Disclaimer: You know the same old thing. Jack and Will are still under the Disney contract.

The Attack

Morning had come and I sat at me desk holding the silky, raven lock of hair in me hand. I received no sleep last night tossing from pain and bad dreams. The sun was the last thing I wanted to contend with and I was of ill temper when I saw her rise. I could not help but continue to think of my daughter and of Jem. Indeed, Jem might have made good her escape with at most only a shot or two and a couple of bruises. I could only hope she received battle scars, as I placed me hand on my burnt arm. I knew at this moment her brother and crew were near and so was my daughter. Will Jem attempt to come back again? I wonder. I glanced up and stared out the windows. By now the sun had risen full and round and the clouds appeared white as snow against the royal blue heavens. I sat wondering if Katheryn was also watching the sun slowly make it's path across the turquoise seas while the light rays kissed the waves.

"Jack." I jumped and turned around seeing AnaMaria standing at the door with a worried frown. "The Vengeance, Barbossa's ship is heading this way on our starboard side. What do you want us to do?"

I signed, placing the hair back into the box I up got out of the chair and tried to shake the feeling of being an object for somebody else's game. Knowing I was not in the best of condition too go into battle I should leave this to Gibbs and the rest of the crew but I had too much at stake. I ignored the pain of me ribs and put on me well worn calf boots and me hat. I quickly tied on my belt and placed me sword along with my loaded gun into place. Securing my hat I glanced at AnaMaria and chucked her chin with my rough hand.

"We can't avoid em. I should have realized they were so close. With these currents and being so close to the islands there is no way we can out run them or make it to open ocean."

I glanced around me room wondering what would befall on this day. Who would win? The Pearl or The Vengeance? Is this the day they would seize me ship? Is this the day I would catch sight of my daughter? I knew this day would come but I wanted it to be on my terms and now I felt trapped. They were breathing down me neck and I had to make a move.

"Come AnaMaria we shall ready the guns? We must prepare ourselves for battle. I fear it will be a bloody day for someone. This battle is one we must win."

I gave her a toothy smile trying to convey incredible confidences. I had to save Katheryn and I couldn't lose The Pearl.

"AnaMaria, tell the crew to make ready the guns but do not open fire. Savvy? I do not want to sink The Vengeance and I do not want to blow her up. There are some treasures on that ship I must get off first."

"Aye Captain." AnaMaria exchanged me a nervous glance then left the cabin bellowing orders as soon as the door was shut.

I approached Gibbs on the main deck. I looked at him and then The Vengeance. "They're flying the black Gibbs."

Gibbs swore under his breath and shrugged his shoulders. Looking at me and then at the helm where Will stood. "At least they're not be flying a red."

"No I suppose we should be thankful for small mercies. It does make you wonder though. I guess they are not looking for a battle."

I pulled out my spyglass and observed the approaching ship.

I mumbled under my breath. "Oh better far to live and die/Under the brave black flag they fly".

Gibbs looked at me oddly. "What did you say Jack?"

I turned quickly to him. "Beware it could be a false flag and they are leading us into the gates of deception. I do not have the knowledge that they are more superior in firepower nor in number of men. We can only assume we are equal." AnaMaria I yelled. "Run up the flag o'truce. I want no firing unless I give the order is that clear?"

"Aye Captain. It is indeed very clear."

The two ships approached each other, very cautiously. The gun ports on both ships were open in readiness but for once I told the crew of The Black Pearl we do not want to fight. I wanted to get my daughter off the ship and make way back to Port Royal.

I sauntered to the helm and stood by William. "Keep your hands steady on the helm lad. We may need to be moving fast."

Will looked at me with his eyes wide in astonishment. "Do you wish to take the helm Jack? She is your ship."

I gave Will a stern look. "Aye she is mine and she is under calm and capable hands. Keep a sharp eye and take care of her." I put my arm around his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. I had all the confidence in the world, William Turner could handle anything. He was young, strong and intelligent.

Will took my spyglass from me hand and gazed at The Vengeance. He immediately put it down and looked grimly at me. What he had seen through it gave him a bad feeling. "Jack did you see her? Did you see him?"

"Aye lad, you have yet to meet Jemima, or should I say Jem. Standing next to her is her illustrious brother, Jeffery. Elizabeth has made his acquaintance; I have not had the pleasure myself.

