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Authors notes: So everything I said at the top of the last bit of authors notes; disregard. Its no longer a trilogy, its now a Quartet ( for the time being it seems). This plot bunny just wont leave me alone, so its more chapters for all of ye! Elizabeth and Wills thoughts didn't want to share a chapter so they each get their own; this one will be Wills. I actually tried to plan out this chapter, but my writing has a life of its own it seems. Won't do what I say. So enough of my rambling; away we go!

An Unanswered Question

"Aye." He said bitterly; taking another swig from his mug. He looked down at it disdainfully; he wished it were rum, not whatever it was. Why was it, he mused; that one word could change your life?

Again.

It seemed to Will that the world was always changing before he actually had much time to process or adjust to what was going on. It wasn't fair to him in his mind. He shifted his position on the chair, trying to get comfortable. He was sitting on a rickety little chair in the corner of Tia Dalmas house drinking a mug of…something. Whatever it was it was supposed to sooth the nerves. It wasn't working.

Under 5 hours ago, the Pearl had sunk taking Jack with it, and leaving Will very confused. Under 2 hours ago or so he had figured out that he loved Elizabeth and there was a reason behind what she did, and that she didn't love Jack more then him. He had decided to wait for Elizabeth to talk to him about it, which she still had not. He had also figured out that Jack was responsible for a lot of the dilemmas he seemed to get into in his life.

And an hour ago he was being told that there was a way to get Jack back.

"If 'der was a way…that you could get him back…woudja do it?"

At first he thought her a complete nut. There was no way to bring back the dead; everyone knew that. Tia Dalma had just proved that she was as strange as she looked. They had clearly seen Jack be eaten by that monster. And now she thought they could get him back. Of course, she just had to prove that it was possible to bring back the dead by showing them an example.

"Ye have to sail off the edges of the map, into da worlds end…an' if ye intend to do that, you'll need a captain dat knows those waters."

Barbossa.

One of the only good things that Jack had ever done was to shoot Barbossa to save Elizabeth. Barbossa was the one man that Will hated more then Jack. The man was far gone off the definition of Pirate. At least some pirates lived by a code, while he was just a vile, thieving man. Barbossa in a way though was responsible for Will and Elizabeth being together, seeing as he was the one who prompted Will to go after what he loved. Only cause Barbossa took what he loved though. He still wasn't happy that the man was back though. He was better off dead in Wills opinion. He slowly unclenched his fist, almost surprised that he just now noticed how his nails were biting into the soft skin of his palm. What he wasn't surprised about was how Barbossa inspired so much rage in him.

What he did not understand was how Barbossa was alive. Although, he should have figured he'd be alive though, when he saw that cursed monkey. He was surprised Jack hadn't put it together, with that monkey living on the ship and all. If that thing was still alive and kicking then Barbossa must be to. There must have been some clause in the curse…something that allowed him to return to life despite it all. No matter how curious he was about how Barbossa got back, Will wouldn't ask him about it. That man had tried to kill him once and he wouldn't put it past him to do it again.

It was going to be a long few months on a ship with him while they went to get Jack.

Will took a large swallow of his drink and grimaced at the taste, again wishing that it was rum. He smiled to himself; his love of rum was quite new and he owed it all to Captain Jack. Jack had introduced him to the drink that Elizabeth called vile during some of their late night talks. Will had rather developed a liking for the drink and wished he had some to dull his senses now. He found life easier when drunk; there were fewer complications.

Will guessed he did owe Jack for that one; rum was something that he loved. He also owed Jack many other things, some not as nice as others. Jack had screwed around with his life like it was careless, something you get many chances at but that was not the case. In some cases the damage was permanent.

For instance the fact that he was here sitting in this very hut when instead he should be enjoying his life, with a newly married bride. They should have been moved into their house by now. They should have had their wedding night. They should have been well respected in their community.

He shook his head. There were so many 'should haves' in his life. Instead they were wanted people, which could not return to their own house or their old lives. Now they were as good as wanted pirates, all for the fact that he believed Jack Sparrow to be a good man at the time and had saved his life.

In a way he guessed he should be glad to be going on this voyage. It wasn't as if they could return home and pretend everything was good again. If they did they would surely be arrested faster then you can say 'Captain Jack Sparrow'. They really had no choice in the matter; it just seemed easier to go along with things now.

But did he really want Jack back in his life?

