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Elizabeth peeled the gown away from her. The deep black red covered her. Her mark, Her call.

Elizabeth then looked in a mirror, her corset had a huge gash in it. She would have died…she should have died.

Elizabeth cleaned herself off and heard Will speaking outside the door to Bill. He had his father back, but in turn he had lost her. Something inside Elizabeth felt different, she didn't have this burning desire for him.

Elizabeth pulled off her corset and slipped on a long white shirt then fell to her knees. Elizabeth then climbed into bed, tired, worn…and slowly slipping into something she didn't understand.

"Elizabeth?" Elizabeth looked up and saw Will. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

"No."

"Are you hungry? I can get you something."

"No Will, thank you."

Will looked hurt. "Elizabeth you know I love you."

Elizabeth closed her eyes. "I know." Will seemed to wait for a loving response, he didn't get one.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

"No." Elizabeth looked at him. Will finally looked into her eyes and saw emotions in there he didn't care to see. Fear, shame, pain, and sadness.

"Elizabeth, I meant what I said."

"Will, so did I." Will flinched as if he had been struck. "You don't trust me Will, and you don't love me like you did." Elizabeth cleared her throat. "I think it best if we don't get married."

"Elizabeth, please…I just."

"Will, before you say anything, I want you to think about what I did. Can you say without a shadow of a doubt that you won't hold that kiss against me? Against Jack?" Will's silence was all the answer Elizabeth needed. "I'm tired Will, please, I need to rest."

POTC

Will kicked a bucket of dirty water across the deck in frustration as he stomped out of Jack's cabin.

"Not good." Jack muttered to Bill.

"I reckon so." Bill looked at Jack. "She's going to want revenge."

Jack nodded. "Jones, and Beckett." Jack sighed. "Tia Dalma can help her."

"What if she wanted this to happen? What if she wanted Elizabeth to do this?"

Jack shook his head in disagreement. "No, I think she saw this…she is helping Elizabeth."

"What about Will? He is having one hell of a hard time forgiving her." Bill said.

"He says he forgives her."

"Saying and believing in what you say is two different things." Bill said calmly as he watched his son. "He…I don't think he trusts either of you. Perhaps you should talk to him, have it out…"

"He said…" Bill stopped Jack.

"Remember saying and believing."

Jack dropped his head. "Alright." Jack walked over to where Will was standing. Will had a look of dread on his face.

"Will, we need to talk."

"About what?" Will snapped.

"Elizabeth, and me."

"What for? I don't blame you! I blame her! And now she is the one dictating our relationship! She won't marry me because she knows I don't love her!"

"Well, do you?" Will turned and the color drained from his face. Elizabeth was standing there, in a long white shirt, looking so young then…

"I love her." Will said.

"You're so angry at me." Elizabeth said softly. "Just let me go."