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"She died? How?" Jack asked as they walked on the dark sandy beaches.

"She drowned. We were attacked by the Flying Dutchman on our way here…a cannon blast sent her into the waters…I couldn't reach her in time."

Jack went silent for a second…but only a second. "Sorry mate."

Jack could sense Will's anger…it was radiating off him. "We'll take the Pearl out to my ship, then I can lead the way to ending Davy Jones." Barbossa said.

"You? Your ship? You ending Davy Jones? When did this all happen?" Jack asked.

"Yes me. My ship, which I have just decided I would name the Prospect, and yes me killing Davy Jones, because you are a screw up if I ever did see one." Barbossa laughed.

"I don't like you." Jack muttered with nothing better else to say.

"Feeling is mutual."

"Then why are you doing this? Because you feel guilty? Is that it?" Jack said with a jovial smirk.

"Because being dead is not too pleasing. When the lovely Tia Dalma brought me back, and told me of you, I said, well, if I am going to be around I might as well have a bit of a rivalry here to keep me company…that be you."

"I feel honored."

"Don't be, because once this is done, the chase is on."

POTC

"Dank…" Elizabeth muttered as she was placed in a small and dark cabin. No light flooded this room, only a candle. There was a bed and a nightstand, that was it, no fancy frills aboard the Flying Dutchman.

Elizabeth hoped that Bill had spoken to Will…maybe they were on their way to rescue her right now?

Elizabeth had a feeling she was hoping too much. She didn't know if Will could even rescue her. What if she was trapped on this ship forever with the only company being Davy Jones?

Elizabeth shivered at the thought of that. Hopefully Bill knew what he was talking about, hopefully…

Elizabeth heard Jones yelling above her. Something about an approaching ship firing upon the Flying Dutchman.

Elizabeth went outside her room and climbed up to the deck. It was dark and cold, but she could see the faint red and orange of cannon blasts.

"What colors are they flying?" Elizabeth asked as she approached Jones.

"What does it matter? They are attacking my ship."

Elizabeth shut her mouth and looked and tried to make out the ship. It was large, considering the amount of firepower she was spraying the Flying Dutchman with. As the ships grew nearer, she saw it wasn't the Pearl, nor the ship they left on with Barbossa…it was a British ship…

"Summon the Kraken!" She heard Jones yell out and shivered with fear.

She saw members of the crew spin a large wheel. Then something pounded and an eerie silence took over the crew.

Then Elizabeth saw a shadow in the water spread to the ship…and it started breaking it into pieces. Elizabeth felt a sadness fill her heart watching the ship begin to go down…it only took seconds.

"We have to look for survivors." Elizabeth said to Jones.

"No survivors."

"Please we have to look." Elizabeth said with a quiver to her voice that caused Jones to turn and look at her.

He studied her for a moment before barking out another order to look for survivors. "You're not going to find what you are looking for." He then walked away without another word.

Elizabeth watched and waited…hoped. Hope seemed to be a fleeting emotion right now.

Then they returned with a survivor. He was tattered and cold…frightened. Elizabeth walked over and put a hand over her mouth to stop her gasp.

"So what do you want done with your survivor?" Jones asked with a laugh.

"Lock him in the brig. I will tend to him later." Elizabeth watched as the survivor was taken down to the brig. Elizabeth felt her knees weaken slightly, if Jones ever found out that the survivor he pulled from that wreckage was someone she knew, her goose would be cooked.

POTC

"Where are we headed?" Will asked Jack as the Pearl let her sails down and was gliding toward the open ocean waters.

"Tia Dalma, I need to speak with her…especially since I am going after Jones." Will looked at Jack.

"And then?" Will probed.

"I haven't planned that far…why?"

Will erupted in rage. "Aren't you going to mourn for her?!"

"Who are you talking about?" Jack asked ready for a physical attack.

"Elizabeth! She died! You loved her, she loved you!"

Jack took half a step back. "Hold on a second William…"

"She died with her heart broken because of you!"

"Wait, I…"

"She died in pain she had no one!"

"Where in the seven seas were you?!" Jack finally shouted back.

"I saw her die!"

"No, you said she died in pain, she died alone because I broke her heart, because I loved her…now who ever said that I loved her, or in fact that she loved me?"

"I saw her kiss you!"

"And in your feeble mind that means love?" Jack laughed. "No William, she is just a damn good pirate…better than you I wager."

"What? I don't understand…" Will whispered.

"She did it for you. She took the risk of having you never ever loving or speaking to her again, so that way you could live, so perhaps you could save your father…not because she is in love with me. She kissed me to distract me, and she did a very fine job at it." Jack smirked as Will's face reddened. "Curiosity killed the cat dear William, and I had the misfortune of being that cat."

Will looked confused. "So you have no feelings for her?"

"No, except respect, but that doesn't matter now does it?" Jack said with a hint of sadness. "Because she died with a broken heart, but it wasn't from me…no, she died because she thought you didn't love her anymore, and you let her think that. It's a shame mate…that I a low life scum pirate knows more about your bonnie lass than you do."

"Captain?" Gibbs walked forward waving at him.

"What is it Gibbs?" Jack turned annoyed.

"We have an unexpected guest."