Title:Let ME Be Your Hero

Author: KatelynKat

Rating:T (teen) for violence, language, alcohol use, and innuendo/sensuality.

Summary: What if Elizabeth had stabbed the heart of Davy Jones instead of Will? Will he be the one to save her from her deathly fate? Or will she enlist the help of a different and more . . .eccentric hero?

Disclaimer:I do not own any of these glorious characters, just the main plot . . . YEAH I own something! Take that Disney!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if it took a little long to update, I was extremely busy with school, it was so tedious . . .OKAY I HAD A DREAM ABOUT JOHNNY DEPP LAST NIGHT. And I just wanted to tell y'all about it real quick!

Kay so I was sitting at my regular lunch table with my friends in the cafeteria and I see my friend Cheyenne walking towards our table, and I figured she was gonna come sit with us like she sometimes does, but NO. She goes to the table behind me. I was like wtf? so I turned around and I see JOHNNY DEPP, TIM BURTON, AND THE RAPPER DRAKE (FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON XD) behind me. So I started freaking out to my friends but they were like ignoring me for some unknown reason as well! So by the time I got up, lunch was over. I saw this random dude go up to Johnny and was like "sorry to bother you but uh can i get a picture with you and your autograph" and I was like "oh me too please!" and Johnny was like "sure" So then it switched to us in the gym for some reason, and i got out my new itouch and started snapping a bunch of pics of us, and then I got one of me hugging him tight! : DD Then I went online and looked up the "Tale of Captain Jack Sparrow Song" (the one by the Lonely Island and Michael Bolton) and asked him if he ever heard it before, he said no and laughed hysterically and I was like sobbing that I was in the man's presence. Then it switched to me in my math class, he walked me! : DDD and in the middle of math, I whipped out my cell cuz I couldn't stop from calling up my mom and telling her but right before she answered; I woke up.

Haha I love that dream so much and I prayed that it was real ; P

~Chapter Three~

Not You, But You

"Hello Will."

Jack's eyes shot over to Will in a worried attempt to find out just what he was up to. Jack noticed Will's glare was straight on Elizabeth, and he followed his eyes for his own amusement in just what was going to happen. Elizabeth's gaze on Will was hard and almost that of a dirty look. Though Jack couldn't blame her, he was very much like a little whelp that just irked him to the edge. And the fact that he was going to rip out Elizabeth's heart in a matter of minutes was too suspenseful for Jack to be able to sit so still. He had suddenly realised that his heart was pounding heavily in his chest; though he wasn't so sure why, he had witnessed many murders in his lifetime before. He was a pirate, after all.

Yes, Jack was completely fine with watching men getting slaughtered, since he was open to the matter almost every day. But if he was the one performing the aforementioned slaughter, he would automatically find a way to get out of it, with his charming wits. He had no idea why this was . . . and he refused to believe that he was a 'good man' that Elizabeth claimed him to be. Or . . . was he? No it couldn't be possible. And if it was in the slightest bit possible, he would ignore it, just like he's so good at doing.

"I knew you were lying!" Will spat out, quite predictably, once again interrupting Jack's thought process. He stood there across the room, eyes coldly set on Elizabeth who was staring him down, fearlessly.

"'Course I was! Took you long 'nuff to figure that one out," Jack retorted. He got up off the bed, swiftly.

"And to think I trusted you . . . just for a minute . . ." Will's eyes narrowed on Jack, who was now moving to his desk in the middle of the room. Will followed his every movement, as he watched him rip out the cork of the rum bottle with his teeth and take a long, well deserved (or so he thought) gulp. After a few seconds, he looked back up at Will and smiled.

"Now you see that's where ye went wrong, never trust a pirate. Especially those of the dishonest nature. Because a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, those can be highly unpredictable. So as it may seem, ye did trust me. Ye just trusted me for the wrong reasons, per say, you trusted me to be honest, when in actuality; ye need to trust me to always be dishonest. Because honestly, that is the only trustworthy thing about me. Wiv' that being said, trust me to trust you that you will always trust me to be dishonest, savvy?" Jack hoped that his somewhat confusing choice of words would make the whelp become overwhelmed and drop the subject already.

