True Love: Forever Reunited

Chapter 13: Desperation

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Morning dawned on the Caribbean Sea, as the clanging of the brig doors awoke William Turner second and third. Will instantly shielded Willy with his arm, sending Gillette a glare.

"Don't fret Turner," said the cold voice of Gillette. "It's just you we want; at least for now."

"I'm not leaving my son," said Will, his eyes narrowed in intense dislike.

"Oh, I think you will," said Gillette calmly, "Unless you want to put him in harm's way," he said, putting a hand on his pistol.

"No!" exclaimed Will, knowing he had to give in. "I'll go."

"I thought you might see reason," answered Gillette, grasping Will roughly by the collar of his coat.

"It will be all right Willy," said Will, grasping his son's hand tightly once more before Gillette dragged him out of the cell.

Willy nodded, looking scared, but clearly trying to put on a brave face. His small frame trembled slightly. "I love you Papa," he said.

"I love you too Willy," answered Will, sending his son a small smile as the door clanged shut, and Gillette locked it.

Will wanted so badly to say something to Gillette as they walked along the dimly lit passage way, but he refrained, if only for the fear that they would do something to Willy if he made a smart remark.

"Where are you taking me?" asked Will, trying his best to keep his tone polite and even.

"To Lord Clinton's quarters," said Gillette in a matter of fact tone. "We have a bit of a surprise waiting for you, you see."

Will's stomach churned; Jack had told him stories of what the Company did to people to get information out of them. Jack had ended up with his pirate brand at the hands of the EITC, after all.

"Your kind will soon be extinct," sneered Gillette, clearly trying to goad Will into saying something that would get him into more trouble. "Pirates are seeing their last days."

Will, however, said nothing, refusing to let Gillette's comments get to him. After a minute they reached Clinton's quarters, which looked even grander by daylight; the furniture was made of pure oak, and expensive items decorated the rather large room, complete with a china tea set in the middle of the room. Gillette shoved Will into a wooden backed chair and bound his hands tightly. Two guards stood watch outside the door. Clinton turned to face Will, his eyes still holding that maniacal glint.

"Good morning Mr. Turner," he said pleasantly, as though he had invited Will for tea. "We will be reaching Port Royal in just a few hours, but seeing as the information I need from you is quite important, I felt it proper to start questioning you now. Now, tell me how it is I may bind Calypso, and make this easy for yourself."

"No," said Will defiantly, his dark eyes sparkling with determination. "I refuse. Doing so will put my family and friends in danger and it will give you the opportunity to take the seas for yourself."

"Ah," said Clinton in a whisper, "I thought you might be difficult. Gillette, do hand me that goblet on my desk. Do you know what this contains, Turner?" he asked as Gillette handed him the silver goblet.

"No," said Will, holding his head high. He really had no curiosity to find out what was in the goblet.

"I thought not. Well let's just be surprised shall we?" said Clinton with a smirk, as he held the foul smelling liquid up to Will's lips. Will did not open his mouth. "Drink it," hissed Clinton, "Or I shall force your son to do so in your place."

At these words Will opened his mouth, allowing Clinton to force the liquid down his throat; he would gladly do this, as long as Willy was safe.

"There's a good pirate," said Clinton in a condescending tone, sitting the empty goblet back onto his desk, and exchanging a satisfied look with Gillette.

For a solid two minutes Will felt nothing, and his anxiety subsided. But suddenly a blazing pain erupted through his entire body, and he felt as though all of his old wounds were on fire. He held his mouth shut firmly, not wanting to give his captors the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. He could feel blood running down the old scars on his back, the ones that he had received at the hands of his father, all those years ago on the Dutchman.

"Care to tell us now, Captain Turner?" asked Clinton, his voice emotionless.

"Never!" said Will in as strong a voice as he could muster.

"Shame," said Clinton. "Gillette, kindly go and fetch young Master Turner, and let him see what is happening to his father; perhaps that will change Captain Turner's mind."

Gillette did as asked, and the idea of Willy seeing him like this only made him feel worse. The pain seemed to increase by the second, and after a little longer, Will fell out of his chair, a small groan of pain escaping his lips. But it seemed that physical pain was not the only thing that this poison caused; after another three minutes or so, images of Will's' worst memories floated to the surface of his mind; his mother's death, Elizabeth being kidnapped by the pirates, Barbossa's knife at his throat, Jack's almost hanging, the wedding day interruption, being whipped by his father, the Kraken, Elizabeth kissing Jack, leaving Elizabeth on the beach, to be separated from her for ten years.

The door opened and two pairs of footsteps could be heard, and Will caught a glimpse of Willy, who was being grasped on the shoulder by Gillette.

"Papa?" said Willy, in a faint voice, his eyes wide.

