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.

Elizabeth stood up in front of Will, her hair flowing from behind the bandana adorning her honey locks, to see what was happening.

"And Elizabeth. So wonderful to finally meet you. Commodore Norrington has told me much about your beauty, but I fear it hasn't done your actual appearance justice…" Colonel Jackson smirked menacingly at the young woman on the Pearl.

Will took her hand and squeezed it, positioning himself in front of her for her own protection. "You'll address Captain Sparrow and I Colonel, speak not to the lady," William stated calmly, anger surging through his gaze.

Jackson laughed, hearing his crew of soldiers laugh with him. "You see this, my boy?" He asked, motioning to the three other ships cornering the Black Pearl. "I don't believe you're in any position to make requests of anyone, let alone me."

Jack stepped up. "We weren't doing anythin', wot do yeh want wit' us?" Jack asked.

"You're bloody pirates, it's my duty to see that you're all punished the way pirates should be punished…" He paused before another man came to stand beside him, placing his hand on the colonel's shoulder.

"…A short drop and a sudden stop," Commodore Norrington said, sneering at the pirates.

Elizabeth froze, her blood boiling. "Norrington, you bastard! Why can't you just leave me alone! Why must you always be after me!" She yelled, trying to get passed Will who held her steadfastly.

"Shh, love. Calm down. It's alright, I'll take care of things…s'alright." Will whispered, feeling her arm muscles loosen in his grip as she calmed.

"So you've fallen in love with the pirate, Elizabeth?" Norrington asked, a twinge of hatred shining in his eyes as he stared at that same pirate. Elizabeth ignored him and stayed behind William, not because she felt any fear, though she most admittedly did, but because she knew the poor boy wouldn't permit her to stand anywhere else so that he could be sure she was protected.

"He'll only drop you off for another whore in Tortuga, my dear. There's nothing in a life with pirates…" The navy man started.

"Just get on with it Norrington, and leave her alone," Will growled, his eyes glaring at the man.

"Alright then. Men, take Mr. Turner and his crew aboard and lock them in the brig. All of them….and take Miss Swann to my quarters." He gave her an especially smug grin as Norrington's crew boarded the Black Pearl.

"Ye'll not be doin' any damage ter meh Pearl, Norry! Cuz I swear if'n yeh do, I'll 'ave yer 'ead on a platter with meh rum!" Jack snarled as two men apprehended him and held him as they prepared to bring the captain to the brig of the British ship.

Two pairs of hands grappled with Will's arms as he struggled, seeing another man take his beloved into his grip. "Let her go!" Will said, angrily, fighting to get to her.

"Will!" The young man stopped struggling to see his captain on the British ship. "Will, stop fightin'…there's nothin' we kin do now," Jack said, his eyes downcast as he saw the disbelief in his first mate's eyes.

Will let his body go limp as he took the rope and swung to the other ship, keeping his eyes on Elizabeth as she herself swung across. With one last look at her fiancé, Elizabeth Swann pushed away from her captors and flung herself at Will, placing her lips against his before being pulled away. "No!" She screamed, being dragged to the captain's quarters.

Will dropped his head in failure, letting himself be dragged down to the brig with his captain and fellow crewmates. He caught Lambry's eyes with his own as the older man smiled sadly at him. His look seemed to say "You'll see her again" but Will looked away, not sure if he would.

Elizabeth yelled loudly, pounding on the door to the cabin before it swung open and Commodore Norrington strode into the room, shutting and latching the door behind him. He took her into his arms and hugged her to him, as Elizabeth stood prostate momentarily stunned. "I've missed you terribly, Elizabeth," he muttered to her.

She viciously shoved him away, feeling disgusted beyond all belief. "How dare you put your hands anywhere near me!" She yelled, walking as far away as possible.

He was about to speak when someone wrapped on the door behind him. With a roll of his eyes at the interruption, he opened the door, letting in Governor Swann. "Elizabeth!" The old man said affectionately, gathering his daughter into his arms. "Oh, Elizabeth, my darling child!"

