FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

33—Will's Interlude

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It was a balmy, sweaty sort of night in Port Royale.

Will sat in the corner of his cell, pondering on all he could possible ponder on. His mind drifted back and forth between all that had happened in recent weeks, mostly on the whereabouts of Rosalind. Before her departure, she had assured him of her safety and encouraged him not to worry, but he couldn't help himself. With so much time just sitting around, worrying came frequently and without trouble.

He despised the fact that Beckett was using her as a tool for his own gain and he feared what would really happen upon her return. He knew little of Beckett and had no previous encounters on which to base his judgment, but he doubted that a pardon would be granted to himself, Rosalind, Elizabeth and Jack.

Especially Jack.

While he didn't necessarily consider Jack a friend, and while any romantic inclinations he had for Elizabeth were beginning to wane, he still cared a great deal about her safety and happiness. And if there were two things he could be certain of in a vast world of ambiguity, it was that Jack kept her safe… and made her very, very happy. He knew a pardon on her name wouldn't mean anything to her if she was forced to watch the man she loved dangle from a noose shortly afterwards.

And then there was Rosalind.

In many respects, Will was entirely unsure of his feelings for her. Some of the time he regarded her as the cherished little sister he never had but had always wanted, someone to take care of. However, more often than not, he felt a silly adolescent boy when thinking about her. His feelings were in no way close to love… but he did care about her a great deal, and his constant worrying about her only confirmed to him that those feelings would not be diminishing any time soon.

His thoughts and feelings for Rosalind were also quite troubling, for he had no idea how he was supposed to feel about someone like her. With his feelings for Elizabeth not entirely gone, he felt conflicted, almost like they were their own individual, completely foreign to himself.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, ignoring the incessant chattering and plotting of his fellow prisoners, resting against the stone wall behind him. He silently prayed for whatever God existed (his faith had been compromised in recent days) that sleep would find him soon when he heard footsteps approaching. His eyes opened lazily in the event that it would suit him to feign sleep, all the while listening carefully.

The footsteps clearly did not belong to the heavy boots of one of the prison guards. They were not light enough to belong to a woman, not even light enough to belong to the short-statured Beckett. He sat there listening, feeling rather foolish and helpless, as the footsteps grew closer. Only when the darkened frame of Governor Swann appeared before his bars, keys in hand, did he open his eyes fuller.

"You must come quickly," the governor said quietly, almost inaudibly, as he stuck the key in the lock and turned. The door creaked and groaned as it swung open and Will did not take the time to ask questions. He quickly heaved himself onto his feet and preceded the older man down the dark hallway, ignoring the chorus of pleas and begs from the prisoners he was leaving behind.

"Where are we going?" Will whispered, slowing his pace slightly so as to allow the governor to catch up.

"We are not going anywhere," Weatherby replied. He was out of breath and clearly anxious. "I am sending you on an errand of sorts."

"An errand?"

"Yes," Weatherby sighed. "To find my daughter and bring her home safely."

"Rosalind has been sent to do that," Will reminded him, a bit irritated. "Have you no faith in her?"

"I have faith that she believes she can accomplish Beckett's wishes," Weatherby replied. "And I have faith that she will try. But word has already reached England of Beckett's demands and her father wrote me just this afternoon of his fear over her safety." Will inwardly questioned the man's fear for her safety when he abandoned her in Port Royale, but said nothing. "Bring them both back and you will be rewarded."

"I am not in need of one," Will replied. "And what of Jack?"

"I don't care about Jack Sparrow," he said, rather coldly. "Just find the girls."

"You don't care that Jack makes Elizabeth happy?" Will replied, not afraid to challenge him.

"I care a great deal about my daughter's happiness. I believe that she will easily find it elsewhere." He paused, apparently just as unwilling to back down as Will. "Now hurry. We haven't much time."

They walked the rest of the way without speaking until they were outside. Will spotted the carriage right away, and continued his silence as Governor Swann opened the door and practically shoved him inside. Will would wonder later if it was out of haste for Elizabeth or anger towards himself.

Will looked across to the almost empty seat in front of him… sitting there, obviously put in place by the governor, was a pistol. That would certainly come in handy…

The carriage ride was short and bumpy, giving Will hardly enough time to adjust to what was happening. He had the basic assumptions of where he was going. He knew his task, but barely knew how he was going to go about accomplishing it. Tortuga came to mind… that would be a likely place to find Jack, and finding Jack meant finding Elizabeth, and hopefully Rosalind.

The horses came to a quick stop and Will realized they were at the docks. However, a better idea had just started to formulate in the back of Will's mind. To find a pirate, he'd have to think like one. Before the governor had the chance to dismount from the driver's seat, Will quietly slipped out the opposite side and headed back towards town.

It didn't take long to reach his destination. Hiding in the shadows provided by the clouds obscuring the moonlight, he watched the room on the second floor, watching and waiting as Beckett's silhouette moved about. The climb to the balcony outside his office would not be easy, but at least he could recount upon his memories of commandeering a ship to help him.

Finally, all light retreated from the room. With a heavy sigh caught somewhere between apprehension and regret, he made his move.

There would be no going back after this…

A/N: A nice cliffhanger to be resolved in a later chapter!

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