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 having a bad day? Not mine, though I'd like to stake claim for them just that day.

"Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, we….JACK!" Elizabeth nearly fell over as she entered the clearing. He turned quickly, hearing her surprising yelp.

"WOT!" Jack roared, a bit perturbed because he was enjoying Elizabeth's song. Without a blink, Elizabeth turned Jack around and he saw a large body of water. "S'that it?" He asked, numbly.

Ana Maria trudged up next to them and stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw agape. "The Dead Sea," she whispered in awe.

The three of them stood steadfast for awhile before a small smile started on Elizabeth's face. "We did it!" She yelled, running towards it. The other two yelled in the same fashion and threw everything in the air, chasing after the jubilant young woman.

They stopped at the edge as Elizabeth leant down and submerged a hand in it. When she brought her hand up, a thin layer of salt lined her fingers. "This is it, all right," she said, grinning.

Jack grinned too, setting his hands on his hips. "I think Will deserves more credit than you give 'im Jack. 'e led us straight to the Dead Sea. We're probly 'bout three or four hours ahead of Barley an' 'is crew!" Ana clapped Jack on the back.

"I give 'im plenty o' credit! The lad is meh firs' mate, innit?" He asked, sourly.

"Now what?" Elizabeth asked, standing up again. They looked at each other, squinting in the sun. As Elizabeth looked to the other side of the large body of water, she noticed a river. "Look!" She pointed. They turned and looked at where she pointed.

"A river."

"Aye, tha' be the River Jordan. It's connected to the Dead Sea," Jack said, turning to look at the sparkling, smooth shine of the Dead Sea. That's when he heard Ana Maria gasp. Looking up, he saw what she gasped at, wondering why he hadn't seen it before.

Steep, brightly colored cliffs rose above the eastern and western banks of the large lake. At the northern end of it was the river, and they stood in the southern end. The three of them stared for awhile, Elizabeth uttering, "It's so beautiful."

"Alright kids. Le's go, then." Jack picked up his bag and flung it over his shoulder. Elizabeth and Ana watched him. "Where are we going, Captain Sparrow? We have to wait for Will and…"

"I bloody know tha', lassie…but I dun' suppose we should jus' sit 'ere and wait for 'em in plain daylight like this, do you?" Jack interrupted, spinning on Elizabeth. Silenced, she shook her head and picked up her own bag. Ana followed and they walked after Jack.

"What are we going to do then, Jack?" Elizabeth asked.

"Hide," he answered, simply.

"Hide?" Elizabeth and Ana Maria asked simultaneously.

"Aye, hide."

"But Jack, why can't we just attack and take Will away from them?" Elizabeth argued.

"Do you honestly think it'll be jus' Will and Barley? 'Course not!" Jack let out a cold laugh. "Captain Barnacle Barley is a coward, he'll be havin' 'is whole crew wit' him."

Elizabeth's face dropped. "I hadn't thought about that," she muttered, disheartened.

Jack threw his bag down behind a large mound of rocks. "We'll sit 'ere…" he started.

"An' do what?" Ana asked, throwing her own bag down beside his, shrugging at Elizabeth.

"An' wait…for the opportune moment," Jack said with a toothy grin.

THUMP!

A cloud of dust kicked up around the fallen body of another crewmate of Barnacle Barley. The horse pranced around the body, frightened.

"Damnit! Somebody get 'im some water!" Barley roared. "Nevermind, we need it! Leave 'im!" He said, waving the man with the jug off.

Lambry stopped his horse and jumped off, walking over to the staid man. Kneeling, he turned the pirate over and felt his neck. "He's a goner," he said, shutting the man's eyes with his hand and getting back on his horse.

He moved his horse next to his captain once more. "How many is tha', Lambry?" Barley asked, no remorse in his voice.

"Atleast fifteen 'ave died in the past day. This sun is unrelentin' I say!" He grabbed the front of his sweat drenched shirt and began frantically loosening it. "God damn, the desert! This be why I'm a pirate!" Lambry exclaimed, swallowing loudly.