Elizabeth felt tears gathering as she leant into his arms. "Father…" she breathed, squeezing tighter. Weatherby Swann let her out of his grip and held her in front of him. "What in the Lord's name are you wearing, my daughter? This isn't entirely appropriate for a young woman of your class to be wearing…is this man's clothing? Oh, my dear, I don't care!" He brought her to him again, kissing her cheek and hugging her, breathless with relief.

"Those evil men, what have they done to you! Are you hurt?" He asked, stroking her hair back.

She shook her head, wiping the tears from her eyes. "No, please Father…they are…"

"Oh, you poor dear…I can't imagine. I'll make sure they hang…"

"NO!" She yelled, grabbing his arms.

"W-What?" Swann asked, eyes wide. "No what?" He reiterated.

"Don't hang them, Father. They saved my life!" She begged, clenching her teeth.

"What are you talking about, my dear? They kidnapped you! That Sparrow and his boy, Turner…they took you from your home, from me! They shall hang, my darling! They've plagued your mind with horrible things!"

Norrington stepped in. "The Turner boy has poisoned your daughter into thinking she loves him," he said.

"What!" Weatherby asked, staring at his daughter angrily. "Love! A pirate!" He was dumbfounded. How could any man be so evil as to brainwash a woman into falling in love with him, let alone a woman of society falling in love with a pirate?

"He has not poisoned me, Father! I've fallen in love with him! So deeply and wholeheartedly that my heart longs to be with him when he's away! Please understand…" She started, passionately.

"Do you see, Governor, sir? She's completely mind-boggled with him. He must possess some sort of wizardry!" Norrington said.

"That's preposterous, James! Wizardry! My goodness, but you've both gone completely mad!" She said disbelievingly.

The governor and James shared a disappointed shake of the head before Swann spoke. "They will stay in the brig with little supplies and will hang in Port Royal the morning after we arrive." With that, he kissed his distraught daughter on the cheek and left the room, ignoring her pleas. As the door shut, she banged her head against it and cried bitterly, her tears dripping onto the wood and sliding down like raindrops along the petals of the smoothest flower.

She felt a hand on her shoulder as she whipped about and slapped Norrington's face as hard as she could. "You bastard! Show me to him!" She screamed.

"You have just seen your father…" he tried, grabbing his aching jaw.

"You know who I mean!" She yelled, starting to hit him. He grabbed her arms. "You shall not see him before he's hanging from a rope by his neck in Port Royal," he said, opening the door to the cabin and looking behind to the broken young woman standing in pirate's clothing. "…dead." He spat, slamming the door behind him.

Will sat with his head leant against the bars of his cell, thinking of how lovely his life was going to be just a few minutes before this. He was engaged to the love of his life, the one woman he could share every moment of his life with and never get tired of, his girl…and now he was in a cell, awaiting the end of the voyage to Port Royal where he would surely hang. "Bad luck old man," Jack muttered, watching the display of emotions on Will's face.

If there was one thing about William Turner, it was that you could always tell his emotions if you were close to him. He only took care to hide them when he was with strangers, but now they streaked across his face obviously.

"Don't 'bad luck old man' me, Jack Sparrow…you've done absolutely nothing to help. And now I shall never see her again." His eyes shot down to his hands sadly.

"I think you will, lad," Gibbs said. "You always have such a bad feelin' about thin's when you should look at the best in the situations," he continued, smiling.

"Gibbs, wot in God's name is good about all this!" Jack asked, sarcastically.

"Well, you're ship isn't sunk! And we're all in good health!" Gibbs defended sourly.

"Not for long," another pirate muttered. "We're gunna 'ang, I knows it…we're bloody pirates, wot else do they do with people like us?"

"They cain't see the art in piratin'," another said.

"There ain't no art in piratin'! We're a lot, aren't we lads!" Lambry chuckled. "One o' us mopin' cuz he finks he's lost the love of 'is life, one o' us tryin' ter find the good in the fact that we're all as good as dead pretty soon, and another worryin' over 'is damn boat!"

"SHIP!" Jack corrected quickly, before laying back against the bars again.

"Ship, ship, sorry Cap'n…while the rest of us sit an'…" he paused, staring at two pirates who were flicking pieces of a human bone around at each other. "…flick human bone at the rest of us…Jesus, lads! Wot be yer problem, stop it!" He shook his head wryly. "Pirates…" he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Will smirked and leaned his head back again, shutting his eyes and thinking of his beloved. "Jack?" He asked softly.