"Willy…." trailed off Will, as the worst memory of his life swept though his mind; the image of himself being stabbed by Davy Jones, Elizabeth's desperate screams, and Jack's look of utter shock. He could almost feel that pain, could almost feel Jack's hand helping his to stab the heart, he could hear the chants of the crewmembers, his own heart being cut out. At seeing these images in his mind's eye, the cry of pain that he tried so very hard to hold back left him. He clamped his mouth shut once again, not wanting another one to escape, not wanting his son to see him like this.

"Let him go!!" cried out Willy. "Stop doing this, please!!!"

Will could just make Willy's figure out through the haze of pain, and held on, hating that his son had to see him like this. His hatred for Clinton increased; what kind of man was he, to make a son watch his father being tortured this way?

"Tell us now, Turner, and we can make the pain stop," pressured Clinton.

Will shook his head, unable to speak. He wanted the pain to stop so badly, that Clinton's words seemed almost inviting, but he wouldn't tell them, he couldn't; he pictured Calypso's fury in his mind, and saw her taking Elizabeth and Willy away from him. He could see pirates everywhere being killed by the Company. "I won't," he muttered, the pain coursing through him, tears stinging his eyes, despite his attempts to stop them. "I'll never tell you!"

"Come now, Turner!!!!" bellowed Clinton, obviously losing his patience. "Tell us!"

"Don't tell them Papa!!" called out Willy, his voice filled with tears. "Just hold on. It doesn't matter what they do to me, just don't tell them!"

His son's voice was like an angel in the darkness to Will, and he held on for the next few minutes until the pain subsided, leaving him feeling so sore that he wasn't entirely sure he could move. His breathing was ragged, but he still shot Clinton and Gillette a scathing look.

"Let go of my son," he said to Gillette, his voice barely discernable, but holding a deadly tone.

Gillette, who seemed slightly frightened by Will's tone of voice, did so, and Willy ran over to Will, kneeling down next to him. His small hand rested on his father's shoulder, and Will could feel his son's tears dripping onto his face.

"Papa?" he questioned. "Are you all right?"

"I will be Willy," croaked Will, doing his best to sit up, still feeling the immense pain left over from whatever poison that Clinton had forced down his throat. He looked up at Clinton and Gillette, his expression furious.

Clinton returned his captive's blazing stare, obviously maddened by the fact that Will had not given into the pain, and given up the wanted information. "Very well, then Turner, I will merely have to resort to some other means of getting the information out of you. It seems that this poison was not enough to convince you. Gillette," he said, snapping his fingers at the Admiral, who was still looking a bit shocked at what was going on, as though he had not agreed to quite so much cruelty, even at the expense of his enemy. "Take these two back to the brig, and be sure to put them in separate cells this time, until we reach to Port Royal."

Gillette silently did as asked, and despite his clearly faltering strength, Will picked up his son in his violently shaking arms and carried him back down to the brig, accompanied by a firmly silent Gillette. But when they reached the murky brig, and Gillette attempted to put father and son in separate cells, Will turned abruptly.

"You will put us in the same cell," he said in a tone that left no room to argue. Will Turner might have been unarmed, but Gillette still looked terrified at the thought of separating the father from the son; he had seen Will Turner in battle and knew he was not one to be trifled with.

Gillette did as asked and locked the pair in the brig, not saying a word. Will, was glad, at least, that intimidating Gillette had at least allowed him to be in the same cell with his son. He gently put Willy down, and with that, his strength gave out, and he slid down onto the floor, leaning against the wall, and feeling the blood seeping from his newly opened wounds. He hadn't felt pain like this in quite some time, and it was all he could do to stand it; it was as though someone had run him over with a carriage several times. He felt Willy sidle up next to him, and he put a trembling arm around his son, wanting so badly to reassure him that everything would be all right. He had to think of a way out, but, he realized, there would be no escaping until they got to Port Royal. But he'd be damned if he let Clinton do something like that to him again, and force Willy to watch.

"We'll get out of here Papa," said Willy in an encouraging voice. "You'll think of a way to get out, and them Mama and Uncle Jack and everyone will come for us."

"You are right Willy," agreed Will with a pained smile. "We will get out of here. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

"Just don't let them do that to you again Papa," said Willy, tears forming in his eyes again. "You were so brave, but I don't want to see them make you hurt so badly again."

These words brought tears to Will's eyes, but he wiped them roughly away, not wanting his son to see him cry. "I shall do my best Willy," he said soothingly, pulling his boy closer. "I promise."

With that, father and son closed their eyes, exhaustion sending them both into a fitful sleep.

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Just a little over half an hour after Elizabeth had realized that her husband and son had gone missing, everyone had been gathered together, and a letter had been sent to the group in Tortuga, informing them of the news, and alerting them to be on a higher guard. She paced restlessly at the front of the room, wanting to leave now, despite the fact that she knew a plan had to be formed before they could possibly take any action.