Jem is the daughter of a pirate, yes Hector's daughter. Her small frame is curvy and well-built as you can see and could easily please a man." I nudged will in the ribs. "Yet there is something about the young pirate that many men and pirate's fear." I waved my hands and arms in the air. "Her temper and her tongue. Her tongue is sharper than her sword and not many dare to cross either."

Will put the spyglass back up and observed Barbossa's offspring. He had not had the delight of meeting her yet and he was not sure he wanted too. The young woman at the helm had long rich chestnut brown hair falling to her waist. It was blowing in the soft Caribbean breeze only secured by a red and white piece of cloth. Standing next to her was a strong and robust figure. One who was evidently of a seafaring habit. He had a gold braid upon his hat and ribbons and fobs dangling from it. He had a strong and powerful build with his head set close to his shoulders. He wore a black cravat, loosely tied into a knot; a red waistcoat elaborately trimmed with gold braid, a leather belt with a brass buckle and huge sea boots. The belt held his sword and gun. His complexion was stained by constant exposure to the sun and wind. His color was that of newly polished mahogany.

Will then handed me the spyglass. "Jack, yes you are correct in saying I have yet to meet either one but you and I have met their dog. Jack please observe. What is it you see between Jem and Jeffery?"

I grabbed the instrument from Williams's hand and sure enough standing in between Jem and Jeffery Barbossa was my Mandy.

"Bloody hell Will, now they have my child and my dog."

As I said that I could not believe my eyes. For what I saw next was a vision. Katheryn, my little girl was also between them. I almost dropped the spyglass and I was having a hard time breathing. She was small and petite. I could not see her face. She had her arms wrapped around Mandy and her face was hidden in the dog's neck. I saw a full head of raven black curly hair. She was dressed in a long velvet blue gown that reached the ground and it was trimmed with lace. She looked like a doll. She looked like a little princess.

"My God Will, she is beautiful. I am in love. William, now I know what love really is. Yes I would die for her I would give her my last breathe of life. I have to get her."

Will placed his hand on my shoulder. "Jack. Captain? I know you are upset over losing your dog. She was a fine mate and a beautiful animal, note, ANIMAL. Has it occurred to you she belongs to Jem? She made no sounds when Jem came aboard. The dog looks content. I fear she is with her owner."

Will not being sure that I was listening pulled the eyepiece from my face, cocked his head and looked at me weirdly. "Sir, it is not healthy to love an animal as you would a woman. You really do have to find your self a girl."

I glared at Will, and tossed him the spyglass. "Will sometimes I really do wonder about you. I may have spent a lot of time in the sun and my brains could well be fried but have a look for yourself. My affections are neither towards the dog nor Jem. It is MY KATHERYN! MY KAT! I can only hope Mandy takes good care of her. Mandy is my dog; she is worthy of my love and obviously of Kat's. Will, Mandy is a smart dog and I know in my heart she would not double cross me. She would not cross Captain Jack Sparrow. I named her, I claimed her I welcomed her into my life and she welcomed me into hers. She is mine and she is there to help me. She is there to watch over Katheryn. I know it."

I stood in silence remembering what AnaMaria had said to me. This dog could provide meaning and purpose to your life. Oh how AnaMaria was so right.

"Stand by!" I ordered, adrenaline coursing through my body, as we got closer to the other ship.

Suddenly I was flying through the air as The Pearl rocked violently from a broadside hit from The Vengeance. I screamed for the men to return fire but there were very few men or cannons that were ready to respond. I felt the ship lurching more than she should have been and I looked in terror as William Turner lie on the deck beneath the remains of the main mast that had been snapped cleanly in half by a chain shot. I staggered to my feet and hurried toward him. I looked at the helm and noted it was still in tack apart from a few broken spindles.

"Gibbs grab the helm." It was spinning violently. " Rogers, Charles, Jim, Ben help me get the mast off William." I ordered all nearby crewmen who were not injured to lift the shattered mast off of Will.

Will was struggling against the blackness threatening to overpower him. "Jack I can't breath, the pain, it's sharp, it's as the edge of a cutlass is going through me." He was gasping and a thin stream of blood was flowing past his lips.

"Jack, I cannot go down without a fight. Your ship I cannot let go of the helm. I do not want to let you down. I need too---"

"To ell with the ship." I growled. "To ell with me. I have made a stupid choice to help Elizabeth and Katheryn. We should not be here tearing apart each other's ships and waging a war. I have fallen into Barbossa's trap and now you are paying for it. AnaMaria! Cotton!" I yelled over the cannons. "Come we must get Will below." The blood was now covering me shirt and breaches as I tried to comfort Will.