Jack looked up. "Aye?"

"I'm not going out like this. Not in Port Royal with my head in a noose. I've gotten through a corrupted Frenchman who almost raped my Elizabeth, a Spanish idiot, a cursed pirate captain, lusting after my blood. I've crossed at least five deserts, a forest, was chased and attacked by a God forsaken tiger! My God, Jack…if I can do that, surely I can get myself out of this!" Will said, sitting up, wild eyed.

"Aye, Will…tha's the spirit. We all got ter put our 'eads together. We kin get ourselves outa this, savvy!" A loud aye sounded through the brig as they all huddled closer together, separated by bars, but close enough to not be found out by any guards just outside of the door.

Elizabeth sat on the small wooden chair, leaning her arms on the back and sighing as her head rested on top of them. She was so horribly upset like never before. Her lover and fiancé, the man she was to marry, was to be hung as soon as they got home. She couldn't let it happen. She just couldn't!

She made up her mind.

When night fell upon the ships, she would sneak down to the brig and see her love. Even if it would be the last time, she would see him again. And she'd continue going to him until they got to Port Royal. She wanted to be with him in that cell, in his arms. She wanted Norrington to lock her in with Will so that she could be with him. And if it came to it, she'd hang with him too.

With a sigh, tears dripping from her chin and to the wooden floor, she stood and walked to the door, opening it to watch the men work. These men looked melancholy as they tied the ropes and mopped the decks. They weren't at all the jolly workers she saw in the pirates. Pirates enjoyed the sea and found love there. They worked their limbs off to keep the ship going and loved every moment of it. The sea was within their souls, guiding their thoughts and actions.

Maybe that was why a man became a pirate…the love of the sea. Actual love of the sea—That…and freedom. She sighed. Freedom was something she thought she'd achieved herself when Barley had been conquered and she was returned to her lover's healthy embrace. But now she knew that the governor's daughter could never achieve something so pure and rare. It wasn't to be.

She would do all she could to save the lives of her friends and fiancé, but she'd be trapped within her father's social web forever. She was like the fly in society's web, the large, undaunting spider crawling towards her, spinning its web tighter and tighter around her. Sooner or later, maybe only a few years from now, she would suffocate completely as the spider covered her nose and mouth with its sticky web.

She shook her head to clear it of the cobwebs, no pun intended, and kept staring at the men doing their jobs. That's what it was. These men were doing jobs, while the pirates she'd sailed with were having fun, being pirates, adventuring to other seas.

"Elizabeth…" a voice to her right said. She glanced over to her father as he neared her. "What is it, Father?" She asked in a monotone voice.

"Are you crying my dear? What did that pirate do to you?" He spat, angrily. She knew exactly who he was referring to. Will.

"He's done absolutely nothing but protect me and love me. And he respects me for everything that I am and more. You wouldn't understand that, dearest father…" she spat with disrespect. "…surely you can't care about me the way he does."

Her father blanched, his feathers seemingly ruffled. "How dare you make such an accusation! I, my daughter, who loves you more than any other person on this earth, shall defend my honor against this brute if it will appease your mind!"

Elizabeth shook her head wryly. "Father, you'll do nothing of the kind. Nothing will change how I feel when I'm with him. Nothing." She stared at Weatherby Swann in defiance.

"Elizabeth, what has he done to you? You…seem different," her father said with uncertainty.

"He's shown me love…true love, Father. Something I never knew before William Turner. Yes, he's a pirate, but I love him and he loves me. He loves me!" Elizabeth yelled, tears gathering for the third or fourth time in a few hours.

"What do you mean he showed you love…Elizabeth, daughter, what do you mean?" Her father shook her as if the answer he thought he'd find would be shaken from her head and land at his feet.

"Elizabeth, did he touch you inappropriately?" James asked from nearby, where he loitered during their conversation.

Both stared at him, Elizabeth in absolute disgrace and fury, and her father completely dumbfounded. "Elizabeth! Did he!" He roared, turning on her. "Tell me! I am your father and I demand to know!"

