You Were Meant For Me

Author: williz

Summary: Will/Elizabeth focus- It's just Will and Elizabeth in a big adventure in which they meet many times. OK…I'm bad at summaries. But my story is going to be really fun. I swear! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Recognizable characters? Not mine.

Unrecognizable characters? MINE!

Recognizable characters that you just don't recognize because you're havinga bad day? Not mine, though I'd like to stake claim for them just that day.

"Alright, we're goin'a sneak real quiet-like inter tha' cell and knock out the guard, savvy?" Jack looked back at his companions.

As they started moving toward the guard, a few of the other officers ran out of the building, talking rapidly to the guard. "Gone!"

"Gone! How! When!"

"I do not know! He was locked in there for at least two days. He couldn't have gotten out himself." The guard followed the two men inside and disappeared.

"What's going on?" Elizabeth asked, perching over Jack's shoulder as he peaked around the corner. "Looks like one o' their prisoners escaped," Jack said, a small smile on his face.

Just then the officers and the guard trampled out, yelling at each other. An unconscious officer was then dragged out behind them and they threw water on him.

"There's blood in his cell. I cannot imagine him escaping himself. Someone has taken him." The others nodded as the second guard awakened. "What happened Ikmah?"

"I was hit on the head then I cannot remember," was all the woozy man said. "Sir, was that the one who shot the tiger?" Another guard asked, stepping up. "Yes, the young man."

Elizabeth gasped, but Jack pulled her back. "Will's gone!"

They turned around and started going back to their camels, Elizabeth clawing at Jack to go back. "Where is he!" She demanded.

"Obviously, love…I dun' know."

Unaro got up on his camel and let a smirk cross his features before being violently tugged off the animal. "Boy, what do yeh know! Ye've been smirkin' an' all smug this whole time! You know somefin' dun' yeh! Tell us, man!" Jack shook him by his collar.

"I know nothing, Captain." He stubbornly shut his mouth after that.

"Hello, Captain Sparrow."

All of them turned, Jack relinquishing his death grip on Unaro's shirt, to see four grungy men standing with their pistols pointed straight between each of the adventurers' eyes.

"Yeh must be part o' Barley's crew, m'I right?" Jack asked, grinning his toothy smile at them.

"S'right, Cap'n. Barnacle Barley's crew. Now ye've reached the end, 'aven't yeh?" He cocked his pistol.

"How'd yeh know we were 'ere, then?" Jack asked, folding his arms in front of his chest. There was silence before Unaro stepped out from behind Jack, catching a pistol the head pirate threw to him.

"I might have…oh, leaked a bit, shall we say?" Unaro grinned, holding his pistol up.

"You bastard!" Elizabeth yelled, going straight for him. Jack tried to grab her wrist, but she escaped, sailing towards Unaro and trying to attack him. The young man dropped his pistol and caught her flailing arms, holding her off and laughing. "I love when a woman's got fire in her," he laughed, causing the others to laugh also.

"You traitor! I hate you!" She was trying to get away from him still, but he only brought her closer. "Oh, but Elizabeth…I love you." He laughed before Jack yelled, "Get yer 'ands off 'er!" And he pulled the young woman away from Unaro.

"Takin' a likin' ter the lassie, Sparrow?" One of the pirates grinded out. "Wot would yer mate 'ave ter say 'bout tha', eh!"

"I'm protectin' 'er for 'im, yeh brute! Cuz yeh kidnapped 'im!" The man started cackling, the others following. Unaro raised his pistol again. "Let me kill him," he said, pointing it straight at Jack's heart. "No, no…not yet."

"Why not! There's no point! In a matter of days, William Turner will be dead and at the bottom of the Dead Sea," Unaro said, grinning.

"Quite fitting if'n yeh ask me," another pirate jabbed, causing the others to laugh.

Elizabeth gritted her teeth, shrugging Jack's hands off her biceps. "Damn yeh all!" Ana said, beating the governor's daughter to the punch. "Yeh cain't sink 'im! S'the Dead Sea! He'll float!"

