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Chapter 5

"Mrs. Turner-Norrington?" came a voice. Elizabeth opened her eyes. Lieutenant Gillette was standing at her bedside. "Mrs. Turner-Norrington? We have docked in Tortuga. The Commodore requests that you go after Mr. Turner." Elizabeth nodded and stood, straightening her dress. She had fallen asleep in it last night. Elizabeth ran her hands through her hair.

"Thankyou Lieutenant. I shall be right up." The lieutenant left and Elizabeth put on a pair of shoes before following him.

She walked down the plank and off the Imperial and carefully into Tortuga. It was still quite dark, about 4.00 in the morning. Most of the inhabitants of the town were unconscious in the streets. Elizabeth had heard about Tortuga and knew she didn't want to be there when they awoke. Quickly she left the city, following the signs pointing to Corgula.


Elizabeth had been preparing herself for a long walk but she didn't realize just how long it took to walk between the towns. She reached the town of Corgula at 10.30 that morning, dusty, travel worn and looking not at all her usual well groomed self.


The villagers apparently were not accustomed to seeing a woman as respectable as Elizabeth in their town. She got a few stares from the villagers but Elizabeth ignored them. After half an hour of wandering she decided to ask.


"Excuse me," Elizabeth asked an older woman. The woman turned around and Elizabeth noted the deep lines in her face and dusty hair. But she had a kindly smile.


"Can I help you dear?" she asked. Elizabeth smiled.

"I'm looking for Jack Turner, the blacksmith?" Elizabeth asked. The woman smiled.


"He's a couple of shops down on the left. I think he's working at the moment." Elizabeth thanked the woman and headed down to the sign she could now see which read Turner Blacksmiths.

Elizabeth stopped outside the door. Her heart was jumping out of her chest. She was either about to be extremely crushed or overjoyed. Oh well only one way to find out. Elizabeth opened the door to the noise of the forge turning.

She looked around the forge. It was much the same as Brown's shop back in Port Royal.

"Jack?" she asked, looking for somebody.

*

Will looked up as he heard 'his' name. He looked around the forge. Nothing. Going back to his work, he suddenly heard it again.

"Jack?"

'I know that voice,' Will thought suddenly. Hardly daring to believe it, he turned around. Will dropped his hammer and almost collapsed.

"Elizabeth," Will whispered.

Elizabeth stood a couple of feet away. Her eyes welled with tears.

"Will," she whispered back, seemingly afraid he would disappear. Elizabeth ran to Will, wrapping her arms around him. Will buried his face in her hair and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight into him. Elizabeth looked up at him. Will bent forward and covered her mouth with his. His hands found their way to the side of her head and he ran them through her hair. Elizabeth closed her eyes, savoring the sensations she was experiencing.

When they broke apart, both looked into each other's eyes.

"Will," Elizabeth whispered as she ran her finger across his lips. "I thought you were dead. You sent me the letter-" Will sshed her with a finger to her lips.

"I know. I'm sorry but I thought it best. Elizabeth you have no idea how much I've missed you," Will told her. Elizabeth shook her head.

"As much as I have missed you, Will. I thought I wouldn't make it when you left," she told him.

"I can't believe you're really here. I thought I would never see you again. After Jack and I leapt the fort I thought we would never meet again," Will told her.

"I felt so guilty when I married the Commodore. The only thing that made me go through with it was the knowledge that I'd saved you," she told him. Tears welled in Elizabeth's eyes. "I've missed you so much, Will," she told him, choking on her tears.

"I know," he told her.

Elizabeth soon calmed down and Will sat her down next to him.

"I have a lot of explaining to do," he told her.

For the next hour and a half the two of them told their story to the other, concerning the last three years of their lives.

"So your father wants me to come back to Port Royal?" Will asked, amazed at this stroke of luck. Elizabeth shook her head.


"He wants Jack to come to Port Royal. I'm sure you could pass off as Jack. Cut your hair short, cut off your moustache. They won't recognize you. You've changed Will," she told him. Will nodded.

"There is nothing that could separate me from you now, Elizabeth," he told her. "Nothing. I will come back to Port Royal and live under the alias of Jack Turner." Elizabeth smiled, her cheeks still wet. But her smile faltered.


"Will even if you do come back. I-I-I-It doesn't change that I'm still married to the Commodore," she told him. Will nodded.

"But even being in the same town as you is enough for me," he told her, taking her hand. Elizabeth smiled.

"Well if you are going to come I suggest you pack. We leave tonight." Will nodded.

"All I need is the donkey," Will told her. Elizabeth nodded and looked over at Mr. Sparrow. Will embraced Elizabeth in another hug.

"I love you Elizabeth," he told her. Elizabeth smiled.

"I love you too, Will." And for the first time in three years, both of them felt complete.

*

"Jack? Jack? We can't find any decent ships. Only a small sailboat like Anamaria's old one," Gibbs told his Captain. The drunken pirate turned around, his customary bottle of rum waving in his hand.

"Are you sure?" Jack asked. Gibbs nodded.


"Aye sir. We've asked everyone and anyone." Jack nodded.


"Alright then. Just do your best, mate." Gibbs nodded and strode off to see a man about a boat.


Jack turned around again. He was standing on a wharf looking out to sea. He was imagining Will's reaction when the boy found out that Jack had lost the Pearl again.


That was another thing all in its own. How was he going to get his ship back? The pirates were immortal, he didn't know how to lift this curse, and what's more he didn't even have a boat!

Jack sighed and took another swig of rum, his eyes going slightly crossed.

"Anyway I'm off for a nap now," he told no one in particular and keeled over backwards, snoring.