"How could this have happened?" prompted Andrew, his face drawn and worried. "How could they have found the way to Shipwreck Cove?"

"They must have infiltrated one of our ships," said Elizabeth. "That's the only way it could be possible. Then the spy must have left and told the Company the bearings to get here. The spy had to have been an agent of the Company gone under cover, so we never would have noticed."

"But how are we even going to manage to get into Port Royal without being arrested instantly?" questioned Amelia, who was holding Charles and Amelia closely to her; both were very distraught about their new best friend and their godfather's kidnapping.

"It will have to be done at night," said Jack, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And only a small group of us should go ashore; it has to be sneaky."

"It will require careful planning," said Norrington, "We can't go bursting in there without thinking, after all."

These words only proved to make Elizabeth irritated; the rational side of her knew that they needed to have a plan, but the mother and wife in her wanted to just go, now, and rescue those two people that were her entire life.

"We can plan on our way to Port Royal!!!" she exclaimed, tears springing to her eyes, despite her attempts to stop them. "According to this letter, the longer we wait, the more danger my husband and son will be in!!!"

"Elizabeth…" started Norrington, but he was cut off.

"But nothing," she said, trying to remain calm. "We must go; I will not put my family's life in danger!"

It was quiet in the room for a few moments, until Gibbs spoke up. "Perhaps Miss Elizabeth is right; it is at least a two day journey to Port Royal from here, and we can plan on the ship; Will and Willy's lives are at stake."

"Aye!!" exclaimed Captain Teague in agreement. "I agree!"

"Which ship should we take then?" asked Jack, looking more worried than most had ever seen him. "Should we take the Pearl and the Empress, or just one?"

"Both," said Elizabeth firmly. "The Brethren cannot return to Shipwreck Cove if the Company knows where it is located. It may be a fortress, but if we escape from Port Royal, they will only follow us here and ambush us; we shall have to decide our next course of action after we rescue Will and Willy."

It was finally decided that the Pearl and Barbossa's ship called the Sea Nymph, would accompany the Empress to Port Royal, while Mistress Ching would join the other Pirate Lords in Tortuga; the goal was still to keep all the Lords from being in one place all at once for too long, in case the Company happened upon them. The fierce Chinese pirate would tell the other Lords to lay low until they heard from Elizabeth, Jack, and Barbossa. After a half hour or so of packing and preparation the three ships set off, and Elizabeth shouted orders, horrible fear coursing through her veins; it wasn't fighting the Company she feared, she had been there and done that, it was what they would do to Will and Willy. She knew Will was, of course, more that able to defend himself. He was after all, a master swordsman, but they would have taken away his weapon, obviously, and they had Willy as leverage, and she knew her husband would do anything to keep their son safe.

She was thankful that she had all of her dear friends around her, however, or she probably would have gone insane. By the time they set sail, the sun was high in the sky, and she could feel the sun beating down upon her tanned skin. She could see the Pearl directly ahead of her, and the Sea Nymph just behind. Once she saw that they were safely at sea, she gave up the wheel to Groves, and turned to the rail, allowing the sea breeze to whip through the hair beneath her worn tri corn hat. Tears leaked from her eyes; she felt as though her entire world had fallen down around her. After a few minutes she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder; it was Amelia.

"It'll be all right Lizzie," she said consolingly, "I promise. You would know if the worse had happened; you would have felt it."

"I know," conceded Elizabeth, with a watery smile to her friend. "But just because the worse hasn't happened, it doesn't mean that Will and Willy haven't been put through hell." She wiped the tears away, willing herself not to cry.

Amelia was quiet for a moment, as though careful of what to say next. "It is all right to cry, you know. You're strong Elizabeth, one of the strongest people I know, but you have every right to cry about this."

Elizabeth nodded. "Thank you, Amelia. You being here means so much to me. Just promise me that you'll be careful; I can't stand the though of anything happening to anyone else. We must find a way to defeat this Clinton scoundrel. I will not allow him to tear my life, or anyone else's, apart."

"That's the spirit," said Amelia, embracing her friend. "That's the spirit."

The two friends stood there for a good while after that, just glad to be in each other's company, and Elizabeth gazed out into the beautiful Caribbean water, her mind consumed with thoughts of her beloved Will, and her precious Willy. She have become the Pirate King, and Captain of the Empress, but at the center of it all, she just wanted to be with her family. Her heart and soul were on fire, and determined to get the best of Lord Clinton.

A/N: Sorry for the wait!! I was distracted by HP, and have a few one shots in mind for it, and then I had awful writer's block, but it's gone now. This chapter is not my greatest, but I have an awesome layout for the next chapter in my mind!!! I hope you like this, and never fear, all will be well….eventually! Thanks for all the reviews!!!! WE forever!!! And to all those who read HP… wasn't it simply amazing? I read it in less than a day!!!