"We'll make him sink!" Unaro corrected, motioning to a cannon that was next to them. Understanding his meaning, Elizabeth gasped, throwing a hand to her mouth.

"Not if we get there first," Jack said, knowing they would be wanting to take Elizabeth's medallion from her, if not her person.

With that he bolted, dragging Ana and Liz away with him.

A cry of indignation came out of the head pirate's mouth as he ran after them. "Get them yeh fools!" He screamed behind him.

Jack took out his pistol and ducked behind a wool cart. A bullet barely grazed the top of it, causing him to be practically covered in the white fuzz. "Damn," he cursed under his breath. He looked across the way and saw people running out of the streets and ducking down behind their carts. Even the officers seemed reluctant to get involved, so they darted out of sight also.

Elizabeth hid behind a wall, squinting in all the dust she kicked up as she dove into hiding. Taking out her pistol and cocking it, she barely inched her head out and aimed at one of the pirates.

A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she breathed deeply and calmly. None of these pirates were making away with their lives, especially not that betrayer Unaro. Taking one more moment to lick her lips, Elizabeth fired one lone shot into the stomach of one of the men.

He gasped, holding his stomach, before falling dead. The others turned and looked at him with wide eyes. Unaro's heart raced as each of the men beside him dropped to the ground, shot in various places of their bodies.

Ana blew the smoke from her pistol, smirking from behind the wheelbarrow she sought refuge with. Each of the three held simultaneous smoking guns before coming out from behind their spots, walking towards Unaro, who stumbled backwards in surprise.

"How—How did you do that!" He asked, petrified. Jack knocked the pistol from his hands, a smug look on his face. "Yeh din't think Will would 'ave taught the lassy how to swordfight and not 'ow to shoot a pistol, mate?"

"You betrayed us, you bastard!" Elizabeth said. "How did you get in so good with Gibbs?" Jack asked, ignoring his companion's outburst.

"The old geezer's as good as dead. Too trusting, he is! The second I told him I needed work he allowed me on, not even realizing I was on Barley's crew."

Ana squinted in thought. "And the letter?"

"What about it?" The young man asked, becoming bolder by the second.

"Why did you take it to us in the first place?" She probed. He laughed sardonically. "It was all a part of the plan. Are you all so idiotic that you actually believed a rowboat would be able to escape the whole lot of Barley's crew's eyesight!" He laughed more, apparently finding these adventurers' follies comical, even in the spot he was in now.

Elizabeth grinned, wryly. "If only Will were here to shoot him himself." Jack nodded, looking over to the young women beside him as if asking for permission. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes in confusion but Ana Maria just grinned.

Jack turned back and almost shot Unaro, but another pistol's bullet hit the the young man right in the chest, knocking him to the ground. The young man sputtered for a moment, blood dripping down his cheek from his mouth. Elizabeth stood in triumph.

"That's for Will," Elizabeth whispered, as Jack shut Unaro's eyes with a hand. The man who betrayed them all took his last breath.

"Elizabeth, you—killed him," Jack muttered, looking at the dead body a bit sore. He'd wanted to do the honors, but he figured Elizabeth doing it was just as fitting, if not more.

"I did," was all she said, holstering her pistol and spinning to walk away. "Come, we must make haste. Will hasn't got much time."

Ana took Liz by her shoulder and turned her, pushing the younger woman along with her hand. Everything after that, Elizabeth did numbly. She had just shot him, outright. Elizabeth had said Will should've had the opportunity to shoot Unaro, yes. But she hadn't actually thought she'd have the guts to kill him. Maybe take him prisoner, but not shoot him dead.

Shaking her head, she looked down to see that she'd mechanically gotten on her camel and that they'd been riding for a few minutes. "Jack," she started, unsure. He turned a little to look at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Aye?"

"Do you think Unaro was serious about…tying something like a canon to Will to make him sink?" She looked down.