"What?" Will was dumfounded. He was about to say something else, but decided against it and waved both of his hands in the air, in an attempt to signal to forget it. "Never mind. Just give me my knife back, and Elizabeth meet me below the decks."

Jack noticed that Elizabeth was about to say something, but in a desperate way to avoid that subject. "Don't ye mine my knife?" Jack shot Will a look like 'this is gonna be good.'

"What?" said Elizabeth, curiously stepping into the conversation.

"What?" Jack mimicked Elizabeth. It was the only way he could politely tell her to just butt the hell out. He turned around, to see Elizabeth's reaction. She furrowed her eyebrows a moment, and lay back against the wall. She felt his gaze on her and looked up. Once she met his chocolate eyes, he quickly fluttered them away, to glaze his eyes back to Will, who was digging for an answer to the question.

"No it isn't." 'Really? Is that the best you can do . . .' He thought to himself silently. Careful not to make any facial expressions, just keep a straight face, for if he didn't that could arise new questions that he'd have to find the unacquainted answer to. Which he certainly despised doing very much . . . He broke his what seemed like a staring contest with Jack and looked at the floor, like that could solve all his problems; answer all of the particularly annoying questions.

"Really?" Jack asked him, sarcastically. He left a pause between his next sentences, allowing Will to take in the cynical remarks. "'Cos last time I checked mate, these here engravings have a 'JS' on them. Do you have the 'nitials JS? Last time I checked, not." He finished, twirling the dagger around in circles in his left hand the whole time. He watched as Will was transfixed by this action and laughed to himself a bit.

"Let me see that," Will demanded somewhat harshly, raising his voice just a little bit, making sure that he was heard. And he most certainly was, as Jack trudged over to him slowly, hoping to irritate the young blacksmith.

Jack was sluggish in walking over to Will, and once he was right in front of him, he loosened his grip on it a little, and moved his hand to allow Will to see but not allowing him to hold it in his own hands. Will eyed the dagger and then quickly noticed the cursive engraving of JS. He rolled his eyes, of course. He sighed heavily, and then something rather peculiar caught his eye. An inch or so below the 'JS' was the word 'love' and then an 'AM' AM? He thought, Who, or what is that? Only one way to find out, seems like I'm not the only one hiding skeletons in my closet. He pointed indirectly to the 'love, AM.' Jack looked down and noticed what he was up to. Will smirked. "What's tha—?"

"Nothing!" Jack interrupted, a little too quickly. Bugger. Now he's going to go off—

"Really?" Will imitated Jack as he had so previously mentioned. Will was going to do the exact same thing to Jack as Jack had done to him. And he was going to enjoy it, whether he liked it or not. Yes, this was the day William Turner would have his revenge. And yes, it was rather sweet with a hint of pure fun involved.

Jack shook off his blatant attempt to frazzle him. He knew his center and his main concern and focus and was sticking to it, you can count on that. "It was a thing of the past, nothin' more an' nothin' less, mate," he said in a low tone as he yanked his dagger away. Will was startled by this and took a step back. There still was something he wasn't admitting, well obviously. And Will was determined to squeeze it out of him . . . even if he had to literally do so. And he wasn't afraid to at all.

"What did it stand for?" Will asked, in his most strained innocent voice ever. He figured if he took a different approach at it, trying to be friendly instead of a tyrant, it would break Jack and force the memorable truth out of him. Every last bit of it.

Jack struggled to find a way out of this quite uncomfortable question. "What did what stand for?" He asked just as innocent, using his great charm and wits to wiggle himself out of this one. Though it would be hard, but not impossible. Course, nothing was ever so far as impossible for Captain Jack Sparrow. He smiled a crooked smile that curved at the corner of his mouth, which dawned on Will that he wouldn't give up this game. Which only forced him to forfeit first, as precious time was running out that could not be regained. Will let out a heavy sigh. Maybe next time, Jack thought. He then shook his head. Nope. Jack Sparrow always got his way. He even vowed himself that many years ago, and only recently remembering that he would not ever break the aforementioned vow.

"Whatever." Will decided to drop it. Smart boy . . . Jack devilishly thought. He smirked and snorted slightly. Will squinted at him, hints of a dirty look in his unwelcoming eyes. "Elizabeth, please come with me below the decks," he tried.