Commodore Norrington stepped up to her, both me looking down upon her in absolute anger. She dropped her gaze to her feet. She knew if she told the truth, they'd kill him. They'd kill the man she loved, her fiancé. But she couldn't keep it from them, by now they most likely already knew the truth.

"He didn't touch me inappropriately! He loved me! And I loved him back!" She sobbed.

Governor Swann shook in his fury as he spun on his heels and stomped straight to the hatch that led down to the brig. Norrington was right on his heels, red in the face.

"No, Father! NO!" She followed after him, but the hatch was closed before she could get there, the tears flowing from her eyes nonstop as one of the nearby sailors held her back. "Let go of me! They're going to kill him! NO, WILL!"

Norrington stomped up with a startled Will Turner in his grip. As he came on deck, he threw Will to the deck roughly and turned to wait for Swann's presence. Governor Swann came up, never looking as angry or, dare Elizabeth think it, murderous.

"You impugned the honor of my one and only daughter. You, sir, are a menace to even the piratical society! You stole the innocence of my POOR CHILD!" He yelled, spitting at the ground as he spoke.

Will stood up, prepared to defend himself. "I did no such thing. I didn't steal anything from your daughter! We're in love…" He was forced to stop though, as the governor's right hand man struck him in the face. Blood dripped from his lip as he righted himself again.

"Will!" Elizabeth screamed, breaking the sailor's grip on her and barreling to her lover's arms. He held her tightly and smoothed her hair down on her head lovingly. "It's alright, they can't hurt me…not with you here."

"On the contrary…" Commodore Norrington barked, pulling Elizabeth from the pirate's loving embrace. "Men! Tie Mr. Turner to the mast. He shall stay there until further notice. Is it understood!" They loitered a bit…wondering if it was alright to do, as they'd never punished anyone like this before, not even a pirate.

"I say…NOW!" James yelled, shoving Will to one of the sailors who nodded and dragged Will to the mast.

"For what reason, Commodore!" Elizabeth asked, following the navy man to the mast where her fiancé was being tied roughly.

"For defacing the name of the Swanns! He stole your…chastity! This…thing…" he snapped, practically shooting daggers at Will from his eyes. "…shall be dealt with worse penalties than any other man." He spun on Elizabeth. "He is a menace, as your father said…and he will suffer."

Elizabeth shrank back. She'd never seen such madness in James' eyes before. It was as if something had overtaken him, some sort of evil plague. She marched up to the men who were binding William to the large mast. "Cut him loose! Now!" They ignored her completely. "I am the Governor's daughter! You shall listen to me!"

"They wont listen to you, Elizabeth, my sweet. I am their Commodore!" He laughed menacingly.

"Father!" She begged, going to the governor. "Father, please! Let him go, I love him, please!"

"You don't love him, he's got you under a spell, darling…"

"He doesn't! He doesn't Father, let him go!" She gripped his collar tightly and begged. He ignored her. "There's nothing I can do." She let go and looked to the deck beneath her, her eyes not relenting as she cried even harder.

Will watched Elizabeth beg for mercy…for him. He was about to call out to her when Norrington strode up, gagging him securely and tying his neck to the mast. Will did everything he could not to choke, but felt his eyes watering at the effort.

He couldn't move at all, and what was left of the sun blazed down on him. William Turner struggled for all he was worth, but couldn't fight any longer, so he went limp, hanging there dejectedly, held up only by his feet and the ropes keeping him glued to the mast.

Elizabeth cried at seeing him open to ridicule and taunting, open to any amount of hurt anyone would want to lay on him. She didn't understand why anyone would want to hurt Will like this, especially not the Commodore or her father. Something had overcome them.

Will shut his eyes tight, making grunts and muffled yells at anyone who passed by.

When Will opened his eyes hours later, the sky was dark and he was alone on deck, except for the lapping of the waves. He was so thirsty and tired, but his legs kept him up. He could feel the ropes slicing at him in every part where they bound him to the grand mast. His head lulled to the side again as unconsciousness plagued his body once more.