"Course 'e was, 'at's the only way it kin be done."

The young woman took a deep breath, expecting Jack to stop the conversation. She was surprised when he continued. "S'how they got rid o' Bootstrap's body."

"What did you say?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I said that—it's how they got rid of Bootstrap Bill's body." His jaw clenched in the pain he remembered seeing in his dreams in Bootstrap's eyes as Gutierrez killed him. Jack hadn't been there when it had happened, but he suffered all the time for letting his friend die. He wouldn't let that happen again. Jack made a silent promise to Bill at that moment. He would find his son and bring him back safely. Will's father would be the last Turner to die at the hands of another.

A jolting lurch awoke Will from his two day sleep. Something underneath him was moving rhythmically, reminding him of his mother's soft rocking he loved so much as a little boy. This wasn't anything like it, though, he realized as he opened an eyelid carefully.

He lifted his head off whatever he was lying on and tried to lift his hand to his head. A steel shackle bound his right wrist to his left in front of him, making it impossible to move his arms anywhere but where they had been when he woke up.

Will opened his eyes fully and struggled to sit up. When he finally did, he saw exactly where he was. Some sort of box encased him. The pirate figured it was some sort of prison carriage, large enough for him to sit in at least.

Glancing up, he saw a small hole in the wood at the top. As he reached for it, the moving beneath him stopped and the door he hadn't even seen in his prison slammed open, a dark-haired, ugly man leaning against the frame. Will could only see the top half of the man's body, so he figured he must be on top of something in the box. Maybe it was a carriage.

"Well, well, well. Mr. Turner's awake! How was our sleep boy?" The man threw his head back and cackled. Will glowered at him, biting the cloth they had apparently tied over his mouth. "Oh, pardon. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Captain Barnacle Barley." At the young man's widened eyes he smirked proudly.

"I'm afraid we're just outside of the Nile, about to cross over. It's a good thing you're awake. This ain't the water we want ter be drownin' yeh in." He laughed again, before slamming the door closed. The movement started again, signaling that the journey was continuing.

Will breathed heavily, obviously wearied from lack of water and food. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hole large enough for him to see through. Grunting, he scooted over to it and laid so that he could peer out of it.

With a sound of indignation, he sat back up. All he'd been able to see was a man's boot in the stirrup of a brown camel next to him. Splashing was heard a bit ahead of him. Voices reverberated through the caravan.

They'd reached the Nile and were going to cross it now. After that, it would be a smooth journey to the cursed Dead Sea. A smooth journey to Will's death.

A smooth journey to further separation from Elizabeth Swann.

A slight gagging noise came from next to the man as he moved in the darkness. With deft hands, he groped around, finally feeling a face. It was bound, he felt only the eyes uncovered. Quickly, so the person could breathe sooner rather than later, Gibbs untied the cloth. "Who are yeh?" the voice asked in the darkness.

"Riley! Meh God, man! Yer alive! S'Gibbs, man!" The other man moved, sitting up Gibbs figured. "Where in bloody 'ell are we?" Riley asked.

"I dun' know, mate. But where's the crew at?" A small red light shone in the corner and soft whispers were heard, before the small light turned to a fire and showed the faces of most of the Black Pearl's crew.

"Gibbs, mate!" Another man crawled over to the older pirate and clapped a hand on his back. "They locked us in 'ere ter keep us outa there business, but I bet they din't 'spect us ter build u a fire!"

Joshamee Gibbs shook his head, squinting at the fire. "Where are we fella's?" Some of them shrugged but Riley answered.

"Looks like we're locked in the belly of a ship, sir. The constant rockin' tells me more, though. Seems we be locked in Barley's brig."

"Evil, this ship is. So dark, must be evil." Gibbs turned around to see Cotton glowering down at his feet. "Cotton, mate. Where be yer parrot." Silence.

"They killed it, methinks," another crewmate said, looking at the somber old man in the corner. "Cotton, friend. M'sorry, I knows 'ow much tha' bird meant to yeh."