The air seemed full of the hiss and screaming of crew and cannons. As the shots hit The Pearl the sound was magnified into ten times it magnitude. Each crash that was delivered to the starboard side was loud and splinters were cast up into the sunlight.

Elizabeth came running across the deck as fast as she could shrieking at full volume.

"Will! Will! Please god don't be dead!" Cannon fire shattered the rail next to her and I feared for her now.

"Elizabeth, get the ell down. Go below! Get out of the bloody line of fire!" Her face turned as pale as bone when she saw I was holding Will in my lap pressing my hands against his chest to stop the flow of blood.

"Charlie take Elizabeth below and do it now!" I ordered with out looking at either of them.

As Charley approached flying debris knocked him down. He was now sprawled across the deck. As he rose to get up Elizabeth and I saw that his hand was gone from his wrist and the shirtsleeve was red with blood. At this sight all the strength fell away from Elizabeth, knowing that could have been her. She threw herself next to William and me.

"Those bastards!" I yelled.

"Jack help him." Elizabeth asked pleadingly. "Will, my love, don't give up."

"Elizabeth, darling." I said sarcastically. "The mast has fallen on him. He has many broken bones and he has been run through with the broken shards of wood. I need you to stay calm. I need you to stay out of my way. Go get me some sheets, and help Charley. I must pull the wood from Will's chest and the blood will come in torrents. Go and make haste." My fingers were already stained crimson and Will's breath was growing ever shorter.

"Will don't give up." Elizabeth said shapely while clasping her hands on his.

I took my bloodstained hands and pushed her from him knocking her on her butt. "Elizabeth go now! Get away from Will and myself. He is just resting a moment." I rolled my eyes after I said that, I wouldn't believe that either. "He does not need you to hold his hand. What he needs is your help. For God's sake woman will you at least listen to me for once in your life?"

Elizabeth rose she went over to Charley who was now clutching his arm and wailing in agony. To my amazement she actually did as she was told.

Will forced his eyes open, only to see me covered with his blood. I looked down on him and he could see the look of concern in me eyes. "Bloody hell, Will." I sighed. "What have I gotten us into?" He just looked up at me and did not speak.

"Can you stand?" I asked him in a determined voice. " I must get you below."

"Not a chance." He wheezed. He coughed once then twice and the pain racked his body. He started choking on blood and his chest was heaving. I gently dabbed the blood from his face with the sleeve of me shirt. But it did no good. A steady river of scarlet trickled from his mouth and there was no stopping it.

"Will, don't speak I'll take care of you lad. You will be fine. You are under the command of Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?" I was trying to make light of a serious situation. Hoping Will would believe me.

Elizabeth came back with the sheets. She was weeping softly.

"Will, I can barely hear you breathing." I checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive. "I must remove the wood from your chest. The Black Pearl needs you. Elizabeth needs you. I need you!"

By now Elizabeth was sobbing. Tears were running down her face. "Elizabeth, rip the sheet into strips and then you can hold his hand." I looked at her with sympathy and shaking my head letting her know it was bad and I felt William was about to die. " I'm sorry Will I shall…"

"You needn't say anything more, mate… I know."

Will coughed abruptly as he was drowning on his own blood. He caught the grief in my kohl rimmed brown eyes as I touched his brow and pushed the hair back from his face. I then reached for the wood.

"It shall be done." I retrieved the wood with both me hands on it and pulled with all my might. The pain stabbed through William like the bite of a dagger. Bearing swiftly down on the open wound with the torn sheets I tried to stop the blood as it flooded out over the deck and me. I wrapped him up as swiftly and as tightly as I could. Hoping the pressure would stem the bleeding and hold the broken bones.

"Cotton if you please I could use your assistance. NOW!" I yelled over the shots of gunfire and cries of the crew. Will's body went limp and I was not sure if he was dead or alive.

"Jack! Jack! No, Not Will! Oh god please Jack not Will!" Elizabeth was going into hysterics.

"It's alright." I whispered to Elizabeth. " He can keep his eyes open no longer. The pain was too great." I moved me hand over his eyes.

"Elizabeth, in spite of everything Love, remember Will has lost himself in you and loves you with all his heart too his last breath. He asked for nothing more and nothing less. He loves you. He is young, very young. He fell on the deck of me ship with black sails and freedom. If he leaves us he will know that. Nothing more and nothing less Love, just remember that."

