(A/N) Sorry all, I will give two chaps!

"Jack, is it infected?" Will asked as he held Elizabeth close to him, as Jack studied the wound.

"I don't think so…but that doesn't mean a thing. We'll keep it clean and such…I am running out of my shirt." Jack said as he looked down at his shirt, which they used for wrapping Elizabeth's wound. "At least the bleeding stopped."

Will looked down on Elizabeth. She was so pale, and yet she looked so peaceful, she was still a bit off balance still, but there was no more mention of murder or James. "Will…I'm so cold…" Elizabeth said as she shivered.

"I know." Will then grabbed her shirt and put it on her. 'Thank God she stuffed her chemise under her clothes.' Will thought to himself. 'Otherwise she would be really chilled.'

"Why aren't I wearing pants?" Elizabeth asked dazed.

"You have your chemise, so you have a dress instead." Will smiled at her.

"I'm hot." Elizabeth mumbled.

Will looked at Jack who merely shrugged. "Take off her shirt." Will did just that and Elizabeth was back to her chemise.

"Give me my bloody clothes. My blouse and my pants." Elizabeth said.

"You're not strong enough to pull them on."

"You're going to help." Elizabeth said looking at Will. "Jack, turn around."

"And miss this show? I think not." Jack grinned.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as Will helped her up, and Jack turned around. Elizabeth cursed as she slipped her injured arm through one of the sleeves. Will buttoned up the front of her blouse, and quickly stopped when the slamming of doors was heard above. "We're in a house." Elizabeth whispered as all three looked up.

"Timothy's?" Jack asked.

"Perhaps." They then heard steps coming towards them.

"There is my once blushing bride!" Louis beamed as he walked towards the cells.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance." Elizabeth mumbled.

"Yes, you should. Pity Mister Turner, couldn't get a damned thing right." Louis sneered.

"What?" Elizabeth asked, her head still reeling from the loss of blood.

"I lied. A small itty bitty white lie." Louis said as he pinched is index and thumb together. "Mister Turner here really didn't kill your father."

"What?" Both Will and Elizabeth said in unison.

"I did. Will knocked him over the head with a vase. I thought great, thanks mate, for doing the job for me. Well, still the old bastard wouldn't die, so I took a sword that was on the floor, believe, it was you Mister Turner who dropped it, and I slit his throat. Want to know his dying words, my dear Elizabeth?" Louis said coldly. "His exact last words were, I am so sorry Elizabeth. You see, your father loved you, even told me so, that he wanted you to be secure, and you weren't going to get it with mister Turner. So he chose me and decided to run him out of Port Royal."

Elizabeth nearly fainted. Will hadn't killed her father? Her father had truly loved her…blood. Blood that was missing from her body, is all she thought about. "You smug bastard."

"Yes I am. Now poor Rose, my dear wife will pay for your insolence, not before you however." Louis smiled. Three guards poured into the cell and grabbed Elizabeth, all the while holding back Jack and Will. "Sorry about all of this, she really has a mouth that is just too big for her." Louis smiled and followed a screaming Elizabeth upstairs.

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"Timothy why are you doing this!" Elizabeth shouted as she was taken into the room by Louis. "I haven't done anything to harm you!" Elizabeth felt the room spin.

"I love you Elizabeth. Always have, always will, but you used me, used me as a shoulder to cry on, and then left. It is unforgivable." He said it calmly and it burned Elizabeth.

"Timothy, you know I am in love with Will…" Elizabeth 's voice faltered when she looked into his eyes. "What happened to you?"

"Marry me Elizabeth." He looked directly into her eyes. "Marry me and I will spare your life as well as the lives of those you love."

"Tim, you know I can't…I don't love you like that." Timothy sighed, he had his answer, and now she would deal with her punishment.

"Sorry to hear that Elizabeth. You would have made a fine wife to me. Louis is ready to deal with you." Timothy then got up from the desk. "I bid you farewell. It will be quick for Will I promise." Elizabeth clawed her way to Timothy, but Louis caught her by the waist and threw her to the ground.

"No one here to protect you, darling." Louis said as he grabbed her wrists and held her down.

"Get off me!" Elizabeth struggled. She could barely breath, barely make out anything, she was just so weak…so vulnerable.

"I think perhaps I should take advantage of this situation." His voice was low and sickening.

"Please…" Elizabeth whispered. "Don't do this…" Tears fell from her eyes.

"I know I shouldn't…but Rose, she is near to the birth of our child…Men are animals Elizabeth, the sooner you realize that, the easier it will be for you."

"What?"

"Just shut your mouth." He clamped his mouth over hers. She screamed in his mouth and started fighting. Elizabeth kicked him square in the groin, and he rolled off her hunched over in pain. "I'm going to kill you slowly for that." Elizabeth ran around the desk to get some space between the two of them.

Elizabeth's eyes searched the desk…a letter opener, which would help. She reached over and grabbed it, holding it towards Louis. "Stay away from me." Her hand was shaking, and Louis merely smirked at her knowing he had all the strength and power. Elizabeth saw the way he looked at her and she knew she had to get away, or at least do something, end all of this so she could get to Will.

Elizabeth looked Louis in the eyes. She saw confidence…yet, there was a hint of fear, he knew she was dangerous, but his guard was down, because she was injured. Elizabeth slowly walked around the desk and was now directly in front of Louis. "It ends now Louis."

"Perhaps." He withdrew his sword. "You might as well put that blasted thing down."

"Why? It can do the damage necessary." Elizabeth shrugged.

"Elizabeth you are nothing but a weak woman…nothing more. Even if you do manage to kill me, you will end up like every single other woman out there, at home barefoot and pregnant…" Louis then smiled. "Like Rose, like your mother, like every woman you know. Do you think Will would have it any other way?…" Elizabeth heard enough of his tirade, she quickly threw the opener across the room, it landing directly in the middle of Louis's chest. He dropped his sword, blood spurting out of his mouth, staining his stark white blouse, as he fell to his knees.

Elizabeth walked up to him and placed her hand on the handle of the letter opener. "Goodbye Louis." She stuck the opener in further. "I'll see Rose is taken care of." She then pulled the opener from his chest as she walked past him, not looking back, only looking for Timothy.

(A/N) Ahh…so cold…she had to be, bastard was a pain in her ass.