Receiving nothing but silence, as was expected coming from a mute, Joshamee turned back to the crew. "Let's get us outa 'ere an' make sure tha' fire doesn't burn down the ship while we're still in it, aye?" They nodded, moving away from it to help Gibbs get them out.

Will was unceremoniously shoved into the water with a splash. "Swim ahead boy, an' if'n yer decide ter run, we'll kill yeh."

"You can't," was all Will said as he waded in the water in front of them. He could already feel the life in the river moving around his legs and going into his boots. Leeches weren't exactly scarce in these waters either.

"We kin, actually. Just be goin' lad!" Barnacle pushed on Will's head with his foot, motioning him forward. "An' watch out fer them crocs, boy! I hear they's livin' here a'plenty!"

Will glared up at the laughing pirates and started swimming. Barley nodded to his first mate to ready his boat. A few fishermen were out, as well as the eagles who frequented these parts.

Once Lambry had gotten the boat into the river, his captain stepped in, and the man followed, sitting down and starting to row. As he looked in front of him, he noticed Will still swimming. No man could actually make it all the way across the Nile River just by swimming. "Well, no regular man," he thought to himself, glumly, as he rowed his eager captain further.

After awhile, Barley's rowboat came up next to the huffing young man. "Havin' fun, Turner!" Will's face was scrunched with pain as he felt stinging in his joints and weakness in his muscles.

"Cap'n, should I pull 'im inter the boat?" Lambry asked, glancing at the pirate swimming alongside them. "No, no…of course not. He's a strong lad, 'e kin deal wif a li'l work." The other pirates in the boats laughed also, pulling their horses along on large rafts they'd forged out of parts of a ransacked ship they'd found on the shore days earlier.

"But, Cap'n…"

"Lambry, I says he'll swim!" Lambry shrunk back. "What are yeh, goin' soft! I'll not be 'avin' any soft pirates on meh crew, mate!" Lambry shook his head vigorously.

"No, Cap'n! S'just tha' the boy will be dead by the time we git ter the Dead Sea an' then there'll be no point to it, aye!" Barnacle opened his mouth in retort, but closed it, looking at the heaving Will in the water thoughtfully.

"Aha, good point Lambry. Now I knows why you be meh first mate." Lambry smiled proudly and began rowing slower so that they could drift alongside Will once more.

"I'll jus' let 'im suffer a bit longer 'fore I help him out." The captain grinned before calling behind him. "Bingly! Oi!" One of the pirates on a rowboat behind his own turned and waved to him. "Aye, sir?" He asked, clasping a hand to the outside of his mouth to carry the sound better.

"Drag Mr. Turner along on your boat! He'll be wantin' some rest 'fore we kill him!" The men laughed as the disheveled and soaking man was pulled out of the cold waters. He shivered unmercifully, feeling stinging on his arms and chest.

The other men in the boat ignored him after they got him out, so he tore open his shirt and saw at least five or six leeches attacking his skin. With a yell, he tore one off, leaving a trail of blood to drip down his chest. Wincing, he glanced helplessly at the other men.

Grimacing, a pirate handed him a dagger. "Not tha' I like yeh or nuffin', but tha's disgustin', mate," he muttered.

With a look of begrudging thanks, Will took it and sliced the leeches off of his arms and chest. He set the dagger back on the deck as the man took it quickly, and laid back. He was incredibly dizzy from swimming for so long, not to mention how weak he was from being hit on the head before. But now he lost a lot of blood, more than he wanted to know, from the leeches he'd encountered.

As the boat hit the shore of the other side of the Nile, Will groaned, being violently pulled to his feet and unceremoniously shoved to Barley's feet. "Like tha' bit of a swim, Turner?" He laughed and motioned them to bring him along. He was pulled to his feet again, aches and pains shooting through his body as they pushed him forward.