"Wot I dun' get is why the Turner whelp is still alive. We 'aven't been givin' 'im water for at least 'alf a day!" Another pirate crewmember nearby said.

"910, 911, 912…" Will had been mentally counting each step he was taking, trying his hardest to ignore the ache his body underwent with each step, trying to ignore the fact that he hadn't been given liquid of any kind for the last fifteen hours, and in this heat.

"Keep goin' lad! Keep on goin'!" A pirate yelled, bringing his horse up to Will's side and digging his boot into the young man's back hard. Will grunted and winced, moving a bit faster. After some time, he couldn't keep his pace up, so the same pirate took some rope from his saddle and tied it to the back of one of the camels carrying supplies.

Then he strut over to Will with a menacing grin and tied the pirate's hands together with the rope, making sure it was tight on Will's wrists and cackling as he remounted the saddle. "YA!" He yelled, swatting the back of the camel so that it started again.

Will stumbled forward, practically being pulled along the trail for at least ten minutes before a loud shout was heard from the front of the now ten men still living.

"There 'tis, mates! The Dead Sea!" They all stopped momentarily, staring at the majestic cliffs on either side of them. "I dun' say this sort o' thin' often, but them cliffs are somethin' purdy," one of the pirates murmured near Will.

Will's legs keeled as he stayed on his knees, looking with blurry eyes in front of him, focusing on the cliffs. He was in awe at all the colors and shapes. As he stared, he was jerked back to his feet as the men moved onward towards the water.

Twenty minutes later, the men came to a stop a good fifty yards away from the shore of the Dead Sea, tired and thirsty, as well as hungry and soaked in their own sweat. One of the men stumbled forward. "Water!" He gasped, nearly stumbling all the way to the water.

Lambry chased him down and grabbed his collar, throwing him to the floor and putting his foot to the pirate's throat. "You know wot's in that water, mate?" The man shook his head no, eyes wide with surprise. "Salt, nine times more salt then the ocean. Drink tha' mate, an' yeh die faster'n if I run a sword through yeh."

"Then do it, Lambry! Do it! I cain't take much more o' this! I need water! I need…" The frenzied pirate's sentence was cut off as a blade shot through his side. He sputtered for a few minutes before becoming still.

Captain Barnacle Barley sheathed his blade, not even bothering to clean it of the crimson blood staining it's tip. "How many we 'ave now, Lambry?" Barley asked him, kicking dirt on the man's dead body. Lambry blinked a couple times, shaking his head, before looking up at his captain. "Nine, Cap'n. Only nice."

"S'enough." Barley walked away to his men again. Lambry reached over and shut the man's lifeless eyes, wondering how many more times he'd have to do the same and who it would be next.

"Wot's tha'?" Jack whispered, putting a finger to his lips. Both women stilled and listened. They heard voices and a man yelling. Jack switched places with Ana at the end of the rock formation and peaked from behind quickly. "They're 'ere," he said softly.

Elizabeth nearly dove next to him and peaked around. "Where's Will?" She asked quickly, searching frantically for him in the nine men on their horses. "I don't see him, Jack."

"I do," Jack said, narrowing his eyes.

Elizabeth glanced at him and followed his gaze, finally seeing her love. She gasped and held a hand to her mouth. "Will…" she whispered, feeling a pain worse than death seize her heart.

He was tied to the back of a camel, his form beaten and his clothing torn. Elizabeth noted his posture seemed as if he had already given up. He knew he was to die and he'd come to accept it. She turned away and leant against the rock at her back, shutting her eyes tight.

"He's given up, Jack," she whispered. "He's given up."

Jack shook his head. "That boy'll ne'er give up. He's a Turner."

"So wot's the plan?" Ana Maria asked, finally speaking up.

"Looks like Barley lost most 'is men. Probly killed 'em like 'e did that'un," Jack muttered, looking at the dead body that was practically forgotten as Lambry strolled away from it.

