A/n: Next chapter! This isn't a very exciting chapter as its one of those "filler" chapters until I can get to the "exciting" parts, but it contains important set-up stuff. Enjoy!

Florin

Will sprinted as fast as his legs would carry him to the Governor's house. He did not knock, but burst in the door, severely startling the butler standing by to answer the door.

"My word!" he sputtered. "Master Turner!"

Will ignored the doorman and hollered, "Governor! I know where he's taken Elizabeth!"

There was a flurry of footsteps as Elizabeth's maid came running, closely followed by the Governor himself.

The Governor wasted no time on pleasantries. "Where?" he asked at once.

Will gulped some air. "Florin."

The Governor knit his eyebrows together. "Well, that's where the king said he was from. I've never heard of it until before the King's visit - "

"Do you have any kind of map? A large one?"

The Governor nodded. "The one on the study wall. Come."

The pair hurried to the study and they quickly ran their eyes over the map searching for Florin.

"There!" Will found it along the very edge of the map. It would show how to get to the country but he would be quite on his own after that. He wasn't sure what scale this map was either, but it looked like Florin was very far away.

The Governor was thinking the same thing. "That is quite a journey." He said with dismay.

"It hardly matters," said Will. "I'm going after her, no matter how far away it is."

The Governor looked like he was about to argue but changed his mind. "I would stop you, Mr. Turner, and send someone like the Commodore instead, but you would likely go anyway. And you have proven to be rather successful at finding and returning my daughter in the past."

"I'm going to need this map, and a ship."

The Governor nodded and instructed one of his servants to go to the fort and request that the Commodore prepare a ship immediately.

Will couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly as the servant hurried away. He'd been hoping for a little help but he hadn't expected it would be that easy nor that the Governor would help him quite so much.

"Don't look so surprised, Mr. Turner." The Governor smiled slightly. "It is my daughter who is once again in danger. Money and materials are no object. And as I said, you have developed a bit of a knack for rescuing her. It's probably better that I just give you a ship this time anyways or you'll simply steal one." He winked knowingly.

Will looked away a bit guiltily. It had all of course been more than worth it, but it still didn't make him feel much better about stealing a ship in the first place. Even if he was now friends with several pirates and basically a pirate himself in many ways, he was no Jack Sparrow.

"Thank you, sir, for your generosity." he bowed slightly to show gratitude and respect. "I know where she is and I will to find her and bring her back."

Of course, things never go according to plan. The best ships in Port Royal's armada were out at sea, and the Commodore claimed he could not spare another ship. It greatly pained him to say such a thing, as he still cared for Elizabeth, but he knew if there was to be some sort of unexpected pirate attack like that of the Black Pearl's some time ago, the town would not be able to defend itself.

Will argued that the cannons at the Fort would be sufficient, and the Commodore countered that the firepower on the ships with a crew operating them would be far superior. After a long and drug out argument, the Commodore reluctantly agreed to turn over a small ship, though he knew he was lessening his chances of defending the town properly, if the Governor agreed as well. Maybe no one else learned a lesson during Port Royal's raid, but he did, and he planned on not letting it happen again.

So the Governor had to choose: defend his town or send a ship after his daughter. It was an unfair choice, as he strongly saw both sides, and his heart cried out for him to favor the choice to bring his daughter back. But his head was reasoning that the lives of hundreds of townspeople could not be sacrificed to save one, even if it was his own daughter. To fully protect his town at all times, from any unseen and unexpected attack, he needed all the help he could get.

He was forced to disallow Will to take the ship.

Will paced back and forth, wearing down the grass beneath his feet. He was pacing near the same rock formation that he had been relaxing on the day before when he'd watched Saradon and his men arrive. He was angry and full of despair. With no way of following Elizabeth, what was he to do now? He had been seriously entertaining the idea of stealing a ship again as the Governor had mentioned, but with no one like Jack to come up with the insane plan nor anyone to help him, there was no way Will could do it all by himself.

He stopped pacing and leaned over to grab a handful of rocks. He angrily threw one out into the waves of the blue-green water. How could this be happening? How could he rescue Elizabeth when the military men insisted on being protected at all times from an attack that probably wouldn't happen anyways? He hated the feeling of helplessness, and knowing that Elizabeth was getting farther and farther away from him the longer he hung around in Port Royal.

He threw another rock, harder this time, and watched it land in the water. He wondered what was happening to Elizabeth at that very moment. What if he never saw her again? The thought was too much to bear - he would see her again. One way or another, he would find her and bring her home.

Another rock, as hard as he could, which went twice as far as the last. He shut his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, letting the cool sea breeze fill his lungs. He was smart and inventive. He could figure a way out of this. There had to be a way out. There was always a way. There was something he was missing and he just had to think of it. Was there anyone in Port Royal he could convince to help him steal a small ship?

He opened his eyes and looked over the various ships at the docks and coming into the harbor. There was a large, dark ship slowly peeking around the far-away rocks that surrounded the sea entrance to Port Royal. He stared without really seeing, his mind drawing a blank in reference to his predicament.

Could Sir Fullerbutton help? No, he wouldn't feel right asking. The old man was already doing enough. The old man had rescued Will, so Will was already in his debt. To ask more would be extremely awkward indeed. Besides, he'd already told Will he had no map nor ship, so there was nothing further he could do for Will.