Will knew what this meant. He'd be walking the rest of the way to the Dead Sea. Barley couldn't kill him yet, he knew…but there was nothing that said he couldn't make the boy damn close to it.

A sigh escaped Elizabeth's person as they rode through the night. They were a mere mile outside of the Nile River where they'd have to find a boat to get them across. She was tired, but couldn't keep her mind off Jack's words to her before he stayed silent the rest of the trip.

"How did he die, Captain Sparrow?" She asked, quietly. Ana glanced to the side at Jack pensively, knowing it a hard subject for the pirate captain to encroach upon.

He sighed. "I though' I already tol' yeh that," he said, softly. "I don't remember it, if you did."

He looked down, then looked back up at the moon. "I wasn't there when it 'appened, but he was slain in battle." Elizabeth looked down, shutting her eyes briefly, before opening them and biting her lip.

"What happened?"

"It was in Kateri's letter, Lizzie. Did you read it?" She took a deep breath. "Will told me of its contents. I never once looked upon it."

"He'd gone off with 'is crew and was killed in battle. A general named Gutierrez killed him."

She dropped the subject when Jack's voice caught in his throat. Taking a deep breath, she continued to ride, finally seeing the ominous water of the Nile looming in the distance.

A few minutes later, they stopped their camels at the side of the river. "We need ter get ourselves a boat now," Jack said, in better moods now that the subject of his deceased friend was dropped.

"What about over there?" Elizabeth asked, motioning to some young Egyptian men in their small fishing boat, loading it with equipment. "Aha," Jack murmured.

"Excuse me, kind young sirs! Excuse me!" Jack walked over, raising his hand to them and grinning. "I was wondering if maybe you could bring me…an' my friends of course…over to tha' side of the river."

They looked at each other, then back at him. "Not for free, we wont," one of the boys grinded out, glaring.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Each o' yeh will be paid yer dues, I assure yeh." He bowed.

"Yes, we will." They helped Elizabeth and Ana Maria on appreciatively, as both women were of considerably good looks. Then Jack and the two boys put the camels on the boat before shoving off.

"Thankyou for doin' this fer us, mates. Very kind." The one who steered the small boat smiled. "As long as we get paid, we'd do just about anything," he jibed.

Elizabeth leaned over the side of the boat as she sat on the raft. Letting her hand drop and glide along the waves being made by the boat's pull, she sighed wistfully. It had been at least a week since Will had been seen alive. Or at least seen alive by her. She definitely missed him and had no idea how she'd survived the six years without him before.

A small, timid voice stunned her out of her revelations. She turned and looked at the boy who seemed around ten years of age. He blushed at her. "Excuse me miss, but I wouldn't want to put my hand in that water." She tilted her head, questioningly. "Why not?"

"Crocodiles," he stated simply. She gasped and tore her hand away from the water, clutching it to her breast with her other hand, eyes wide.

He almost turned to leave, almost laughing, but looked at her, narrowing his eyes. "Why do you look sad?" He asked, quietly, sitting beside her. "I miss someone dearly," she said, watching him and finally letting her hand go back to her lap. "Oh. Well, what happened?" She giggled, wondering how he'd gone from being so shy to bold in a matter of seconds.

"He was kidnapped." His eyes widened. "Kidnapped? By bad guys?" She smiled widely. "Very bad guys." He nodded. "I hope you find him, Miss. You're too pretty to be so sad all the time." He smiled and got up to help his brother once more. She looked after him and came to a conclusion. That boy was right. She shouldn't drown in her sadness, that wouldn't help Will at all.

She wasn't going to wallow away in her fears for her love. She would be strong for him. She would hide the tears she shed each night he was away from her. No more Miss Nice Girl. Clenching her jaw, she stood up and walked to Jack. "We're not letting them kill him," she said strongly.

His eyes shot open at her strength as she gripped his collar. Shrugging her off, he exclaimed, "Damn, woman…take a breather! Wot's gotten inter yeh!" She smiled, calming down. "Courage," Ana muttered, smiling lightly as she watch Liz sit back down, satisfied. Jack turned and smiled back at Ana. "Thata girl, Lizzie. Thata girl."