"How many are there, then?" Ana asked, taking a pistol from its holder. Jack counted each man, not including Will.

"Nine…there were ten," he said, squinting.

"So what's the plan, Captain?" Elizabeth asked, taking the sword from its scabbard at her side and checking to see if her pistol was loaded. She put it back in the holder and gripped her sword tighter.

"We sneak up on 'em and take 'em down…we kin take 'em now," Jack said. He brandished his own sword and snuck out from behind the rock, motioning for the two women to follow soon after.

The three crept closer to the unknowing party before the men spotted them. "AMBUSH!" One pirate yelled, pulling his cutlass from his belt. Ana Maria stepped forward and stabbed him in the side, before another pirate came her way.

Elizabeth stood poised, ready for any attack as she tried her best to get to her lover, still tied and on his knees. "Well, well, well…wot 'ave we got 'ere?" One pirate from behind her asked.

She spun just in time to block the pirate's blade, only an inch from her face. She pushed off him and straightened her posture again, grinning wryly. "For a pirate, you're a bit weak, aren't you?" She asked, tilting her head smugly.

He growled and sprung at her, but she blocked each one cleanly, the sword staying in her tight grip. A sound from behind her startled her though, so she turned her head slightly to see what it was. This was a mistake, she soon learned, for the pirate in front of her brought his sword to her arm. She brought up her sword soon enough so that it clashed away the other man's sword before it did too much damage.

Elizabeth looked down at her arm and winced, seeing the trickle of blood dripping down her soft skin.

Jack was doing well against a pirate, prolonging the man's life long enough before finally running him through the middle. "Sorry," he muttered, turning around and stopping.

Barley stood with his pistol pointing directly at Jack's head. Jack gulped and grinned. "Well, hello mate! I was jus' lookin' for yeh," Jack said, congenially.

"I wos lookin' fer yeh too, Sparrow…wot a coincidence, aye?" Barley grinned a menacing grin at Jack and cocked the pistol. "This is no time fer me to be a gentleman, so this is where we part ways. It was a pleasure, Cap'n." Barley squeezed the trigger but was dropped to the ground, the pistol shooting into the air.

Ana stood with her sword pointed at Barley's throat as he laid on the floor steadfast. "Yeh can't shoot the cap'n, mate. Tha's not very sportin'," she said, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned. "Oh really?" He asked, nodding in the direction behind her. She turned and dropped her cutlass to the floor, gasping and dropping next to Jack. He was clutching his side in pain. The bullet had hit him in the side, but only grazed his muscle and skin.

Elizabeth pushed her enemy away quickly and ran over to help Ana. "He's been shot, let's get him somewhere," Ana said, trying to help Jack up. She felt a sharp point at her back and stopped. "Hello missy."

Elizabeth soon felt the barrel of a pistol at her back. "Drop it, lassie. Now." She dropped her cutlass and turned around to see a ragged pirate grinning his gums at her. She dropped her eyes to the floor and then looked back up.

"Is this wot yeh came for?" Barley asked, moving aside so that Lambry could shove Will down to the ground and their feet. Elizabeth dove down to his side and turned him over. "Will, oh Will…" she leant over him, rubbing his hair back from his face. "Liz…" He gasped, his throat dry.

"Cute, innit?" Barley asked, putting an arm around a wincing Jack. "Let the lad go with 'is lass, Barley," Jack said, gritting his teeth in pain.

"Fraid I can't do tha' old friend. I need 'is blood fer the curse. I need 'im dead." Barley cackled and grabbed Will by the collar, away from Elizabeth. "No!" She exclaimed, grappling for Will's shirt sleeve.

"Men, get these three fools and tie 'em up, aye?" The remaining pirates nodded and grabbed Elizabeth, Jack, and Ana by the arms, tying them up and putting them in the small wooden cell Will had been traveling in before. Soon after, the young man came tumbling in and hitting the back of the cell with a thud. The door was shut and locked.

