I think I'm going to write in 3rd person from now on, except for Elizabeth of course.

Ok, here's 3K worth of a chapter. I really hope you like it.

Elizabeth POV

I wasn't dead. No, I didn't die. That was good only until I realized that I couldn't see anything- or move- but I could feel and hear everything. Whatever happened, I realized to my dismay, I wouldn't be able to do a thing about.

" She's out. Here, grab her and put her below deck. I'll be down in a minute." I felt arms grab me, more than two. A couple held me under the arms and the others, by my ankles. That didn't startle me as much as the fact that I didn't exactly recognize that man's voice, but it seemed unsettlingly familiar. I felt uneasy and that I knew the voice, but I couldn't think of who it belonged to.

" I hope no one comes and finds us, or we're as good as dead!" A man whispered unevenly.

" Calm down! Just think of how much he's paying us to do this!" Another replied roughly. Do what? Do what! Someone please find me! Please!, I pleaded internally. My body felt unbalanced as we descended what must be stairs.

" Hehehe. That's right!" The first man giggled. I was set down on the cold, hard floor with anything but gentleness. "That's it right... we're done?"

" No, not yet. We just have to keep a lookout for George." George... as in George? The one who had tried to kidnap me and- no! It can't be it, I thought defiantly. But I knew it was true. And I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, I wanted to cry. I felt all the emotion bursting inside me but I was paralyzed and couldn't let them out. So I just laid there, unable to scream physically, but doing so in my head anyways. I was frantic. No matter how many times I tried to reassure myself, the reality kept coming back brutally. I wasn't sure what he would do to me but I figured, what was worse? Being unconscious and not knowing what had happened when I awoke, or knowing exactly what happened and living past it. The latter seemed worse, I would have those memories forever, but not knowing would haunt me until the day I died.

" But that wasn't part of the plan." The first man complained.

" No it wasn't. But he'll pay us more if we do."

" Because of Thomas?" Thomas? What did he have to do with this?

" Yeah. We should have gotten rid of the boy, if you ask me! But George didn't want to. Said no one else should be involved."

" But he could open his mouth and tell someone."

" I know." Their voices faded slightly as they moved away. Before leaving me alone, the second man shouted down to me, "Have fun poppet!" and the other one giggled. After they left, there was dead silence for a few moments. The panic really overcame then, and the most frustrating part was that I couldn't express it. It was all bottled up inside, ready to burst, and I didn't even have the possibility of whispering. Footsteps came towards me.

" Now, Elizabeth," It was George's cruel voice. "Let's play sweetheart."

I had never felt such terror in my life.

Thomas was uneasy. He was worried. But had at last found Will in the tavern, and by some stroke of good luck, Scarlet wasn't hovering around him. If she had been, Thomas would have never been able to tell Will without her getting in the way.

" Will!" He shouted from across the loud and crowded tavern. His breath was short since he had run all the way to the tavern after seeing George and his accomplices. He had told them he would be back soon, hoping it would deter them from doing anything, but it was doubtful that they would listen. He pushed his way past people as much as he could without drawing too much attention.

" Will." William Turner looked up from his drink. Thomas hoped he wasn't too drunk, or there would be some inconvenient problems.

" Yes?" He seemed sober enough as he replied, neither disinterested, or with too much interest. He lowered his head to take another drink.

" I think Elizabeth might be in danger." Will's head shot up instantly.

" Then what exactly are you doing here?" He replied angrily. Thomas would have been with her if it wasn't for Pintel, Ragetti, and George. If it had been just one of them, or too of them even, he might have stood a chance- if they fought fair. But that was unlikely. The first chance they got, they would shoot him through the head. That's why he needed help. There would be a better chance. He knew how dangerous George could be and for that reason, there was no time to explain.

" Please, I just need your help. Who else could I ask?" Captain Barbossa was notorious for only being found while on Tortuga when he wanted to be found. Thomas wasn't about to take that chance, and either way, Will was the only other capable person who might even care about Elizabeth.

" You're right. You did good in asking me. Hurry, lead the way." Will stood up without hesitation. Even though Elizabeth and him had not spoken in days, and even though they had agreed they were better apart, he couldn't just shake her away instantly, like she had done to him.

