(A/N) Hello, sorry I was a day late with the update, but I got into a really competitive program at school and I was flying high…hehe…not the drug high, but the life high…well…anyways, I will give two chaps today!

Nuriel (sp?) I am sorry if I spelled your name thingy wrong, I can't spell worth of crap, just ask Crazy Pigwidgeon (sp?) LOL! I am glad you found some comfort in that chappy, I know what it's like when your world kind of falls apart, I've been there, but just to let you know, it can, and it will get better, I swear…

Williz- You know I just thought of something, I used to think your name was it because you liked Bruce Willis? LOL! I forgot to tell that to you!

Crazy Pigwidgeon- Glad you like it! And I hate work too! Believe me, it sucks, but as we all know, we have to do it for the rest of our lives! We need to marry rich, I swear, I'm gonna meet a doctor and live like a queen!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"It may not be wise to tell anyone who you are." Bill told Elizabeth as they walked into town. "The crew thinks I am a wealthy business man, and you are my daughter."

"Sounds good."

"Definitely. No one will bother you. I want you to stay in the cabin, I want to find Will or Jack first before anything, I don't want to risk anyone knowing you."

"Right." Elizabeth picked up her skirts as she walked up the plank. Bill held her hand firmly, making sure the large, golden colored dress didn't tip her over into the water. The dress was beautiful, it was gold with black embroidery, it had a beautiful full skirt, with a crème colored underskirt. Elizabeth fought hard to keep her balance, she couldn't wait to get it off once she reached the cabin, but to keep up appearances, to make it look like they were wealthy beyond their wildest dreams, she put a smile on her face. Bill was dressed just as handsomely in black slacks, a golden colored tailed jacket, and a white blouse.

"Just stay in here while we get going." Bill shut the door behind Elizabeth. Elizabeth walked into the cabin and wandered about, there were plenty of books and maps…maps something that Bill taught her. Because of Bill, she could wield a sword, fight hand in hand, navigate the world…and of course run a ship, and all was learned from the safety of that cabin, her safety net, her sanctuary.

Elizabeth sat at the desk and looked at everything. It was remarkable at how beautiful things were…and how ugly they could become. "Well, we're on our way." Bill said as he walked into the cabin.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

"Yes. Mark on this map all of the places, you know that Jack or Will might go. We can't count on them being together, so do it as if they were separate."

"Tortuga. Jack is always there." Elizabeth then looked down. "Jack thinks I'm dead…he is probably drinking himself into oblivion…I hope Will isn't with him…"

"Why do you say that?"

"I hope Will still feels that I am alive." Elizabeth then looked at her gloved hands. "He took my ring."

"What?" Bill had never seen a ring on Elizabeth before.

"My engagement ring, the one Will gave me. Danielson took it." Elizabeth then stopped herself.

"Listen we should reach Tortuga in a week or so, depending on the winds. Get yourself ready." Bill then walked over the and picked up the hands she was staring at. "One week. Then things will get better." When she looked up at him, and stared into the warm brown eyes, the same eyes Will had, Bill felt his heart break. She didn't believe a word he said, she honestly believed that things would only get worse.

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Six months to the day Elizabeth died. Jack sat in the Faithful Bride and was nursing one of his favorite bottles of rum. Jack hated himself, he could have told the truth, could have been less secretive, and Elizabeth would have been alive, and Will would be happy, not completely obliterated.

"Really bad eggs…" Jack sang to himself. Elizabeth was his girl, the daughter he gave up reluctantly, the daughter he loved and let go. The one comforting thought was that Elizabeth had died with Danielson, he hadn't raped her and left her to die…Jack didn't think he could handle the fact that she was raped and beaten…

"Jack?" Will soft voice took him out of his trance.

"Mmm?" Jack couldn't find words.

"Can I have a word?"

"Sure." Will looked like he had aged tremendously in the six months he has been grieving for Elizabeth. He was a bit more rugged, his facial hair was unkempt, and something had died in his eyes, they had gone cold and mean, full of hate and revenge and torture.

"There is a ship pulling into harbor in a weeks time. Word is, that the man that is captain and who owns it is unseeingly wealthy."

"Crew? Passengers?" Jack asked. "Cargo?"

"Cargo is unsure. Normal sized crew, young, all of them. Only other passenger is the man's daughter."

"Should be an easy take." Jack then rolled his head, to alleviate the incredibly tense muscles around his neck. "Should we meet them, or should we let them come to us?"

"I say we get off this rock and get them. Blow the ship to pieces…I don't care." Will said unfeeling.

"There is a young girl on that ship, I won't risk hurting her. Sorry Will, but your rage won't be taken on this ship." Jack said as he leaned back on his chair.

"I miss her Jack. I feel her around me all the time. I dream of her, I see her…I hear her…"

"What does she say?" Jack said leaning closer to Will.

"That she is here with me…that she never left, that she is coming for me." Will then sighed. "But I know that's not true, she's dead…" The words left a bitter taste in his mouth. "I just don't feel it."

"I know what you mean. I don't feel it either, but she's gone, nothing we can do anymore." Jack then went back to nursing his rum.

"Why didn't you tell her?" Will said suddenly.

"Tell her what?"

"Tell her that you did love her?" Will asked.

"The time I spent with her was she was young was short, and the time we spent when she learned the truth was short." Jack took another big swig of his rum and set down the glass. "Let's go."

They walked down to the dock, to the magnificent Black Pearl, still in all her glory. Will remembered how much Elizabeth would read about pirates, especially of the Black Pearl, of Jack Sparrow. They would spend hours on the beach just reading, Will thought it was cruel and shuttered at times, shuttered at some of the things Elizabeth was reading. But Elizabeth seemed to enjoy it, her eyes widened with excitement when she would read about a miraculous escape, or a port being raided. Now he was living the same tales Elizabeth read about, there was nothing fun or exciting about it. Will hadn't once thought about going back to Port Royal, that would mean facing the Governor and Commodore, and he just couldn't tell them about Elizabeth's death. Surely he would be blamed for it and subsequently hanged, he missed Elizabeth, he loved her, how the hell was he going to move on without her.