Reasons Beyond Explanation

Author- KRiSTiNE-ANNE-

Chapter- 5- Devils.

Pairings- Not decided

Disclaimer- I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, because if I did I wouldn't be writing my terrible stories here. I would be rich, in lavish clothing, and well, maids everywhere, with a hot tub in my closet, and… Uhm, I would know my two favorite Actors Kiera Knightley and Orlando Bloom! Oi vay that would be amazing. Enough day dreaming for me, tah tah.

WARNING-

Set after Dead Mans Chest, Contains spoilers, if this were a film, would be rated PG-13 for Adult Content, Gore, and Angst.

Summary-

"The world has been unkind to you," Her voice carving through his ears, "Those before you were mere warnings of what to come." She smiled, lifting her majestic hand, the rings on her fingers stood out.

Diamonds on one, and an alien crystal sat upon the second. He gazed upon her blackened body; there in the midst of her clothing was a locket, similar to one he'd seen before. Though there were many question he wished to be answered he asked thou none.

He stood up and pushed his chair from him, "Your Journey has just begun young William." She coaxed her hands onto his coarse facade, caressing his cheek.

"This be one of many." Her hands descending down to his opened shirt, "thou love be what you once sought. Hate is what you now seek."

For days, weeks on end I would watch her from a distance, highly doubting she noticed. Though I did, my eyes taking in the sight of her painfully, she would laugh along with Gibbs and Marty, and my eyes would dance with pleasure. Her laugh was more or less the laugh of an angel, an angel I had lost foolishly. Fool, yes I had been such a fool. I had been so very stupid. I don't understand how I hated her so, ah, I had it mistaken the reason I hated her. It was a mistake, however, I knew the trust she and I shared was hard to regain, so much of the power I had to give her up so killing me. Couldn't she see it, I didn't want this to always be a friendship, I don't like this friendship. I had destroyed what we had on my own though, I am to blame, hell; I must stop looking to blame others.

I'll close your eyes,
its your turn,
trying to realize,
I'll just watch you burn.

"Turner," Barbossa growled, "up h're," he nodded his head to where he stood at the wheel.

Will walked up, "Aye, Captain?" Will said almost sardonically.

Barbossa gave him a quick glare, "I'm goin' ta teach ye's ta steer th' ship, savvy?"

Will's eyes widened, "me?" he asked. Barbossa nodded slowly, "I thought, only the crew could steer."

"Welcome aboar', Mist'r Turner." Barbossa said with a wry smile.

Will, in return, flashed him a rare smile. "Here," Barbossa said placing his hand firmly on the wheel. "Hold 'er strong, Turner" Will held on to the wheel, Barbossa stepped back slowly and cautiously. "Ye'v got it son," He laughed sarcastically. "Now r'member, the minute ye let 'er go, she'll run. So 'old yer grip on 'er don't let 'er go, Turner."

Will held onto the wheel firmly, and with pride as he let the ship takes its on course, yet he guided her through the open sea. He noticed the crew working below him, swabbing the deck, tightening ropes, and for Elizabeth, she was now sewing the mast together.

"Looks like she doesn't like that job, eh?" Gibbs asked suddenly, cause Will to let go of the wheel. She jerked to the right, and quickly he pulled her to the left, back on course. His movement showed little stumbles from the crew below him.

"Aye," Will replied distantly.

"I've noticed you still love her so much." Cautiously tried, "Why are ye letting her slip from yer grasp?"

"Because, when you love someone, you have to give them space." Will replied with morose evident in his voice.

This passion is eating me up
I watch my hands
slide up your neck
And I'll kiss your lips
ever so softly
Pin your hands back
And whisper sweet nothings
as I lift the gun to your head
hear your silent pleading
you cant scream out now

It's your turn.
I'll just watch you burn

Gibbs took note of the way his eyes showed his suppressing desire. "You love her," He said simply. Will rolled his eyes, as if he hadn't noticed. "Go to her, tonight."

Will sighed, "There are things a man can do, and things a man can't do. And my friend, I am a man that can not invade her space."

"Why are you destroying options before they're even tried, Will?" Gibbs asked slowly.

"Because said options are useless," Will replied staring blankly to the skies.

Gibbs sighed, and turned to walk away, "Hopeless, kid." He muttered under his breath. Will found himself too concerned with steering the ship to be bothered by it, but one thought continued to plague his mind, "The minute you let her go, she'll run, hold you grip on her, don't let her go."

"CAPTAIN!" Screamed the man in the crows nest, whom Will quickly identified as Ragetti. "CAPTAIN! FOG AND A WATERFALL AHEAD! DEAD AHEAD STOP THE SHIP!" The man screamed, continuously each time with more fear.

Barbossa came out on deck swearing, "Weigh Anchor! Turner, starboard now!"

