A/N Hopefully, this chapter is a bit more satisfying length-wise. I know there have been some...concerns about Will, but don't worry. I am a full Sparrabeth shipper, and I prmoise that Will not win in the end. Happy reading and please review!

Chapter 6: Moonlight

Tai Huang slowly caressed his temples in pure frustration. Fed up with mapping out his route, he decided to rummage through the belongings of his…previous captain. Going through her oak drawers, he carelessly whipped her clothes one by one, as if he wanted to find something interesting. "Ah, what's this then?" he asked him self as he held up a ring that had a faded sapphire stone with diamonds surrounding it. He argued over what he wanted to do with it. He finally decided to save it and bargain it away later. Jerking his head to the side as he put the valuable item in his coat pocket, something caught his eye. The bed skirt of his new bed wasn't neatly tucked, leaving a gap from the bed to the floor. The off-white sheet rested on a greenish object. He slowly walked over to the bed and sat down, lifting the unknown object into his lap. "Ah, I remember this, but surely Davvy Jones is dead, that was the only reason we conquered that tiring battle." His eyebrows burrowed in confusion. Why would Swann have this old thing? It dawned on him.

"The Blacksmith" he smirked.

Elizabeth paced around her temporary quarters on the Pearl. Luckily, Elizabeth persuaded Jack into helping her save Will, a man he clearly didn't enjoy. She mumbled to herself, trying to think of a plan to get the chest back. She didn't care about the ship of the crew; she just wanted the chest back in safe hands. She had made a promise to Will, and she never went back on her promises.

How would I know where that traitor is sailing my ship? Clearly he wouldn't follow my plans to acquaint more ships for her fleet after we would have left Tortuga. I'm almost sure that Jack's compass wouldn't point in the direction of the Dragon, wait, Jack's compass! That's it!

Elizabeth quickly found her way to the deck, her eyes furiously searching for Jack. She soon spotted him loudly swearing something to cotton's parrot. She quickly walked up behind him.

"I'm warning you Mr. Cotton, if that blasted bird ever tells me to walk the plank again, I'll shot the livin' daylights out of it!" Cotton quickly nodded in fear, scurrying away to another job on the deck. Calming down, Jack took the helm and said sighed "What is it Lizzie?" Elizabeth was slightly surprised that Jack knew that she was standing there.

She quickly shook her head and replied, "Jack, may I borrow your compass?"

Jack thought for a moment. "What for, I thought you believed that me compass didn't work." Jack smiled at the distant memory.

"It's kind of a long explanation."

"We've got plenty of time love," Jack replied while still looking away into the sunset. Elizabeth took a large breath and sighed. "Well, it seems that I am need of finding a way to map the route to the Dragon. I'm pretty sure that saving Will's life is the least of concern, so if I used the compass, I would be able to find a way to sneak up on the Dragon. So-" Jack interrupted.

"You know love, you ferget things very easily. Need I remind that it was I who saved young William's life, if you're implying that it was the least of my concern, maybe I should've stabbed the beating thing meself?" Jack looked at her now with a questioning look. Damn it, she thought he's on to my plan. She decided to approach him in another way.

"Jack, you're absolutely right, I should have never questioned your judgement. After all, you did save my husband's life." She gave him a slight pout, trying to hide the fact that she had never called Will her husband since they professed their vows to each other. Jack gave her a questioning look. "Fine." He swiftly pulled out his compass and threw it to Elizabeth, she almost dropping it.

She unlocked the case and stared at the read arrow. The last time she had seen the arrow was also the time she tried to find Will, but it didn't work, always pointing to Jack instead. Surely it would work this time. She thought. She looked down, and then looked up. Confused, she moved beside Jack and shook the compass waiting for the arrow to point somewhere else. It jerked to her right and so did her head. Her view was interrupted by a deep-in-thought Jack Sparrow, slowly turning the wheel of the ship as he gazed into the setting sun.

"Bugger" she mumbled. She had to resort to her last hope of saving Will.

Jack stared from the corner of his eye at the compass. He grinned as he saw where it was pointing to. Elizabeth looked up and Jack quickly changed his facial expression. Catching his sudden movement, Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

She shoved the compass back into Jack's chest. He limply took the compass and put it away, almost as if he knew what she was going to do.

"Well, what our heading love?" Jack asked. "You very well know where it pointed to, don't bother to lie," Elizabeth snapped. Jack smiled. Elizabeth quickly walked away from the helm, bumping into Mr. Gibbs. "Miss, I was just searchin' for ya, wonderin' if you would like to 'elp me with some duties around the ship." Gibbs sensed that Elizabeth was tense. "I would love to; surely there is more to being a pirate than yelling orders to the crew." Gibbs smiled; he knew she was talking about Jack. He quickly led her to some loosely fitted ropes that needed tightening. He quickly showed her simple yet strong knots, and began to work. Elizabeth carefully surveyed him before starting her self.

After a few minutes of getting used to it, Elizabeth slowly grew bored. She leisurely surveyed the deck and noticed that most of the crew had gone down to eat some dinner, or, whatever wasn't rotted with mould. It was quickly getting dark, yet Jack still stood motionless at the helm, only moving his arms to steer the ship. His eyes were still fixed somewhere on the flowing sea. After taking a good long look at the captain, she started to realize why he was such a charmer to women. First of all, he has dashing good looks, even with all the layers of dirt on his tanned skin. His eyes were a deep chestnut brown, just like the kind that you could stare into for eternity. His shirt was slightly hugging his muscular frame, just etching out his toned arms and torso. Elizabeth subconsciously bit her lip and her eyes grew wider. Her eyes traveled further down to just below his thin waistline when she quickly moved her head back and took a deep breath, her eyes looking up at the moon and following its soft rays beating down on the ocean and on Jack's worn out hat and the edge of his nose. She had never seen anything more beautiful, as if his face was carved by angels.

Gibbs suddenly noticed that Elizabeth stopped working and looked to where she was staring. He slowly smiled, I knew she would eventually fall fer him. He thought.

"Miss, well it seems that we are all done here, you're free to go." Elizabeth came out of her deep thoughts and smiled kindly at the old man. "Thank you." She quickly disappeared into Jack's cabin.

Jack watched Elizabeth walking into his quarters from the corner of his eye, only slightly turning his head to get a better view of her grace. He knew she was watching him the whole time. Jack quickly called Cotton to the helm and joined Elizabeth in his cabin.

Will looked and the choppy green sea and sighed quietly. He reflected on how much his life had changed ever since Captain Sparrow sailed into his life. Because of his doing, he was now forever held to a job he disliked immensely, and also separated him from his Love, Elizabeth for 10 years. I have to give him some credit he thought he did save my life over the choice of becoming the Immortal Captain Jack Sparrow. Will smiled and turned around to his see his father coming towards him. There's another event that I need to thank Jack for, saving my father's life. Will had started to talk to his father, discussing any normal captain would to his crew. But suddenly, Will stopped abruptly, looking down o the floor of the deck and clenching the scarred place on his chest where his heart had once dwelled. "What's wrong," Bootstrap asked with worry. Will looked up and assured him that nothing was wrong. But yet again, he was lying to himself, something was definitely wrong.

As if someone had just cocked a gun and placed it near his head.