Title: At Least Once More

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A day just like any other. But this day was going to be special. Will was finally going to propose to Elizabeth, and he even brought back Jack Sparrow to celebrate the wedding! But there's only one thing wrong with Will's plan: there was no blushing bride-to-be on Port Royal.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything POTC, so don't kill me.

AN: Hey you guys, what's up? You guessed it, I'm writing another POTC story. The last one wasn't that great, so I decided to go with a different story line. I hope you guys enjoy it. D

Part One: Carried By the Wind

The sun gleamed down upon young Elizabeth Swann's back, sweat streaking across her skin under her corset and expensive new dress. It was a day like any other. Her father had a meeting with the Captains, Commodores, and other soldiers, and she was left to spend the day alone. So here she was, standing on her balcony in the middle of the day.

Gently running her delicate fingers over the rim, her dark brown eyes gazed out at the sea. Will Turner, the man that Elizabeth loved more than life itself, was out sailing the seas, off in search of an old friend. And though it was only four days since he'd gone, it felt like four years on her heart. She dreaded the horrible thoughts that came to her mind each day she awoke, knowing he was still out there.

"Oh, Will," she whispered, praying the wind will carry her soft words over the sea to him. "Please come home soon. I miss you terribly, and I can't bear to last another hour without your arms around me."

She wrapped her arms around herself, longing for Will's warm embrace to comfort her. These past few days have been tremendously stressful on poor Elizabeth. Her father had been suggesting that they return to England to find her a suitable husband. She snorted at that thought. If her father really wanted her married to a suitable man, he might as well wait until Will was ready to ask her.

Even his name caused her heart to swell, and she blinked back a few tears. "Will," She said, swallowing back her emotions. "Wherever you are, I hope you can hear me. I wish you safe journeys, and I can't wait to see you again." She swallowed again, this time allowing a tear roll down her cheek. "I love you, Will. With all my heart."

A gentle breeze swept across her, lifting her words across the ocean to the man she longed to hold.

Will Turner gave a heavy sigh with a heavy heart. He had gone four days without his Elizabeth, and each day he dreamt about her. How he was going to last another day without her, he didn't know.

Painfully forcing her out of his thoughts, he brought his attention back to the matters at hand. He had just arrived at the island of Tortuga, in search of his old friend, Captain Jack Sparrow. If there was anywhere in the world, other than aboard the Black Pearl, he would be here.

It was just as Will remembered it to be. Drunken men chasing women, drunken women showing their breasts to any man they could find, sword fights raging in the background; not to mention the pigs were still around. The intoxicating smell overwhelmed him as he made his way as best he could to the bar.

He desperately tried to keep his distance from any women coming his way, fearing he would dishonor his love for Elizabeth. Every time a woman came somewhat near him, he brought his eyes to look away, and forced himself to move forward. Their drunken cries of lust sprung to his ears, and he ignored them with each step he took.

"Hey you," came a silky voice from behind him. A soft, dirty hand placed itself on his shoulder, turning him around slowly to face a young woman, probably still in her teens. "What's a fine man like you doing all alone?"

Will swallowed, seeing the flaring amount of rum dancing in her eyes. Her dress was torn in many places, some he wished his eyes would look away from. "I'm sorry," he said slowly, yet firmly. "I have to go now."

Her grip grew tighter on his shoulder, her voice more rasped. "You ain't going anywhere. Not until I get what I want."

Will sighed, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out four gold shillings, and handed them to her. "Here, there's four shillings. Is that enough?"

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the pieces in her hand, a sly grin placed on her filthy, red lips. "I never been paid for my body before, but I ain't gonna argue." She caught Will's eyes, and she slowly licked her lips. "You're gonna enjoy this as much as I am, boy."

Will began to struggle his way out of her grip, but it was too strong. She was bringing her face closer to his, her mouth just inches away from his. He bit his lips shut, and closed his eyes tightly, praying there was someway to get out of this mess.

"You know, he ain't as charming as you think he is," came a familiar musky voice, and Will opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was Jack Sparrow, his dark brown eyes glowing with the salty air.

"Why's that?" The woman barked at him.

Jack walked up to her, placed a hand on her shoulder. "He's a eunuch, love. Savvy?"

She made a face as she looked down at Will, letting her hands drop off of him. "It would have been fun, boy," She said, tossing the coins in her hand playfully. "But I'm keeping the payment."

As she walked away, Will let out a deep breath, grinning over at Jack. "Thanks for your help there, Jack."

"What are you doing here Will?" Jack asked, his voice sounding annoyed. Not at all what Will expected.

"What are you talking about? I came to find you."

"Is that so?" Jack gave a slight chuckle, raising his hands in the air. "Well, here I am. Elizabeth must miss you terribly. You should get on your way now, then."

He began to walk away, but Will followed after him. "I'm not leaving without you, Jack," Will called, trying to catch up to the old pirate.

Jack stopped and turned around to face him, his brown eyes blazing. "Why is that, Will? Sure, we had our fun, we fight good, but why would you want me back there? The first step I take, Norrington will have his rope around my neck. I don't really want to become the headless pirate."

Will's eyes softened as he looked at his old friend. "Norrington doesn't know you're coming. He doesn't know I'm here now. He won't know you're there. I want you to come back to Port Royal with me because I am proposing to Elizabeth, and the wedding will be shortly afterwards."

"Ah! A wedding!" Jack said, his old grin shining on his face. "When are you planning to ask her, mate?"

Will grinned, "As soon as we get back into Port Royal, possibly that evening."

"Wonderful! I'll have the crew clean up and we'll be ready to go by dawn!"

"Uh, Jack?"

"Aye?"

"You can't bring the Pearl."

"Well then what boat would you like the crew and me to sail on, huh?"

Will coughed, trying his best to form his words gently. "We kind of need to take you on my ship, so Norrington doesn't blast you down."

Jack sighed, nodding with understanding. "Aye, that would be bad. Very well, William, how 'bout we meet at the docks at sunset?"

"Deal," Will said, shaking his old friend's hand. "See you then."

Will sighed happily. Everything was going just as he had planned. He found Jack, and as soon as he returned he would ask for Elizabeth's hand in marriage. The salty breeze swept across him, and he closed his eyes, wishing he was home with his future fiancé at his side.

As the wind blew against him, he could hear her voice whisper in his ear, and he grinned as he listened. His heart swelled inside of him with just the thought of her small, fragile frame in his arms. And he was more than eager to have her forever claimed as his.

"Elizabeth," he whispered softly, the wind pausing to let him speak. "I love you more than the world, and I shall return to you soon, my darling. Keep waiting for me."

The wind picked up again, trailing off across the ocean with his soft words of love.