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.

The slow rumble of drums made Elizabeth's heart beat quicker, anguish churning her stomach in a million places. The moment those drums stopped, her one and only love, the man she'd do anything for, would hang.

William Turner stood on the scaffold with his hands tied behind his back. The noose was pulled over his head and his hair was pulled clear of the rope.

"William Turner stands accused for piracy, looting, kidnapping, disobeying nearly every law in every country, and for raping the governor's own daughter!" The sentencer yelled, reading from his scroll. A simultaneous roar of anger erupted from the people and almost made Elizabeth scream.

She was just far enough behind Norrington so that she couldn't be seen by the people, held by some of Norrington's men. She had a gag in her mouth as she stood, tears flooding down her dirtied cheeks. The young woman watched as Will stood proudly, pain still in his features as he bled freely from where he'd been beaten before placed in his position.

Norrington turned while the sentencer still made his speech and eyed Elizabeth with a smirk.

"Are you wondering where your dear father is, Miss Swann?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened in fear, not wanting to hear anything else.

"Check the bottom of the sea, you might find him there. Or you might find him washed out to sea…although he was connected to that cannon quite tightly. I made sure of it." He laughed quietly as she struggled against his men angrily. Fear and anguish gripped at her insides as she struggled in vain, the tears coming faster.

The Commodore turned back and grinned. "Guess who will be Governor Norrington of Port Royal very soon, fortunately." The young woman kicked and pulled angrily, doing nothing but giving the sailors holding her a few bruises and bumps. Norrington turned away, making sure no one would see him, and went to her, pulling the gag from her mouth.

Elizabeth Swann took a deep breath and spat directly in his face, making him growl in anger. "You damn bastard! I hope you rot in hell with the most horrible pain known to man!"

James wiped his face angrily and shoved the gag back into her mouth, haphazardly so that she just spit it back out. Looking at the crowd, she saw someone familiar staring up at her.

"Lambry!" She whispered, eyes wide. Norrington scanned the crowd, having not heard her at all, until he spotted one of the pirates…."Guards!" He started to say, but Elizabeth yelled, kicking free of the men finally and running to Norrington to beat his chest angrily.

The crowd was warped in confusion, glancing from Will in the noose, to Elizabeth hitting and beating the Commodore.

Norrington turned, shoving Elizabeth back into the arms of his men, frustrated and in pain, nonetheless, and yelled, "HANG HIM NOW!"

"NO!" Elizabeth screamed as the drumroll stopped. The crowd was dead silent, save for Elizabeth's loud struggling.

Will stood with his eyes shut tightly, proudly puffing out his chest and ready for the drop.

James Norrington stared at the hangman who stood without motioning. "Did you hear what I said, Goddamnit! HANG HIM!"

But the man stood there.

As if he was slowly pushed over, the man in black robes tilted forward and fell onto his stomach dead. Gasps and screams sounded through the crowd as they saw the knife protruding from his back.

The governor ran up from the crowd onto the scaffold, bloodied and pained. "Father!" Elizabeth screamed. Norrington turned his head angrily and watched the Governor stand there.

A collective scream sounded as dozens of pirates erupted from behind the scaffold with a war cry, Jack at the front.

A clang of military weapons against the weapons of freedom sounded all around the frightened crowd.

The governor grinned with the adrenaline until he felt arms thrown about his neck and looked down to see his precious daughter. "Father, you're alright!" She cried, shutting her eyes tightly and hugging him. He nodded, "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

She pulled away just in time to see her father catch a sword thrown to him by Jack. "Cheers, gov'nuh!" He yelled, running away to fight again. The governor puffed out his chest and roared, running into the tumult and waving the sword.

Will watched helplessly until he felt soft hands at his wrists untying the rope bounding them. He knew at once who it was just by her touch and pulled off the noose with relief when she had untied him. "Elizabeth…" he breathed, turning to hug her tightly. They broke away and Will picked up a sword that was next to his feet where a dead navy man lie.

He threw another to Elizabeth and she ran after him, slicing away at anyone who came near her to do harm.

When most everyone was cleared away, she looked across the courtyard to see her father nearly running from Norrington, holding up his sword and barely blocking the jabs and thrusts the younger man threw at him.

Elizabeth gasped, starting towards them, but was stopped by a man running in her way. Once she became preoccupied with fighting him, all other thoughts were thrown off.

Norrington swung at the governor again, nearly hitting the poor older man's sword from his hands. "You…damn…old…fool!" He growled with every stroke.

Governor Swann quite nearly whimpered, gripping the sword tightly and trying his hardest to fend for himself.

In just a split second, he saw his daughter running towards him. "No…!" He started, but the distraction was a split second too long. Norrington thrust his sword right through the governor's belly.

Elizabeth threw her hands to her face and yelled, tearing towards him and catching his weighted body. She eased him down onto his back, not caring that a man meaning to do her harm stood right above her. "Father, no…no." She shook her head and smoothed back the hair that was revealed under his powdered wig.

