Title: Sea Longing part 3/?

Author: GundamNymph

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Archive?: Yes you can, but please let me know.

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Disclaimer: pouts No. I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean. Don't remind me!

Rating: Erm. PG? For now any ways.

Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Will possible Elizabeth/Colin(OC)

Summary: Will is kidnapped not long after coming to term with Jack's leave. Elizabeth searches for a certain pirate for help.

!!!!WARNING!!!! Implied slash ahead! My first! Be easy on me! Then there's the fact I've only seen this movie TWICE. You see ANY flaws, please let me know. Same for any possible OOC. Also, I know NOTHING about ships! I'm guessing here!

Elizabeth watched Will board the ship, bundle thrown over his shoulder. She nudged her father's side, nodding to the youth approaching them. The Governor turned to greet Will with a smile.

"Good day, Mr. Turner. Thank you for coming on such short notice."

Will smiled at him, nodding. "Good day Governor Swann, Elizabeth. And don't worry, it was no problem. We have already finished our work for the day."

The Governor stayed silent, knowing it was Will who was doing all the work these days. He sent his daughter a look as she leaned over to peck the young man on the cheek, smiling brightly at him. He smiled back at her, but the Governor noticed how their gazes no longer lingered as they once did.

Will turned back to the Governor, eyeing the worn and torn ship beneath his feet. He frowned questioningly at them.

"What happened?"

Governor Swann raised an eyebrow, "Pirates. The Eastern Sun was almost to port, when they were attacked by a ship with gray sails. Seemingly another Trading Ship. The other ship opened fire on them, and damaged quite a few of their canons."

Will nodded. "And that's why you need me."

The Governor smiled. "Yes. That and the holding cells below are damaged. Some of the crew believed the aftermath of the attack would be the perfect time for mutiny. The Eastern Sun only just made it here with the remaining crew and a few of their slaves."

Will raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth, both not caring for slavery but did not say anything. He turned back to her father.

"Which would you like me to start on?"

The older man smiled widely and showed him the way to one of the canons.

Elizabeth watched them go, eyes dark with worry.

"Is everything all right, Miss Swann?"

She turned to look into shy green eyes. She smiled at the tall man before her.

"Oh, I'm all right. Thank you for asking, Mr.?"

The young man with dirty blond hair smiled bashfully, "Colin Wellington, ma'am."

She smiled brighter. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Wellington."

He blushed and she could feel her eyes twinkle.

"Are you a member of the crew?"

He nodded, looking on as Will and her father eyed the damage. "Only on the passage here. I came to live with my Aunt. She is ill."

"I am sorry to hear that. What is her name?"

"Connie Mishue."

"I know her. Kind woman. I hope she becomes well again."

"Thank you, Miss Swann."

A moment of silence.

"Do you know which ship it was that did this?" she asked, curious.

Colin stared off in thought, biting his lip. "I believe it was the Silver Dusk."

"Hmm. I don't believe I've ever heard of that vessel before."

"I believe the crew on board once belonged to the Cecilia."

Elizabeth blinked and looked at him, startled.

"The Cecilia? The ship run by Captain GoldTooth Thorton?"

Colin turned to her, amazed. "Yes, how did you know that?"

She shrugged, "You hear about a lot of things in the Caribbean. Tell me, how did you survive?"

Colin gave a grim smile. "We weren't as interesting as the Black Pearl."

She spun to stare at him, wide eyed. "The Black Pearl!?"

"Yes. Though it has lost it's black sails, it still has the same god-like speed."

She turned to stare at Will, who had his full attention on the black metal before him.

"What was Jack doing there? He's suppose to be giving a wide berth to Port Royal."

"You speak as if you know him, Miss Swann."

A wry grin formed, "I do, Mr. Wellington. You could say that Will and I are, 'friends' with him."

He looked at her incredulously, "Friends?! With a PIRATE?"

She smiled openly at him. "He has saved my life more than once, has helped me save Will, and Will and I have saved him. He's not the stereotypical, bloodthirsty pirate." She glanced at him. "You could say he's a good man. A daft, ingenuous one, but good hearted all the same. Don't judge a book by it's cover Mr. Wellington."

He smiled at her. "If you say so, Miss Swann."

They turned back to watch Will at work, and Colin frowned slightly.

"If I may be so bold, ma'am, why were you upset earlier?"

She sighed, but was glad to get it off her chest. "I am worried about Will."

He seemed only slightly surprised. "Your fiancé?"

She shook her head. "No. He is only a close friend. A brother to me."

"But, the Commodore?"

