Hey guys. I'm SOOOO sorry it's taken me so long to update this fic. The main reason I can give is simply school. It's evil and should be killed. I also have more bad news…exams are coming up, AND I have two 2000 word essays due next week (that I haven't started yet, well done meggi) that I need to finish, so there might be another delay in posting because of that.

But!

After Friday next week (that is the 8th of June) I should be perfectly able to post more often, unless I face that dastardly problem all writers get called writers block and can't think of a decent way to go on with and finish this story.

At this stage I'm not sure how many more chapters are going to come after this, as I haven't planned any more out, but given this is chapter 13, I'm going to estimate another 7, because I really don't want this story to drag on or go over 20 chapters. Having said that there is every possibility my intelligence will forget that and this will go on forever (which some of you may like but I don't, sorry.)

In the mean time, I'll stop rambling and leave you with the next installment!

Another Question Answered

Will didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he opened his eyes to see the moon shining in through his window. By the sound of it, everyone was in bed, and thank heavens. He needed to see Elizabeth, find out if she recognized the medallion, and it didn't hurt that he had wanted to see her all day (despite the fact he'd been sleeping.)

Quietly, he slipped from his bed, dodged the floorboards that creaked and dressed. Pocketing the one medallion, and hanging the other around his neck, he escaped from the house, through the cold night and up to the Governor's house.

Despite the fact the town had been ambushed by pirates, Will was surprised there weren't more guards around the home of his beloved, which he also had to admit he was glad about.

He noticed Elizabeth's window, and the light coming from within. He couldn't believe he was doing this, sneaking up to Elizabeth's bed chamber in the middle of the night. Was he a fool? Did he want to have himself killed?

He had heard from his mother, of rumors flying about the town how Elizabeth was engaged to Commodore Norrington, and that only made him seem even more foolish. If Elizabeth was indeed betrothed to the new Commodore, what would happen to them both if they were caught?

But as Will sneaked through the garden, up to the wall of the house, all he wanted to know was the truth about this medallion.

What he hadn't counted on was rain falling.

"Why does it always rain here?" He whispered to himself.

He looked up the vine Elizabeth had pointed out as the one to climb. He watched as the rain fell onto the dark twisting pole, causing it to become slippery and even more dangerous than it already was.

But he was on a mission, and he didn't care how many cuts and scratches he would get, he had to see her.

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Elizabeth stared blankly into the fire. Esther had left her to sleep hours earlier, but memories of her conversation with her father were rigid in Elizabeth's mind. Unable to sleep, she had found herself sitting up, wrapped in her quilt, staring into the red hot coals and white and yellow flames that rose from some of the larger pieces.

She still hadn't heard any news of Will, but that didn't surprise her very much either. Her father was more interested in how Charlotte and her new baby Ethan were and Georgia's agony over losing Alistair.

Still, hearing one word about his safety would be wonderful. Even having the Commodore to visit her would be a much more welcome distraction to having everyone fuss over her. She hadn't seen what had happened, only the aftermath. She didn't need to talk to anyone, or be comforted about the pain at Alistair Cassidy's demise.

But her father's welfare was the most important thing in her head. He had looked so broken when she first set eyes on him that morning. He loved the people of Port Royal, and most of them loved him in return, but she had recognized his fear of losing that love. After all, what was he supposed to do with himself if they stopped loving him? Rumors of trouble and revolution were spreading from the North and from England and France.

Elizabeth also knew her father didn't want the King to lose faith in his ability to rule on his behalf. But what could be done?

Elizabeth could barely remember the aftermath of the last pirate attack, the one that had signaled the end for the Turner name, but what could be done?

It was at this point that she again allowed her thoughts to drift off to Will, most probably lying in his own bed, fast asleep and hopefully dreaming of her. The thought of his face, looking ever so peaceful, surrounded by darkness warmed her heart, and for a moment Elizabeth was certain she had found the necessary item to send her to sleep.

But there was a noise coming from her window, above the sound of the rain; a scratching sound that Elizabeth recognized as somebody climbing the vine beside her small balcony.

Leaving the comfort of her bed's warmth, Elizabeth ventured out into the watery night, and their, saw the top of a man's head; a man whom she instantly recognized as Will.

"Will, what on earth are you doing here?" She whispered loud enough for him to hear, but not enough to wake her sister who was in the next room along.

Will looked up from below her, and smiled. "I had to see you. And I need your help."

Elizabeth smiled in return, and a moment later he was standing before her, taking her in a hug, kissing her as he did so.

"Come inside, out of the rain." Elizabeth said to him, leading him into the dry room, and close to the fire, taking one of the small logs that was left their, specifically for extra warmth if she woke up and needed more warmth in the room.

From there she took a blanket from a cupboard and handed it too him. As he wrapped the towel about him she bit her lip.

"Ahh that's better." He breathed, standing close to the fire, before turning around and seeing her expression. "What?"

Elizabeth looked away, scratching the back of her head. "To prevent catching a cold, you may want to take some of your wet clothes off. It would warm you too." She was trying to keep a level voice, but wasn't managing too, realizing what she had just suggested and trying to hide her embarrassment.

Will merely looked at her, seeing her embarrassment and feeling his own at her suggestion, but feeling his body shiver, realized that despite the embarrassment they were both feeling, stripping down to his underclothes may be a good idea.

As he began undoing his belt, Elizabeth turned around, staring straight into the flames of the fire, not turning around until she heard the loud and sharp ring of something hitting the floor. But Will picked it up before she could get a good look at what it was. It was then that she noticed what he was wearing, nothing but his boots and his underwear.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." She turned away quickly, feeling absolutely mortified by their situation and unable to form any other sentence. But her eyes were forcing her head to turn back and look at his exposed body, reveling in his physique, muscular torso and strong, wide shoulders.

But before her eyes could fully take in what she was seeing, they landed at the gold glinting in the middle of his chest, glinting in the firelight. "What's that?" She asked stepping close to him, loosing the feeling of embarrassment and not noticing Will's body tensing as she reached for the medallion. "Why have you got a pirate medallion?" She asked him, looking up at his eyes and seeing his embarrassment, before stepping away from him as she felt her own return.

"My father sent it to me, I received it yesterday. I had no intention of keeping it, but it wasn't until I found this," he pulled out the second medallion from the pocket he had stuffed it in hastily, and handed it too her. "...when the pirates attacked that I realized why. My father must be a member of them, and they were searching for this." He pulled the medallion from his neck and held them side by side before her eyes.

"Why have you brought them here?" Elizabeth asked him.

"I was hoping you may recognize them. I know you read a lot of books about pirates and I was hoping you may recognize them." Will spoke, watching as Elizabeth's face went pale.

"Oh lord." She whispered.

Will watched her as she brought her hands to her face, covering her mouth. Instinctively he looked over his shoulder, thinking that someone was standing their watching them. "What, Elizabeth, what is it?"

"I just remembered, James came to the house today. He was speaking to my father privately in the parlor. I was eavesdropping through the door, hoping that he was telling my father how many lives had been lost, and praying that your name wasn't amongst them." Will felt warmed by this comment as he pulled the blanket at his feet around his shoulders. "What I remember, is James saying that only one pirate had been captured, that he was found lurking in an alley, hiding." Elizabeth explained, before stopping and sighing deeply. "Will, I think James said it was your father."

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