"Elizabeth…" he gasped.

She shook her head. "You're not dying on me, Father. You're all I have left."

Governor Swann shut his eyes and chuckled, blood gathering at the sides of his chapped lips. "No, no…you have your young…" he sputtered, blood dripping down his chin. "…young man."

Elizabeth cried, putting a blood soaked hand on his shoulder. "Father, you're not dying on me!" She yelled, barely able to keep her voice from quivering.

He chuckled again. "…just like her mother…" The smile faded.

His eyes glazed over then and all breathing stopped. Elizabeth screamed and buried herself in his chest. "Father, no…" Her face was red and tears cascaded onto his bloodied clothing. Her sobs were strong enough to shake not only her own body, but his lifeless one as well.

James Norrington stood, breathing heavily with a maniacal grin on his face. He dropped his sword. "Hell, take me now," he muttered with an insane glint in his eye.

Elizabeth looked up at him before all the fury and anger tore from her in an instant.

"You bastard!" She screamed, lifting the sword into her hand and running at him. Up until now, the fighting was still going on, but the pirates had finally defeated the enemy. The clanging and clashing of swords was gone, the celebration over before it even started.

Governor Weatherby Swann of Port Royal was dead, and to hell with his daughter if she didn't avenge him.

Her roars of anger were frightening and chilled even Norrington himself to the bone. A separate entity had thrown itself into her soul, and her eyes were flashing almost red.

William Turner had never seen her like this. Elizabeth nearly looked animalistic, screaming and roaring as she swung powerfully against the helpless Commodore.

She blocked every thrust, parried every stroke, until finally, she started tiring.

Will stepped forward to help her, alerted to her fatigue. But Jack got to him first and held him back. The young man never kept his eyes off of her though as she pitifully tried to strike the navy man.

When Norrington saw her wavering, he laughed, hitting the sword out of her hand.

"No!" Will breathed, trying to break away from Jack, but the older man had him in a secure grip. "Jack, let go of me!"

"Yeh know she needs ter do this, mate."

Norrington closed in on the crying and pitiful sight of Elizabeth Swann.

The crowds had disappeared in fear, the navymen nearly dead, if not wounded. The pirates stood silently, their hats already taken off their heads in respect for the governor. Many of them had tears rolling down their grubby faces, wringing the hats in their hands.

Elizabeth staggered back, tripping on the dead body of her father and brought up a blood-soaked and grimy hand to wipe her nose. She was tired of living, tired of fighting.

But in a flash of faith, she saw William Turner, staring at her in immense fear and anguish. She knew how badly he wanted to save her, how badly he wanted to just run up and end this all for her. But he stood, knowing full well that this was her fight.

She would avenge her father.

When Norrington came close enough, he raised his sword over his head with a triumphant yell. So it made sense that he was surprised when he looked down to find the hilt of the governor's sword protruding from his stomach. "How…?" was his last word, before he fell forward in a crumpled heap, the sword clanging on the ground at his side.

The fury was still there in Elizabeth's eyes. She had grabbed the sword next to her father's body and shoved it into the corrupted man's stomach when he'd least expected it.

The silence was deafening to Elizabeth, so she just turned over in a rush of anghuish and hurt, burying herself in her father again and crying her heart out. She really had loved her father, and he realy had been all she had.

She heard the soft sound of crunching gravel behind her and felt a tender hand rest on her now bare shoulder. The young and broken woman turned to see Will with an incredibly saddened but uplifting look on his face. "Come, love," he said softly in the most loving tone she'd ever heard.

Elizabeth nodded and turned back to her father, bringing a hand to his eyes and closing them softly. "Goodbye," she whispered, wrapping her arms around Will's neck as he lifted her into his arms.

She nestled into his chest, not caring that their blood, as well as other blood, was intermixing as they touched. Will didn't care either, thinking only of how perfectly her lithe body fit in his arms against him. Her broken spirit pained him to no end as he cradled her.

Jack pointed to the governor's lifeless body and tilted his head, the men nearest Weatherby Swann walking noiselessly and lifting him up. They all followed Will into the sunset as he carried his love away, no sounds emitting from anything or anyone.

Even nature held her head low in respect for the man who, in the end, loved his daughter til the very end of his life.

(A/N:) Hello everybody. Once again I apologize for leaving you all hanging like that. But I'm back again and I only have an epilogue to do after this chapter.

Then (sigh tear sigh) I will be finished. Completely finished. And of course, I'm writing a new one. You shant be rid of me THAT easily! MUAHAHA!

Anyways, thanks to all of you who reviewed!

AND THANKS TO ARAMINTA DITCH! (Ashley, I love you so!)

The idea of the escape was all her, yo! She feeds me the ideas, and I sprout the words. That's how it should be! DUN DUN!

I'll be right back with the epilogue, guys. And this was a helluva journey. Thanks for being there to support me, all of you!

-williz