The bright glare of the sun was in me eyes, and caused them to tear. Remember Captain Jack Sparrow does not cry. I felt weightless, like a cloud settling over the harbor. I knew the pain would be unbearable for William. Cutting him, slitting him, killing him? I hoped not. I looked at Elizabeth as she wept over Will.

"This just isn't right Love. My blade is sharp and my pistol has shot to spare. I should be fighting alongside Will shouting orders to my crew, taking our child from the bloody likes of Barbossa."

At that moment the boat being now so full of water suddenly tilted to one side as though she was going to sink beneath us. The air was thick with smoke and it was hard to distinguish who was standing and who was down. I yelled at the shadows of men. " Go below quickly you scabrous dogs, man the pumps. The Pearl she is sinking. We are taking in water. I myself am not ready to visit Davey Jones's Locker."

All hands within hearing distance went scrambling below, without further orders.

"Elizabeth" I raised my eyes onto her face. " I must confess love, I was shocked to hear of Katheryn and that she is mine but I did want this one last adventure with your young Mr. Turner. One last battle. One last horizon. I needed his skill as a swordsman in order to get our daughter back and I knew he would do it for you, not for me."

I looked at the broken mast and where it had landed. "However, I did not need him at the helm. It should be me laying here not Will. Alas his sword will not be in his hand. His pistol will be tucked in his belt and the sunset will not be on his face. Lass, we shall go and live our lives quickly and before we realize it we will all be dead."

I wiped the blood from Will's lips again as I looked upon his face. "Elizabeth this is the last thing I know Will's father would want for his son. Hell, it's the last think I wanted. William Turner, son of Bootstraps Bill, drenched in blood in the arms of his captain, his friend. Aye, his friend. I have tried with all my might to convey this to you." I looked into her eyes and made sure I held her gaze. "This is a pirate's life. William knew the risks. William picked this life. So darling if this is the end of William Turner, know he died trying to save your child. Trying to please the woman he loves. The woman he told me long-long ago that he would die for."

As I watched the tears fall from Elizabeth's eyes. I noticed all was quite around me. The Vengeance had stopped attacking and she was pulling away.

AnaMaria and Cotton finally arrived at my side. I stood up cradling Will in my arms and helped Cotton gather William's limp body. "Cotton take care of him. Please carry William down below to join the other half dozen injured or dead."

I took Elizabeth in my arms and I pulled her close to me. I hugged her and she also embraced me. Her small frame shook in my arms as she laid her head on my shoulder and wept. It felt like an eternity we were both hurting. We would miss our friend.

"Elizabeth." I whispered and moved back from her. "Please follow Cotton. The deck is no place for you at the moment." I looked upon the death and destruction that conquered The Pearl. I went over to the helm where Gibbs was doing his bloody best to keep the ship afloat.

"What the bloody hell were they doing?" I yelled up at the heavens. I looked towards Gibbs and shook me head. "The bloody Vengeance opened fire on us and I had run up the flag of truce. Those bastards." I glared at Gibbs and then at the rudder of The Vengeance.

"What's the damage? Apart from the obvious." I yelled at AnaMaria who was just returning to the quarterdeck.

"I haven't had a chance to find out yet. But I expect most of the starboard gun deck to be badly hit." She replied as she started taking in the damage.

I went over to Gibbs and took the helm. "Concentrate the men on repairing the mast. Once that is mended we can make for the closest island and carry out proper repairs. We will have to beach her in some secluded estuary or bay. I know this will be a major operation and it will be hard running her ashore. She is heavy and we are down many men."

I leaned heavily against the wheel suddenly feeling every one of my odd years.

"I will kill you Barbossa! I will kill the both of you."

AnaMaria came up from behind me and I could tell just by her stance she was furious at me. "What the hell are they shooting at us for Jack. What is it they want? Why did they fire on us? Why aren't they chasing us?"

"God only knows Love. I can only assume they want to put me ship out of commission so they can take her easily. That is why we must find a secluded place to mend her. Barbossa knows I won't just hand over me ship to him, but he thinks I will give it up for Katheryn.

"Jack, why would you give your ship to Barbossa in exchange for Elizabeth Swann's baby?" She glared at me waiting for an answer. "I know you are not daft Captain even though you give that impression quite often. Everyone knows you would not part with The Black Pearl. She is your freedom."