All of a sudden, a cold hand touched his face. His eyes shot open and he whimpered, frantically trying to move away from it. Elizabeth stood there, a cloak over her slender figure to hide her from the cold of the night. She stroked his face tenderly, crying softly. "Will, my love…I'm so sorry, but there's nothing I can do for you. I tried to tell them that I love you and that the love we made was pure and true, but they wouldn't have it. I didn't know they'd hurt you like this." She became choked up as she finished, covering her sobs with a soft hand.

Will urged to reach out and wipe her tears away, grunting in frustration.

Elizabeth skillfully maneuvered her hands around Will's body, barely fitting her arms behind him as he was tied so securely. She pushed her body against his and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, hearing him whimper, knowing he wanted to feel her touch. "Shh, darling. I promise I wont let this go on for too long. I promise!" She looked into his dark eyes and cried, kissing his nose, not able to kiss his lips properly because of the gag.

With a stroke of his face, she was gone again, and he cried for her presence, his heart breaking as he heard the soft pattering of her feet die away as she went below decks.

Jack sat hunched as he thought of what had just occurred a few hours before. He was speaking to his first mate when Commodore Norrington stomped down the stairs, tore open the cell door and pulled Will to his feet by his collar. The man threw young William into the wall and picked him up again, ignoring Jack's inquisition and dragging the pirate back up the steps, out of Jack and his crew's sight.

No one knew why, no one knew anything.

A small tapping started coming closer to his cell all of a sudden, so he perked up and righted his hat upon his head, crawling quickly to the bars and staring sideways out of them to see who neared.

A cloaked figure with its head down was tip toeing towards his cell before leaning down before him as he almost let out an exclamation.

Elizabeth dropped the hood and shushed him quickly. "Sh, Jack…you'll wake the guards." Tears were still evident upon her visage, so Jack tilted his head. "Elizabeth, wot's wrong? Where's meh mate?" His heart started beating faster as she hung her head.

"Where be Will, lass?" Gibbs asked, scooting up next to his captain and staring at the young woman outside of their prison.

"He's on deck. They tied him to the mast and gagged him," she said quietly, barely able to keep her tears in check.

"Wot! Why!" Jack whispered savagely.

"The Commodore and my father found out that I…that Will and I…that we…" She couldn't bring herself to say it as she blushed.

"Let the snake out o' its cage?" Jack slurred, grinning toothily.

Gibbs elbowed him as Elizabeth shook her head with a roll of the eyes. "Jack, this isn't the time," she whispered, gritting her teeth.

He sobered and nodded once, urging her to continue. "Well, they found out and Norrington came down here to punish Will. I knew they would kill him. There was nothing I could do…"

"But 'e's not dead yet, Lizzie….he…" Jack started frantically.

"I know, I know…but they're breaking him, Jack! I can tell it in his eyes! They're breaking him. He's out there alone, even when all the navy men are working around him, he's alone! The commodore and my father keep me as close to them as possible and wont let me anywhere near Will. I can see him watching me! I can see him yearning for food and water…he's been like this all these hours!" She stopped, choking on her words and placing a shaking hand to her lips to calm herself.

"S'alright, lass. No one kin break a Turner. I kin assure yeh o' that!" Gibbs said, trying to comfort her.

"Is 'e still there now?" Jack asked.

"Yes, they haven't given him food or water since he was tied there. I can't do anything but sneak up there at night when there's no guard." She stopped, thinking she heard something. When no one appeared, she hightened her caution, and spoke with a lower voice. "He's broken, Jack," she whispered, as if pleading him to help.

"He won't break if you keep seeing him at night whenever yeh can, lass…he won't break if 'e knows yeh aint givin' up on 'im," Lambry said. She looked over at him and nodded, a tear dripping down her cheek and falling from her chin.

"An' anyways, what'll the Commodore do if'n 'e sees yeh talkin' to William? There's nothin' 'e can do…" Jack started, shrugging as nonchalantly as he possibly could in such circumstances.

Elizabeth shut her eyes painfully and reopened them, more tears flittering from her eyelashes. "Norrington took me aside from my father the moment I asked that same question, Jack….He said he'd have Will—keelhauled," she finished weakly, horror written in her features.

