Ok, so this fic is going to jump around to scenes where I felt Elizabeth could legitimately be thinking about Norrington. In this chapter, we find already aboard the Pearl, and already having discovered the curse on its crew and later skips to after Barbossa knocks her out in the cave on Isla de Muerta.

Elizabeth huddled, shivering and alone, in Captain Barbossa's wretched cabin. She gazed forlornly out the window, searching for a dawn that seemed like it would never come. If only it were morning, perhaps her situation would not seem so entirely hopeless. She dared not fall asleep, for fear of what those horrible undead pirates might do to her.

"Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them," she whispered fiercely to herself, repeating James's words from so long ago - some of the first words he ever said to her. She wished he was there to protect her from these miserable pirates the way he had then protected her from Mr. Gibbs. The memory of the day she discovered him to be a kind and caring person seemed to bring him closer, and make her feel less alone.

In truth, it would have been thrilling to be rescued by the handsome Will, as if he were knight in a fairy tale, and she a distressed damsel, but this night had imposed on her the harsh truths of reality, and thinking realistically, Elizabeth knew that Will had neither the skills nor the means to find her. So it was on James Norrington she had to pin her hopes - steady, solid, dependable James. She knew in her heart that he would never let any harm come to her, and was probably not more than a few hours behind her own dreadful transport. But when the long-tardy sun finally did begin to rise, it brought neither hope nor warmth to the governor's daughter. It's cold, wan rays revealed only that Master Norrington, wherever he was, would be too late to save her. Her doom was now at hand...

...She woke to find a cold hand clamped over her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw the face of her beloved Will half submerged in the water. He motioned for her to follow him, and Elizabeth willingly obeyed. Here at last was a deliverer! And not just any deliverer, but Will! James must have let him come along on the rescue mission. It was more than she could have hoped for. Once they got away, she would be sure to tell him how thankful she was, and as they rowed out towards what appeared to be the Interceptor, her anticipation of the joyful reunion grew. This hope was dashed, however, when she was greeted not by her loved ones, but by the grimy faces of strangers who yet seemed all too familiar to her.

"Not more pirates," she begged.

"Welcome aboard, Miss Elizabeth," she heard a voice say. She looked, and saw that it belonged to the same Mr. Gibbs who had once menaced her ten year old self. How ironic that she had gotten the very foil of the one person she had hoped to see!

"This is to be my punishment, then," she thought despairingly. Her reward for secretly adoring the piracy that James and her father condemned was to be forever trapped within it, now that she could see how right they had been all along. Oh, she would never doubt them again, if she could only get back to them now.

But her tormented train of thought was about to hit yet another twist in the tracks, as Gibbs barked "Hey boy, where be Jack?"

"Jack?" she asked incredulously. Surely he could not mean...

"Jack Sparrow?"

Was he a part of this too? How came it that the people she least expected to find her - Will, a simple blacksmith, Jack Sparrow, a man she barely knew, and this group of pirates she knew not at all, had been the ones to rescue her, when her father and the commodore, the two men she had relied on all her life, were nowhere to be found? Were they even looking for her at all? Suddenly her fairytale rescue no longer seemed so thrilling as it had the night before...