(OT: Oh goodness. This was difficult to write (not to sound like I'm bragging but) I know it may break a few hearts, even though we know exactly what happens during AWE. This is Will and Elizabeth's point of view of the kiss of death. I borrowed a few pieces from my fic about Elizabeth's POV, but mostly everything was freshly re-written. I did not realize until I was writing this why Will looked so angry. Of course, I won't describe it here... You will just have to read to find out my take. It is not perfect, and I am absolutely sure as soon as I finish posting this I will go, "Oh! I wish I had included this thought or this emotion." But that's all right.

Thank you so much for all the reviews! You are too kind! As I said, probably one more chapter for DMC. And then... I will continue with AWE, but I will not promise such frequent updates. This week was sort of a fluke because it has been so easy, but next week I'm fairly swamped with tests, appointments etc, but I will do my best to update on weekends. All right. Carry on. I'll shut it.)

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Her eyes flitted across the mangled deck and then rested on both men for a moment. Gazing over her left shoulder, Elizabeth agreed, "He's right. We have to head for land." She and Jack locked eyes for a second, maybe two, and she witnessed the glimmer fading from his expression. His eyes were now utterly remorseful, no longer radiating the spell that Elizabeth had succumbed to only days before. Perhaps he was prepared to apologize for dragging his crew and an innocent couple into this wretched mess, but she did not think he was near expressing it. The woman then glanced to William, whose hair draped in a greasy chaotic way and whose brown doe eyes beckoned for her to stand by his side. She withdrew her gaze, focusing on the ground.

"That's a lot of open water." Pintel remarked after gazing to the isolated shoreline, while revealing all of their thoughts. The Kraken could easily attack while they were rowing through the placid waters.

"That's a lot ah wata'." Ragetti repeated.

Will strolled to the side of the ship and gazed to the sea, biting his lip in frustration. This was all Jack's fault, but at least the Kraken had vanished... For now. "We have to try." He pleaded, turning back to the crew as positive as possible. He explained in a growling voice, one that he usually employed in commands. "We can get away as it takes down the Pearl." Will stared at Elizabeth, hoping that she might cast a sleight smile or even feebly purse her lips and wave for him to take her hand, but she did not return the gaze, which was extremely unusual. Over the years, Elizabeth had developed a keen sense for knowing exactly when Will was gazing at her in anxiety or admiration, but now, she stared at the planks, her eyes swiveling from one corner to the other.

"Abandon ship..." Gibbs announced reluctantly. He then charged his words, blooming his voice as he bellowed, "Abandon ship or abandon hope." The filthy man stepped in front of Elizabeth, and Will quickly followed, disregarding the woman's presence. They passed each other the long guns while the remaining crew scaled the gangway solemnly.

She planted her feet, grinding them as she rotated her head to observe Jack. He had destroyed her and Will's possible marital felicity. She had dreamt of him eradicating her relationship with Will, while in reality he had lied and forsaken them in one foul swoop. Elizabeth's expression did not altar as she stared at him, at that pirate. Her mouth gaped slightly open as she thought of everything that would be demolished if Jack climbed into the longboat. Oh yes, the Kraken would swallow the Pearl, and then it would vacate the site and pursue the crew. Will descended the side of the ship, and Gibbs' attention was turned to loading the longboat. This was her chance. Every fiber of her being screeched that there were several reasons not to commit this act, but there was a throbbing motive that prevailed over everything. It would save her. It would save Will. Two steps forward. And three steps back in morals.

Elizabeth realized the sole way to distract the captain, and the woman allowed the faint thirst for his lips to flourish in her thudding heart and untamable mind. It began to secrete through her, as it did those days before and as it did when she had become elated and intoxicated alongside this man on that abandoned island. She watched the captain survey his vessel a last time, and his hand grazed the mast in a final farewell. The woman glided toward him in determination, repressing the swelling of her own heart that it was, by and by, a betrayal to Will, but also the only way to save their skins. Elizabeth approached the pirate as he strode past the mast, heaving in several deep breaths, ignoring the fluttering "no" at the back of her mind.

"Thank you, Jack." Her words were sincere. Jack had returned to the vessel and rescued Will and her life. For that, she would be eternally grateful, but it did not alter the fact that he went around everything else incorrectly.

The man gravely swiveled around three-quarters of the way at the sound of her gentle tone. "We're not free yet, love."

