"Oh an' next time ya 'ave this problem" He said, leaning in the doorway, hand on the side. "Feel free to call 'pon me 'gain." Then he left.

"Go to sleep now, ya hear" Adellaide said. She blew out the root in the bowl. Then she left, leaving the candle lite on the small side table.

- Meanwhile, Will was looking around town. He couldn't find Elizabeth, and then Jack leaves him alone. Damn him, he thought. -

A/N: Normally, I'd let you people get right ot the chappie... but, this time, it'll be different. I mean, you could just skip this part and read it. Then, if you had sympathy, you would read my lil' note. But you're not. : D. Oh, by the way the four movies in my previous chapter were, Chocolat (When Adellaide corrects Octavia and says, Madmoiselle.), Don Juan (Where Adellaide holds the daggar to Octavia's throat and cammands her to undres.), Pirates of the Caribbean, (Where Jack holds up Octavia and says, Hold up there you, which is when Jack leaps on the 'pretty boat-ship' and the men yells at him), and Fear and Loathing, which A Bit Closer, Johnny guess. And so she gets a lurverly pair of Mort Rainy glasses. Also, as of request, this chappie will be of, well, Will and dear jack. : D Enjoy.
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Jack was walking threw the lonesome hallways of the Pearl. He could hear his own footsteps echoing in the halls. It somewhat frightened him. Normally, someone would be running threw the halls with a bucket of utensils for the cannons, or paincking. More often, there were drunken men stumbling threw the halls, with a lady of the night laughing, holding the men up. Then Jack was always forced to point them, the other way. The men were not allowed to bring women on the ship, they must go back to the lady's household. This night, however, no one was here. Many of the men were either in one of the few taverns in Port Royal, or well, Jack hadn't a clue where they were if the weren't out killing their livers.

Jack learned that when his ship was like this, he should sing, or hum. Preferably the latter. He didn't much like his singing voice when he was sober. This was why he never noticed his ship like this. When he was sober, he was singing, or dancing. Hardly aboard the Black Pearl. Tonight was different. He had been forced to go back to the ship by Adellaide. She came running up to him, before Jack had his first of what was about to be many rums. Sometimes, he had something different. Normally rum, it got the job done. Plus, he thought, it was reasonably priced. No sense in buyin' somefin more expensive if ye had to buy two for every one rum ye could be havin'. More money to buy company. Jack never needed money to get company really; rarely in his younger years did he have to buy them. Fortunently, he found the older he got, the better looking he got. He smiled in the candle-lit halls.

Jack was fingering his pistol pleasantly, deciding whether or not to go back to his room and load it. Nowadays, he only loaded it with a single shot. He figured it was good luck. It had made him lucky the first time, but, it wasn't always reliable. He decided that it would be good to have a back-up. He turned on a dime, and headed back downt he halls. Soon though, he found he hated his footsteps and chains making sounds alone. He began to hum. Every now and then he would add a word or two.

"Really bad eggs" he murmured. "Hearties, yo ho..." Sooner or later he found himself near his room. The door was locked as always. He decided after a few men stealing his rum, to lock it from then on. He kept the key in his inner belt loop, next to his pistol. He felt around, but he couldn't find it. He checks his pockets, rubbing them to see if his key was there. He found nothing. Discouraged, he decided against blowing it off and just leaving to go to the tavern. Oh! He thought, The Whelp! I forgot 'im... oh well... lad can take care of 'imself. Regretfully, Jack began looking down the hallways, but they were so dark, and the key so light that he couldn't find it. He tried to remember, Did I 'ave it in the tavern? Yeah. I did! Did I 'ave it on the way back... I tink so. What 'appened next... Octavia!

He rushed towards the room he supposed was the storage room and found the room dark. He cursed under his breath and began looking for a way to light it.

Then he heard, shliiiing, and felt the sword against his neck. He dropped the flint he just found in his pocket.

"The hell are you" He heard Octavia ask.

"Well..." Jack said calmly. "This is my ship... an' pfft. Welp, I saw ye nekkid earliar..." He smirked in the dark.

"Narrows 'hat down" Octavia said, removing the sword form his neck. "What are ye here for? What else could ye possibly want from me"

"I left somfin' here. Tha's all." Jack said, simply. He now just held a smile in his eyes.

"Uh-Huh."

"Yep, it was a key. Large, thick..." He stopped.

"You should already 'ave that wif you." Octavia snapped.

"Believe me, luv, I do. Ye'd hav half a mind if ye thought I was here for that..." He muttered. He got on his hands and knees looking for the dropped flint.

"Yer only the infamous Jack"

"Captain, Luv. It's always Cap'n Jack Sparrow" He said as he stood up with the flint in hand. He found it next to Octavia's bare feet.