"Aye Lass, you know I wouldn't give up me ship. But do you know me? You may know my body Love, but you don't know my soul. AnaMaria I know Elizabeth Swann's daughter is on that ship and my daughter is also on that ship." I nodded to the Vengeance as she was sailing away.

"That ship? Your daughter?" AnaMaria shook her head in disbelief.

"Aye Love, my daughter, and I intend ter get her back or I'm not Captain Jack Sparrow."

AnaMaria looked at me as if I had just thrust a sword into her heart. What do you mean your-your daughter? You and Miss Swann? Oh, this is precious we are being attacked by Barbossa because-because he now has something you want. He wants The Pearl in exchange for your daughter? Jack how could you? How could you put your crew into such a foul web? There is no way we can win. You must know he will just take the ship and you will still not have your child. You Captain are-are."

She raised her hand and slapped my face with such retribution I fell back from the helm. Aye I did deserve it and probably more. She then raised her hand again and I grabbed it.

"Think before you strike me again mate. Aye, I should ave told you. You knew we were after Lizzi's child. No one asked who the father was and to be direct it doesn't really matter."

"OH you say that with such conviction. You know bloody hell it matters. You would not be here if it were young Williams child or said Commodore Norrington. No we are here sinking to the depths of hell because of you and your-your goods. Everything you do you do it for a profit.

"Aye Love, you got it right, if I see no profit in it for me I would not be here." I released her hand.

"I should have known. You would do anything for Miss Swann wouldn't you? I told her you were married to the sea and you would never be true to one woman. Was I wrong?"

She looked at me as if she really wanted an answer. I remained silent feeling it would be better for my face. Realizing she was not going to get an answer she spit at me and then continued.

"Does Mr. Turner know you are the father of his fianc's child?"

Looking at her as if she had given me the ultimate insult I wiped the spit from my check. I raised my right hand and extended my forefinger and pinky in the air I grinned knowing what I was going to say next was not going to be taken lightly.

"Fiancé you say, ah that is good to hear. So the young Whelp has asked her." I gave AnaMaria a crooked smile and just waited for a second slap. I figured I was on a roll.

"Well, captain maybe you did not know this, but I would have done anything for you. I'd fight for you. I'd lie for you. I would have even died for you sir, but not now. You have deceived our crew and me. Take your damn past; damn body, damn soul, damn child, damn Lizzy and your DAMN- FREEDOM."

She glared at me through eyes that were about to brim over with tears. I could see I hurt her and I was so insensitive I never knew how she felt about me. She then slapped me again this time harder than the first.

"AnaMaria my dear, that is an awful lot of damns." I mumbled as I flinched back and put my hand to my check.

"Captain I did think again before I struck you and I tell you I hope Barbossa strikes you even worse." She turned to go and I grabbed her arm and yanked her back, hard. I pulled her close to me. I knew she could feel my hot breath on her brow. I narrowed my eyes and I talked slowly and in a sinister way.

"AnaMaria. I owe you no explanations. Just because we occasionally share a bed, hold our warm bodies together and caress our pains away. Just because we share some very good and some very bad times Love, does not mean I owe you anything. We can give each other pleasure but that is where my commitment ends. I am your Captain not you Lover. I give you my deepest apologizes if I have given you other thoughts. My interest to you was nothing else but to take care of my own egotistical needs. Savvy? Now if you feel you should be privy to other information I will tell you. William and Gibbs both know the truth. As for the crew, I said before they are behind me. They know the mission is to save a child and to plunder what ever we may befall. There was no cause to bring up the child's paternal half. If you have a problem with this AnaMaria you may be dismissed of your duties at the next port but as of now you are on my ship, you are under my command and you will do as you are told."

I released my grip and as she pulled her arm back I could see a bruise forming. "Perhaps I should have told you. Perhaps it slipped my mind. As far as deceiving anyone I don't do that and you Lass best not charge me of doing it again. Savvy?"

Trying to keep a stiff upper lip and rubbing her wrist AnaMaria answered me back. "Fine captain. No skin off my nose. Have it your way you always do. I'll go report to Gibbs. When we get to the next port I will let you know my decision, Captain." She strode across the deck and down the hatch.

