Beth was sitting in her room with her back to the door. She was stabbing the table with a dagger much like Will did at the end of DMC. Suddenly, there was a soft tapping on the door.

"Go away you bloody eunuch!" She called angrily without breaking the beat in which she was stabbing the table. The person knocked again.

"Go away, you stupid bloody whelp!" She yelled again, even more agitated. Beth heard the door slowly open and she spun around.

"What part of…Oh crap, it's you!" Beth said, realizing that it was Lizzie.

"Yes, it's me," Lizzie said softly as she walked into the room. "What did you do to Will? He's just staring over the edge, and he won't talk to me."

"He won't talk to you! Oh no, what will we ever do!" Beth said sarcastically. Then she glared at Lizzie. "Look sugar queen, he won't talk to you because, as much as you like him, he doesn't like you. Deal with it," She said, putting her feet up on the table grinning.

"What the hell are you thinking?" She thought.

"What do you mean?" Lizzie asked, confused.

"Geez, how thick are you? Let me put it this way. What does he call you? Miss Swann. What does he call me? Beth," She said very simply with a small smirk. Her mind was still racing, wondering why the hell she was continuing.

"You like him, don't you? Like Maddie," Lizzie accused

"ME? No, there's a major age difference. But as much as I'm Will/Liz, I think he deserves better," Beth told her.

"What do you mean? What about me makes him too good for me?" Lizzie argued.

"He doesn't deserve a two-timing wench who thinks she's knows everything and will manipulate other people's feelings to get what she wants!" Beth said, getting angrier as she listed all of Lizzie's faults.

"I never did any of those things!" Lizzie exclaimed indignantly.

"Just you wait," Beth huffed. There was a momentary pause as Lizzie, extremely frustrated, tried to fight back tears.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"Let's put it this way sugar queen, I changed my name because it was the same as yours. Just be thankful you got stuck with Madeleine on that boat instead of me or there might not've been a 'Miss Elizabeth Turner' to sacrifice! Savvy?" Beth spat out, going back to carving the table. Even as she was saying it, she wanted to shut up and was feeling guilty. Lizzie, with her eyes full of tears, ran out of the room and straight into Will, who was on his way to talk to her like Maddie had suggested.

"Elizabeth, what's the matter?" He softly asked with a puzzled expression on his face. Lizzie just looked at him, started crying harder, and ran away.

"Beth!" Will growled.

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"You've got to pick a pocket or two BOYS, you've got to pick a pocket or two!" Beth sang loudly. Just then, door slammed open.

"Ello whelp," Beth greeted him, knowing exactly who it was without looking up.

"What did you say to her?" Will grabbed Beth and spun her around so she was facing him.

"A lot of things," She said slyly. Her inner voice was still frantically telling her to say the opposite.
"Involving me!" Will figured out, starting to get ticked.

"A lot of things," Beth repeated.

"God damnit, Beth, just tell me what you said and why she's upset!" Will slammed his fist down on the table menacingly.

"Fine! I told her what at least three fourths of the female population under the age of twenty-one want to tell her," Beth told him coolly.

"And what, per say, is that," Will demanded.

"This," Beth went up to Will and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

"You know, this is another of those, 'WTF ARE YOU THINING' moments," Her inner voice said.

Will was just staring at her.

"Shit," She whispered, realizing what she had just done. "Sorry, that was one of those moments where what you want takes over," Beth blushed and looked down at the floor.

Will was still just staring at her, more confused than ever. One moment she was yelling and annoying him, and the next she kissed him on the cheek like she fancied him.

"Anyway um….just ask Lizzie what I said, and I'll talk to Maddie. But I guess…I'm sorry," Beth said apologetically, her inner voice agreeing with her outer one for the first time in the past ten minutes.

Will just blinked and walked out.

About five minutes later, Maddie came below deck to find Beth just standing in the middle of the room smiling into space.

"Hello! Beth, anybody home?" Maddie laughed, waving her hand in front of Beth's face.

"I kissed Will Turner," She whispered in a dazed voice.

"Sorry, didn't catch that," Maddie said grinning and cupping her ear, even though she had heard.

"I JUST KISSED THE GORGEOUS WILL TURNER!!!!" Beth shrieked.

"Good for you, now just take deep breaths in and out," Maddie said, deciding it would be better for Beth's mental state if she didn't tell her that Will had kissed her on the cheek by choice.

"In and out, in and out," Maddie said reassuringly. When she said out the second time, Beth fainted.

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Will and Lizzie were sitting below deck. They'd talked it out, and Lizzie was no long crying and Will was bandaging her hand. Lizzie visibly winced.

"Sorry, blacksmiths hands, I know they're rough," Will said apologetically.

"No, I mean, well, yes, they are…" Lizzie said, wondering why realizing she loved Will had made her so awkward around him. Will gently tied the bandage. Lizzie said, "But don't stop…"

Beth waited for a few more moments so that they could both understand the whole "William Turner's blood" thing, then burst in from where she had been standing outside.

"Sorry to break up the love fest, but if the whelp isn't busy we need him on deck," Beth smirked, but she now said "whelp" with a certain fondness.

"Yes we're….." Lizzie started but Beth interrupted.

"Great, now come on Will!" Beth said dragging him out of the room and up on deck.

"What?" Will hissed.

"That," Beth said, pointing.

On the horizon were black sails.

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Ooh...what's gonna happen? We LOVE reviews! Oliver's over (sob), but the good news is that we'll be able to update sooner. We've been behind on replying to reviews, so we're really sorry if you don't get one. FYI: Emma would like to say that she has a new story out called "If We Were in a Movie Together" under "Hannah Montana", if y'all are interested. Updates will hopefully come soon to both stories, but we're both depressed right now. Bizzy is depressed because she really likes this guy who was the Artful Dodger in the play, and now she won't see him as much because he's in seventh grade and she's in sixth. Emma is depressed because she has a huge crush on said guy's older brother, who is Emma's age, but he goes to boarding school so she only sees him like four times a year. And said guy that Bizzy likes found out. And won't stop teasing her and won't accept it. But he's still one of the coolest guys we know. LONG STORY, WE KNOW! WE NEED TO VENT! But please review, even if you're slowly backing away in fear!