APOLOGIES:

I take back that statement. The word that I was looking for is Eloquent. So Aloquont, or what ever it was Eloquent. Eloquent able to articulate greatly, slightly poetic in word choice and choose the right words for right situation. E.g. WMR is not Eloquent. Right. Sorry for that misunderstanding. I still hold though that I should re-read before I post so I apologize for that! And by the by, this is just a crappy filler chapter, just to get from one thing to the next if you know what I mean! So be warned! But I tried to make it exciting I swear!

DISCLAIMER: I wish dearly that I could own these characters, …in particular Jack Sparrow, pity that he is only a character, but I don't. And I' don't own Johnny Depp either, as much as that is a crime against nature…ehem did I say that outloud! Any way, a little freaky mouse and his owners, own these characters, though he doesn't deserve to, and as such, I am just left to my never dying, unconditional love of POTC and Jack Sparrow, sorry Captain Jack Sparrow, and my strange obsession! Right. On with the story

Chapter 7: Things go terribly wrong

"Will" she breathed "what have you done?" Looking at him horrified, she knew the answer before he had to say anything.

"I've saved our lives" he mumbled.

Elizabeth felt sick. She was filling with a hatred for this man sitting at her bed. He wasn't the man she had fallen in love with. Where was Jack. She needed to get to Jack. Make sure that he was ok and stop him before he enters into what ever trap Will had set for him

"By selling an innocent mans life?" she asked disgusted. She had to act. And soon.

Will snorted and looked at her. Anger in his eyes. "Jack Sparrow is hardly innocent."

"Captain. That's Captain Jack Sparrow" she said as she swung her legs out of the blankets and out of the bed. She found that she was relatively naked. Cursing softly under her breath she looked around for her clothes. Not finding them, or the remains of them, she decided that she'd just steal some of Jacks.

He'd forgive her later when he took them off her.

She got out of bed and was surprised that Will didn't try and stop her.

"He's a pirate" Will said.

"He's a good man" she replied as she stuffed herself into one of Jacks spare shirts, she was surprised that she actual found any. "And he doesn't deserve to die."

"He's done a lifetime of bad deeds"

"To whom? To society? It's society which judges a man, and it's judged him wrongly" she said as she found her boots at the foot of the bed. The leather was still wet but it would have to do. She was wasting valuable time.

"We have to conform to society, we have to find our place in the new world. There is no place for Jack."

Elizabeth couldn't believe that Will was saying this. Since when did he care about societies norms? He was sounding like Commadore Beckett. Pouring some water out of her boots she shoved them on and then looked over to Will momentarily.

"I don't know you anymore" she whispered. Just as she was about to get up to go, Will lunged towards the door.

"I can't let you give your life for this man"

"You don't have a choice" She went and stood directly in front of him and stared at him in the eyes. "Will, let me pass."

"No"

"You'll have an innocent's man's blood on your hands. You'll be responsible for his murder. Can you live with that" she was trying to stare him down but it wasn't working.

Though he seemed to pause momentarily at what she had said and that gave Elizabeth the opportunity that she needed. Gathering what strength she had she shoved passed him and flew with all speed out the cabin and onto the deck. Behind her she could hear Will call out to her.

Thinking quickly she went over to Mr. Gibbs who was sitting on the stairs drinking, as per usual.

"Have you seen Jack?" She said hurriedly, looking over her back to see if Will was following her.

"He wen over to tha ship tha came an rescued us." He frowned slightly "a while ago"

Elizabeth didn't stop to thank him, she was in too much of a hurry for conversation. Looking around desperately she found the boarding plank and ran over it without a second thought.

Jumping onto the deck she looked around quickly. There wasn't a soul on board, though she only took a moment to register this.

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Jack followed the man hesitantly into the Captains room. He didn't know why he was un-trusting of this man, but he put it down to his senses being disturbed by lizzie. The man opened the door with a grin and let Jack in. Jack paused in front of the man and looked around leaning back slightly inspecting him closely.

"The Captan is in there, Cap'an" he said.

Jack gazed at him intently and then swanked passed him in his usually cocky manner, holding his head high, eyes blazing. In side it was dark, but candles lit the walls. At first he couldn't see the man in the chair but he looked around instead. Pretty fancy in his eyes, a little over done.

"I presume it is Jack Sparrow" a voice came from behind a large chair almost right in front of him. Jack jumped slightly at the voice.

"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow" he said, with a slight hint of annoyance.

