Title: Sea Longing part 4/?

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: PG-13, the rating is going up.

Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Will Elizabeth/Colin

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!

"Damn you!" She threw her fists on the table and all conversation stopped in the room. All present turned to her with horrified fascination.

"Elizabeth!" Her father looked at her incredulously.

She glared at him. "I don't care about being proper about this, Father! These people have Will and they wish him harm! We need to do something! NOW!"

Governor Swann looked at his daughter, resigned. "And what would you have me do? Scouts have reported that they have already left port. We have NO idea WHERE they have gone, or where their intended destination is."

He watched as helpless tears formed in her eyes, her determination wavering. He sighed. "I know you love him, Elizabeth, but right now there is nothing we can do. No ship even has enough stock to go out on a run right now."

She turned from him, glaring at everyone in the room. Her eyes fell on Colin who looked at her in sympathy. She turned to look out the window, fighting the tears she loathed.

"What about the Black Pearl?"

Her gaze instantly returned to Colin, who had spoken.

"What?" She breathed.

Green eyes met her golden ones.

"What about the Black Pearl? You said you were a friend of Jack Sparrow. Could he help?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Wellington?" Governor Swann asked sharply.

Colin looked at the governor. "Earlier, Miss Swann mentioned a 'friendship' with Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl. It was because of the Black Pearl that we made it to the port. Wouldn't Captain Sparrow be willing to help them?"

Hope flared in her chest, but began to die away. "He would be long gone by now, Mr. Wellington."

He turned back to her. "Perhaps not, Miss Swann. The site of the attack is not far away and the Black Pearl did not engage in a chase. I believe the two were going to fight head to head, and get the spoils in the end. She might be still in the area where we left her."

"And we wouldn't need a long distance ship." Realization hit her. She turned to her father.

"Now, Elizabeth, we can't,"

"Father, I love you, but I am NOT asking for you to do this for me. I'm TELLING you."

Jack gazed through his telescope, eyeing the ship trying to catch up with them. He recognized it from Port Royal, and was pondering why it was giving chase.

"Captain, what are your orders?"

Jack turned to AnnaMaria with a tilt of his head, eyeing the dark skinned woman. He frowned, and turned to Cotton's bird.

"I don't suppose that bird could tell us who it is?"

The woman raised an eyebrow.

"Captain, I don't think,"

"Captain!"

He turned to the man now looking through his telescope.

"What is it?"

"It's Miss Elizabeth!"

Frowning, he swaggered forward and took back his telescope. He raised it, squinted, and searched the ship until he found a woman standing aboard, waving, what appeared to be the Jolly Roger.

He raised his eyebrows, watching the black flag flutter in her hands and did a second sweep of the ship. Closing the cylinder, he handed it back to Gibbs.

"Let them catch up with us. If they show no hostility, let the girl board."

AnnaMaria nodded crisply, and called out the orders to the crew. Gibbs returned to keeping an eye of the approaching ship.

Cotton's bird landed on his shoulder as he made his way back to the head of his ship, stroking the wood as if it were a lover. He barely acknowledged the animal until began to squawk in his ear.

"Pretty woman, rack, pretty woman!"

Jack let a distant smile caress his face.

"I'm surprised you know what a pretty woman is, mate."

Elizabeth easily crossed over to the Black Pearl, Colin following her. AnnaMaria helped her down and she smiled at the woman. Feeling Colin at her shoulder, she made her way over to a familiar figure, a silly bird perched on his shoulder.

She smiled, relieved and happy to finally see him. "Jack."

Jack smiled roguishly at her, giving a slight bow before languidly straightening himself.

"Elizabeth, darling, it's good to see you. Miss the great Captain Jack Sparrow already?" He still had the same swagger she remembered. The same leer. "I thought you and little Will would be hitched by now."

She felt Colin tense beside her, and she rested a hand on his arm in reassurance. She noticed how Jack's eyes casually followed the movement.

He smiled and stepped forward, eyeing her carefully, the wisdom appearing in his taunting eyes. "Or is it that you have someone new to rescue from now on?"

"Jack, we need your help."

His eyebrows flew up into his scarf and hat. "You need MY help? Where's the darling little blacksmith to aid you?"

She sighed. "That's the problem. Will was attacked the other night. They had to have been pirates and we're not sure where they took him. Or why."

"Hmm."

Elizabeth could see no frown on his face as he moved next to the railing, stroking the wood, only a flicker of concern in otherwise blank eyes. Dark eyes.

"And you came to me? You know the code, lass. We're pirates, not heroes." He eyed her again with intense eyes, stroking the braids on his goatee with careless fingers. His eyes were daring her, pleading with her.