Elizabeth POV

He had waited until I came back to consciousness, "Because it would be more fun." I was awake, but my body still had not recovered from whatever drug had been forced into my lungs. "No, please don't!" I repeated again and again, quietly, weakly. I must have begged him that a million times, but he didn't care. No, please don't touch me! No, please don't kiss me. Slow torture was undoubtedly the worst, and he was good at it. Get off of me! My wrists were irritated from the rough rope tied around them, with my arms held back above my head. "Just in case you try to fight back." He had whispered into my ear. So far he had only removed my robe, but the hem of my nightgown was awfully high.

"After this, no one's going to want you little princess. Men don't like damaged goods." I shut my eyes as hard as I could to not look at him. Let me go! He kissed my lips and I felt his hot breath on my face. It disgusted me, made me want to scrub my face raw just to get rid of any trace of him.

" Do you want to go slow Elizabeth? What do you suggest?" He whispered against my neck as he slid the sleeve of my nightgown down, revealing the skin of my breasts. My throat let out a whimper and tears started rolling down my face. All my emotions and frustrations were slowly coming now that I was awake.

" You're a beautiful girl." He caressed my skin, from my jaw, to my neck then shoulder and down to my finger tips.

" Don't!" I said as loudly as I could, but it came out as a broken little voice.

"That is a bad idea, isn't it? Especially since I hear voices." I could now hear them above me too, out on the ship's deck. My heart beat even faster at the thought of hope. " Well then, there's no time to waste." He told me.

" Where is she?" Thomas growled, only inches away from Pintel's face, while he held him by the collar of his shirt. Rageti crouched behind him, scared. Will stood next to the men, ready to take out his weapons if need be, but Pintel and Raggeti were cowards. They had been caught off guard and knew they would not stand a chance against Will and Thomas.

" B-below deck!" He babbled as he pointed towards it. Thomas released him and went to where Pintel had pointed. Will did the same, but not before warning the cowardly pirates, " If I ever see your faces again, I will personally shoot a dozen bullets through your heads!"

" Get off her!" A voice I recognized as Thomas' shouted. I opened my eyes. George's uncomfortably crushing weight was gone in an instant, as he was pulled off me by Thomas. Then he threw George to the ground, away from me, who landed with a grunt. I instantly felt relief, I could breath air without it mixing with George.

" Elizabeth?" There were oil lanterns giving light off, enabling human eyes to see my bare skin. Even though I was still shaking from fear, my face burned in embarrassment. Thomas swiftly took his jacket off to cover me.

" It's alr-" But George rammed into him from the side, and they both crashed to the floor beside me. George grabbed Thomas' neck but Thomas managed to kick him off, making him slam against the ground, yet again. Slow tears dripped down my face. Will appeared and joined Thomas in fighting George. Soon enough Will and George were standing, throwing fists at each other. Thomas, seeing that Will was otherwise preoccupying George well, approached me , then took my hands and untied my sore wrists. He helped my frail body sit up as I slowly brought my arms down to my torso, rubbing my wrists. I clutched his jacket to me then he helped me put it on and fasten the top buttons. By that time, Will had George pinned against the wall, punching him repeatedly. George, nevertheless, had a sinister smile on his face and had stopped fighting back, though I could see blood dripping from his mouth. The violence somehow awoke, startled me back into my senses. Panic and all the emotions that had amounted in me finally had the chance to fully escape and I sobbed and sobbed. Thomas was conveniently kneeling next to me, propping me up, and I reached for him, holding him close to me while I cried.

" No one can hurt you now." He said against my hair, holding me firmly against him. "It's alright Lizzie." Will seemed to have heard and turned around to look at us. It seemed like he was seeing the both of us for the first time. Anger flashed through his eyes and he turned in an instant and hit George harder than he had before. George started pleading for his life, he begged Will to stop. He said he was sorry.

" Sorry's not good enough!" Will replied. George screamed for his life. His pleads shook me to the core, I turned away, not being able to see George suffer.

" E-Elizabeth." He said as blood spurted from his mouth. "I-I didn't do anything to you. Tell him, tell him!"

" Don't talk to her! Talk to me!" Will kneed him in the stomach and George doubled over in pain, falling to the ground. Will kicked him. He was going to murder him.

" No! Will stop!" I cried. He didn't even turn to look at me. "Stop! Will stop!" I shrieked. He didn't listen. I let go of Thomas and clumsily stood up. Thomas pulled me back down before I could fully stand.

" Don't move." He told me. " Will! Hey!"