"Ahh. Of course. My apologies. Captain." He paused. Jack peered through the darkness towards the man. He saw that there was a malicious smile on his face, and he felt just a little scared. "Jack Sparrow" he finished.

Jack could of sworn he heard a laugh. He glanced around judging exactly how safe this situation was. In his infinite wisdom he decided that he probably shouldn't be here

"Well. I came to make me thanks. So I thank ye for saving my ship. It's the dearest thing in the world to me, what do I be owing you?" he said as he started to search the cabin. He looked back at the man and was disturbed to find that he was still smiling. The expression on his face hadn't changed. Jack decided that it would be in his best interest to be leaving.

"The dearest thing to you?" the man said quietly questioning. There was a smug doubt, like he knew that was a lie and that he knew the truth.

"Aye. Nothin dearer" Jack turned on his heel and paced back to him so he could look at the man.

"I doubt that Jack." The man said quietly again. His eyes had a glint to it that jack didn't like.

"Well what do I owe ye anyway? Quickly, cos I should be on me way. They'd be worried about me otherwise" Jack smiled.

The man said nothing and just looked at him. Finally he sighed and swung the chair around so he could get up. Jack eyed him suspiciously as he approached him.

"You'd be happy in the knowledge than that Elizabeth Swann and William Turner are now free from their…obligation" he said, the corner of his mouth twitching up into another cruel smile.

Jack frowned. That didn't make sense.

"that is good news. But of what concern is that to me?" he asked slowly.

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"JACK!" she screamed out desperately, she couldn't see him, but she could hear Will coming after her. She couldn't allow him to take her, not without Jack.

Where was he?

She searched around desperately and was almost going to scream again when she saw that there was a faint light coming from what she guessed was the Captains cabin.

Deciding that decorum was the best option here, and stealth. Elizabeth quietly and lightly snuck up to the door.

Kneeling down onto the deck she crept closer to the key hole and peered through. She could hear Jacks voice but couldn't discern what he was saying. Elizabeth strained with effort, trying to hear what was being said. She couldn't see much through the key hole, it was too small, but she could see Jack, swaying slightly. There was man standing in front of him, but jack was obstructing the view. She strained further. Catching faint phrases from the conversation.

"free from their…obligation" Elizabeth's gut sank again.

Oh no.

Wills deceit had been uncovered. Jack would think she was a part of it too. She felt a desperate need to set the situation right but she controlled herself and didn't say anything.

The man moved into view and Elizabeth gasped, and covered her mouth quickly. Luckily they didn't see to notice or hear. The man who was talking to Jack was none other than the new commodore Beckett.

Realization came to her again. She knew that Will had betrayed Jack. But now she knew who to.

And why it was all the worse.

Beckett will kill Jack, without even waiting to take him back to be hung. All he wanted was Jacks compass, and the easiest and quickest way to get that was to kill him here and take it without a struggle.

Elizabeth's heart sank again. She had to do something.

Just as she was about to charge through the doors and bravely save Jack an arm snuck around her neck and pulled her back. She let out a scream un-wittingly and began to struggle with her attacker. Squirming and punching his arms she struggled to get a hold so she could push herself up onto her feet and do some more damage. But her assailant was dragging her back away from the door.

Noo! Not without Jack.

"JACK!" she screamed out again, but more for his help then to find him. She screamed again just for good measure and kept attacking her attacker as much as she could.

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Jack swung around when he heard a woman scream. There was only one woman on these ships.

It was Elizabeth.

Forgetting the un-introduced man in front of him he marched towards the door. Forgetting his intentions to forget her and let her get on with her life. To be rid of these complexing and annoying feelings. His heart filled with worry yet again, and in his eyes you could see the concern.

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Elizabeth was just about to scream again for help from Jack, from the crew, for any law or not so inclined man to come and help her, but the attacker had covered her mouth. In this moment of brief silence, when she just happened not be struggling She heard a noise that she didn't want to.

It echoed through out the world.

Just as the echoed died, so did something in Elizabeth.

It was a single shot. And a slight dull thump.

And it came from the captains cabin.

Elizabeth screamed out in a gut wrenching wail with the agony of a broken heart. She stopped fighting and leant against her attacker and sobbed violently. All strength leached out of her and she cared not, the tears flowed unchecked and un noticed down her cheek.

The man she loved had died.

Been shot for a mere possession.

And the one she was promised to did it.

Still screaming out she wanted to die, the pain she felt was un-equalled to any other, un-describable. The attacker let her go and Elizabeth slumped to the floor and curled around herself and passed out.

To Be continued: