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Trying to Reason with the Devil

"I...she...I..."

"Yes Jack, you and her both have to love another and be married with another." There was a nagging sensation, like someone was pulling a rope in my stomach.

What about freedom?

"I...I..."

"Having second thoughts are we? Maybe a little someone is getting in the way." Davy said, looking thoughtful. Then it hit me, he knew about my freedom, he knew about her.

"How do you know about her."

"About who?" He played.

"You know bloody well what I am talking about!" I yelled at him, standing up, trying to make myself more threatening, but due to lack of water, and the sun seeming to get hotter by the minute, I toppled back down onto my arse.

"I am afraid Mr. Sparrow that I don't know anything about your past encounters with woman, but by the way you are attempting but failing miserably, if I may point out, to stand up for her, she must be special."

"Stop playing games with me Davy! You know I am talking about Liberte! I don't know how you know about her, but I know you know!" I yelled. It then suddenly hit me. He didn't know about anyone before this, he was trying to make me tell him that there was indeed someone that I have given my heart to, and now he will do anything in his power to destroy her to lessen my chances of doing his task. Now I even made it easier for him by giving her name!

"Ah, a French I presume."

"Only a quarter, mostly British with some dabs here and there of being native to the Caribbean and some other places. Defiantly lived in Singapore." I said, then inwardly kicked myself.

Great! Why don't you just tell him what she looks like now! He probably has a good picture already from the information you are giving him!

"Her name is French however, probably getting the French half from her mother, please correct me if I am wrong." Davy said, knowing that I had caught onto his plan.

"Go to hell." I growled.

"I own hell Mr. Sparrow, and I would have probably said the same thing, but funny thing is, you are in hell!" He laughed. I growled and attempted to get up again, but he just stepped back and I landed on my stomach, looking up at him, my hand out stretched, trying to reach his foot to trip him or something.

"You're right, how foolish of me to forget." I grumbled and gave up, just laying there. Davy sighed in completeness as he probably sensed my lack of enthusiasm.

"Well Mr. Sparrow, as much as I would love to continue to chat, I am wasting your precious time on getting your wife, or should I say lover and wife." He grinned. "I also have something's to attend to."

"What? Trying to get to her before me and kill her so I have no chance but to die?"

"Well Mr. Sparrow, where would be the fun in having you just prance around for a year and pick up a pretty lass? I need some excitement as well you know. It's pretty lonesome without a heart and lass, so maybe I will retrieve my heart, and maybe find myself a lass, preferably one that has some French in her you know, just to add a twist to our offspring's." He grinned, turning on his heals and walking off.

"Hey! How am I going to get out of this hell?" I called after him.

"Oh, silly me." Davy said, not looking back, but using his, somewhat looking, hand and snapped his fingers. I felt a tingling sensation and my eyes closed for I started to feel sick. Then I felt as if I were spinning. Feeling myself like I had dropped from the sky and back onto the sand, I dared to open my eyes. Looking around, I saw that I was near the ocean again, but still on the desert. I turned around and saw the Pearl, still perched like she was before, like we never moved, the rope that I had pulled before still swaying in the wind.

"Looks like we are going to have another female with us again mate, this time I am going to make her mine." I said and looked out at the ocean. "Why don't we give this another go." I said getting off my arse and walking over to the ship, grabbing the rope again and started pulling towards the ocean. "I am coming my dear." I said as I pulled.

It's been probably around three weeks, three weeks of sailing in the open waters. I was getting pretty sick of just seeing ocean, but I guess you had to if you wanted to live on a ship.

" Elizabeth." I heard Will ask from behind me. I knew by the tone of his voice what he was going to want to talk about, and quite honestly, I just wanted to run away again, avoid this conversation because I knew I was either going to lie, or lose him. I chose option one even though I hated lying, but I did still love Will even though I loved Jack as well. I knew that Jack would still be looking for Liberte though, his 'freedom', so why try to get in a relationship with a man who only has one and one thing only on his mind besides his ship and rum?
" Elizabeth!" Will called again. I jerked up from my thoughts and turned my head, looking over at an approaching Will.