"How long do yeh think he 'as, little lassie?" Barley asked Elizabeth through the door. "Not long, eh? Better get yer las' farewells in now…won't have 'em when 'e's dead!" The men outside of the cell laughed and they heard them walk away.

Will sat up groggily and rubbed his face, painfully. He glanced over to Jack, who was already getting his side bandaged by Ana Maria. "Will, lad? 'ow are yeh?" He grinned through a flinch as Ana tightened the bandage.

Will cracked a smile and leaned back against the wall. "Been better, and you Jack?"

"Same." Will looked over to Elizabeth to see her sitting in the other corner, staring at him intensely. He matched her look for another moment or two before Elizabeth crawled to him and flung her arms around his neck.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her face into the crook of his neck and sobs wracked her body. "Will, I thought I might never see you again," she cried, tightening her grip on him.

His eyes saddened as he felt her crying against him, her tears dripping onto his neck and rolling down his shoulder blade. His own grip tightened around her back. "Elizabeth…" he murmured against her hair, closing his eyes and reveling in the feel of her in his arms again.

Jack and Ana Maria sat by and smiled a bit, diverting their gaze from the lovers and trying to give them as much privacy as physically possible.

"Will, lad…you know what's coming, don't you?" Jack asked, hating to interrupt the reunion.

Will nodded somberly, a look of determination in his features. "Yes, I know. But I'll make them let you all go before I let them touch me."

"Will, no! I'm not letting them kill you! They can't take you away from me again, they just can't!" She clung to him, nuzzling into his throat and shutting her eyes tightly.

"I don't know what chance I have of escaping, my love. The only thing I can hope for is that you three escape before the deed is done. I shan't have my death without knowing you're safe." She shook her head defiantly.

"Yes, love…it must be done," Will said, taking her face in her hands and looking into her eyes. She broke down and cried.

"Will, we kin 'elp yeh!" Ana said, sitting up with wide eyes. He smiled. "Thankyou, but I don't think…"

"Will, stop it. Do yeh want ter die, whelp?" Jack asked, fed up with Will's annoying behavior.

"Of course not. I want to live the rest of my life with the woman I love, sailing the seas with my captain and friends…"

"Tha's wot I thought ye'd say. Then let us 'elp yeh! Fer Christ's sake, let us be the bloody hero's fer once, savvy?" Jack sat back again and winced. Will just nodded in compliance, looking down at Elizabeth again who had actually fallen asleep in his arms. He looked up at Jack.

"She's asleep!" He exclaimed, astonished. Jack just chuckled. "Course she is, mate. We've been walking fer days tryin' ter get 'ere ahead o' Barley and 'is crew. Lizzie's not been able ter sleep very well since you were kidnapped." He watched her even breathing and looked over to Ana Maria, who also watched the young woman in Will's arms sadly.

"Yes, but…falling asleep...just like that!" He stared down at her peaceful features and looked back up to his friends. "Of course, Will! She found peace in yer arms, Turner. Finally, she feels she's safe enough to sleep." Ana smiled at Elizabeth's sleeping form and leant back.

"How long do you think they'll wait here before performing the ritual?" Will asked, rubbing Elizabeth's back soothingly. Jack shrugged. "Dunno. Yeh never know wit' those brutes. But we need a plan."

Elizabeth stirred in Will's arms, nuzzling further into him and sighing restfully. The pirate's eyes softened considerably as he looked down at her. "I can't leave her, Jack. She means so much to me, I can't leave her. Will you make sure she's taken care of if something happens?" The young man asked his friend.

"Nothin' will happen…I'm not Captain Jack Sparrow fer nothin' lad. Jus' keep tha' in mind, will yeh?" Will smiled and nodded. "How could I not Jack, what with you reminding us all every given second of the day?" Jack shrugged, grinning.