She knew this would happen. Even if Jack would be willing to save Will, he'd need to convince his crew as well.

She stared back at him, noting and taking his challenge before pulling something from her purse.

Dangling it in front of Jacks nose, he became cross-eyed, before leaning back and taking the object from her. Eyeing the intricate necklace, he looked back at her, dark pools questioning, hoping.

She smiled. "I know you better than you think, Jack. I learned a great deal the LAST time I encountered pirates." She sent an amused look over her shoulder to the crew, who were smirking and laughing. She looked back into Jack's kohl rimmed eyes. "I have more on board the Chaser."

Jack grinned again, tilting his head back, showing off gold teeth. "And where did you get such trinkets, love?"

Her brown eyes became amused. "From dear Will. It appears he couldn't resist his blood completely, and brought back souvenirs from our last adventure together."

Jack's grin widened wistfully. "Ah. That's where he got that wonderful hat. Lovely feather. But I don't recall seeing this necklace before. I would have brought it back myself."

Pride glowed in her smile now. "He melted some of the metals and started making some of his own jewelry and trinkets. I also brought most of his weapons."

Jack eyed her, face serious. "I don't think dear Will would like you giving his swords to pirates, lass."

She raised an amused eyebrow. "And how are YOU so sure of that, Captain Jack Sparrow?"

He matched her stare, fingering the gold chain, head cocked to the side in confusion.

"Will would be quite happy to know his swords are in good hands. He's been hoping for his swords to find a use."

Tilting his head back, he nodded slowly, turning to AnnaMaria, and giving her the necklace. The woman gave a sly smile and tucked it away.

He motioned for her to follow him inside, as Colin signaled their ship.

"Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Swann." He gazed at Colin, who insisted on staying with her. "And company."

He sat down behind his desk and leaned back in his chair, booted feet propped on the desk itself.

"Now, tell me about these kidnappers."

Will struggled until he was sitting upward and glared at the bars that held him captive. A lone figure stood 'watch', snoring away.

He winced as he twisted his hands, the ropes burning and cutting into his skin. The pirates were thorough, not wanting even a slim chance for him to escape.

Eyes scanning the murky floor, he wiggled and hopped, fingers and feet searching. There. His fingers dug into the crack between metal and nail, tugging. He flinched as his nail began to tear, but continued to pull at it.

Ignoring hunger, pain and lightheadedness, he wasted away minutes, listening for activity, until nearly an hour had passed. He felt relief as the nail finally came free. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he hobbled until his back was against the wall.

A pirate with fair hair leered at him from the other side of the bars. Will felt bile rise up in his throat as the hungry gaze traced his body, lingering on his face and crotch.

"Yer a pre'ty boy, ain'tcha?"

He glared at the dark eyes, and spit on him. The spit landed on the pirates feet and the enraged man sputtered before lunging for the keys.

"Yeh got fire boy, but I'll sho' yeh! High an' mi'ty my,"

"CREED!"

The pirate nearly dropped the keys and turned to stare wide eyed at the new arrival. Curious, Will squinted in the dim light as the snoring guard woke.

His eyes widened as the tall figure stood in the lamplight.

A woman. He had only seen one female pirate, but AnnaMaria seemed to be an exception.

This one stood tall as any man, dark hair pulled back with a scarf. Long fingers were perched on top of slim hips, one hand holding a painful looking whip.

"Creed, top deck NOW."

The man visibly paled, shrinking. "Buh,"

"NOW! Or I'll show you what we do to traitors! You know he's to remain unharmed!"

The man practically ran up the stairs, and she glared at the guard until he followed. Dark glittering eyes turned to look at him. A mocking smile.

"Sorry about your accommodations, love, but it couldn't be helped. Turner's are known for their cleverness."

Will eyed her as she squatted beside the cage. Another smile showed that she was missing a pearly white tooth.

"You gave up a good fight boy. Your father would be pleased."

Will tilted his head forward, "You knew my father?"

A barking laugh. "Knew him? We practically grew up together, boy."

Will raised an eyebrow and she sent him an amused glance.

"We weren't good friends if that's what you're thinking. And we didn't part on good terms either. But you could say we went into the pirating business together."

Will eyed her, thoughts running, as she looked at him curiously.

"You look just like Ol' William Turner. But you have your mother's eyes."

"My mother never mentioned you."

"I bet she also never mentioned that your father was a pirate, did she?"

Will's lips thinned and his heated glare met laughing black eyes.

"I didn't think so. Pirates have never had a good name, and they shouldn't. But to be truthful," she looked at him as she nodded. "Your father was a good man. Loyal to his friends, never killed children or women, broke almost every code we have once or twice. He was sly, and cunning. No one could out fox him, except, perhaps Jack Sparrow or Tula."