"No!" She spat out, crossing her arms in a stubborn matter. She glared at him with glazed over eyes. She desperately needed a good, long swig of that rum in Jack's hand before anything else.

"Wha—Jack!" Will sputtered, trying to contain his anger for his fiancé's tenacious manners and ways.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could, Jack glanced over to her, caught this and interrupted, "What she means is that no matter where—"

"No! I don't mean anything, no means no and that's that," she interrupted him as well, giving him what he deserved. She didn't want to go with Will, she knew what that would amount to; getting her heart cut out of her bare chest. She wasn't ready to do this . . . she never would be. In a heartbeat, (bad choice of words) she remembered her father's words. "We all have to do things we don't want to for the sake of life." But this wasn't a sacrifice to keep her life . . . it was one to end her life. She was now bound to the Flying Dutchman, it had to have a captain and there was nothing she could do about it, and that was that. To everyone's surprise, she rolled off the bed, and put two feet on the ground. She walked over to Will a bit slowly, staring at the ground the whole time. She stopped when she was right in front of his two feet. She forced a small smile upon her chapped lips and looked up at him. She opened her mouth to say something, somewhat hesitant before saying, "I will meet you below the decks." She forced a bigger smile upon her face and placed her hands on his chest in an affectionate manner. After a few moments, she walked past him, out of the cabin.

"Well that certainly was . . . strange," Will scrambled to find the right words. This honestly wasn't the Elizabeth that he knew which was ultimately depressing due to the circumstances. These were his untimely last minutes with her, and they could not stop themselves by going any more wrong.

"Now, instead of stalling since time is highly of the essence, wan' to tell me the real reason you'll be using this here sword? Also known as mine?" Jack was no fool. He was not letting him off that easy, Will was leaving his cabin with the truth spilled out or he wasn't leaving at all. This could and would cause major problems not only for him, but his dearly beloved as well.

Jack sauntered over to the door in a calm matter, clicking the lock on the door. Jack smirked to himself; the lock on the door had been broken for, what, about a year now? He had been meaning to get on Gibbs about that, for you ne'er know when you might need a lock, especially if you were docked in Tortuga or Singapore and you were Jack Sparrow. Though Gibbs never got that locksmith, being the slimy scallywag he was. Nevertheless, Jack figured since Will was not really skeptical and just the minor clicking sound would make him convinced that the door was in fact, locked and that Jack had the key.

Will ambled over to an old wooden stool that was placed directly in front of the bed and plopped down on it. He couldn't believe he was just about to tell him the truth and it hurt his heart oh so very much. Well, here goes nothing.

"They told me," Will said, visualizing the memory in his mind, "that whoever Elizabeth's destined, chosen, lover who will be waiting ten years for her must be the one to cut her heart out." Will shivered at the dreadful thought. "That being said, the weapon that will pierce her heart must be owned by said person." Will paused, taking a long deep breath to stall from the next thing he was about to say.

But before he could, Jack put in, "Yes, this is where ye have me all confused."

Will sighed, not wanting to say this next paragraph at all. But being the good man as he assumed he was he figured that Jack had a right to know . . . after all, all these actions had taken place on his ship. No, no more time-wasting, this is it. "Tia Dalma . . . er, Calypso, whoever she is, [1] (scroll to the bottom for more information) informed me that she wanted to make sure that was the fate Elizabeth chose. Meaning, that I was the rightful one to uh . . . " Will trailed off, not wanting to say those horrible words in the same sentence. He looked at Jack who had a gleaming glint in his eye. ". . . You know. So I agreed, not knowing why she wanted to check. I suppose things like these can't be undone and could cause major problems for just about everybody. So she took me to the brig—"

"The brig? She took you to the bloody brig?" Jack interrupted, short wired. Will snickered at this. Whatever Jack was hiding in there, whether it be rum or a good wench or two, he had hidden and wanted it to stay hidden.

"Anyway," Will shook off the unconventional Captain's comments, and continued on with his sob story. "She told me to show her my hand, and I did so. She traced the lineages of my hand, rolled the dice countless times and gasped. She told me that . . ." Will had trailed off, unable to finish the sentence without getting a little teary-eyed.