"Oh, I am sorry, I kind of got lost." I said looking back out at the ocean, at the horizon.

"I know how it is, the ocean can make you do that, before you know it, you will be talking to yourself." Will joked. I smiled and continued to look out at the ocean. "I have seen it happen to many people."

"Like who?"

"Like Jack." Will said stressing Jack's name. "It is quite odd how he decided to stay on the Pearl, I thought that he valued his life more then ours and the crews put together.

"I guess you were wrong."

" Elizabeth, there is no need to lie to me, I knew what I saw." Will said, not needing to go farther into what he saw. I could feel tears brim my eyes.

"It doesn't matter, I love you."

" Elizabeth, why did you do it?" Will asked.

"I wanted to save the crew."

"Be honest Elizabeth, please, for me." Will begged. I felt horrible how he had to beg, but I couldn't tell him the truth, not until I knew where Jack and I stood.

"Will, I love you and only you. I am just guilty about what I have done, I just wanted Jack to think that we cared for him so he would stay on the ship and protect us." I said, trying to make my words sound truthful because I knew I couldn't mask what my eyes said. He bought it, I could tell by the way his eyes lit up and how he wrapped me up in his arms, giving me a warm, innocent kiss. Nothing like the one Jack and I had shared. We separated and Will kissed the top of my head.

"Don't worry Elizabeth, we will get him back, you will be able to say you're sorry, and then we can go back to Port Royal and live happily ever after." He said. I smiled, the first smile that I had worn since that day...the day Jack died.

"Sorry to break up your moment mate, lass, but there is an island just a day or two away and the Captain was wondering if you had any reason to stop there, it is a storage place for rum." Gibbs said. He had shivered when he had called Barbossa 'Captain' for I knew it must be hard for him to.

"Sure, why not? Jack might want some when we get him." Will said smiling, his arm still wrapped around my shoulder. I nodded and Gibbs gave us a parting smile before he walked off, probably to drink the last of the rum, seeing that there is now no reason to hold back.

Three weeks and nothing...nothing but the 'beautiful' ocean that doesn't do squat! I must admit, it is a lovely view, but it is starting to turn ugly for I have no food no water, and nothing but the bloody sand to sleep on, and especially, no company from any sex. Besides those things though, everything was going great. My chances of dieing hungry and alone were seeming more clear then when I first decided to abandon my crew for Davy Jones's crew to attack. Funny thing, there wasn't any Kraken, unless I had gotten away before I would have seen that beautiful, yet frightening creature...no...the Kraken was defiantly not there.

"Why wasn't it there?" I asked myself knowing that I was the only one on this island.

"Perhaps Davy decided to go easy on me?"

"No, he wouldn't do that."

"Great, now the sun, lack of food and water, and no company is getting to me and I am bloody talking to myself! Can this get any more horrible and screwed up?"

"Well, it is better then the silence and constant lapping of waves as they hit the ocean, also-" I stopped in mid-sentence as my eyes caught something. I turned my head to the right to get a better look, and nearly jumped up and did a dance, but before I gave myself false hope, I rubbed my eyes. I closed them, counted to ten, and then opened them again to see the most beautiful sight that, in three weeks (besides that stray fish that I had gotten and eaten), was heading right towards me. It, even though to it was to far away to tell exactly, seemed like a very large, beautiful ship. It looked like it was a two day voyage to reach this island, but I decided to, even though it might be in vain, put all the rest of the wood from the rum crates, and maybe throw in a bottle or two to make a fire. Of course I wouldn't put all the rum in for there was enough for another month or two if I just spared one or two, and by the looks of it, the ship didn't seem like it was heading my way, so I would probably need the beautiful drink.

"Please God, Booda, Jesus, anyone for Christ's sake, make that ship come here and pick me up for a grand and probable trip to the noose if not just land!"

Then I put my mind to the nuse part of it and shuddered. I felt my lips twist up into a cocky smirk that was not just conferting me for the worst.

"I am Captain Liberte Amour, there is nothing I can't get myself out of." With that, I began my hunt for wood. Grabbing a bottle of rum, I uncorked it and brought it to my lips, looking around on the sandy beach for wood.

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