Will turned the wheel sharply yet firmly to the Starboard as the rest of the crew struggled to weigh anchor quickly. Soon the ship came to an abrupt stop, "Turner, down h're" Barbossa commanded as all the crew slowly gather.

"Gents," He started and Elizabeth eyed him, he ignored her, "looks like wev' foun' us worl's end." Barbossa smiled as the crew whispered amongst themselves. "I'll be needen' some of the braves' and mos' valian' men, ta come alon' wit' me and Turner," He pulled Will from the crowd. "Into the depths of 'ell and fetch us Jack Sparrow! Who say aye?"

Nearly 10, 15 men replied to Barbossa's speech with murmured 'aye's' Will and Barbossa stood at the front of the group. "Now, gents, tha' ther' mist," he pointed out to the area with low lying clouds, "Can 'old eve'y little mis fortune' you've fac'd all yer worthl'ss lives. Get the boats ready men, we're going after Sparrow."

Will and the rest of the men that were to embark on the 'mission' of retrieving Captain Jack Sparrow gathered around the boats, "Will!" Elizabeth hissed.

"What, Elizabeth?" Will asked as he tried to get to the boats.

"Will you can't do this, are you insane, Will what if you succumb to the misfortunes that you'll fear again?" Elizabeth asked her eyes full of worry.

Will shook his head and smiled, "Elizabeth, I can take care of myself. You've nothing to worry about; we'll all come back, with Jack. This is what you wanted wasn't it, to save Jack?"

"Well yes," Elizabeth sighed. "But I honestly hadn't thought you'd go with the men to rescue him!" She grabbed his arm, "Please Will."

"Elizabeth I'm sorry," He said quickly before brushing off her grasp and walking to the rest of the men. Leaving Elizabeth staring behind with fear flickering across her chocolate brown eyes.

"This isn't goin' ta be as easy as pillagin' a simple village, I'll tell ye that." Barbossa sneered from the first boat, which contained William Turner, Himself, and two other men, both strong fighters. In all there were four boats, including the one with Barbossa, one of the boats had 3 men only. The other three had four.

Will watched carefully as the two men rowed at a quick pace. "We have to be out of here in less the three hours before you men are all consumed in your own madness." Will yelled what Barbossa had told him while preparing the boats.

Will looked down at the dark, almost black water and the low lying mist that covered it. Suddenly he remembered his mothers light eyes, coated in pain, his fathers face before he left the flying Dutchmen, coated in the same pain, but added to them anger, and regret.

"Don't look into the water boy," Barbossa whispered.

"Why?" Will asked childishly.

"The water 'ere isn't wot' yer used ta seein', savvy?"

Will cringed, he hated it when that man used savvy. "I don't understand what you mean, Barbossa."

"Wot I mean, Turner. Is tha' this wat'r is misery for ev'ry man that stares into it. The pain ye woul' endure, Mister Turner, woul' be too much even fer the devil ta take, savvy?" Barbossa heavily reminded himself, and the others.

Will nodded, "So this water has demons in it?"

"Demons?" Barbossa repeated, "Devils."

Will nodded and looked up, "Where are we to find Jack?"

"We're ta make a deal with tha devil, ta get Jack back." Barbossa snarled. "A sacrifice tha' the devil be wantin' as well."

Will looked at Barbossa and studied his expression. He was serious, "A sacrifice…?"

"Aye, sacrifice." Barbossa's rum stained breath repeated.

"What kind of sacrifice?" Will asked skeptically.

"Blood, another man, who knows wot 'e wants, wot'ever 'e wants, the devil gets." Barbossa replied coldly.

"And if he wants another man?" Will asked.

"We 'and 'im over." Barbossa answered.

"And if he wants another mans blood?" Will asked, as an idea came to his head.

"We 'and it over." Barbossa repeated.

"And if he wants you?" Will asked.

"I'll go to 'im," Barbossa responded heavily. "Wot'ever the devil wan's 'e gets."

Will nodded. "Aye."

This place was terribly cold, yet at the same time, terribly hot. Will wiped sweat from his forehead, "Barbossa, they can't stand this much longer, how long have we been here?"

"An hour at most."

"Honestly?"

"Aye,"

Will looked at the remaining men, one boat was gone, the men had succumb to the devil's trick. Will laughed coldly, "Looks like we wont make it out of this one."

"Don't destroy yer hope, Turner. We're almos' there." Barbossa looked straight ahead, "I can feel 'im, 'e's been waitin'."

Will looked beyond the mist, and there he saw a black island. Yes, an island with black sand. What were those? Crabs? Black, gray, red, all kinds of crabs? "Where the hell are we?" Will asked slowly.

"Purgatory." Barbossa replied.

"Purgatory?"

"Where we'll fin' Jack, it's 'is hell." Barbossa grinned sinisterly. "The Devil 'as waited long enough fer this."

A/N:

Yes they've found Jack.
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