Frustrated and tired of pacing, Will made his way down the hill and his feet took him towards the docks. His mind ran over every possibility he could think of and he could come up with nothing hopeful. If only Jack and the Black Pearl were nearby. If only the Commodore would release a ship - just one! He turned his eyes skyward at the clouds lazily floating by and that's when a very brilliantly colored, winged animal glided overhead.

With a sudden, strong feeling of déja vú, he watched the blue and yellow parrot circle above. His breath caught in his throat.

Could it be? he thought, hardly daring to hope.

He watched the bird as it flew about then circled back towards the dark ship he'd seen before. He could see it much closer now and knew it looked significantly different without it's signature billowing black sails. He ran down the docks, dodging various people until he reached the end where the great ship was nearing. His heart pounded in his chest and he couldn't believe his luck.

A very familiar face leaned over the side of the ship and grinned, his gold tooth gleaming. He removed his hat and waved it.

"Oy, there Will! Long time no see!"

A beautiful, slim woman with blonde hair slowly crossed the grassy surface where her gleaming mailbox stood in the ground. She sighed, and hoped that there would be a letter from her beloved inside it. She opened the box, pulled out the two letters inside, and was saddened to see that neither were from her dear husband.

Buttercup pocketed the two letters and continued about her daily chores. She carried the water to the horses' trough, piled the hay high with a sharp pitchfork, fed the chickens, stacked the firewood, and then began to head back towards the house to cook supper several hours later.

It'd been some time since she and Westley had been married, and since she had heard of King Saradon's crowning. She knew him only as Prince Humperdink, the cowardly and cruel man who had tried to marry her, kill her, and kill her fiancé - all for the purpose of going to war with the neighboring country of Guilder.

Westley had gone off to help his Spanish friend Inigo settle in as the Dread Pirate Roberts, with Fezzik at his side several months ago. She had gotten letters from him, but not one in the past month, and she was beginning to worry. What if this time he really had been murdered by pirates?

Do not doubt. she reminded herself, and briefly recalled when she had discovered that Westley had been masquerading as the Dread Pirate Roberts, after he'd defeated her trio of captors hired by Humperdink.

She wouldn't doubt he'd come back to her again - Death cannot stop true love - but that didn't stop her from missing him.

After their escape from Humperdink's clutches, she and Westley had returned to her parents farm, which was deserted just as she had left it. They were married, and then a month or so later, Westley, Inigo and Fezzik set off to reclaim Westley's ship that he'd inherited from the previous Roberts, and make Inigo the new Roberts.

The business was still a rather confusing to Buttercup, but she understood the basics and that was enough for her. In Westley's absence, it was her job to tend to the animals, which she was managing all right.

She sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out the two letters. One was from the Kingdom and was a silly yearly survey on how their quality of living was. They got one last year too, but had just thrown it out. She tossed this year's survey into the waste bin as well. She briefly wondered how many people actually filled out those surveys.

The other letter was from her uncle, Thomas Fullerbutton. He used to live in Guilder, but left shortly after all the "war" business and rivalry began between the two countries. She heard from him about once every couple months and they remained fairly close. She was glad to see a letter from him, and immediately opened it.

It read,

"Dearest Buttercup,

I have not much time and much to say. I wish I could take more time to write to you in full, but this is an urgent letter and I pray it finds you quite soon.

I have recently met a young man, my blacksmith, under dire circumstances. I shall not give you all the details, other than a vital few. His name is William Turner, and his dearest love has been abducted by Humperdink (Saradon now, I guess) - it seems he is up to his old tricks since you foiled him. He is on his way to Florin, and I ask your help, and more importantly Westley's, in helping him get his love back. You of all people know what it is like to be in the possession of that monster.

William's map of Florin is very primitive and does not show him much more than how to get to Florin. I pray you can find him and help him. I have enclosed a special symbol that William will also be carrying so you will know each other.

Be wary of the King's guards. They attempted to kill William, and they may recognize him. Time is short, and I conclude.

I hope you are well, and I shall write when conditions have improved.

Yours truly, your uncle,

Sir Thomas Fullerbutton"

Buttercup sat back in her chair and did not know what to say. The news was not good and she didn't know what she could do to help this William fellow without Westley. She was just trying to decide if she would be able to send some sort of express letter to Westley when she glanced out the window and saw Westley's distinct horse coming down the lane. She leapt from her chair, still clutching the letter and raced to meet him. He hurried his horse towards her, and then smoothly dismounted.

"Oh, sweet Westley." she breathed and they embraced and kissed. "I've been so worried…"

"You didn't get my last letter?" Westley asked, concern creasing his brow.

Buttercup shook her head.

Westley shrugged. "S'pose it got lost in transit, then. Shall I tie up the horse, and we can go inside?"

Buttercup smiled. "Of course."

Once inside and settled down at their usual chairs, it wasn't long before Westley had heard the full story from Mr. Fullerbutton's letter. He immediately agreed to help, but not before agreeing to help Buttercup prepare their dinner.

"We shall get his love back." Westley smiled and took a bite of the roast beef set before him. "I, of all people, know what its like to be in his position. Of course I'll help."

Buttercup smiled also. "I knew you would."

A/n: Ah-hah! Now Buttercup, Westley and Jack are involved. What next? Thanks for reading. Reviews deeply appreciated!