*

"Elizabeth!" the Commodore yelled. It was now dark and the Commodore was becoming worried. He rushed down the plank. "Elizabeth you took a long time," the Commodore asked. Elizabeth nodded.

"The donkey was being stubborn," she told him. It was then the Commodore noticed Elizabeth's accomplice.


"This must be Jack?" he asked. Elizabeth nodded.

"He has agreed to go back with us to Port Royal." The Commodore nodded. The man before him had shorter hair than Will had had, but it was not cut right to his head. His face was clean-shaven and he was currently clasping the halter of an agitated looking donkey.


"Mr. Turner. I am Commodore Norrington, Elizabeth's husband," Norrington said as he introduced himself.


"I am pleased to meet you sir," Will said trying to mask the nastiness he was feeling, from his voice. The man that stood before him was the very reason he and Elizabeth had suffered so much over the last three years. Commodore Norrington then turned to Elizabeth.

"We leave immediately," he told her. Elizabeth nodded and turned back to Will. Norrington departed but stopped abruptly and turned around. "I am sorry to hear about your cousin, Jack. The world has lost a fine man," he said respectfully and then went aboard the ship. Will ground his teeth together, trying to control his anger.

Elizabeth placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Will," she whispered. "We have to go aboard. One of the crew will take Mr. Sparrow down to the luggage area," Elizabeth told him. Will nodded, still angry, and lead Mr. Sparrow up the plank and then handed his halter over to a crew member who took the donkey below.

*

They arrived in Port Royal about 7.00 the next morning. Elizabeth, Will and Norrington went to the manor to inform The Governor of what had happened on the trip. He smiled when he saw 'Jack'.

"Well my boy I have to say you certainly do possess the craftsmanship that made your cousin so remarkable," Governor Swann told him. Will gave a small smile and his eyes wandered.


The manor was exactly the same as he had always remembered it. Polished floors, vast staircases and many ornamental things as well. A small smirk tugged at Will's lips as he looked over at a candelabra on the wall, that had one arm missing. Below it was the jug that contained the arm. It was the same one Will had broken when he had delivered the Commodore's sword to Governor Swann many years ago.

"Elizabeth would you take Jack down to Brown's old forge please. I have purchased the building for him and I would like him to use it," Governor Swann said. Elizabeth nodded.

"Yes, father. Jack?" she asked. Will turned around. He nodded and then headed out the door.

The Commodore watched them go.


"He does bear a striking resemblance to Will," The Governor sighed. Commodore Norrington nodded.

"I thought the same thing, sir. Anyway to more important matters. Captain Sparrow was not able to be located and many of the villagers claim he hasn't been there in almost 2 years." Goverenor Swann frowned.

"That is not what I expected. Oh well. I have a meeting to attend now. I shall see you later." The Commodore bowed and left hastily. He strode out of the gates and headed to Brown's forge.

*

"My father didn't even recognize you," Elizabeth laughed. Will grinned.

"I guess that's a good thing then. Everyone else seems to," he told her. They had walked through the streets and Will had been approached several times and welcomed back to Port Royal. He had coolly informed them that Will was dead and that his name was Jack.

Many people were saddened to learn that Will had died.

Elizabeth smiled as they headed for the forge. She had never thought she would be walking in Port Royal with Will again. And even though they were the only two that knew Will's true identity, it still filled her with joy that it was really Will.

They reached the forge and Will stood before it.


"I never thought I'd be back here," he told her, placing his hand on the door. Elizabeth placed her hand on his and pushed the unlocked door open.

"You're back now, Will," she told him. He smiled and stepped inside.

It looked exactly the same as he had left it three years ago. Right down to the smashed light bulb Mr. Brown had smashed across Jack Sparrow's head, to the slashed sack that Jack had sprayed into his face and, Will gave a small laugh, the small hole in the door where he'd thrown a sword to stop Jack escaping.

"Well," he sighed, taking Elizabeth's hand. "I'm back." Will frowned suddenly. He had the horrible feeling he'd forgotten something. Then it hit him and he gave a chuckle.


"I left Mr. Sparrow on the ship," he told Elizabeth. She smiled and lead him out of the forge.

They made their way to the Imperial, where Mr. Sparrow, the indignant donkey was being lead onto land by a crew member.

"I'll be taking that," Will smiled. He took Mr. Sparrow's lead rope from the soldier and headed back to the forge.

*

Commodore Norrington opened the forge door and frowned. No Jack and no Elizabeth. Just as he suspected. Jack was too much like Will for his liking. The Commodore took a seat on something convenient and waited for them to return.

Elizabeth and Will walked into the forge five minutes later. The smiles on their face faleteered a little when the noticed the Commodore looking extremely menacing.

"Commodore er Norrington, is it?" Will asked. The Commodore glared, ignoring Will and looking to Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth I thought you were just taking Jack down here," the Commodore warned. Elizabeth nodded, regaining composure.


"I was. But Jack left his donkey," Elizabeth indicated to Mr. Sparrow, "on the ship. As he does not know his way around Port Royal I offered to show him to the ship and then back here," she told him.

The Commodore's eyes flared but he knew he was beaten.


"Fine. But you have to come with me now," he told her, taking her arm rather roughly. He lead her out of the forge without so much as a goodbye to Jack. Elizabeth turned around mouthed, 'love you,' and then disappeared out the door. Will smiled and turned to Mr. Sparrow.


"Well, Mr. Sparrow. Welcome to your new home." The donkey gave an agitated hee-haw and Will smiled.


He was working doing what he loved, in the town he'd grown up in, a five minute walk from the woman he loved. Life couldn't get much better.


But in the real world, paradise doesn't last long.


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