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Jack reclined on his chair, puffing on a cigar as someone knocked on the door. He sighed and pulled the cigar out of his mouth. "Who is it?" he barked. He didn't feel like speaking to anyone. He hated being on land for a long time and this was getting him cranky. He was even thinking of just leaving and never coming back, but every time he thought of Elizabeth's betrayal made his blood boil. He had the chance he would kill her in an instance. However, Jack isn't that way. He's not a murderer. Besides, I want her to suffer, he thought.

Mr. Gibbs opened the door and had a concerned look on his face. "Uh, there's someone here to see you, Captain," he said.

"Well, who is it?" asked Jack.

"It's me, Jack," said Elizabeth, coming in the room. Jack stood in a fury, making Elizabeth flinch.

"I'll leave the two of you alone," said Mr. Gibbs, as he closed the door.

"No," growled Jack. "Leave it open. Someone might want to hear if Mrs. Norrington is being strangled by me so they can restrain me," he said. Mr. Gibbs nodded and left. Elizabeth gulped as she took off the veil from her head. She took a step forward. "If you get closer, I'll kill you," he warned. "What do you want?"

"To talk with you," she whispered.

"Of what?" asked Jack. "You want to tell me that your happy with being married with such a gentleman, to be mistress of a plantation and to whatever the Commodore has to his name. Are you happy to be dressed in fine clothes and jewelry?"

"No, Jack, I-I… My father made me marry James. W-We're practically in ruins," she said.

Jack laughed sarcastically. "You expect me to believe such bull. He's the fucking governor."

"I swear, Jack…"

"Don't swear anything!" yelled Jack. "You are much worse than what I thought," he said. "Harlot, you piece of trash…"

"I am not going to let you insult me like that," she yelled at him.

"Oh, really? And what are you going to do to stop me?" he fired back.

"I-I'll tell James," she threaten as her eyes started to water.

"Really?! Then go ahead tell him everything. Let him get angry, frustrated. Let the devil himself posses him so he can confront me and then I'll have the chance to kill him," he growled.

"I know you have reasons to hate me, but I know deep down inside you still love me like I love you," she said, trying to grab his arm, but he moved away.

"You are very wrong," he said. "What I felt for you is dead."

Elizabeth shook her head. "It's not true. You only feel that way because you're angry right now. You feel hurt and I understand."

"You understand nothing," he hissed. Elizabeth looked at him with wide eyes. "Leave," he said.

"But I have to explain to you…"

"You have nothing to explain," he growled. "I don't care. Leave!" he barked.

Elizabeth jumped and back away from him. She sobbed giving him one last look before rushing out of the ship. Jack grabbed the first thing he laid eyes on and smashed it against the wall. "Where the hell is my rum?" he growled.

A few days later

Katherine was happy that she was back in Port Royal. She hated being in James plantation and it hurt further watching him being together with Elizabeth. How she envied their relationship and how sorry she felt for him. Elizabeth was using him and he didn't even know.

Katherine turned her head and smiled at Abigail as she followed her behind across town. Abigail smiled back as she carried a basket. She was coming with her to church and then go pick up the grocery for the week at the street market. Katherine usually would go once every week to church school to read and teach children.

"Ah! Katie. I'm so happy to see you," greeted Father Francis.

"Hello, Father," she said, kissing his hand.

"Hello, Father," said Abigail, also kissing his hand.

"Ah! I haven't seen you in a while, Abby," he said.

Abigail blushed. "You'll see me in confession on Sunday," she said shamefully.

Father Francis smiled. "I'll be waiting. Are you going to join Katie today?" he asked

Abigail shook her head. "I have grocery shopping to do," she said.

"All right. You're always welcome here, Abby," said Father Francis.

"Thank you," she said. Katherine said good-bye to her as she left down the street.

"Well, come on, Katie. The children are waiting," he said, leading her to the gardens. Katherine laughed and followed behind him.

Abigail hummed to herself quietly as picked apples from the cart. "Ah! Abby," said a rough voice behind her. She winced and turned seeing Mr. Carson standing a few feet away. She turned to run, but he roughly grabbed her by the arm. "You're the reason why the fucking Commodore fired me," he growled.

"You deserved it," she said, spitting on his face. She escaped from his grasp, but was pulled back towards him. "Let me go!" she yelled. She knew she wasn't going to get help from the officers since she was only a maid.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson," he growled in her ear.

Abigail groaned in disgust, but soon fell to the ground as Mr. Carson was pulled away from him. She pushed her hair back and saw a man pointing a sword at him.

"If I ever catch near her again, I will carve you into bits of pieces," he warned. Mr. Carson nodded frighteningly and scurried away.

Abigail stared in amazement at the man who saved her. It's him, she thought. The man with the warm brown eyes that can memorize you until you were head over heels for him. She has loved this man her whole life and her whole world was shattered when she heard of his death. Am I seeing a ghost, she thought.

The man picked her up and set her on her two feet. He smiled gently at her. "What? No, hello, Abby?" he said, teasingly. Abigail just stared unable to move her lips. "Not even a thank you for saving your life?"