The suspense was killing Jack. He was impatient, and Will was helping to contribute to his short tempered patience. He had him on the edge of his seat, causing him to lean in a little more and yell "What? What did she say? Com'on mate, can't be tha' bad." Jack did his best to comfort Will as most as he could to get him to spit it out all ready.

Will trembled and shivered once again. Jack's ill-tempered responses were driving him even crazier and crazier if possible. He had tried again to continue, but it clearly was to no avail. "She . . . she said—"

"What did she bloody say!" Jack yelled, the loudest this time. Will was going to tell him today, right here, right now, whether he bleedin' liked it or not.

"She told me that it was you." Will had said this rather calmly, though there was dominant rage building up inside of him, tremendously. Seeing the look of shock struck upon Jack's face, he chose to elaborate. "She told me that you were the chosen one for her, you were the one to be waiting for her on that Godforsaken spit of land for ten years. It is you, Jack Sparrow and not I." Will looked up from his spot on the floor that he had been eying oh so intently, whilst trying to avoid eye contact with the dirty pirate. He shifted his gaze from the ground to Jack, not lifting his head, making the glare that he had on Jack seem a little less friendly than he had intended. Ah screw it, he intended to kill Jack Sparrow and he would have absolutely no problem doing it . . . if it weren't for Elizabeth.

It wasn't Elizabeth's fault that Jack Sparrow was just so damn charming and enticing, a mystery that no one had the guts to uncover. Did she want to be the one spending the rest of her life (again, another bad choice of words) solving the billion piece puzzle that is Jack Sparrow? He didn't know. And he didn't want to know. He just wanted Jack out of her life permanently but that seemed quite impossible now didn't it? She was bound to sail the seven seas for eternity, and he loved the sea. A likely match.

But wasn't it Elizabeth's fault for falling in love with Jack? She had free will, and she knows what she knows, she isn't stupid. And she's not a child; she fends for herself and makes her own decisions. But her and Will were childhood sweethearts, wasn't that enough for her? Sure, he might not have been as adventurous, freedom-seeking, or charming as Jack was, but no one knew her better than he did, or so he assumed. What did Jack know about her? Close to nothing. And same thing goes for her about him. So what was there to fall in love with? You can't base a relationship on just one thing in common.

As these thoughts flooded through the young blacksmith's head, Jack's jaw fell and hung wide open. There were very few things in life that scared and astounded Jack and as sure as hell that this was one of them. No. This had to be wrong, it couldn't be possible. Was there something that was to happen in the future between him and Elizabeth that would change their entire outlook on life? He didn't know, but truth be told he was a bit scared to find out. Never was a woman in control of Jack's mind or his first priority, or even his second priority. And what could possibly change that? There was nothing special about Elizabeth, other than the fact that he found it would be entirely tempting to steal her honour. And even that he only thought about a mere few times. Granted, it was a bit more than that . . . but still.

Just look at the way she moves, mate. Jack was frazzled by the sound of his own voice in his head, as he imagined a miniature Jack appearing on his right shoulder. A beauteous woman in disguise. Though Jack couldn't disagree with that statement, it still didn't change his mind of being utterly shaken up. And she only craves the same desire as you, the mini Jack said again. Jack thought in his mind, rum? Only half joking as the mini Jack replied, no, stupid, freedom.

Ah yes, freedom. It was true, they did have that in common and she did love being on the ocean in a highly exhilarating adventure, almost as much as he had favoured. He wouldn't mind if she had accompanied him on one of those aforementioned journeys, even if he did know in his right mind that having a woman abroad would bring bad luck. She didn't seem like bad luck, in fact, her presence caused more victories than faults, more or less. In a frenzy, Jack immediately looked to his left, waiting surprisingly patiently for the other Jack to appear, bringing him the downers of the situation. To his dismay, there was no manifestation of such. What? Did that mean . . . no, it couldn't possibly.

Did Captain Jack Sparrow love her as well?

No. He was not going to deal with this, he simply couldn't. She never revealed if she had loved him in the first place. And he was never the one to be the first to say something, especially regarding this particular topic. He didn't ask for this, it just happened and he regretted it, he did. Though he kind of did bring this on himself . . . demanding Will to tell him like that, but he would never admit defeat.