"Well, luv. Sit down. I'm looking for the key" He said, when she didn't he said"Do ye really wan' to repeat this evenin'"

Octavia sat down. She saw Jack smirk when he lit the candle. In an instant he found what he was looking for. The large gold key. Octavia didn't wonder what it was for, because she would have to care to wonder. She didn't care. He said nothing, blew out the candle and was gone. It was all he needed. It wasn't a necessary time to fuss.

Jack didn't regret just leaving. He needed to get- wait, he thought, wha' was it I was going to get? Oh! He remembered, the bullets. He headed down the hallway when he heard another pair of footsteps. He thought nothing of it at first, assuming it was just a drunken sailor. When the pace of the other feet quickened, he turned around. There stood Will, shirt mussed up and sweat on him.

"Nice walk" Jack asked, sarcastically.

"You knew" Will muttered.

Jack started walking towards Will, waving his hands as he talked"Well, of course I knew- wait, knew wha'"

"About her." Will said. Jack stopped. He tilted his head. Then he nodded and walked towards him again, soon he was only inches away.

"Elizabeth" Jack asked.

"Yes. You knew that the Governor had her. You knew" Will said, raising his voice.

"Nay. I knew not, only to me best guess. Tha's what I do ye know. Guess where the gold is, and head towar' it" Jack said. Will cut him off.

"Not all treasure is gold and silver." Will said.

"In this case, howe'er, you found it without my guess. Ye knew where she would be..." Jack said. "So, where is yer bonny lass" Jack asked, he looked behind Will, but no one was there. "You did save 'er, aye"

Will looked down. "The Governor refused to let me in... He said... He said, I caused it..."

"Caused wha'? If yer gonna do tha'. Explain yerself. I don't like havin' to guess." Jack said.

"If you want to know. Find out yourself. Come with me."

"And save Elizabeth again" Jack put emphasize on again.

"Help me at the least." Will said, he waited for no answered and left Jack standing there. Jack shrugged and yelled"Alrigh'.I confess" But Will didn't wait to hear his confession.

They scrambled across the deck, and threw the winding streets of Port Royal. They made it to the Governor's house finally. There was no mistaking it really, it was very nice and large. Jack didn't know though, he had never been there really.

"This it" Jack said, frowning. He expected much more trouble, guards, a fence, something. Instead they just walked up to the front door. Will picked up the knocked and slammed it down a few times. Jack came up to him and said"Wif that attitude ye'll get no where." He pushed Will aside and stood in front. He put on his best fake-smile and waited. Soon, a maid came to the door. She began to say"Good Evening" But was cut off by a shriek. Her eyes grew wide and she shut the door.

Jack knocked again, and the Governor stood before them. "What is the meaning of this, Turner? Bringing a pirate to my home"

Jack smirked and said"Well, as you already hav a Turner inside yer home, I suggest you let another one enter. Because we'll come in anyway. Savvy"

The Governor just nodded. Jack threw open the door, as far as it could go and let Will lead the way. Will ran inside and began to run up the staircase, Jack just look at him in disbelif. Too many stairs, he thought. Will'll find 'er anyways... no need fer me... Not right now anyways...

"I'll jus wait down 'ere I fink..." He said, to the governor.

The Governor just nodded in reply. Jack began looking at the many fancy things around the house. He touched them, or picked them up. Including a silver bowl of wax fruit. He was so into the looking he forgot the Governor.

"Ahem..." He said. He stood next to Jack with his hands behind his back, laced in fear. Jack struggled to keep silent.

"Lovelee place ye've got 'ere..." Jack said. The Governor nodded. It was just barely a moment before Will shouted for Jack to come up there. Jack said to the governor"Fantastic seeing ye again... but er, per'aps another time..."Then he too, hurried up the stairs.

When he reached the only room with the door open he called"Is it alrigh' to come in? I mean, ye're not doing nofink righ'? Cos I'm tired fo seeing nekkid women I can' have..."

"Jack..." He heard a whisper. He looked in and saw Elizabeth. Her hair was damp and her face gaunt. She was under the covers. Only her head was above the many layers of blankets. She had her eyes open, a small glint showing how happy she was even if her face couldn't show that paticular emotion right then. Dark circles surrounded her eyes. Jack frowned in disbelif. What'd they do to 'er? He wondered. You wonder because you care. Jack cared.

"Elizabeth, luv." Jack said. He walked over to her and stood at the end of her bed.

"Hi..." She said.

"Wha' 'appened" Jack asked Will.

"She's ill. She wanted to come to us...but, her father kept her here..." Will said, he was sitting very near to her, holding her hand. It was then Jack noticed a bulge under the pillow. He smiled.

"Are you wif child" He asked gently.

"What" She seemed startled. Then she looked down, and saw the bulge. She reached under the layer of blankets and pulled out a pillow. He smiled. She laughed. It was clear and very different coming from her, a gaunt human being.

"No" she said. "Well, I'm not sure..." She looked to Will, his eyes lit up.

"You're not sure" He said.

