Please excuse the armature writing; I know I'm not a pro. But I do hope that the characters and plot keep you interested. So now that the trouble has been set into motion in the story, even more problems form and… well, I guess ya just going to have to read…

Chapter Three: Trouble Arises

"Ahhhahahaha!" Beckett screeched, his eyes were as dark as an angry storm, his maniacal laugh sent chills down Elizabeth's spine. She was cowering in the corner of Beckett's office that was bathed in a red glow. His eyes widened and he pulled a shiny, large pistol from behind him. Elizabeth felt complete horror wash over her and she began to scream relentlessly. Beckett aimed the pistol into the shadows where Will appeared. Without a moment's hesitation Beckett put a silver bullet through Will, his agonizing scream lasted a fraction of a second. Elizabeth's terror grew as she watched Will's body collapse and fade away, disappearing completely.

"Please…" Elizabeth's voice was shrill and pitifully beseeching, she had absolute no confidence left.

"You know what you have to do." Beckett replied, his eyes shinning in raw evil and his smile chilling her to the bone. With a light clink of metal Beckett withdrew a sword and aimed it to his side. Elizabeth nearly had a heart attack as Jack appeared next to him, unarmed.

"Jack!" Every ounce of her energy was used to warn Jack, unfortunately it wasn't enough. Beckett plunged the gleaming blade into Jack's heart a sick smirk plastered on his face. Elizabeth's throat burned and ached as her screams increased. Jack gasped and stared pleadingly into Elizabeth's eyes, but something had her rooted in place. She tried as hard as she could to crawl over to the now writhing Jack, but to no avail. She was forced to sit and watch Beckett twist and re-plunge the sword into Jack's heart. With one last stab Jack's eyes fogged over and Elizabeth's stomach dropped, sickness clouded her mind. Jack's body slumped over and fell into the pool of his own crimson blood. She couldn't stand this anymore she had to get out. She couldn't bear to see Jack's lifeless body she had to run away. She just couldn't watch Jack die-

"Lizzie! Wake up!" Jack gripped Elizabeth's shoulders and shook, trying to wake her from her obvious nightmare. The whole crew had been awakened by her blood-curdling shrieks. Of course while everyone else were blindly pulling pants on and collecting their weapons from what they thought was a commandeering taking place, Jack had dashed as fast as his legs and panic could carry him to the Captain's quarters. There he found the most heart-wrenching scene he'd ever witnessed. Elizabeth tossing and turning in full agonizing terror, tears of pain and fright streaming continuously down her face. Her screams ricocheted around the whole ship; she was unaware of the noise she was making.

Jack had snapped out of his worried daze and began shaking Elizabeth vigorously awake, wanting nothing more than to destroy the evil that was causing her so much pain. Jack was frightened further when she refused to let go of the nightmare he began shouting in her ears, his heart aching from Elizabeth's extreme discomfort. Her screams died off as her eyes flew open and she woke, she jumped into a sitting position, nearly knocking Jack off the bed. Jack eyed her with intense concern and anxiety. Elizabeth returned his gaze, her eyes locked onto his as if she hadn't seen him for long time.

"Jack! I'm so glad you're okay!" She gasped, flinging herself into Jack's arms. Startled, Jack stiffened then quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Ye gave me quite a fright, luv. Ye okay?" Jack smoothed her hair, glancing down at her tear stained face. Elizabeth just trembled in Jack's arms, too shaken from her nightmare to answer. Jack gently wiped the remaining tears; thrilled that Elizabeth was allowing such close contact. As if reading his thoughts she pulled away reluctantly and memorized the pattern of the bedspread, refusing to look at Jack.

"Thank you for checking on me Jack." Only a small tremor shook her voice, but Jack noticed, his arms felt cold without her warm body and he ached to tug her back into his hug.

"Darlin'? Do ye want to tell me what had ye so scared?" Jack spoke softly, he wasn't quite sure why she suddenly was acting so cold towards him, but he was determined to create the short-lived warmth he'd had a few minutes ago.

"Thank you for your concern but I'm fine now and I'd appreciate if you'd leave me to sleep." Her voice was bland but tight; her eyes never strayed from the covers. Jack was taken aback by this sudden request; he hated the hurt that crowded his heart. It was astonishing what a few words from this woman could do to him.

"If that's what ye want. You'll know where to t'find me." Jack slowly stood up from the bed, watching her pale face, sticky from her tears turn away from him, in what looked like shame. He took his time walking to the door, stopping to look once more at her slender figure, just incase she had changed her mind. She hadn't. Pain emitted from his heart, he wanted to help. Why was he getting the cold shoulder?