"Now you see why I'm secretly using your dagger?" Will said, breaking the well-deserved silence. "Jack, she never has to know." He got up and walked towards him, very close to his face, only a seemingly three inches away.

Jack looked up at him, staring him back in the face as he nodded sheepishly. Will held out his hand, silently pleading for the sword as Jack involuntarily handed it over. He seemed dazed, as he didn't make one sound, which was a little unusual. Will awkwardly thanked him and made his way out of the cabin. He twisted the knob, part of him knowing that the door was never really locked, and headed out. At this, Jack stood up and said out of the blue, "But won't she just know?" he raised his voice, making sure Will heard him over the extreme loudness of the pouring rain.

"What did you say?" Will turned around quickly, abruptly, concerned now as to why Jack was doing this. He secretly knew he would try something like this and this was exactly what he was afraid of. Or so it would seem. He squinted, trying to make out Jack's portrait over the excessive shower that was blurring his vision. He blew hair out of his face, and before he knew it Jack was making his way over to him.

Jack stood about four inches away from his face and repeated, trying to make more logical sense, "She has her own right to choose, mate. You can't jus' decide these types of things for 'er."

"Are you saying that you want to be the one to wait for her ten years?" Will enunciated to clarify. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. If Elizabeth was going to be dead, she wouldn't know what was supposed to be anyway. It all is hypothetical anyways. Tia Dalma didn't know what she was talking about . . . did she?

"I don't particularly know meself what 'm saying so why don't we just ask 'er what she wants, eh?" Jack wobbled from side to side a bit, moving both his hands in a rhythmic motion as he spoke. He swayed as the ship had rocked and bobbed from side to side. "'Stead of choosing for 'er like she has no freedom, savvy? That's fair enough, ain't it?"

"I suppose," Will agreed, uneasily. Shockwaves of fear and nervosa rode through him like an undulating wave in the middle of a huge tsunami. What if Elizabeth did choose Jack? Where would her and Will stand then? No. That couldn't be even a remote possibility; he was a pirate! A dirty, filthy, plundering, pillaging—and all that—pirate! Why should she have any reason to trust him? Then again . . . Will was a pirate, as well. Though at time he refused to believe it, he couldn't get out of his mind that his father was a pirate, and he couldn't help feeling like he was following in his footsteps. This was something William did not aspire to do. But . . . if Will was doubting himself, did that mean that maybe it was probable that she wouldn't pick him? If Calypso foretold true events then . . .

No, he rejected to think of these things now. After all, he wasn't the one who predicted the future and he wasn't about to start conjuring up outrageous things now. He just decided to relax a little bit and try to go with the flow. He watched as Jack walked past him, moseying down below the main decks. Will was baffled by his disturbing thoughts at first, but made sure he quickly caught up to Jack.

As they walked, Will studied the wooden floorboards as if they would lessen the tension between them. He felt extremely awkward while walking down the dampened steps right behind Jack. He was about to find out the love of his life's destiny, and whether or not he was present in it. It was a moment of his life that he would never get back, so he deeply wished things would turn out right.

As long as she's happy . . . he thought, trying to hold back any selfish thoughts. It didn't matter if he was to die, or she didn't love him as much as he had her, but if she was genuinely satisfied with her life, her happiness would rub off on him. He couldn't imagine his life without Elizabeth in it, though. They had known each other forever, and she had become such a great, giant part of his life. He couldn't, wouldn't live without her, he was unwilling. Yet, here they both were, with her main source of life being carved out of her in only a matter of minutes. He'd never get to marry her, like he had dreamed, and they would never get that exquisite, elegant wedding they had fantasized about. Now he would only be seeing her as a distant lover once, a mere twenty-four hours every ten—

Wait a minute. Marriage. The joining of two people in holy matrimony. That connected two people together forever, for better or worse, with worse being the most likely in this situation, but still. If they were married, since they would be forever bound in assurances that would deem them one in the same. If that was so, possibly Will would be allowed to accompany Elizabeth on her dreary job of faring souls. Could a marriage save Elizabeth from her deathly fates? There was only one way to find out. Will smiled widely at his new discovery.

"And what are you grinning about, silly eunuch?" Jack asked wonderstruck by Will's sudden facial expressions. As he said this, he reached out for a lantern that was nearby, and lit a match to make a burning flame for light.

