Title: Vengeance

Authors: Cele Elensar, Sparrow Greenleaf, and Mystykyten

Genre: Action/Adventure, and Angst

Rating: R – for character torture, rape, and use of strong language.

Disclaimers: None of these Characters belong to us. Walt Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean have inspired our stories. Everything belongs to them, Gore Verbinski, Jerry Bruckheimer/ Buena Vista Home Entertainment...etc. We are not making a profit from our work; it is just for your enjoyment.

Summary: Captain Barbossa wasn't the only dastardly pirate to sail the waters of the Caribbean. Travis Flint of the Sea Serpent is similar to him in rage. Traveling the seas with a taste for revenge, he has long lived with a broken heart. For years he blames one man, one man for making him suffer. Jack Sparrow was that very man. Finally years have past and the opportune moment has come to this long lost soul. Making an attempt, he succeeds to capture the one true friend close to the flamboyant captain. Now it is up to Jack to save a friendship. Will he make it in time, or will Jack's closets friend join his father at the bottom of Davy Jones Locker?

Chapter 1

Will Turner looked out to the sea smiling at its beauty. He sighed as he felt the cold breeze play over his face, blowing his short hair back. The sun was just finishing its day's work, leaving the moon to take its place. This time of the day was so peaceful and calming. But his plans were the main focus of his mind.

Turning he left the ocean shore back to the shop. He still had loads to do. The calmness and serene feeling began to vanish, and soon nervousness and anxiety replaced them.

Things weren't going his way. He was worried that the long hours of preparation would go for nothing.

Will hurried to the Blacksmith shop where he had to finish an order placed by the Commodore before he could pick up Elizabeth.

His palms began to sweat as he opened the door. It would be exactly an hour and a half until he was supposed to leave to pick her up. That gave him enough time to finish what the Commodore had ordered, and to prepare a perfect night for the one he loved.

He picked up the hammer and laid the sword on the workbench and began to work. He began to think about her, about her beauty, and about how much they had gone through together. He wasn't paying much attention to anything else.

"Alright. Breathe. That's the key, breathe." Will stopped hammering. His mind was thinking of everything else about tonight instead of what was at hand. Commodore Norrington specifically wanted this sword done by tonight, and he wasn't a man who would change his mind. Will wiped his brow, and looked down. After taking a moment of breathing he went back to work. Lately Elizabeth had been driving him crazy. He began to feel different towards her, but it wasn't a bad thing. Somehow she knew how to mess with his emotions. The sight of her heightened his senses, and made him go mad. Tonight Will was going to change that.

A loud voice awoke him from his thoughts causing him to jump and to drop the hammer on his foot. He winced as he turned to Norrington.

"Mr. Turner. Do you have my order?" He asked.

Will tried to hide a wince. "Yes I do."

Norrington raised his brow. "Well Turner? Where is it?" He folded his arms waiting. A small smile crossed his face as he looked at the blacksmith. The boy was humorous when clumsy.

"Oh, right...right. The order. I have it right...oh." His words were cut off as the sword slipped from his shaking hands. He could tell that the Commodore was enjoying this. Trying to hide his red face, he bent low to pick it up.

"Are you alright Will? You seem a bit...uptight." He smiled as he bent over as well to pick up the sword, recoiling quickly in pain.

"I am-ow!" he was cut off as his skull collided with Norrington's. He rubbed his head where he had hit it. "Sorry. I'm so sorry." Will apologized as he saw Norrington doing the same.

"Mr. Turner. I am fine. There is certainly something on your mind that has caused you to turn into a nervous wreck." He rubbed his head before standing up straight and brushing off his jacket.

"Now that there isn't a sword in your hands and that you are potentially not a threat to me, I advise you to sit down before you hurt yourself further. I ask you again, are you all right? Is there something you need to tell me?"

Will almost missed the chair as he made to sit down. Fortunately he gripped it tightly. "I'm fine. I'm fine," he muttered more to himself than anyone.

Norrington raised his brow again, looking suspiciously at the young man. "I see. Well, I need to be off. I thank you for your time on this," he lifted the sword and examined it in light. "Thank you." He turned away and walked out of the shop.

Will stared blankly at the door in which Norrington had retreated through. In shock and horror over what had just happened over the past few minutes. 'Well if he already did not think I was bloody insane, he definitely does now...' Will thought bitterly. He sighed and made to stand up from the chair, but was not very fortunate and stumbled yet again, this time over his own feet. He found himself with his face on the ground. He groaned.

The young blacksmith swore loudly. He still had so much to do before he got to see his beloved. He slowly pushed himself off of the ground. Now, he needed to look presentable for her.

Will bathed all of the sweat and dirt from his falling on the ground. It was a bit harder than it looked, as Will had been falling around all day anyway. He put on his best clothes and coat. Putting his hair up in a ponytail he surveyed himself in the mirror. 'Well, it's not going to be any better than this.' He thought. With that, he picked up the last touch on his perfect plan and left.