" Make him stop!" I cried out to Thomas through my sobs. He stood and ran towards Will and George who was on the ground, almost unconscious.

" You don't want to do this, let him go! He's not worth it." George was whimpering like a dog. He was covered in blood. Will didn't even acknowledge Thomas, so he pulled him back and placed himself in between him and George.

" Get. Out. Of my WAY!" Will pushed him.

" I'm not going to let you kill him." He said as he again stood in between him and Will, the pushed Will back. I was trembling because of what had happened but now I shook because of the sight of violence. I begged for them to not start fighting. "You don't want to this!" Thomas told him. Will pulled out his pistol.

" This is your last warning." Thomas didn't budge.

" No! Will!" I screamed. Thomas pulled out a pistol too. At that moment I ran to them, in between them, facing Will, with my back to Thomas. I'm not sure if it was because I stood up too fast or because of the drug I had been forced to inhale, but I was dizzy and I staggered. Thomas caught me with one arm and I managed to clutch to him.

" Lizzie! What's wrong?" I took a deep breath to clear my head, steadied myself, and looked back up at Thomas, then at Will. He looked at me, then Thomas, put his pistol away and in flash, walked back up deck. George laughed, then proving to be too much, coughed.

" I see that I didn't need make him suffer." He coughed again. "You can do that all by yourself, can't you Elizabeth?"

" Shut up,you imbecile! Don't think I won't finish the job he started."

" Let's go Lizzie." Thomas held me as we went up the stairs, not wanting me to stumble. The moonlight shone down on us as we stood in the doorway to my cabin. I said to him, "Thank you. If it hadn't been for-" My voice cracked and died. I resisted the urge to cry yet again.

" I know. Forgive me for not coming sooner." He sighed.

" Could you..." I shook my head slightly.

" What?"

" I- no, it's nothing." He didn't believe me, only waited for me to keep going. " I'm scared to be alone." Then I started crying. He reached for me and held me against his chest.

" I'll stay with you. Don't worry."

" Thank you." I whispered. " Thank you, Thomas." We went inside, and I got into bed with what I was wearing- my nightgown and his jacket- and tried to sleep. He decided to lay down on the settee at the other end of the room after locking the door to the room.

" Goodnight. " He said to me, but it was doubtful I would have one. Nightmares would probably torment me for the rest of the night. How I wished I was back home in Port Royal. I was living a nightmare here.

" Goodnight." I repeated nonetheless.

Thomas was gone in the morning before anyone came back and there was a trail of blood leading from below deck to the rope ladder on the side of the ship. George must have somehow made it back on land. When everyone came back, I told the women what had happened. Scarlet didn't seem pleased when I mentioned Will's name, but she said nothing. Thomas was nowhere to be found and the ship sailed without him.

A week later.

The governor sat at his desk, looking through his pile of correspondence.

" Any word John?" He shook his head. " It will take the ship weeks to reach England, but once the alert is given, we will have the Black Pearl."

" John. What if she's not on that ship? They haven't even asked for a ransom! What if they killed her?"

" She has to be on that ship, there's no other possibility. I know even that's unlikely, I don't know how they did it, but it's the most rational explanation. "

" What if she's dead?"

" You can't think that Governor. She's alive, and we're going to find her! For goodness sake's, soon every English ship and all of England will be looking for her! The King will not ignore your plea for help." It seemed like every day John was forced to be strong for the Governor, and for Port Royal, since their leader couldn't be. Weatherby Swann discouragingly returned to his mail. He picked up a strange looking envelope, it was unlike the rest of his correspondence, it was dirty and cheap. He curiously tore it open and revealed the letter inside. He unfolded it.

" Governor, I daresay you keep strange company these days. Who in their right mind would send such a dirty envelope? " The Governor didn't pay him any attention, as he was too consumed in his reading. His trembled as he finished reading the note. " Sir, are you alright?" John asked, feeling worried about the older man's health.

" It's Elizabeth." He whispered hoarsely then offered the note to the commodore. He ripped it from the Governor's hand. It read:

To the Governor of Port Royal.

You're daughter is alive. But I am sad to say that she has been through too much these past days. For that reason, I am writing to you. Her place is in Port Royal and I believe she would be happier there, than in her current circumstances. The ship that she is on will arrive in Cornwall, England in a couple of months. There, in Penzance, she will reside until you can send for her.

So now what are you feelings toward Thomas? And who wrote the note exactly?

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