"Welp, we'll find out soon enouf..." Jack said, smiling wider. This was his family, really. He had no one else. He took to them as they did to him. Will felt her forehead, he frowned.

"You're warm, darling." He looked to Jack as if he too, should check. Jack put out his hands and said"I'll take yer word fer it."

"What are you going to do" She asked, her eyes pleaded to Jack. Take me, they said.

"I don't know..." Will said.

"Welp, it doesn't help to be under this many blankets..." Jack suggested.

"Right" Will said, glad to have something to do other then sit there. He jumped of the bed and began pulling off the covers, but, she stopped him.

"Don't." She said. "I may be a pirate" She looked to Jack, who smirked"But I'm indecent..." She said.

"Ah. I see" Jack said. "I'll be erm, in here." He gestured the room next to it.

Jack walked out the room and shut the door behind him. Will took the blankets off delicately. She closed her eyes. She felt a lot cooler after Will took the blankets off. But as soon as she was bare, he blushed. She smiled. He went to the closet and got out a gown, the very gown she wore when she was on a beach last, with Jack. Isle de Maurta... she thought. He started to fold the blankets but, she stopped him"Come here..."

She put it on the gown and felt better. But she couldn't stand much longer than Octavia did hours before. She collapsed on the bed. Will went over to her and lay by her. She turned over and faced him. She had her hand tucked in the blanket and on near him. He had on hand on her and held it close to him. He wouldn't let go. Not that she was fighting it. This was her love.

After a few minutes Jack opened the door and called"How long does it take to get dressed"

"Done." Elizabeth said. Jack came in and turned toward them. He recognized the dress and smiled. Then he noticed Will and he turned around again, eyes wide and found an armchair. He sat in it. He stayed there, quietly.

"Should I lit a fire" He asked.

"Yes, a fire would be good." Will said. Then he snapped out of it. He sat up and held her hand in his. He kissed it. "What are you gonna do Jack"

"If ye were anyone else, that'd be Cap'n Jack. But, in this situation, I'll let it pass. Welp, I suppose we should 'ave 'er cared for..."

Jack piled a load of fire onto the place but, couldn't find the flint in his pocket. He looked to Will"Got any flint, mate" He asked.

"I do." Elizabeth said, she began to get off the bed and walk acorss the room but, Jack stood up.

"No, no. I can find it. Juss tell me where it is..." He said. waving her hands at her to go back to bed. She seemed relieved to do so. She lay on the bed next to Will.

"It's in the bearu over there" She pointed to a cherry wood bearu. "In the drawer."

Jack walked over to the bearu and looked at it. There were many drawers; he looked in the bottom one, but found only papers. He looked in it just in case. He said the words"...a few months along..." and "...in her condition..." He knew what it was, a doctor's note. He shut the drawer and didn't say anything. He didn't want to upset them right now. Jack turned to Elizabeth.

"Which one, did ye say" He asked, closing the drawer after grabbing the paper.

"What" She said, lifting her head.

"What drawer, luv" He asked, inclining his head forward.

"Oh, um. Near the top...I think."

He looked in the top drawer but found only corsets. He looked for a second with pleasure. Then shook it off. This was Elizabeth. He shut the drawer. Then he opened the one under it and found it. He held it up in victory and shut the drawer. He was tempted to keep looking but, there was no reason to now. Instead, he walked back over to the fireplace and squatted down. He held up the flint and striked it a few times. Satisfied he stood up and sat back down in the chair. Hypnotized by the orange-red flames.

"By whom" Elizabeth asked.

"Wha? Really now, you two were made for each other. Neifer of ye make any sense at all."

"I don't need to be taken care of, Jack. I can take care of myself."

"Yes. And it's workin' out real well too." He said, and looked over at her. She wasn't facing him. He looked at her back a minute then turned back to the flames. He got up and made himself comfortable in the chair. Then he tipped his hat to cover his face.

"Then who'll look after me" Elizabeth asked nervously.

"Adellaide." Jack said, he smiled as he gazed into the flames dancing around the wood. When it got quiet, he hummed. Elizabeth smiled and said the words"Drink up, me hearties... yo ho."

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Meanwhile Norrington lay in the brig. He was staring off into space, wondering what would befall upon him.

A/N: See! I don't kill Elizabeth off! No! I like her! Lol. Anyways. Well, I had to add a lil' bit of Octavia in this because well, that's what she's here for.

CaptainAnna13: She's ok see? Elizabeth is ok. And they are in bed together :clutches poster: yay! I don't have one yet. Grr. I need to buy some...

A Bit closer, johnny: Was what after she was with norrington? the dream? No. That was when she was raped and stuff. Not good. She was just dreaming how she killed the man who raped her. If that's what you mean...explanation pllllease. Oh! And you get Mort Rainy glasses. It was that or Jack's hat. But I want it. So you can have Mort Rainey's hat instead. Lol. Ok.

Ta! RR!