Once Elizabeth heard the door click shut she fell to her pillow sobbing. The dream had scared her beyond her wits; it all had seemed so real. She couldn't help but to feel that it was a warning, a foreshadowing of something worse to come. Jack was the only one that could make her feel better. So why had she sent him away? In the dream, Will had appeared in her dream. But he had disappeared so fast, and Jack had been there, through his pain, he had been in her dream in more detail. Was this another sign? Or maybe it was just a coincidence. Still, the dream reminded her that she had a brave, loving fiancée fighting for her. She couldn't be disloyal, no matter how much she wanted to- No. What was she thinking? She didn't want to go behind Will's back; she didn't want to betray him. But whenever she was with Jack all of Will and his love began to fade, it scared her, she felt that keeping her distance from Jack was the best for Will and her. If only that didn't hurt so much.

Jack paced the decks of the Pearl, lost in a jumble of thoughts. Did he go to far, as physical contact went? No, women crawled over each other to just peck him on the cheek. But then again she was different. Maybe it was that dream she was too stubborn to share. Whatever was causing her to scream like that had to have been unpleasant. But what was it!

"Ugh!" Jack grunted stomping his foot. Were all women this confusing? Why didn't Elizabeth open up to him? What was holding her back from-Oh. Of course, the whelp. Elizabeth was almost a married woman. She obviously didn't want to show affection to another. And maybe she just didn't feel the same way about him he did for her. The thought made his heart tear, and even though he tried convincing himself it was the whelp, he couldn't help but to feel that perhaps all her love did lie with Will. Maybe all the warm stares and concerned words back when she and Jack were marooned were nothing. Perhaps it was just the sun messing with his head again.

"Ye think it's the girl that's makin' the Cap'n act so…" Ragetti stood behind the main mast with Pintel, observing the Captain's irritated pacing, not quite understanding the captain's feelings.

"She is a pretty poppet." Pintel raised his eyebrows suggestively and both men started into a laughing fit.

'Wait… wot's that?" Ragetti raised a bony figure to the dark object emerging from the fog. Pintel whirled around and his eyes widened in fear that many a sailor's often do when they few this dreadful sight. The crew halted their activities and silently watched the infamous ship lumber towards them cutting through the choppy waves. Gibbs threw a frightened glance to Jack only to find him staring tensely at his approaching enemy. Not many sailors lived long after seeing the sickly green, crustacean covered ship, for its captain would board the ship and ask the question every man out at sea fears most to hear, "Do you fear death?" The sight of the ghastly ship is enough to scare any seaman, but the captain leading her through the dark depths has many sailors afraid to ever leave land. This captain has long since lost his compassion for others, his heart had gone through too much pain and he receives joy inflicting others with physical, and if possible emotional pain as he ferries their souls to his tortuous locker. Or so the legends say, but one fact to be true is the absolute terror that strikes the heart when his name is heard.

"Davy Jones." Pintel whispered slowly backing away from the monstrosity headed their way.

"Captain? Do we board?" A hammerhead shark figure, completely rid of his human shape and emotions, approached Davy Jones, brandishing his sword, eager and ready to fight.

"Yes." Davy Jones smiled, his tentacle beard squirming in sick delight, he's waited for this day too long, and now it was finally here. The day Jack Sparrow would die. Turning to his evil crew he motioned for them to board the Pearl. Davy Jones snorted in repulse when he noticed one of his newer members holding back.

A couple of days ago The Flying Dutchman had come across a ravaged ship, in complete ruins from a recent tropical storm. Most of the crew had crossed over to the other life, but those who remained had been enthralled to join his crew… except this one. This sailor had passion and strength in his eyes, almost as if he didn't fear Davy Jones, but considered him a manor delay in his affairs. The boy put up a front, never giving any hint of his life or family. He was clever… and determined. Something Davy Jones wasn't fond of, especially since his days as a human had fade away and he was left with a mind of pain and madness. The workings of the sailor's mind were out of Davy's reach, he just didn't have the same mind set as a human anymore.

"Are you disobeying me, boy?!" Davy roared, stalking to the stubborn man who refused to board the ship and towering over him. The boy looked up at him in anger, showing not a flicker of fright. Davy Jones seethed, he was the most feared Captain to sail the seas, why was this boy not affected?

"No, sir." The sailor stared into his eyes, his own eyes portraying a deep hate for the Captain. Davy Jones was tempted to retrieve his whip when he realized something oddly familiar in the way this sailor held himself.

"What's yer name, boy?" Davy's voice was smooth and malicious. The sailor squinted, as if weighing the consequences for revealing this information.

"William Turner."

Cue Davy's evil theme music and film an angry sea, tossing and rolling beneath the ships and then… cut, end chapter three. This chapter is a bit shorter because I wanted to leave a cliffhanger (I know, I'm such a trickster) and because this is where the drama begins… I really didn't want a soopa long chapter. So review to your heart's content and read on. Thank you and goodnight.