Summary: When Jack Sparrow found out a little secret, he didn't know what to do and why he hadn't been told earlier. In shock and panic he turns to Will Turner to help him with his problems. But Will had problems of his own, cold feet about his marriage and some unwelcome familiar faces.

Warnings: Spoilers for pirates of the Caribbean

Couplings: Will Turner/ Elizabeth…Will Turner/ Brandy… Jack Sparrow/ Raven.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the POTC characters and that (wish I did :P), I'm just changing them a bit to add some drama, well a lot of drama but you know, it makes it more exciting. This is my first fanfic so I'm welcome to any comments, even bad ones.

A/N: If this fiction works out then I am going to be so surprised and will take any ideas from anyone to work into the next chapters.

Arguments Arguments.

Chapter 9: "Jack, have you seen Scarlet? She never came back to the inn last night, I'm really worried" Brandies voice quivered. Jacks confused face worried Brandy even more. "Of course she didn't, she's gone back to Tortuga." A tear trickled from both Brandies eyes, "oh, she never said."

"Will, I've got you now, so you think you can 'play away' whilst my daughter prepares you a special meal, well think again, she's going to find out, nothing ever stays a secret!" Mr Swann quivered with anger.

"Yes Nanny, red wine, not white!" Elizabeth told her maid for the tenth time. Angrily she walked wondering when Will may return.

"I don't know what you mean" Will acted innocent. "You should know, you and Brandy outside the tavern." Mr Swann was very direct. Will turned to look directly into his eyes, a guilty wave rushed through his eyes. He turned away and heated up towards the house. "You will end up where you belong, out at sea, pirate!" Will ran back at him. His fists clenching. Tighter. Then suddenly, POW! Wills left fist collided with Mr Swanns head. Mr Swann hit the floor with such force he passed out.

"Elizabeth darling, your fathers been attack." Will dragged Mr Swann into the manor. Will didn't want to leave Elizabeth, not yet; she was his first and only true love, until Brandy came along.

"Good evening Jack" a small yet confident voice emerged. Raven sat down beside him. "Can I offer you a drink?" Jack tried his very best to be polite around her. Every time he saw her, he would get butterflies in his stomach. The joy and life in his eyes was mind-boggling. It's the happiest he had ever been. Raven smile beamed excitedly. "Bottle of rum please, it's my favorite" Jack seemed shocked, and felt it, the only female he had seen drink rum was Brandy and he only thought that because they where related they had to have that connection. "Of course, anything for you." He gazed adoringly into her grey eyes, seeing his reflection staring back at him. "Lets go back to my place" Jack suggested, it was completely obvious they liked each other, so she agreed. In excitement they dashed off towards Jacks small house.

"Father, who did this to you?" Elizabeth felt scared as her ha taken two whole hours to recover. "Him!" Mr Swann pointed his thin pale index finger directly at Will. "No it can't be" Elizabeth turned to see the guilty expression upon Will's face. "You didn't, did you?" Will was hurt, as she didn't appear to trust him anymore. "No! Don't you trust me?" Will snapped. He turned, storming off out of the door, feeling incredibly shameful. Something was different about Will. Elizabeth could feel it.

"Oh Jack, I think I'm in love with you!" Raven was always very open, and saying to Jack that she loves him had been the most nerve racking thing she had ever said to him. It's been her first time to 'I love you' to anyone so she didn't know how this was going to work out.

Jacks smile grew. It had become greater than the entire universe. "I love you too; want me to show you how much?" Jack held out his hands, offering sex. He felt so warm inside, like a soft flame in a cool autumn breeze.

"Will" Elizabeth continuously shouted. "Will, come back" Elizabeth shouted as her heel snapped. But Will didn't want to go back. He kept walking, gradually getting faster and faster. Elizabeth was ongoing, running to catch up. When finally she did, she took hold of his soft, yet firm muscular arm. But Will just flung her strait back off.

Elizabeth couldn't believe how difficult he was being. Something very mistrustful was happening. Elizabeth could feel it then began to wonder. Would the relationship work?