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"Let you go?" Will asked with his mouth open. "After all these years totally and completely in love with you, you think I can let you go?

"You say it but you don't mean it. You just said you are angry with me, I heard it." Tears welled in her eyes. "Let me go."

"Fine if that's what you want, then good, be gone!" Will threw up his hands in frustration.

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"What are you doing Elizabeth?" Jack asked once Will was safely aboard Barbossa's ship.

"The only thing I can."

"What is that?"

"I know what's going to happen to Will and I." Jack looked in her eyes. They were soft.

"How?"

"I can feel it. Right now its best we are apart." Elizabeth paused. "I am going to need your help, and Tia Dalma's."

"What is it?" Jack asked.

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Will tugged on the rigging as Barbossa's ship and the Pearl made their way to a small island. They were going to dock, and get supplies.

None of that mattered now. Will was angry, angry at Elizabeth, with himself.

The ship docked and Will stepped off. He was in no mood for orders from Barbossa, in really no mood at all.

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Elizabeth slipped a dress over her shoulders and slipped on a pair of shoes. The dress was a simple beige, no adornments, no lace, no frills.

She wanted to be by herself. She walked into the city and walked into a small hotel. She paid the man the rate for one night and climbed the stairs to her room. Elizabeth opened the door and slammed it shut. She was frustrated and tired.

A knock on the door brought Elizabeth back to a slight bit of sanity. Elizabeth pulled the door open and gasped.

"Will, what are you doing here?"

He took a large step toward her, slipped his hand behind her head and kissed her. Elizabeth fought at first, then slowly melted into him.

Elizabeth pulled him into the room and shut the door with her foot. "Will…" Elizabeth gasped as he tugged on the back of her dress.

"Tell me this isn't what you want. Tell me you don't want us to be together." He kissed her. "I want you to look me in the eye and tell me."

"I…" Elizabeth bit her lip. "What I want…" Elizabeth closed her eyes. "I want to feel you love me."

A small smile formed on Will's face. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He was staying the night, he was never going to let her go again.

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"We will go after them."

"Sir, they are sleeping…isn't that a bit cowardice?" Admiral Norrington asked Beckett.

"No, it's smart." Norrington bit his tongue slightly.

"Sir…" Norrington then spotted another approaching vessel. "That sir, is the Flying Dutchman."

Beckett's eyes flashed. "Oh well then…why don't we watch?"

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Elizabeth hugged Will tighter. Not exactly her idea of her wedding night…well considering she wasn't married, but it would do just fine. "Will, I love you." She leaned over his face and kissed his chin.

Elizabeth felt him tighten his hold on her. "I love you too." He kissed her forehead. "I hope this means you'll still marry me."

A smile toyed with Elizabeth's lips. "No…" Elizabeth cleared her throat. "I would need some more convincing."

Elizabeth burst into laughter. Will grabbed her and pinned her on the bed. He straddled her and placed each of his arms on either side of her. "That was funny."

"I'm glad you have a sense of humor."

Will kissed her again, running his hands up and down her sides. A sudden rumble had Will pull away from Elizabeth. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes." Elizabeth sat up. "It's Jones, I can feel him close."

Will got out of bed and pulled on his clothes, Elizabeth was on the other side doing the same. "Will, he's attacking us." Elizabeth sat on the bed to pull on her shoes. "He's after me."

Will looked at her in the eyes. "He can't have you."

"Will, if you just…" Elizabeth looked away. "He won't leave me alone. We will live our lives with him hunting us every minute of every day."

"You're worth it."

"In the end…it won't be."

Will staggered. "What do you mean? What aren't you telling me?"

"Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me or not?"

"I'm afraid you are going to do something that will hurt yourself."

"So the answer is no?" Elizabeth tilted her head. "Okay…it makes it a bit easier then."

"Makes what easier?"

Elizabeth simply walked across the room and out the door. Will stared at the door a moment.