Abigail blinked. "W-Will?"

Katherine smiled as the children ran around and played. Her grin widened as a small little girl in braids walked towards her. Her name was Jocelyn. She came from a poor family and they usually left her in the church because they know that she will be well fed her. The church helped people of all social class. That's why Katherine taught children here.

"Hi, Jocelyn," she said, picking her up and sitting her on her lap. "How are you?"

"Good," she said. "I haven't seen you in a while, Katie."

Katherine nodded. "I know I had to go visit my sister for a while, but I'm back now. How are your grandparents?"

Jocelyn bowed her head. "They're thinking of leaving me," she said.

Katherine frowned. "Why?"

"They don't gots any money to buy foods for me," she said, sadly. "They're being thrown out of the house because they can't afford it no mores."

Katherine huffed. "Well, we're going to solve this right now," she said, picking her.

Katherine walked swiftly through the streets, carrying Jocelyn with her. So many people were out in the market today that it was difficult to walk. She gasped as she bumped into somebody, but that person held her still. She looked up and saw Jack staring at her.

"Saint Katherine," he said, smirking. "And who this pretty girl?" he asked looking at Jocelyn.

"Her name is Jocelyn," said Katherine, pushing him out of the way.

"Where are you going?" he asked, walking after her.

Katherine rolled her eyes. Why is he following me? "I'm going to speak with her grandparents. They're leaving her at the convent."

"Why?" he asked.

Katherine stopped and turned around, making him bump into her accidentally. "Because they have no money to feed her. They are old people who can't find a job because of their age. It may sound awful that they're leaving her, but they only want to best for her, I guess," she said. Jack placed his hands on his hips and stared at her. She was more amazing that what he thought. Katherine was too sweet for her own good. Katherine felt uneasy by his stare. She turned and entered Jocelyn's home. The old couple stared confused at Katherine and Jocelyn. Their eyes grew bigger as Jack came in after her. "He's harmless," said Katherine, receiving a look from Jack. "I wanted to bring Jocelyn back. There's no reason why she shouldn't be with the two of you," she said.

The older man spoke up. "I understand, Miss, but we can't afford…"

"I-I'll give you some money and you won't have to leave. Please, Jocelyn should be with her family and I'm sure that's what she wants," she said. Jocelyn jumped off Katherine's arms and ran to her grandparents. They hugged her tightly. Jocelyn was the only thing they could remember their daughter. Katherine smiled at the scene. "I don't have the money now, but…"

"Yes, you do," said Jack. She gave him a puzzled look, but he ignored it. "Here," he said, giving him a pouch. "That should be enough shillings to last you a while."

"W-We don't know what to say," said Jocelyn's grandfather.

"Don't say anything. Just take it," he said as he turned to leave. Katherine stood there amazed. She quickly said goodbye to Jocelyn and her grandparents before running to catch up to Jack.

"You didn't have to do that," she said, running after him.

Jack turned, making her bump into him this time. "Can I tell you something?"

"What is it?" she asked.

"First of all, I would like to apologize the way I've been acting with you. As you may have noticed, I don't have manners that qualify for a gentleman. However, I'd like to say that if I were to have you first," he said, lifting her chin, "only by becoming blind, deaf, or an imbecile would I have ever left you for another. Especially someone like your sister."

Katherine was hypnotized by his words. No man has ever said anything so powerful to her. It gave her goose bumps. "I-I..." she whispered.

Jack smirked "I have finally made you speechless, Saint Katherine," he said before walking away. Katherine leaned to the side of the building watching him leave. A smile spread across her face, feeling her cheeks start to burn.

Abigail sat across from Will as he smiled politely. He took her to a pub to buy her a drink. "You look much different, Abby," he said. She blushed slightly. "You aren't going to say anything?"

"It's just that we all thought you were dead," she said, sadly.

Will frowned. "I know. It must have gone around, but as you can see I am not. I was rescued by a nearby ship and I spent all this time trying to come back home."

Abigail smiled. "I'm happy you're back," she said.

Will nodded. "How's Elizabeth, Abby?"

Abigail felt her heart drop. "She's fine," she whispered.

"I miss her so much, Abby. I can finally marry her," he said, excitedly.

Abigail clutched her skirt tightly. "You can't, Will," she said, getting angry. Everything is always about her, she thought.

"Why not?" asked Will confused.

"B-Because…" she started.

"Because why?" he said, getting louder.

"Because she's already married!" she said as she exploded. "She's married, Will. She married the Commodore and she only mourned for so long until she ran into the arms of that smelly pirate, Jack Sparrow," she cried. Realizing what she had just said, she popped her mouth with her hand.

"What did you just say?" hissed Will, clawing the table. Abigail shook her head. Will stood in a fury and threw the table to the side, crashing against to the others. Abigail trembled in fear realizing her mistake.

"I-I'm sorry, Will," she sobbed as she ran out of the pub. Will ran a hand through his hair. He felt his whole world crash and burn right before his eyes. He needed to hear this from Elizabeth herself.

Sorry if I had some grammer errors. It's late and I'm tired. I'll fix it soon. Thanks for reading! Please review!