"Keelhauled! He cain't be serious, woman!" Lambry whispered loudly, gripping the bars frantically. "Not even the wors' o' pirates keelhaul anybody anymore! Tha's a crime against the crown!" He finished, eyes wide as saucers.

"He doesn't care, Mr. Lambry! Something's happened to James that has turned him into some sort of…monster…I know naught of the usual punishings of the Queen's navy aboard the British ships, but I can't let this happen to Will, no matter if it's possible or not." She shook her head numbly, staring straight at the ground beneath her.

"Christ, lass! If anybody wos ter survive that'un, it'd be a Turner," Jack said, shaking his head in much the same fashion, trying to reassure the young woman. Elizabeth smiled sadly. "I suppose so…"

Lambry looked up at her. "I kin attest fer the young Turner lad. Barny, may 'e rest in peace, 'ad the lad swim 'cross the Nile while we all rowed. Finally, af'er 'bout three-quarters o' the way across, 'e almost passed out, he did. Finally, Barny 'ad the crew behind us pick 'im up. Spent an hour at least cuttin' off the leeches from all o'er 'is body." He breathed out from his mouth. "Strong lad, Miss Swann. Strong lad. Listen, if 'e kin walk days wifout wa'er an' food, while the crew dropped dead beside 'im the whole way there, 'e kin git passed a keelhaulin'." He winked, a sad look ever present in his features nevertheless.

She nodded. "Yes, I know…but I can't risk it."

"Ye've got ter, lassie. Ye've got ter. If yeh don't, the lad really will break, I promise ye tha'… he's strong, but the moment 'e thinks 'e's lost yeh, he'll break inter pieces." Jack shook his head, sadness plaguing his heart as he thought of how happy Will had been just a day before, sailing with his fiancé, planning a future.

"Now promise me, Lizzie."

She nodded reluctantly. "At least on the nights without the lookouts up top, savvy?"

She nodded again.

"Good girl, now go. Go git some sleep, aye?"

"Alright, good night…I'll see what I can do for you all." She smiled at them once more before pulling the hood back over her perfect face and slinking out, a small squeak heard as the door opened and closed.

"She's a strong'un," Lambry said softly. Ana looked up. "She always has been," she said quietly. "Taught me 'ow ter read," she continued, smiling.

He grinned. "I never knew 'ow ter read very well…"

(A/N:) I know you all want to slap me, I know! I haven't posted in forever and weeks! I'm so sorry, really I am...and I also know that Commodore Norrington is way out of character...but I like it this way. It's for the story...and like Elizabeth said, something's come over him. You'll see what sooner than you might think...

AND I have officially gone to Disneyland. If that isn't the bestest most fun place to get completely CONKED OUT I don't know WHAT IS! Oh, and I went on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at least...oooh, five times. There are SO many things in there that they used in the movie that I never realized were there before! SO MANY THINGS! I'm just uberly excited right now, so YEAH!

Oh, and just so you all know...I wasn't really able to use my computer because I'm acing every class I have except for my AP Calculus class in which I have a 57...the 'rents aren't too happy bout that...so yeah...hehe. Ahem.

And everyone, I'm holding a candle light vigil for Araminta Ditch's computer! It got flooded out a week ago and I'd like to let it know that it will be missed. (sniff) Rest in Peace Ashley's computer! I MISS YOU!

Now for my long awaited review thanks:

Drama Queens rule: You thought that was dramatic...look at THIS chappy! I wrote it in a VERY melancholy mood, so yes...melancholy chapter.

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Lord-of-the-Ruler: Oh yes, I almost really did forget about Norrington and Jackson and the gang! EEEK! I'm glad I didn't just end it like that, that would not have been very good, that's for sure! Thanks for reviewing! You rock my socks!

AND THANKYOU TO ASHLEY FOR READING THIS EVEN THOUGH SHE'S ALMOST UNABLE BECAUSE OF HER COMPUTER TROUBLES! I LOVE YOU ASHLEY AND I MISS YOU LOTS O' LOTS O' LOTS!

Oh, and Caitlin...WillsOneLove...Caitlin, dearest...Lambry is still for you...in all his wisest glory. Don't forget about that!

Bye everybody...until next time! CHEERS!

-williz