DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

He didn't fight for her. He didn't fight hard enough, and now she was dead, all because of him.

Will couldn't stop thinking about her, what she did, what she meant to him, still. He thought about a particular moment one that will be clear as day in his mind forever.

"Make sure you keep your wrists firm while holding your sword. Someone with a strong swing will knock it right out of your hands."

Elizabeth looked at him through pieces of her hair that fell out of her bun. "But, I thought you said, a strong swing means nothing if it doesn't have agility."

"Sure, but you need that strength as well." Will lifted his sword. "Again."

Elizabeth lifted her sword high in the air and brought it down. He blocked it and took the sword from her hand, nearly sending her to the floor, but she caught him by the sleeve and he went tumbling with her.

Both were in hysterics laughing. Elizabeth suddenly stopped and stared into his dark brown eyes. His hand was gripped on her side just below her breast. When he removed it, she simply took his hand and placed it back there again. Elizabeth then leaned forward and kissed him passionately.

When Will pulled back, he saw her lips swelled from his kiss. A dazed look spread across her face, completely and totally in love. Will kissed her again, this time with such a hunger that it took her breath away. "Marry me Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked at him as if she had been waiting for this for a long time. "Do you mean it?"


"Of course." Will smiled. "Marry me, I promise I will love you forever."

Tears sprung to her eyes. "Will, I promise I will make you happy. I love you." Elizabeth said as she kissed him again.

Will thought about that moment over and over again. It wouldn't stop playing in his mind, he loved her entirely, but did she not love him like he wanted her to? He thought she had.

POTC

"Why didn't I die?" Elizabeth asked Bill.

"That necklace makes you a part of Jones. You are the lost love."

"Oh please."

"Who gave you that?" Bill enquired.

"Tia Dalma."

Bill smiled. "Then she must have saw something in you."

"What does this title do for me?" Elizabeth asked with a nervous laugh.

"Right now, Jones is probably beside himself. He can't believe you are wearing the pendant and that you nearly died in the ocean, his fortunes have increased considerably."

"How so?"

"His heart controls the sea, he is the power in the seas. However, his one true love is here, you represent the sea. Untamable, unpredictable, and iron-willed, I am sure you represent all of these things. You will be his companion, you will be at his side all the time, and you must use it to your advantage. He will listen to you, but be careful, he is not one to suffer the fate of fools." Bill said.

"How do I get off this ship? I've seen it under water, how would I survive?"

"You are not dead, to be sure, but you are not completely alive and of free will. You are here permanently, for all eternity. With you by his side, he can rule and control the waters, his heart means nothing now, and I would hate to be the poor bastard holding it, and soon realizing it means nothing. In order for you to get off this ship, you're true love needs to find you and break the chains…or necklace as it were." Bill said as he glanced at the noise at the top of the stairs. "Here he comes Elizabeth…"

"Unlock the cell." Davy Jones bellowed.

A member of his grim crew unlocked the cell. "You there…" He said pointing to Elizabeth. "Get up and follow me."

Elizabeth stood on shaky legs and followed Jones up the stairs onto the deck of the Flying Dutchman. He then turned a corner and lead her into a cabin.

"What is your name?"

"Elizabeth."

"Where did you get that necklace?"

"That is none of your concern." Elizabeth feared if she told him it was Tia Dalma, she might get bagged.

"Oh really?" He circled her as she stood very still. He then picked up her hair, smelled it. Elizabeth shivered, this was getting very odd.

"What do you want?"

"Allegiance. Yours in particular."

"For what reason?"

He then looked at her. "Are you really her?" He looked at her with very soft blue eyes…something Elizabeth found herself in a trance with.

"No, my name is Elizabeth."

He snorted. "I figured you might want a change of clothing." He pointed to a dresser. He then hobbled out, slammed the door as he left.

Elizabeth crossed the room and opened the door to the dresser. All of the clothing were dresses, all of them white with gold embroidery, gauzy, light, goddess like. Elizabeth's stomach rolled, she didn't want to play a game…she needed off this ship fast, and find a way to take Bill with her.

POTC

Lord Cutler Beckett was in a very foul mood. Not only did he realize he seriously misjudged the legend of Davy Jones, but he still did not have control…and that unsettled him. Soon he was going to have to start explaining things, he realized he needed whatever Jones had that kept him in control, and in finding out what it is, he needed to set sail himself.

POTC

"No rum, no one to talk to…aggravate…" Jack mumbled. "I am talking to my bloody self…" He rolled his eyes.

Suddenly he saw white sails on the horizon…he did not like the look of that.