began the slow seduction, Sabine's teeth clamped down playfully on his muscle. She suckled it, holding it prone while her tongue explored his.

Will moaned deep in his throat. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. When they refused to cooperate, he took a side in either hand and with one forceful tug, ripped it open and scattered the buttons to the floor.

His mouth left hers, his right hand tilting her head back as his lips and tongue left a wet trail down her cheek and around her jaw to her throat. He kissed and nipped at the tender flesh as he moved lower to her golden brown shoulders. His left hand slipped under the camisole and captured her breast. He palmed the full mound, his fingers massaging the flesh, before the tips of his fingers captured the ripe nipple and squeezed. He kept squeezing until Sabine whimpered softly.

His mouth replaced his fingers, as they moved to the other breast. He kissed her through the cotton, suckling the firm bud, preparing her body for things to come. He wanted her, but he wanted more not to have a repeat of the first time they were together.

He alternated his touches on her body from tender, to commanding. Each touch elicited a different response, a different sound from the woman he loved. He undressed her slowly, worshipping her body every step of the way and allowing her to explore him.

Will shivered when she unbuttoned his shirt and her fingertips probed the skin of his chest, but it was nothing next to the deep guttural groan that escaped when her lips sealed over his nipples as he had done with her. She combed her fingers through his hair, and massaged his scalp. She burned his skin with her lips and tongue, arousing him to the heights of ecstasy until he could no longer resist.

The blacksmith made quick work of his trousers, then pushed his prize back onto the bed. He parted her thighs with his body, his weight supported by his hands as his dark eyes drank the sight of her nakedness in.

When their eyes locked, his soft smile eased the uncertainty building inside her. His hair fell around them in a curtain as he lowered his weight to her, his lips claiming hers in a gentle kiss. He eased his tongue into her mouth, a mirror image of his lower body. She gasped slightly at the intrusion, her fingers digging into his shoulder and he holstered himself in her.

"Shh, I won't hurt you this time," he whispered softly, then claimed her mouth again.

A/N: Since Fanfiction.net no longer supports NC-17 rated work, I had to clean this up to make it presentable on this sight. If anyone wants to read the un-cut version you can email me, or go to devaeriels-domain.net. Keep in mind the NC-17 version is meant for readers 18 years and older ONLY!