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A bright ray of sunshine was what initially woke Elizabeth's muddled and hazy mind up. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she could sense the light on her face, and feel the slight heat that it brought. It was rather pleasant actually. She stirred slightly, attempting to move her body more into the line of sunshine without actually rearranging her position. A futile effort. As she stirred she felt the soft goose feather mattress shift below her as she ever so slightly changed her position and the soft cotton sheet that was covering her, slip down a few inches.

She soon realized that being slightly more in the sunshine was not helping. Her mind had started to become less hazy with sleep – something that she did not want. Sighing out loud she rolled over on the bed so she was facing the wall and curled up into a ball. She found her head had throbbed slightly when she had rolled over, for reasons she couldn't figure out. It hadn't been a pleasant throb either. She would have to get one of the maids to get her a heating pad for it later…

Elizabeth had intended that to be her last thought before drifting back off to sleep, and for the next thirty seconds or so, she believed that it was her last thought before falling asleep. Then she heard the nearby creaking of a chair and soft footfalls of someone walking closer to her. They stopped just short of her, near her head. She heard the sound of water being poured into a glass, and a quite thunk near her head, indicating that it had been set down on the table that rested against the bed. This time she let out a sigh of annoyance.

Those stupid maids just couldn't let her sleep could they? They always seemed to wake her up at the most inconvenient times. She heard whatever maid it was settle down into the chair again. Apparently whoever it was had something to say. Internally she debated weather to pretend to sleep or to wake up and talk to them. In the end she decided it was rude to ignore whoever it was. So she opened her eyes. She may as well get this over with.

Elizabeth stirred and stretched in her bed before rolling back over into the sunlight. She let out a loud yawn as she opened her eyes. Opening her eyes turned out to be a large error on her part. She immediately slammed them shut again, to relieve herself from the assault of the sun. She had apparently misjudged the hour of the day. The sun was never that bright early morning! Instead of the pale dawn sunlight she had been expecting, she had opened her eyed to the bright mid afternoon sunlight! As soon as her eyes had been assaulted by the sunshine, what had formally been a dull pounding in her head had intensified to a full fledged headache. It felt like she had been repeatedly been hit over the head with a bottle of rum.

"uugggghhhh" she moaned, rolling over onto her side to escape the light. Letting her eyes adjust to the light had not worked, so instead she would hide from it.

"What happened?" she mumbled into her pillow, not really expecting an answer from the maid. She had fully forgotten her intention to thank the man who had poured her a glass of water.

"Well, from what we managed to determine, you got drunk by yourself in the galley yesterday for some undetermined reason and ended up passing out on the deck of the Ghost; right in front of me, half the crew and Barbossa." Will said in mock cheerfulness from his place across the room.

Elizabeth rolled over and her eyes shot open as she sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet to her, desperately attempting to try to ignore the pain in her head. Okay, so there was no maid in her room. But Will was. She looked around the room, her eyes darting quickly from place to place. She was disoriented. Why wasn't she at home? Why was Will in her room? It took his words a few seconds to sink into her mind.

The crew, Barbossa, the deck.

Suddenly her mind was a whirlwind of images from the past few weeks, and more importantly yesterday. She was on the Ghost, with Barbossa and a crew…sailing to save Jack from death. Most of her memory sped back into her brain after those thoughts came back; although her mind had a few gaping holes. She figured that this was what they meant when they said you never remembered everything when you were drunk. She had been drinking last night…she desperately tried to remember why…because she was upset about her life and Jack. She had not wanted to make a choice between Will and Jack, so she had chosen to simply try to drink it away. Will had found her in the dark storeroom and she had tried to pretend she hadn't been drinking; which had obviously failed seeing as how she had passed out the second they reached the sunny top deck.

She idly wondered what it was about her and sunlight. First she passed out because of her eyes not being adjusted to it, and now it gave her a pounding headache. She decided to put equal blame on the sunlight and rum. Rum…the thought sent her head spinning and she leaned over her bed and retched into a bucket that had conveniently been placed there. She was thankful for the person who had put it there in her sleep. Probably Will she mused. Speaking of Will, she looked up at him sheepishly. After all he had just seen her throw up the contents of her stomach.

He was sitting behind the desk in the far corner of what she know knew was her cabin. The first officers cabin in fact. She remembered the row she had had with Barbossa about her possessing this cabin. Will had his boots propped onto the desk in a very Jack Sparrowish way. She grimaced. She did not want to be reminded of Jack first thing when she woke up. His brown eyes bore into Elizabeth's on the bed, where she lay facing him. She recognized the anger, hurt, confusion and betrayal in his eyes. She also say something new there. Stubbornness. He was not going to make this easy for her. She rolled over away from him, shutting her eyes tightly again which lessened the pain of her hangover considerably.

After all, everyone had been extremely nice to her since the sinking of the Pearl. They had given her, her own cabin so she could have her privacy; instead of sleeping with the rest of the crew. The whole crew dotted on her and Barbossa left her in peace (shocker). Will had given her weeks to come forward and talk to him about the Jack incident, why she was being so quite. She had a feeling he thought he knew what it had been about, but he wanted to hear it from her mouth. She had taken everything graciously of course, but giving her privacy had evidentially not helped. Instead of stopping her grieving over what she had done, she was now getting drunk by herself and wallowing in self pity.

"Well?" He asked harshly, cutting through her silent thoughts.

Elizabeth rolled over in bed again at the shock of hearing him talk and the tone of voice he had used. One hand flew up to her forehead as her headache registered the roll over movement and the pain increased a tenfold. She had thought one of the crewmen were in here, not Will. She had barley seen him these last few weeks on the ship, she had not expected for him to turn up in her cabin. He had been busy being chummy with Barbossa. However despite the fact that she bad barley seen him, she kept her eyes squinted tightly shut and would not look at him, due to the small problem her eyes seemed to be having dealing with sunlight.

Her thoughts had come back to her from last night, along with the one perfectly clear thing she could remember.

The world was cruel.

Emotions were worse.

She still agreed with that.

"Bugger." She said groaned aloud into the tense silence which did not waver. Her eyes opened when he did not immediately answer. She found her eyes drinking in the sight of him, which she had rarely seen close up for a few weeks. His white shirt was worn but clean, and his brown breeches looked to be sporting a newly mended rip. She wondered who mended them for him. Best of all was his face, now more tan then ever before from the prolonged sun exposure. He looked more like a Pirate now. She wasn't sure weather to consider this a bad thing or a good thing.

"Bugger is right Elizabeth. Now pray tell me, why did you feel the urge to drink rum all by yourself yesterday and then scare me half to death by fainting? I've given you weeks to talk to me about everything, and you haven't. So now I'm going to talk to you, while you listen, and then I want an explanation; clear?" His voice was cold and hard; she could tell from the look in his eyes that he was not going to let this go without an explanation.

A/N: This is a two part chapter, this is part one. Part two will be up next sunday. :) Hope you enjoy!

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