"I did not love him, and yes, I do love Will more. But we do not share a love that's held between man and wife. We only keep up appearances so as not to harm Commodore Norrington's honor, or my father's."

Colin breathed in relief.

"And why does your brother frown so?"

She smiled gently at him, sad, but grateful for his understanding. "He is in pain. He longs for the open ocean."

"He is a sailor at heart?"

She shook her head. "No. His father was a pirate, but he did not know that until recently. The salt of the ocean is in his blood, and he longs for the high sea. I do not know how to help him. I would do anything to make him happy."

He eyed the slight dark haired man before him, knowing how he must feel. "And there is nothing you can do?"

Elizabeth shook her head, as Will began taking apart the heavy canon by himself.

"Is there someone else who could?"

She smiled sadly. "Jack Sparrow."

"I just need to have them brought back to the shop by some of your men."

Captain Bronningham nodded at him, "How long before it's mended?"

"Only half a day per canon at most."

The Captain was surprised. "That fast?"

"Yes. We are caught up on work, and all the other orders are simple enough. I can bring my tools tomorrow morning to work on the holding cells. It shouldn't take more than a day and a half for that."

The Captain smiled widely. "Thank you so much, Mr. Turner."

No one noticed the men listening in on their conversation.

Will smiled back. "It is really no problem, Captain. When will you be leaving?"

The older man sighed. "As soon as everything is mended and loaded. This attack has set us back a week."

Will nodded. "I'll get to work on the rest of the canons right away. The canon balls should be done before you leave."

The Captain nodded, relieved, and set out to find his men.

Will watched him go, thoughts chasing themselves around his mind. He sighed in the twilight air, mind calmed by the sounds of the ocean.

He had jumped at the chance to work on a docked ship. It would be the closest he'd ever get to open sea for a long, long time.

He had watched Elizabeth and her companion out of the corner of his eye as he worked. The slender youth was obviously taken with his beloved. He could have sworn seeing them mention the Black Pearl, but it knew it must have only been his yearning.

He turned and walked down to the dock, not having a problem with the swaying ground at all. He had always wondered if that was why Jack swayed so much: his body was so used to being at sea, that when grounded, it made up for the lack of motion.

It made a small grin come to his face, though these thoughts brought about depression in his heart.

He was just passing another docked boat when a man stood in his way. He was only a little taller than himself, wearing worn and simple clothing. Will squinted at him in the sunset.

"Can I help you?"

The way he stared at Will made alarms go off in his head, and he shifted so he could pull out his hidden dagger at any time.

A grimy smile. "Are you Mr. Turner?"

Now completely weary, he eyed the man closer. "Yes."

"What is your first name, boy?"

Will barely kept his eyes from widening. "I believe it is no business of yours."

The man strode forward and Will pulled out his blade. It was longer than an ordinary dagger blade, and helped deflect the sword that came at him. A few twists and thrusts, and the rapier was his to hold to his attackers throat.

A distant call, that he vaguely recognized as Elizabeth's (Will?).

"What is your business with me?"

More rotting teeth showed as the man grinned wider. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly Will was surrounded. Instantly, he brought up his newly acquired weapon, and met them head on. They were making a racket, but it was night and few guards would be on watch. All of the ships crewmen would be in town.

"Will!"

"Stay away Elizabeth!"

He narrowly missed losing his head, and ducked under another swinging blade; only to have all nine blades pointing at him from close quarters. He dropped the sword, blowing a lose curl out of his face as he panted.

Two of the men came forward, one of them with a peg leg ("Pirates," he thought) and took his arms. The leader came forward, and forcefully turned over his left hand. There, across the rough skin was a pale, thin scar from where he had cut his palm open to end the curse.

Milky blue eyes met his brown ones.

"You ARE the son of Bootstrap Bill."

Will's breath caught, and his brows lowered, eyes widening. This wasn't good.

He pulled against the arms of his captives as Elizabeth called out for help.

"What do you want with me?!" He snarled, looking for an escape, any escape.

The man grinned, taking a handful of Will's loosened hair and tugged it forward harshly until they were face to face.

"Nothing, boy."

He resisted the urge to gag at the close proximity.

"Then WHY are you,"

A nasty grin. "Because you're father's dead, boy. And we want our revenge."

Liquid brown eyes widened, before a sudden pain erupted in his head, making him fall into darkness.

Gee, rereading some of this embarrasses me. blush I really hope to fix some of this soon. It DOES still have potential.... Then again, there are those OTHER J/Ws and N/Ws I wanted to work on...Dammit.

GN

Next, Elizabeth sets out to find Jack.