He couldn't really think of a good reason to get Jack back. Sure life would be a lot more normal, boring and less adventurous, but that was what he wanted right? To settle down with Elizabeth obviously not in Port Royal since that option wasn't open to them anymore. Perhaps they could move up to the colonies, or back to England; after all they was where his family was from originally. That was what he eventually wanted, but he was young still, one more adventure wouldn't hurt him or Elizabeth hopefully. Right now it seemed like it was a good thing to do, although at some point in the journey that lay ahead of them he suspected that he would often curse Jacks name. There was one good reason he wanted Jack back; and it wasn't so he could thank him for everything he had done over the years, it was because he owed Jack something.

Payback.

He owed Jack quite a bit; he had been adding it up in his head. So far the last two years had proceeded in: Almost getting him killed all for a bloody ship; Giving his soul to Davy Jones for 100 years instead of paying for his own mistakes; Using both him and Elizabeth for his own gain and of course he was the reason to begin with that Bootstrap was on the Flying Dutchman. Oh yeah, he owed Jack.

He originally thought that Jack deserved death. For a while he really truly had. Until he thought of all the people that wanted to get some form of payback on Jack. In Will's mind it would be better for Jack to be alive. After all what goes around comes around; and Jack had a lot of it coming. He hoped that Jack realized that Payback was a bitch, and he was about to see it rear its ugly head.

Speaking of Payback, he guessed that the world had already in a way taken some payback on Jacks life. Not only was he killed by the kraken, he died with the knowledge that beloved Pearl was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean as well. The pearl was high on Jack priorities list, right after him.

Will placed his mug down on the dirty wooden floor beside his chair and stood up and stretched. He walked past Gibbs and Elizabeth who were conversing quietly in the corner and went outside; feeling as if he needed a breath of fresh air. Will strolled down the steps to lean against the railing that separated land from river. He stared at the boat absently for a long moment before realizing that something was glinting in the moonlight at the bottom of the boat. He squinted at it for a moment before making his was down the creaky old wooden steps that felt like they would fall through at any moment. Climbing into the boat; he realized that his shadow blocked the moonlight from hitting whatever metal it had hit. He groped blindly around the bottom of the boat searching for whatever it was. His fingers passed over smooth glass and then closed around a small box with metal engravings.

He sat back and flipped open the box. Realizing with a dropping stomach what it was. Jack's compass. And the glass no doubt was Jack dirt.

"We need to abandon ship!" He had shouted frantically earlier that day. The Kraken would attack any second.

"We can't there are no boats!" Elizabeth had shouted back equally as frantically.

The dropping sensation in his stomach had stopped, now replaced by a gut clenching sensation.

"We've killed it!" one of the few remaining crewman had shouted.

"No…we've only made it angry." Gibbs said grimly.

"We need to abandon the pearl" Jack said quietly.

Will closed his eyes, praying what he thought was true wasn't. How had a boat somehow materialized in the space of half an hour? It couldn't have. He had seen all the splintery remains of the boats that one of the Krakens tentacles had fallen on. The only way a boat could have been found was if someone had left the pearl before all the boats were destroyed and then returned for some reason.

Will thought frantically back to when they were waging war on the Kraken. All crewmembers he could remember seeing at one point or another except for…

Jack.

He closed his eyes. Jack had left the Pearl in selfishness; deserting the crew to deal with the mess he created while he escaped. So there was some reason that Jack had returned to the Pearl. It wasn't to get Davy Jones' heart, because that wasn't on the Pearl to begin with. It wasn't to go down with the ship, he knew that. Otherwise he would not have been prepared to leave so soon again with them after they set the Kraken afire. He had only stayed because of Elizabeth chaining him to the mast. There was something or someone that Jack had intended to save or get off the pearl before leaving it forever and he had obviously had that before Elizabeth turned on him.

He wondered what it was while he stared blindly at the compass. The compass! Jack had said it pointed at what he wanted to know most had he not? And Will wanted to know the reason of why Jack had returned. He watched the compass dials turn around and around until they finally stopped; not pointing at Elizabeth as he had half expected, but in some unknown direction. He sat confused for a while until it became clear.

It wasn't pointing at the answer of the question he had, it was pointing to the location of Jack. Wills heart knew what he wanted better then he did; he wanted to ask Jack himself what it was that made him stay, and make him explain it to him. He wanted his question answered.

He lurched out of the boat, leaving it harmlessly bobbing in the water. He raced up the wooden steps to Tia's and threw open the door with a bang. The sooner they left the better; as who knew how long the compass would point towards this?

He looked at Barbossa who was sitting at the table.

"Captain I have our heading".