"Why do you hate him?" He tried not to think of dark eyes surrounded by kohl.

Her eyes narrowed. "He was too good a man to be a pirate, he sometimes forgot his place, his responsibilities. He betrayed his own kind, his family. And because of that, you'll pay."

She stood, Will watching her every move. "We'll be reaching the island tomorrow. Our Captain will be most pleased. Make peace with your god, if you have one, Turner. The Captain will not have mercy on you."

She began to go, but as she climbed the stairs, she turned back to him. "I stopped Creed from having his fun with you. Should you even THINK about escaping, I will not stop him next time. You need only be alive and well when we berth. It will do you well to remember that."

And then she left with a new guard replacing her watch.

Will clenched the nail in his hand, heart cold.

"You saw a tall woman in the shadow of a small ship named the Evening Dragon?"

Elizabeth nodded.

Jack eyed his books and trinkets on his shelves. Twiddling a small dagger that Will had made, he stared off blankly.

"Did she have red hair and a whip at her side?"

Colin blinked, "Yes, she did. Know her?"

Intense eyes turned to Gibbs, who sat at a smaller desk in the corner, taking stock on their new treasures.

"Angelina Davies-McCarthy."

Gibbs looked up, startled. "Red Whip?! What is she up to?"

Jack leaned forward, chin resting on steepled fingers. "We're about to find out." He looked at Elizabeth. "What did this other 'leader' look like?"

She sighed. "It was hard to tell. It WAS dark. He carried a rapier and used his left hand."

A sharp look from Jack. "Did he have an earring?"

She looked to Colin, who nodded. "It did look like there was gold in his hair. I saw something flash as he fought Mr. Turner."

Jack's eyes shifted about the room. He breathed deeply, and mumbled one word. "Dante."

Elizabeth frowned, as Gibbs gave a surprised look.

"Who is he?"

Jack leaned back in his chair again, eyes staring at the ceiling. She could see a sudden wariness roll over him.

"An evil man. The only reason you have yet to hear of him, is because he's ruthless, even for a pirate. He leaves no one alive, even children."

"What would he want with Will?"

Dark eyes met hers, and she felt a shiver go through her.

"Dante wasn't always so bad, little lass. He was a mean pirate, but he could be merciful. Then, Bootstrap Bill turned on him, betrayed him. He left Dante in a situation that should have killed him. But Dante survived."

Her eyes widened. "And he want's revenge?! On WILL?"

Jack nodded. "His mind has become twisted and perverted. He will want to exact revenge on William Turner in ANY way."

Elizabeth paled. "How long do we have?"

Jack stared out his window, dagger still between his hands. He got up with a sway of his hips, and made his way over a map. Stabbing the dagger in the paper and the wood beneath with a flutter of his hand, he turned back to them.

"We have to beat them to this point."

"If not?"

He eyed Elizabeth, purposely focusing his thoughts on her worried face, and not his memories. Memories of mutilated bodies.

"Then there will be no point in rescuing him, if we need to kill him to do so."

"What?" Colin looked at him with disbelief.

A slender finger traced the air, as he spoke again. "Will is a strong, stubborn lad. But even he won't be able to survive Dante's torture fully intact."

Elizabeth stood. "Are you telling me, I might have to KILL him?"

Dark eyes were pooling with emotion and wariness, as they met hers. "If you are a strong, merciful and loving woman, as I think you are, lass, killing your fiancé after he's been taken by Dante is the only way you could save him."

She growled at him. "Then we will just have to beat them! This is the PERFECT time to see just how fast this ship of yours is, Jack."

Dark eyes watched her move, and he nodded. "You may stay in the Captain's chamber, if you wish."

Colin stood, surprised, and indignant. "What?"

Jack eyed him, amused. "If you know this girl like I do, Wellington, you would know she will insist on staying here. YOU may sleep in Gibbs cabin. He has watch tonight."

Colin glared at Jack, but escorted Elizabeth out the door, with Gibbs leading them. Before closing the door behind them, Elizabeth turned to look back at a blank faced Jack Sparrow.

"Oh, and Jack?"

Dark eyes swung over to her.

"Will and I are nothing more, and nothing less than siblings."

And the door shut behind her.

Jack fingered the dagger, and pulled it out, eyeing the workmanship.

Suddenly, expressive brown eyes were looking at him from under long lashes. A wistful light in his eyes as he remembered his last great adventure.

"That's interesting."

A blank smile, as he recalled a small hand resting on Colin's arm.

"Very interesting."

Hmm. Not sure I like Colin very much, do you? Lord it's been months since I even worked on a chapter. Things might be achanging in later parts as I continue onto CH19.

GN