(A/N:) This chapter is a bit shorter, true. But I couldn't write more without making this chapter insanely long. So here is chapter 25. Enjoyed it? Yes? No?

I have school in one week! One week! Noooo! I'm going to die! And that will mean I can only update on weekends, mostly. I'm hoping to close off this chapter soon, because it really is insanely LONG! And I've got another story that I'll be starting also.

So you guys will NEVER be rid of me, Nyahahahahahahaahhah! (there's the cackle again)

Now for the review thanks:

Kelsey Estel: Once again, you're review was EXTREMELY helpful! And Unaro is dead. Muahahaha! Bye bye Unnie. Traitor! I was hoping this would sorta be a twist. But I think everybody already knew Unaro would do SOMETHING bad. Anywho, thanks so much for everything and I hope you keep your constructive criticism up, it helps me A LOT!

melleh1: There is an absense of fluff, I know Melleh. I'm sorry. (hangs head) BUT...I am williz, so you know there's gunna be some later. And I also know that you enjoy the action and adventure too, so MUAHA! Love you, Mel! See ya later!

cptn-jacks-bonnie-lass: That's evil! Why do they make us go back to school so soon! Noooo! I'm sorry for you. Honestly. But I hope this chapter is a little bit of a cheer for you. (shrug) Thanks for the review again!

willz1luv: Well, Will did kill the rabid tiger, yes...but that tiger was very important to the events of the chapter. Heehee. Sorry bout that. But you still own the rabid tiger. Heehee. Well, I own it really, but you are the inspiration for it, maybe? Eh, anyways...thanks for the review!

Drama Queens rule: Hahaha, you're reviews are always enough to make me chuckle. (chuckles) But I've updated! It's a smaller chapter, yes. But it clears up things. Listen, you best come back! Cuz I really do love you! Thanks!

Wills-lost-treasure: I've updated! YIPAAAA! Thanks for the review and the praise. It's much appreciated.

Things-One-and-Two: You, MJ, rock. I heart you times ten. Omg, reading and understanding ANY Shakespeare is enough to make me want to DIE! So confusing, I swear. I shall not be the one to depress you, MJ. You know it! (wink) Hahahaha, omg, I just now got it. KILL BILL! HA! Nice! Hahahaha. Ohhh boy.

lateBloomer04: Well, I thought about Elizabeth not leaving Will there. But then, that would have destroyed a lot of my plot that's just now building to a climax. So she left him. And she only did it for his own good, yes. (shifty eyes)

mz-turner: Breathe! BREATHE MY PRECIOUS! Hali, I love you! That's it, really. I love you. And this chapter hopefully cheers you up, because a sad Hali is a sad me. (hug) It's short, yes...but it shall remain! Doo doo doo! And this music, you know what i'm talking about, i know you do) is really making me laugh! AHAA!

rollinpeaches: You're not a cad, Emma! You're lovely! And I love you! And you're not a cad! And I love you again! I was in a late night INSANE mood when I posted chapter 24. Thankyou for reviewing! You are the coolest chica! Bye! (waves) Oh wait, one more thing...POLKA BAND! HAHAA!

Johnny'shumiliatedgrape: Wow, I know where YOUR mind is in the last three chapters! HEEHEE! Welcoming darkness doesn't REALLY sound kinky to me, but HEY everyone's entitled. You're crazy, HAHAHA! But so am I, so NYAHAHA! (cackle) I'm also a bit comical. Which is why I'm about to say...UNNIE DIED! HA!

K, that's the end of my review thanks. AND THANKYOU TO ARAMINTA (Ashley, I love ya) FOR BETAing! She rocks! Helped me with a lot.

Oh, and WillsOneLove, Caitlin, my friend...Lambry is back for you! TADA!

Bye everyone, see you later, I hope?

TA!

-williz