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Chapter 2:

Lies Told by the Ones We Love Most

Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the wheal of the Black Pearl as he guided it out of Tortuga and towards a small port in Mexico where William Turner had disappeared. He knew Elizabeth feared the worst and to be honest, he did as well. He would never admit it though. He knew Elizabeth would blame him for anything that had happened to Mr. Turner while he was a crew member on the Pearl. 'Responsibility for the death of her Fiancé would surly ruin my chances with her,' he thought, 'not that I have much of a chance to begin with.'

With a sigh, he gave the orders to tighten the sails and set a course for Mexico. Leaving, the steering in the hands of his first mate, he returned to his cabin to relax and possible treat himself to a glass or two… or three, of rum.

Dressed in a far more practical outfit consisting of men's trousers, a loose fitting shirt and a light weight leather vest, Elizabeth leaned against the side of the Black Pearl, watching the men run around, completing miscellaneous tasks they had been assigned by their captain.

It was still light out and the port had just come into view. The trip to Mexico had felt a lot longer than it was, especially since Jack had gone to great lengths to avoid her. She knew why he was avoiding her but she didn't want to admit to herself that she wished he hadn't been avoiding her for the same reason. With a sigh, she pushed herself away from the side rail and headed below deck.

Jack stepped out his cabin and took a quick look around. The sun was already well into the sky and they crew was already well into their duties. Another glance around the deck and he found who he was looking for.

"You're carriage awaits Miss Swan," Jack said with a grin and a wobbly bow as he pointed in the direction of one of the small row boats. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and followed him over to the boat, which had now been lowered into the water. They climbed down the rope ladder into it and Jack took the oars.

"Is no one else coming with us?" Elizabeth asked, looking up at the faces of Ana Maria and Mr. Gibbs.

"I lied to you," Jack said, his voice in it's usual tone, unwavering and steady, "I know where Will is. I figured you would want to ask him why he is not returning to you yourself."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed as she stared at Jack, "What are you talking about?" She asked, her shoulders stiffening as she began to think of the possibilities. 'Is there another woman?' she thought. She hoped not. She wasn't sure she would be able to keep her pistol out of the conversation if there was. She found herself so deep in thought that she didn't notice the fact that Jack had not bothered to answer her question.

The small boat came to a stop suddenly as it hit the docks in the port. Jack cringed a little as he looked at the small hole in the front of the boat. He hadn't been paying nearly as much attention as he should have been and he was just hoping his cause for distraction had not noticed his running the boat into the dock. When she willingly accepted his hand out of the boat, he guess she had not noticed.

Jack lead Elizabeth down a dusty road towards a small building in the center of town. The sign on the building read "Town Hall." The first thing she say when she entered the building was Will's figure going through a shelf filled with papers. With a soft gasp, Elizabeth ran past Jack and directly into the arms of Will.

"Elizabeth," Will began, sounding extremely surprised to see her, "What are you doing here?" Turning towards jack and letting go of Elizabeth, "Why did you bring her here?"

Jack stood, glaring at Will, "Do you really think I would live past telling Elizabeth that you were dead? No matter what the story it would be my fault. I lied to get her here and now you can explain what is going on."

Elizabeth didn't know what do to. She stood, looking back and forth between Jack and Will, not sure who to address first. Eventually, she turned to Will, "What is going on?"

Will sighed and sat her down in one of the chairs that lined the walls of the room, "I didn't want to make this too hard on you. I thought telling you I was dead was the best way to do it but I guess I was wrong. I have found evidence of my father being alive. It isn't much but I believe it will lead me to more and eventually, I hope to find him. I wasn't sure if I would ever be back and I want you to be happy. I figured if you thought I was dead, you would find someone else to give your heart to."

Dumbfounded, Elizabeth slowly stood up, her mouth open, her eyes staring blankly into the distance, "You… you think your father might be alive so you are leaving your fiancé behind to try to find him?" Her eyes came into focus and she glared angrily at Will, "Don't worry about your fiancé missing you. As far as I'm concerned, you no longer have one."

She turned and rushed out of the building, knocking Jack aside on the way. Will watched her, his eyes moistening slightly. He hadn't told her or Jack the entire truth. It was true that he was going to find his father but he wouldn't be if Elizabeth had really been in love with him. He knew better. She was in love with someone else and he knew she would not be able to see past her stubbornness to her turn feelings until he was out of her life. He just hoped that Jack has also seen through her.

With a sigh, Will watched Jack turn and walk out of the building and follow Elizabeth down the street. 'I wish he didn't love her,' Will thought to himself, 'but he does… and she loves him back.'

Notes to the reader:

This was a nice chapter to write. I was really worried about how this was going to work but it kind of wrote itself. I had to try really hard to keep Will from getting OOC and I think I did it but let me know if you think it's a little off… anyway, stay tuned for episode 3!