All of a sudden, the door to the cell was slammed open. "Eh, Turner…it's time!" The pirate grinned and held out his hand. "C'mon laddies…c'mon!" He opened the door wider, sending the suns bright rays onto the face of the slumbering Elizabeth. With a slight groan, she moved, opening her eyes.

Another pirate shoved the other one aside. "Move, ye idiot!" He snapped. Reaching in, he grabbed Will by the shirt sleeve and tore the boy out of the cell, away from Elizabeth's arms. "No!" She said, frantically, jumping out of the cell after them. Two more pirates took her by the arms and held her back as Will was easily dragged away, due to his lack of energy and strength after so many days of no food and water.

Jack and Ana Maria were dragged out after them, Ana arguing loudly with the pirates. "Get your grubby 'ands off o' me!"

"What are you doing with him!" Elizabeth screamed to the men who held her.

All of a sudden, Will spun in the pirate's grip, hitting him in the face and gathering the rest of his strength to stab the pirate with his own sword. Another pirate advanced on him, so he fought, clashing his blade against the other man's.

Jack's eyes opened wide as he tried the same maneuver, but the pirate holding him pulled tighter on his arm, twisting it behind him. "Don't even try it, Sparrow," he spat, laughing at Jack's pained face.

"Ow, ow, ow, alright….alright…I give…you kin stop it then," Jack said, wincing.

Finally, Will was losing his strength. He peered over at Elizabeth, who was struggling against the pirate's strong clutch. This one look was a mistake because the instant he took his eyes off of his enemy, the sword he held was knocked away and he was shoved to the ground, fiercely.

The pirate pushed his face into the sand. "You think yeh kin escape out 'ere in the desert, boy!" He slammed the young man into the sand again. "HUH!"

Elizabeth stopped struggling. "No, stop! Stop it!" She watched as Will was repeatedly smashed into the sand. Jack growled. "Ay! Think that's enough now, yeh brute! Leave him be now, savvy!"

The pirate got up and dragged a coughing and sputtering Will to his feet. Will spat out sand and wiped his face with a rough hand.

Captain Barley walked up to Will and brought him to his face. "Where you be goin' Turner? Hm?" He laughed, throwing his head back. "We've got ter get yeh to the bottom of the Dead Sea. It's time."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in fear. "NO!" She screamed. Jack shut his eyes, hanging his head. All of a sudden, he got an idea. "Barley, you're makin' a HUGE mistake!"

Barley turned, staring at Jack. "Oh really?"

"Aye, that yeh are!" Jack said, brushing the other pirate's hands off his shirt. "No touchy," he murmured, straightening himself, and stepping forward.

A pirate held his dagger at Jack's throat threateningly. With a sheepish smile, the pirate captain held up his hands. "Right…wot I'm tellin' yeh is tha' yer makin' a mistake, Barley."

"Aye, and that mistake would be…?" Barley asked, impatient.

"Ye've got the wrong bloke in yer 'ands right there," Jack said. Barley turned to look at Will speculative. "No, I dun'! This is William Turner, Bootstrap's only son!"

"But tha's not who yeh need fer the curse ter be broken, is it!" Jack asked, grinning and showing his teeth.

"Yes it is!"

"It isn't!"

"Damn you, Sparrow! That's enough! Whether this bloke is Bootstrap Bill's son or not, whether I need 'im or not, I'll kill 'im anyways fer makin' trouble. Then either way the bastard'll be dead, with half chance of us bein' uncursed, aye?" He cackled, unsheathing his dagger and walking towards the water.

"Jack, do somethin'," Ana growled, watching Elizabeth's face contort in pain at the sight of her lover being dragged to the sea to meet his impending death.

"Is everyone watchin' now!" Barley called, motioning for his crew to bring the prisoners forward to watch William Turner die. Elizabeth was brought forward tearfully, trying to turn away.

Will looked up from Barley's grip on his shirt and caught her eye. Elizabeth received a great feeling of farewell from that look. She shook her head no, defiantly refusing to believe this was the last moment she could stare into his eyes, those dark, intense, wonderful eyes of the man she loved.

