A/N: Another short chapter. I know…. But at least I posted two short ones tonight, not just one. Okay. I'm going to sleep. Read and review, please? 

thomthom

New Beginnings: Chapter 5

Will and Elizabeth commandeered one of her father's boats. It was actually a ship, but they took it nonetheless. And the problem was, Elizabeth was useless. So she ended up at the wheel, not Will's favorite plan, while he was left with everything else.

Will was angry. Her delicate hands, that he used to love so much, could not do the manual labor required and she made that fact well known. Will needed help and there was no one there that could.

The first night, Will didn't sleep. He was anxious that if he closed his eyes for even a second, they would miss something vitally important. He was afraid they would sail right past them. He also did not trust Elizabeth's eyes. She wouldn't be able to see a fly if it was at the end of her nose. 'It was a cute nose, though,' he thought.

Will only slept the second night because his eyes betrayed him and wouldn't stay open. He had fallen asleep in a chair on the deck of the small ship. Elizabeth, however, slept very comfortably in what would be the captain's cabin.

Elizabeth was concerned for Will. He was acting strangely and she did not like it. She wanted to know exactly what Beckett had said he was going to do, and Will looked like he was going to be sick every time he thought of it. She wanted to help Jack and Danielle, but she needed to know what they were up against. Will was taking helping them to a whole new level. He stole a ship from his future father-in-law and was not sleeping. She didn't like it at all.

"I don't like this at all," she said, marching straight up to Will.

"What don't you like?" Will asked without moving his eyes away from the horizon.

"You."

"You don't like me anymore?"

"You're acting strangely."

"This is all very important. I'm sorry that I don't have the time to sit and hold your hand. Or give you compliments. Or…whatever else you're going to yell at me about. Why can't you be more like Dani?"

He had hurt her. Her eyes welled up with tears immediately and she turned and ran for the cabin. Will was mildly concerned, but had been fighting the urge to say that to her for a week. He meant nothing by it of course. He just wanted her complaining to stop. Maybe this marriage wasn't going to be such a good idea.

All Will wanted was for her to pitch in and do some of the work. She could steer and that wasn't that difficult. But she refused to learn about the rigging or the mopping or the cooking for that matter. Will had to cook, clean and move sails up and down…because she was too stuck up to help. Dani didn't complain when she did work. She just went and did it. In fact, Dani knew her way around a ship so well, and Jack for that matter, that she just went and did things on her own. Elizabeth picked her nails.

After a week and a half of this, they reached Tortuga. They were behind the Rum by a few days. He hoped his message had made its way to either Jack or Dani, it was vital that they could find some place to lie low. He wished he had one of their compasses.

Will stood on a dock in Tortuga and watched the craziness. He didn't really want to be here. He didn't have good memories of the last visit. He thought long and hard about where Jack and Dani could be. Where they might be going. And he came up with and idea. They would go see Tia Dalma for advice as soon as they could stock the ship with provisions.