A/N: Thank you for reviewing! It really means a lot that you do, more than you know. Each and every one means a lot. So I'm sorry if this was a bit delayed but because I'm going to high school next year(I'm 13), the teachers gave us tons of homework—especially this week. Thanks for patience! On with the story……….

Meanwhile, Will Turner had a but of a situation in his hands, as his father lost enough of his memory to even recognize his own son—with whom he shared an uncanny resemblance. Bootstrap Bill lashed out on his son, nearly killing him many times. Noble man that he was, Will refused to strike at his father.

"I'm your son," Will repeated, looking straight in Bootstrap's eyes. "Will Turner."

"You are no son of mine! I have no son," he angrily replied. In a fit of rage, Bootstrap raised his sword, about to strike at his helpless son. Miraculously, Will managed to avoid the blow.

"Yes you do," he pressed. "You left me when I was a child, me and mother, to fend for myself. But I won't abandon you." The way you abandoned me.

"No!" Bootstrap screamed. He pushed his son and pinned him against the rail as he readied his sword for the kill. But Will somehow turned the tables and held his sword near his father's throat, panting, his eyes meeting his regretfully.

"I won't kill you, you're my father," he repeated with quiet intensity. Lowering his weapon, he added, "I will keep my promise to you." Then he left.

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His beloved, on the other hand, was cautiously going about the ship, searching for him desperately. She could not find him, or Jack, or anyone else she knew. Will was probably back in The Black Pearl as he had promised and worrying over her, right? From where she stood, Elizabeth could see nothing but mist and the faint figures of Davy Jones' monsters.

"What are you doing here?" a voice behind her called out.

It was that voice again, the one that called her from the confusion and brought her back. The one that had soothed her upon the death of her father. Her heart seemed to jump for joy and her chest filled with warmth amidst the freezing rain. Turning around, she literally threw her arms around his neck, grinning like mad. Will was safe and alive; nothing else mattered now.

"Thank God you're alive, Will!" she cried happily.

But strangely, his eyes stayed cold and his arms simply hung limp on his sides, his sword on his right. He glanced around to check if they were safe, or because he couldn't meet her eyes. And although her hold on him was tight, there was like a space between them. "What are you doing here?" he repeated, a bit angrily. "It's too dangerous out here for you—"

She stiffened and pushed him away, looking up at his eyes. What had happened to him? "I came to find you and see how you were. Will--" She gave him a look that could've broken his heart "—what's gotten into you?"

Will ignored that bit and continued out his lashing. Still angry he was at her foolishness to the risk and danger of coming here. Sometimes, he just wished Elizabeth wasn't as stubborn and independent as she was. His eyes dug out the truth from hers and he shook his head at her. "You did not trust me."

I know this is pretty short but I wanted it to end like this, sorta. So please tell me what you think about this chapter or the whole story. I think it was okay, but that's just my opinion. It's really yours that matters. I have finals coming up so I'll update as soon as I can, promise.