He looked at her, making all else around them disappear. Elizabeth felt no one gripping her arms. She didn't feel the sand at her feet. She couldn't hear the cackles of every last pirate on Barley's crew. All she could hear was the beating of her heart, and her labored, short breaths. The look in both their eyes was that of the young woman and her lover in one of the novels Elizabeth read as a teenager. The young man was on a ship, sailing away from her. She watched him, their eyes connected, no way she could reach him now as he loomed out of sight. Other people brushed passed them, touched them in sympathy, but all that was there was them two, looking into each other's eyes. They were too far way to call out to each other, amidst the hustle and bustle of the docks, but they spoke to each other with their eyes.

That's how Elizabeth felt now. She was calling out to him with her eyes, telling him not to leave her here, alone. He was telling her to be patient, she knew the look. But she didn't understand it. Be patient? What did he mean!

Finally, Barley pulled Will away from her eyes and faced him toward the water. "Say goodbye to yer friends, Turner…this be the last breath yeh take!"

(A/N:) I know you all hate me now. Because I cut you off FOREVER after chapter 26 and now I'm cutting you off at a very VERY detrimental part.

By the way, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER! I HAD SUCH A HARD TIME, SERIOUSLY!

But I've done it, yep!

Review Thanks:

immortalwizardpirateelf-fan: If that isn't a mouthful, I don't know what is...PHEW! Love that name. I shall take your suggestion to heart, and thanks for the review.

melleh1: I don't even need to say anything to you except, THANKS MELLEH!

rollinpeaches: Emma, I love you so much. You don't even KNOW! My chapter has made you happy, I hope. Because yesterday I tried my very best to cheer you up! I hope I succeeded at least a bit, eh! Love ya!

Kelsey Estel: You're finding all the loop holes in my story, but instead of begrudging you, I find myself THANKING you! I'm writing all of the advice and questions you ask me because I'm going to go back when this is all done and correct everything. So thankyou so much!

JohnnysDoll84: Chrissie! I haven't forgotten you! See? Hahha Bostonian Babe. Thanks so much, love! You rock!

A Bit Closer Johnny: Yes, yes...poor Will. (sniff) Heehee, I wonder what you're doing now...I'm evil.

Drama Queens rule: You left a REALLY long review and I love you! I've finally updated! Sorry for making you wait so long.

Things-One-and-Two: Thanks MJ! I'm sorry that you were disappointed, but you must know how happy it makes me feel that you checked for me! I'm all mushy inside... dawwwwww! Thankies!

mz-turner: Hali Hali Hali Hali! This is all for you, babe! You got me back on track with this chapter SO YOU SHOULD ALL THANK HALI! I love you Hali! (grin)

Wills-lost-treasure: OMG! THAT'S A LOT OF OMG'S! You shall see, I promise!

cptn-jacks-bonnie-lass: I keep getting that POOR DEAREST WILL stuff. I don't blame you guys, but you guys probably hate me right now. Heehee, sorry. THANKYOU FOR THE REVIEW!

WillsOneLove: Caitlin! Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you're alright and everything and that the hurricane missed you. Rotting corpses aren't always the loveliest creatures. Ahem...

Johnny'shumiliatedgrape: Your cackle kicks my cackle's ass.

Lord-of-the-Ruler: Oh posh posh. I don't mind that you haven't reviewed, I just like to know that people READ my story! THANKYOU THOUGH! I'm very grateful!

Alright everybody. Give props to Araminta AGAIN for reading this before I made a fool of myself and helping me!

And one last thing everybody...

All those who have suffered, all those whose family members or relatives or friends, etc. who have suffered from the hurricanes that have been hitting the East coast, you're in my prayers and I wish the best for all of you and hope everything goes alright. This is one time when America needs to come together, whether we have problems with the government or not. Who cares about how the government handles it! Let's all do something WITHOUT them for once, send anything we can and HELP those people.

That's all, and have a good week all of you! (wink)

-williz