That last word. Love. It stung her heart like a thorn in her ribcage, and yet, she consumed the speech and allowed a smile to creep, her pearly teeth gleaming for flesh. She closed her mouth and then answered, "You came back." She paused, observing the flicker in his eyes. He was clearly wondering what this was leading to, why she was so appreciative, but he did not shift or ask a question. She stepped forward a little closer, now feeling his rum-soaked breath against her cheeks. "I always knew you were a good man." His eyes glowed as she glanced at his wilting lips and then to his soulful eyes. He stared blankly as she locked onto his gaze, mouth agape. The woman's eyes fluttered half-way closed as she looked to his lips once more, stepped forward, and leaned into the pirate. This was her lust, her desire that she loathed to claim, even though it was only a few lustful thoughts, those that evaporated when she thought of Will gripping her waist and stroking her neck with his lips. His hot breath merged with her own, and her calloused fingertips scraped against his navy jacket. Her lips began gently caressing and then ravaging his, propelling him backward with the taste of a governor's daughter. Her broken nails inched up his arm and clasped his dreadlocks and neck for a moment, before realizing that this was not Will. Jack would never hold her ever so tenderly as they escaped the tragedy. Elizabeth returned to her mission. Her dreadful mission. Save them. Save her. Save Will.

Discounting Elizabeth's unheeded attention, William Turner was handed a musket and turned his back to his fiancé. He assumed the woman was in complete distress, just as he was, except he managed to conceal his fright with a broiling tone. Once Cotton, Ragetti, Pintel, and Marty had scaled the gangway, he followed, gripping the steps with one hand while lowering the weapons with the other. He wanted to escape the Black Pearl as swiftly as possible. This vessel had rescued and ruined his life repeatedly, and although he desired to rescue his father from the grip of Davy Jones, he would gladly send it to the depths if it meant that he and Elizabeth could live freely.

He passed the last long gun to Ragetti and then spun to the gap in the ship's side, expecting to see Elizabeth or Mr. Gibbs crawling above him. Instead, the man's eyes bulged with shock as he witnessed Elizabeth clutching Jack's arm, her lips against his, and moving in reverse, almost out of view. No, that couldn't be. Will's eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion. She wouldn't. He loved her. She loved him. He wasn't seeing his Elizabeth kissing Jack, grasping the man the identical way she had held him on the beach hours past. His left hand shifted to the step, and he gripped it in agony. Elizabeth was kissing that man. That horrid man who tricked him onto the Flying Dutchman... The man who attempted to seal a deathful fate by telling Will that he could settle Jack's debt! Did he not lie to Elizabeth? Did Jack not lead her on and betray her, just as she was doing to him now? No, this wasn't happening. She didn't... Elizabeth kissed Jack in possibly their final moments on this earth, instead of kissing Will. She loved him. Elizabeth loved Jack.

"Prepare to cast off!" Mr. Gibbs shouted, at least four canteens clanging above Will's head. "There's no time to lose." Will did not alter his position, still trying to catch a glimpse of the pair. He needed to verify that what he saw was real. "Come on, Will! Step to!"

Will stepped down the rest of the gangway, confused and infuriated with his mind reeling. She loved the man who deceived them both. This was torture! His heart ached as he plunked into the longboat. She not only loved another man... But it was Jack. What was it that he had said a year ago? Something about it not working between them... But he had never questioned Elizabeth's quizzical expression. He assumed the captain was fabricating a single saucy comment that the woman had uttered into a love-triangle. But now, what had happened between them? Will wiped back his greasy locks and gazed to the opening, awaiting the couple. He reclined in the boat, his elbows resting on the seat. How could she do this? How could this happen? He thought... He thought that they loved each other equally.

Then, her waif-shape edged down the gangway, and Will immediately stretched out his arm and placed his calloused hand on her lower back, guiding the woman into the boat. A moment passed, and Marty and Ragetti still stared at the gap. They looked to Elizabeth's numb expression, but Will wasted no time.

"Where's Jack?" He asked with a singe in his tone.

"He elected to stay behind to give us a chance." Elizabeth Swann's words were grinded, malicious... Practiced. The crew immediately looked to the vessel, but Will refused to retract his gaze. The pair stared at one another, equally exasperated, but for entirely different reasons.

With her jaw set, she waited for a comment or another question, but Will just stared at her. Pain and desire leaked out of his eyes, but she didn't notice as she swiveled her head. The woman stared at the bottom of the boat, realizing that they were wasting time. Any moment she expected the captain to holler for aid, but there was only silence. Then, she swore she could hear the chain rattling, clanging for her to return and break the bond. She lifted her eyes to the short man and shrieked, "GO!"

There was no justification. She had hurt him. She had lashed his heart like Bootstrap lashed his back. If only she had explained on Isla Cruces and if only she hadn't kissed him so fiercely, like she loved him faster than the devil. He cast his eye to the sea as they drifted away from the ship... and away from each other.

(OT: I used several run-on/incomplete sentences in this to emphasise the scattered thoughts. I don't think either character was thinking entirely straight-forwardly. They were out of their element in my opinion.)