Will squinted slightly as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. "What're you talking about?" He didn't have to explain himself, and certainly, no especially not to Jack. And he wasn't about to tell him what he was up to either.

Jack furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, dropping the matter as he figured it was probably something stupid that provoked his facial muscles to act that way. He took a few more steps, turned left, while holding the lantern in his left hand, close to his face. He peered carefully as his eyes narrowed, as he could make out a black, tiny figure.

"Will? Is that you?" A small, feminine voice spoke. Jack held the lantern nearer to where he heard the voice, shedding light on her. It was without a doubt Elizabeth, who was sitting in the corner, on the floor with her knees cuddled up against her chest. She was rocking herself back and forth, in an attempt to calm her unsteady nerves. She swayed from side to side at the bobbing of the ship, trying to find some peacefulness, and when she did, cling to it. "Oh, Jack . . ." she trailed off, in a failed effort to find the right words to say.

"Yes, I'm here too." Will's voice was soft, only just above a whisper.

Elizabeth stood up, her eyes widening, moving quickly from Will to Jack, then back to Will. "Well? What're you both doing here? Is he—" –she pointed to Jack involuntarily-"—going to watch as I'm put to my death?" That came out and sounded a little harsher than she had imagined in her head, but there was no other way to say what she felt in her mind.

"Well, ye see, it's sort'v a long story . . . " Jack stepped in, rambling off, as he lifted up his free hand and pushed Elizabeth's pointing finger down, away from him. His eyes shifted lazily over to Will, scrambling desperately for an answer. "Erm, why don' you tell it mate, ye told it so uh, beautifully before." Jack gave him a cheeky smile with passing over the metaphorical weight to him.

Will now having to tell the so dreadful story, he felt like the elephant in the room which was not necessarily a feeling he liked. Nevertheless, he told it as swiftly and lightly as he could, trying to get through it quick enough that the awkwardness of the whole situation would pass. He was a little amused by Jack's far out reactions and gave him a sense of stability. Soon enough, he finished with his sob story, and glared at Elizabeth, trying to see her emotion. But it was seemingly hidden behind her straight face. Will couldn't tell what she was thinking, which was bothering him greatly.

"Elizabeth? Tell me this is just a load of bollocks now, please.[2]" Will got up and made his way over to where Elizabeth had re-placed herself at the spot in the corner they had found her in the first place. Her jaw hung open just a tiny bit, her lips parted in the slightest. "Please, Elizabeth for God's sakes, just tell me at least a blurb of what you're thinking." He tried taking a more calm approach.

Jack turned around, facing the both of them, shifting his eyes secretly as he sauntered over a little closer. His lips then parted a bit as well, as if he was about to say something but never did.

Will was in a state of heavy resentment, and impulsively yelled, "Wait, wait, you haven't even heard the best part yet!" He was determined to tell her of the marriage idea that he had proposed in his mind earlier. He had to tell her, it was the only way to make her understand how he could save her from her destiny. He continued in an eager, excited and hastily voice, "Here, all right, I've made a plan that if we—"

"Will, stop it," she let out, quietly and calmly (to her surprise, of course) and took a deep breath. She pressed her lips together appearing a little nervous, and exhaled shakily. She placed two hands on his chest, steadying him in place. Once they had made intent eye contact, she licked her lips and whispered, "it's time you knew the truth."

[1]- Yes, I am highly aware that Calypso, in At World's End grew large and then evolved into millions of tiny sea crabs, and she's the one who created the giant maelstrom. BUT, for the sake of this story please believe that she did still grow very, very large but instead of blasting into millions of sea crabs, she let out her anger by creating the maelstrom, and shrunk down to her regular size. A bit of AU for ya, there.

[2] "Elizabeth? Tell me this is just a load of bollocks now, please." Kay, I know Will would probably never say bollocks but I LOVE that word for some reason, so I used it haha(: hope you don't mind

Yes I know you all DESPISE MEE! Cliffhangers suck, but I swear the next chapter is great. Really, I promise you'll get a lot more background for you understanding I haven't updated in like 10 days I'm sorry, I had a project due that took me all week so I was insanely busy, again I apologize!

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