Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters. Also, Will's 'speech' is actually Just Like You by Three Days Grace.

A/N: Will is quite out of character in this chapter but this is how I felt it would be best written and I think you will enjoy it anyway. Ok, on with the chappie and don't forget to review!

Will could not believe the nerve of Elizabeth. Actually running off to Jack like that. He was only kidding when he had mentioned it. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to rip her to shreds. Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, he simply stared her down burning holes through her with his eyes.

Their staring contest had continued on for several minutes making Elizabeth extremely uncomfortable. Her palms became cold and clammy, pulse quickened and heart raced, and she felt her face beginning to flush with nervousness and embarrassment. Adrenaline was rushing so hard through her veins that she was sure Will could hear her heart beat or at least see it pounding in her chest. Each excruciating minute added to her terror.

She could no longer take the silence and began her case. "Will, we were only tal…"

He cut her off throwing his hand up in the air. "I don't want to hear it." Painful silence set in once again and their staring contest continued. The tension in the air was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.

Finally, Will took a slow step in her direction. Then another. Each one was more painfully slow than the last. Elizabeth's fears were intensified and her vision began to darken. She heard one more padded footstep and saw the anger flashing in Will's eyes before her vision blackened and her knees buckled beneath her as she crumbled in a heap to the floor.

Elizabeth didn't know how long she had been out. Not long, she assumed. When she came to, she picked her head up off the floor to see Will leaning his back against the wall by his door, arms crossed over his chest and one knee bent so that his foot rest on the wall. His icy stare hadn't softened one bit and was still directed at her. She quickly got picked herself up and rushed towards him reaching out her hands for him trying to apologize.

"Will, I…let me…"

He quickly stepped away into the middle of the hall out of her path. She looked at him with pleading eyes begging for forgiveness. She started towards him much slower this time.

"Will, please…"

He shoved her hands away from him with little force. He hadn't spoken for fear of losing his temper. She started at him again reaching for his face pleading with him yet again. When she was just centimeters from him, he reached for her shoulders and shoved her away much lighter than he had wished too. He saw the desperation on her face and the tears that glossed her eyes. He was angered to see her once again coming at him.

"Will, Please!" she almost cried out at him. Just as her hand grazed his cheek, he pressed his hands into her chest shoving her none too gently into the wall behind her. She thumped hard against the wall and her head bounced off of it. She closed her eyes and shook her head clearing the cobwebs. She was taken aback by his harsh actions.

"Don't touch me," he said, his voice low and menacing, before adding a bit quieter, "you fucking whore." Realizing his cruelty, he took a few deep breaths so he could begin to talk to her civilly. He wanted to be better than her.

She stood there stunned that he would ever use such language against her. Tears were shining in her eyes blurring her vision but she wouldn't let them fall. She refused to give him that satisfaction. She opened her mouth to apologize but he cut her off abruptly.

"I could be mean. I could be angry. You know I could be just like you. I could be fake. I could be stupid. You know I could be just like you. I could be cold. I could be ruthless. You know I could be just like you. I could be weak. I could be senseless. You know I could be just like you. On my own, cause I can't take living with you. I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you want me to. You thought you were standing beside me. You were only in my way. You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you. You thought you were there to guide me. You were only in my way. You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you."

Elizabeth stood quietly and listened to his speech. Every harsh word that left his mouth had that of a soft tone. He spoke calmly but jabbed a finger at her emphasizing his point. She stood there speechless not knowing quite how to respond to that. She was trembling and her breathing had become labored and shaky from holding back tears and her voice most definitely would have shaken if she had tried to speak.

Will stepped to the side of her to enter his room and saw, out of the corner of his eye, her hand coming towards him. Without turning to her, he swung his arm out of instinct to block hers and felt it connect. Perhaps she was trying to slap him. Maybe she was reaching out for him. Whatever the case may be, his instinct had taken over and he had heard the loud smack. He knew his fist had connected with her face but he didn't stop. He didn't turn around for he knew he would hold her and cradle her telling her he was sorry. For what? He didn't want that. He wanted to be angry so he kept his back to her and entered his cabin. Using every ounce of strength left in him, he restrained himself from slamming the door wanting to keep some dignity and truth to the words he had spoken to her.

Elizabeth heard the click of the door shutting behind her and reached up to wipe away the warm trickle her lip. Holding her fingers up in front of her face, she saw they were tainted with her own blood. She fell into a panicky shock. She had turned Will into a violent man and a drunk. She leaned over her shoulder spitting out a mouthful of blood and wiped the rest on the sleeve of her gown. She then let the tears fall willingly as she slumped into a ball against the wall. Knees to her chest and face in her hands, she sobbed her heart out realizing she had nowhere to go.

Unknown to Elizabeth, on the other side of the wall Will was doing very much the same thing. He rushed over to his desk taking out a bottle of rum he had supplied himself with compliments of Jack. Quickly unscrewing the lid, he put the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back. Just as the rum hit his tongue, he paused rethinking his actions. He quickly spit the liquid back into the bottle. He was angry with himself for being so weak and hurled the bottle across the room with all his strength and was slightly satisfied as it crashed against the wall and shattered spewing shards of glass rum everywhere. He sat down on the bed with his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Elizabeth's loud sobs were drifting through the wall and that was enough to cause him to break into his own. His low cries could barely be heard as he thought of how his world had gone to hell.

A/N 2: Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than most but this just felt like a good ending place. The next chapter will be up soon.