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As we approached the small sheltered bay the tide was running strong. The low point of land I was heading towards had a great long row of coconut palms and they began to loom up out of the milky dimness of the moonlight. No one spoke a single word as to our destination or what was the business we had at hand. We were now close to the shore the air was heavy with the smell of mud and marsh. The whiteness of the moonlight with a few stars pricking out here and there in the sky gave this cove a strange, silent and mysterious atmosphere. I almost felt as if I were in a dream. I felt so alone. Will was not by my side, I had alienated AnaMaria and Mandy was gone.

"Gibbs, mate. This will be the spot we take care of The Pearl. It is well hidden from the open sea and hopefully The Vengeance will not find us while we are vulnerable."

"Aye, Captain." Gibbs replied as the ambiance of the cove also engulfed him.

Now beaching a ship is a major operation and I knew it was going to take a lot of manpower and precious time. We had to run The Black Pearl ashore heaving her over with the aid of blocks and tackle made fast to what was left of the mast. While she was being repaired we also careened her. Scraping and burning off the seaweed and barnacles, caulking and replacing rotten and broken planks, and then applying a mixture of tallow, oil and brimstone as a form of antifouling. The warm water of the Caribbean and the Indian Ocean aid in the build up of seaweed on the bottom of ships and drastically affect the speed. Speed will be essential for our voyage. I allowed the ship's carpenters to take charge of the whole operation.

The days past slowly and in this tropical climate the work was hot and tedious. While we were on shore I did send some men to go gather wood for the galley stove and to fetch fresh water for cooking and drinking.

"Come men as you know this spit of land is not large but I have found a plentitude of fresh water. I have found a freshwater spring. Let us fill up the barrels and get prepared for the day we leave here." I had gathered up some of the crew and we filled the barrels and then rolled them back to the ship.

During our stay we ate quite well. We caught sea turtles, which made for fine eating. The flesh looks and tastes much like choice veal but the fat is of a green color, very luscious and sweet. The liver is likewise green, very wholesome. We also shot some birds for the cooking pot and found a plunder of fresh fish, oysters and snakes to eat.

When the careening and the repairs to the masts and spars were finished we once again had the laborious duty of getting The Black Pearl back into the water. When we had her out to where she was safe, we loaded her up with our provisions.

"Men you have all earned your weight in gold over these tedious weeks. I wish I had more to offer you than my gratitude. I promise each and every one of you we will plunder a great merchant ship and our pockets will be jingling. All I can offer you now is some rum. All men fill up your mugs but only one. There is still a devil out on the ocean waiting for us. I fear he is very close. I can feel him under my skin." As I talked I placed my hand on the mark that Jem had given me. Yes, the B had scarred me skin and I kept it well covered.

As we were sailing out of the cove I was feeling rather good about the whole situation. My spirits really soared when Gibbs came to me.

"Captain. I have good news for you sir. Young Mr. Turner is now conscious and he has been asking for you."

"Yes, there is a heaven." I looked at Gibbs and I gave him a golden smile that I had forgotten I had. "Tell the young whelp I will be there shortly. I must get The Pearl into the open ocean and make sure we are out of harm's way. Gibbs I feel our fortunes are changing. Mr. Turner will once again be at my side."

Gibbs placed his hands on me shoulder and talked to me as if I were his son. "Jack, don't get to attached to the lad. You know he will marry said Miss. Swann and will no longer sail with us. He will no longer be a pirate."

I pulled away, not wanting to listen to him. "No mate that is where you are wrong. Yes, pirate is in his blood but that is not what makes him who he is and that is not what will keep him on the seas. No Gibbs, Will is Bootstraps son and he is so much like him. He is strong, smart and skilled. That is why I know he will stay with me; he will stay with The Black Pearl and with the sea. He does not belong to Miss Swann yet."

I glanced out at the sea and then at the horizon. Will had been in a coma for several weeks and his condition had been deteriorating. I really feared I had lost him. I would make inquiries on his condition every passing day and night and the news was always poor. Elizabeth stayed at his side tending to his wounds, broken bones and tremendous fever. Elizabeth felt responsible for Will's injuries. My words to her filled her with guilt. She knew I was right about him. He was only here to help her get Katheryn back. He surly would die for her. He almost did. I also felt responsible. I had asked him to join me. To this day I have no regrets. Of course I would have if he had died. William Turner is a good man, a good pirate and a great friend.

A/N Now AnaMaria knows Jack's and Elizabeth's secret. I know for all those of you who love Will, you are glad I did not kill him. I love him too, I couldn't do it. Where does his loyalty lie with Elizabeth or Jack? Where do Mandy's loyalties lie? You will have to read on to find out. Enjoy!