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Chapter 2: The Truth of Missions

The next morning Elizabeth answered the door to find Commodore James Norrington standing on her doorstep.

"Mrs. Turner," he inclined his head. "I wonder if I may have a private word?"

She nodded, and led him to the drawing room where they could have some privacy.

"Elizabeth," he said, turning around after locking the door. "I trust you know of the Black Pearl's departure this afternoon?"

"Yes, James."

"Do you also know that your husband will be departing with it?"

"What!" She stood up, staring wildly at the Commodore.

"According to Mr. Sparrow, this may be your husband's last journey. He may not make it out alive."

"Thank you James." She dismissed him, not wanting to hear more. He gave her half of a smile, and left.

The minute his heel was through the door, she began searching the room. Will had spent countless, ungodly hours of the night in the drawing room. She opened, and closed drawers until she found a whole drawer of items that she was looking for. She pulled out two maps, a brown box, and a broken compass. She unrolled one of the maps. On it, a spot in the vast Cribbean Sea and Port Royal had been circled, with a drawn line connecting the two. The spot in the sea that was circled was labeled I.d.M. in Will's hand. She remembered something Will had once told her. He had said that the Isla de Muerta was hidden , and only some knew where to find it. Jack was one of them, and he had a compass that didn't point North, but to the Isla de Muerta. (I.d.M)! She looked at the broken compass again; the Isla de Muerta was due Northwest from where she was standing. So, they were going to the Isla de Muerta. Barbossa must be back. That explained the apples. But she still hadn't looked at the mysterious item hidden in the brown box. She opened it very slowly, and there it was. A gold Aztec medallion, shining up at her.

"Will!" she screamed, hearing her own voice echo through the house. A moment later came the sound of hurried footsteps, and Will and Jack burst into the room, their swords drawn. Will's gaze met hers, and then flew down to the medallion in her hand. Jack seeing it too, sat down, putting his face in his hands.

"I told you she'd find out, Will," he mumbled to his hands.

"When were you going to tell me about this?" she asked Will, brandishing the medallion at him. "When were you going to let me know you were leaving, and where you were going! When your body washed up on shore with a note attatched to it from Barbossa!"

Tears formed in her eyes, and she let them fall.

"When were you going to tell me.." She threw the medallion at his feet. "About anything! About this," she showed him the map, and he flinched as though she had hit him. "Or this," she grabbed the compass, and he moved closer to her. Jack stood preparing to lunge for the compass if she threw it. She threw it at him, and, almost dropping it, he caught it by doing something similar to a pirouette and a leap, followed by a dive into the sofa. She turned to look at him, but Will was faster. He grabbed her and kissed her forcefully. She pushed him away quickly. "You bastard!" She slapped him with all the force she could muster, and his head turned sharply to the side. "You can't win me over that easily!"

He stared, amazed by her fury.

"You were going to leave me to become a widow!" She feebly pushed him. "You can't do this!" She pushed him again. "You can't," she sobbed. "I need you to be here with me right now." She sobbed again, and fell into his chest.

"Why?" He asked, and even Jack looked up from the compass he was softly cradling and cooing at.

"Because," she bit her lip. "Because," she sobbed.

But she couldn't get it out.

"Because..." Will pressed her.

She stared at him, feeling as though the world had deserted her, feeling as thought she might faint. "Because I'm pregnant!" she sobbed.

I have to say that I am very pleased with this chapter, and I'm sorry if it's very short, but most of my chapters in this story are. However, I promise that I won't tale as long on the next update as I did on this one. So, I hope you enjoyed!

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