As Jack ran, he swore he could here the Doctor behind him every step of the way. Not that he was afraid of the man, but as he was a former pirate after all, he figured it was probably less than wise to cross him. Well, to cross him after crossing him.

He kept glancing down at the unconscious girl in his arms. He hadn't done a proper kidnapping in – well, not very recently anyways. He jogged down the dock, nodded to the portmaster and dashed aboard the gangplank.

"Let's go lads!" he roared. The crew sprang into action; pulling anchors, raising sails, and maneuvering the ship out into open waters.

"How is she?" Will gasped, racing over to Jack and his precious cargo.

"Well enough- Oi! Watch those bumps! Keep it smooth mates!"

He shook his heads and carefully carried Tori below decks to a clean, quiet room Will had prepared.

"She's going to need rest, quiet, warmth, to be kept dry, clean – maybe we should've left her there…." Jack mused lightly

"Maybe," Will agreed. "But I wouldn't care to face her upon her recovery."

The duo quietly backed out of the cabin, extinguishing the lantern as they went. There was still a full day and a half of sailing to make up for.

Jack's feet had barely touched the deck as Gibb's voice rang out from the mast.

"Capt'n, there's a storm comin' off tha' shore sir, and us with our riggin' down!"

"All hands on deck Mr. Gibbs! William, take the helm, steer for that gap ahead."

"But Jack-" Will protested

"Keep us on course lad." Jack ignored the blatantly alarmed stares from the crew as Will dashed to seize the dangerously spinning wheel, hopelessly turning it.

"There." Came a soft voice behind him. He turned, and found Tori wrapped in a blanket, swaying gently. "Pay attention," She snapped "You'll bring the boom around!"

Will panicked and jerked the wheel. Tori stumbled, suppressing a cry. The rest of the crew was somewhat less reserved of sharing their displeasure with the helmsman.

"No Sudden Movements!" She enunciated, stabling herself shakily.

"You should be below, You're not well!" Will said without looking at her. He feared to tear his eyes from the ocean ahead.

"You should learn to steer!"

Will whipped back to face her and the two glared, their emotions tied to the ever-darkening sky. The winds kicked up a notch or eight and Tori glanced meaningfully at the wheel.

"Do you want to do this?" Will suggested dourly

"I... I can't." Tori replied quietly, and Will noticed her hand grasping her side. He returned to the wheel. "Do you see that gap?' She asked, pointing.

"There's too much fog in the way."

"No there isn't. You can feel the oppression of the cliffs; now feel the freedom in between. Can you feel the change in the ocean? The waves?"

"Only where the waves are crashing…" Will paused as his words registered. There was something there- an epiphany. "No waves means no land! That's where the gap is!"

Tori smiled slightly and Will clumsily managed to steer the ship through the gap. They sailed in between the two cliffs where the water was still as glass and a sudden silence fell over the ship. Will relaxed, but Tori tensed even more.

"Steer left."

"Left! But Tori, there's a cliff over there!"
"Will, this cliff goes away and when it does the wind will dash us against the rocks."

Will eased the ship to the left just as the cliff as a gust of wind funneled through the cliffs and rocked the ship dangerously close to the crag on the right.

"Damn," Jack swore, stumbling from the lurch. "GIBBS!"

"We're fine Capt'n, but ye'd better get down here!"

Well, Jack thought, at least we haven't been dashed against any rocks… yet.

Before he swung down from the mast he looked over to Will at the helm- and saw a dark figure beside him. Jack leapt to the deck and raced to the wheel. Will maneuvered the ship back to open waters and veered right as the lights of Port Royal came into view.

"Ah, William. Who was-" Jack paused upon seeing an old barrel with a blanket draped over it. He spun a quick grin "Right. Well done lad." He distractedly clapped Will on the shoulder and headed below for a tot-or- twelve of whatever booze was still left. "Oh... don't... dock tonight lad eh? I dun want a redcoat giving me a shave being the firs thing I see in the morning when I come to, hmm?" Gibbs strolled over to a rather bemused looking Will and gently took the wheel from him.

"I'll take tha'." He winked, and Will gratefully released it to him.

Will lay in his hammock and fingered the Star, shining it, noting it's odd detail. He would return it, of course, after he saved Elizabeth. Suddenly, it seemed morning was too close, yet is still felt so far away.

"Jack, pull faster!"

"Look lad," Jack grunted "You try runnin' up riggin' in a storm, then hauling oars." Tori sat quietly in the bow of the little vessel to stabilize it in the waves looking very pale.

"There's a doctor just in the harbour," Will whispered.

"She'll be safer there," Jack agreed, feeling an odd little déjà vu he couldn't quite put his finger on. Passing the strung pirate skeletons, Jack automatically stood and removed his hat and Tori touched her brow.

The boat scraped gravel just before the first rays of sun graced the sky. Will scooped up the slight girl in his arms and Jack broke down the door to the Doctor's.

"I'll come back for you." Will promised, laying her on the sofa.

"Don't let them give you any funny business luv." Jack parted, leaning the broken door back in its place. Then the men left for the Swann Mansion.

Will pounded on the door until the maid cautiously opened it.

"Miss Elizabeth!" Will gasped

"Mister Turner! Come in! Miss Elizabeth is upstairs sir!" The maid smiled joyously and held the door open. Will rushed past her, and Jack paused to eye the flustered lass. He tossed her a wink, and elegantly dashed after his comrade.

The young blacksmith burst into the room where Elizabeth lay, ashen faced and motionless. Governor Swann jumped to his feet, shocked at the intrusion.

"Elizabeth!" He went to her side and held her cold hand, brushing a stray hair from her face.
"Ahem... Will." Jack jerked his head meaningfully. "Antidote!" he coughed.

"Oh! Your honour," Will addressed the bewildered governor, "I have the antidote for Elizabeth!" He withdrew the charm from his pocket and broke the top off. It was...

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