"You never wrote back." He whispered in between their third kiss. Isabella moved her face away in order to look at him in the eyes. As she stopped to gather words, she couldn't. The hopefulness and hurt in those eyes of his distracted her and words were too much to ask at the moment. All she could think of was to place another delicate kiss upon him and love away his fears.

"Why didn't you?" he insisted making it known that he wanted a clear answer.

She sighed and said, "Because I wasn't sure that you still loved me. I thought that maybe you were trying to tell me something by not sending anything. I'm sorry I doubted you, Will."

"Was there some one else?" He asked quickly. Isabella hesitated with her answer again. But this one came easier.

"Never." With a hint of happiness she concluded. Will smiled feeling fulfilled and kissed her.

They indulged in each other's presence occasionally glancing at the other's face to ensure that it was really them. Both had forgotten that they were still in a foreign home in which they were guests, and in Will's case, an uninvited guest. Anybody could enter the room at anytime, but all that mattered right now was the opposite person and how they felt.

"My father wants me to marry some one." Isabella admitted not wanting to break her newfound trust with Will.

"What?" He sat down on the bed feeling as if some one had plunged a dagger through his ribs. "What do you mean? Well, are you?" He prayed that she had denied the offer.

"His name is Fernando and I don't want to." Isabella now sat next to him comfortably placing her hand over his.

"But are you?" Her affection did not assuage his anger whatsoever but only made his tone grow louder.

She sighed. "My father said-"

"Forget about what you're father said." Will stormed and was now pacing the room nervously. Isabella watched him uneasily. "Your father said that what was best for you was to go to Spain. Going to Spain almost made me lose you forever! Your father said that I was a begger that wanted you for your money. And I would never love you for your money. Your father, Isabella, is never right." He finally came to halt. As he did, the door creaked open to reveal a tall, redundant elderly man with a reciting hairline. It was Victor Amaro, Isabella's father that stood before them with his arrogant body language and smug smirk.

"Is that so?" He said.

"Father," Isabella said and she was now at her feet ready to welcome him. She hoped that he didn't recognize Will but their acquaintance was too memorable.

Will looked at him straight in the eyes, not losing contact. He tried intimidation but Victor was not to be fooled with. "Will Turner…" He began to circle the boy. "I thought I got rid of you years ago. I am surprised you kept writing for so long." He gave a chuckle and Will gritted his teeth. "One would've thought you'd move on, but no, you continue to be a hassle and as troublesome as before."

"He did write me." Isabella said, now stepping in between the two causing the tension to break. "I waited every day for those letters. You told me they never came. You said you had sent people to search for them." She shook her head softly and Will was tempted to comfort her, but he couldn't risk being susceptible in front of Victor. "How could you?" Her voice was now a faint whisper.

"I was protecting you."

"From what? The man that loved me?" She said loudly.

"Isabella, the man that loved you, found someone else." Victor explained. Will's heart sank as he realized Isabella's father's strategy. He knew about Elizabeth and he would be one to tell Isabella. It would destroy her and destroy their relationship.

"You're lying." She said.

"I'm not. In fact, she is in this very building as we speak. Isabella, it hurts me to tell you this, it does." Will rolled his eyes as Victor continued to speak, "But the truth is little Will Turner fell for the Governor's daughter. What a coincidence that it is another wealthy gentleman's daughter that he has claimed to fall for. Don't you see it, Isabella?"

"You sick man." Will insulted and the red coats stepped forward. Victor motioned them back.

"Insult me all you want, boy. But all I speak is truth." He said knowingly.

"Will?" Isabella looked at him longingly begging him to tell her father that he was wrong. That he had never betrayed her. It was quiet and she rephrased her question, "Will, is there some one else?"

"Is there, Will?" Victor restated and hatred boiled inside of Will. He never felt such anger towards another man. He was twisting the story to make it favorable. He avoided the answer but when he saw Victor getting ready to speak again he said it.

"Yes," he said. In an instant there was a hard slap across his face.

Isabella looked at him, not regretting her last action. "You used me, Will Turner. Everything you ever said to me was a lie." The tears were getting ready to stream down her cheeks. They glistened lightly and Will swallowed the lump in his throat.

"No it wasn't. I meant everything I ever said to you," he pleaded. Those eyes of his were shining again and stirring up emotions inside of her. She wanted to believe him, but there was no much evidence.

"Take him out." Victor said.

"NO! Isabella." He yelled after her. She hid her face from him, thinking that if she looked at it any longer she would give into his begging. "I'm telling you the truth. Believe me; all I ever did was love you!" Will said. That ended the conversation and his body was now out the door, dragged by a crowd of guards that he knew all too well.

Victor closed the door ready to bid farewells to his only daughter. "Well, I will see you for dinner, alright?" He waited for a response but knew that there wouldn't be one. After exhaling heavily, he turned the knob and left.

Isabella sobbed softly into the clean pillow. Her head sunk into it deeper as the tears streamed down her face. Her perception of herself had changed in only a few seconds. She had thought to be confident, assertive, and with all answers at hand. She had thought Will Turner to truly love her, and a part of her still did. But now she felt naïve, and weakly sensitive. Only something involving Will Turner ever made her feel so fragile and feeble. She hated the feeling of hurt because she had endured it so many times before. But Will was something that she always believed to have since she was eighteen years old; to have it snatched from underneath just simply hurts.

She wanted to believe him with all her heart, but her mind refused. She wanted Will by her side saying 'It'll all be ok' in that sweet tone of his that could make her fall asleep or remain as attentive as a college student. She kept crying.

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"Next time you are around Miss Isabella, I will break your neck, boy!" Said the muscular red coated man. It was the same one from five years ago that had pushed him away from the ship. He was a main obstruction of their love and a representative of her father's reign and power over them.

"Why can't you all understand that I have genuine love for her?" Will said almost too boisterously.

There was a distant, feminine sense in the air and Will stood astonished as he realized who was also in the room. "Oh, Will, no need to tell the guards that; they could care less." Said a woman from behind. She linked her arm with his and sent a dismissive smile towards the guards. Before the guard left, he sent a clever smirk in Will's direction. Will looked around uncomfortably.

"What are you doing here?" Elizabeth whispered in his ear, dragging him into the study. She closed the wooden doors behind her and moved closer to his uncertain figure.

"Nothing," Will said. "Visiting the woman I love." He added in a silent voice. He realized how ironic that sounded. Elizabeth thought he referred to her, but he knew he had Isabella in mind when saying that last sentence.

"You are so sweet!" She said and kissed his cheek roughly. It wasn't the same as Isabella's kiss and frankly he preferred Isabella's warm, cherry lips. It wasn't the same feeling; that simplicity and dose of love placed in every intricate, strategic kiss was missing.