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-Captain Autumn-

-I own the lyrics to the music box! no one's actually singing it, i just though they fit in with this chapter-

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"When the days are long and dark.
Hear the song of my beating heart.
Tears I've shed for you are still,
my pain I've felt is real."

"When my heart bleeds for you.
Ne'er to die, never to choose.
Life or death, neither is as cruel.
Neither will lead me home."

Oh. Well, this can't end well. Maybe I should have just let Maelstrom killed me when he had the chance. That would have spared a lot. Oh my goodness, I am the worst fiancee in the world! I collapsed (for about the ninth time in the last five minutes) into the barstool again and sat there, downing more rum, feeling sorry for myself. I couldn't stop her. She'd still find a way to tell him. She would. Unless she was dead...no, I'm a good person. Aw, who am I kidding? I'm a pirate. I think everyone knows where most pirates end up. So why not kill her? Why not kill Miss Fiancee-Stealer's? She deserves to die.

And, as I was sitting here filling sorry for myself (and thinking about possible ways I could murder Sara) I remembered something. Jack, who had ran after Sara with apparently no luck, wordlessly came in. And I wordlessly stared up at him, about to cry. I knew Jack hated it when I cried. Hell, I hated it too. But the tears were coming. You know why?

One word, love. Realization.

"The compass didn't point to Will." I whispered, quietly. Jack, who had braced himself to get into comforting position, stood back up a little with a face I hadn't seen in a long time. When he didn't say anything, I whispered, "That day when Will was in the pub. It didn't point to Will...because Will was in the pub...not-"

"-on the balcony." Jack groaned, collapsing beside me, resting his head in his hands as if I had just told him that...nevermind. That really wouldn't help my situation out any. Jack, not looking at me, asked me in a quiet voice, "What are you trying to say?"

"I don't know."

"Michelle, you must know." Jack said, looking up at me. He hardly ever calls me my first name. It's always "Elle" but mostly 'love' or "darlin'". Closing my eyes, allowing more tears to flow down my cheeks, I said, "Jack. I don't."

"You can't still be in love with me." Jack said, in a harsh whispered. "Elle, you can't. Will...I'm...I am not going thru this again." Jack said in a more than tired and annoyed voice. He looked as if he shouldn't have said anything, but I said, "Will's already told me, Jack. I know."

"Than why are you setting me up for it again, Elle? You know how I am. If you-" He broke off and shook his head. "Is that why you paired up with me back there?"

"Goodness, Jack. Of course not. I was trying to make Will mad."

"Well, darlin'. I think we've both done that. Now, Sara's goin' to tell Will that you and I were in here...No. I am not going thru this again." Jack repeated as he stood up, not looking at me. He motioned for me to follow him. I did so, not saying a word to him. Because, honestly, I was scared at what Jack was going to say. Gosh, I always call Elizabeth all these names because she kissed almost every man she laid eyes on...well, alright...not EVERY man...but still.

Now, I was well on my way to becoming one.

No. Because she broke Will, Jack and Norrington's heart. I haven't broken any.

Yet.

Oh, goodness. What the hell is wrong with me?

I had never seen Jack like this. And I really didn't think that I ever wanted to see him like this again. He led me down another path, a different way to the ships. I wrinkled my nose, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"We need to sort all of this out, love. I'm not having any part in breaking William's heart again." Jack mumbled as he cut thru some tress and branches that were in our path. "I've done that enough in the last hundred and fifty years."

We finally go to a clearing. There was a waterfall, and the sun light was bearly peeking thru the trees that had created a sort of second sky. It was very beautiful. Having no idea how he knew where this was, nor caring to find out, I sat down on a rock and faced the waterfall. "What happened between us, Jack?"

I saw him smile as he came to sit beside me. Even though he was beside me, he made sure to keep his distance. "I don't know. I mean, we were both so young-"

"We still are a century later, Jack."

Ignoring my comment, he continued, "-I guess...we just grew apart, love." He glanced over at me, unsure if I still felt that way. While I was completely in love with Will, Jack...Jack...

It was a weird emotion. Jack was just...Jack. He was almost, in a cliche way of speaking, bewitching. And no girl could resist his charms.
Yes, I'm making Lizzie sound good...well, love. At least I was drunk when I kissed him.

"I did love you though. A lot." He whispered to me, as if he didn't want me to hear him. Smiling to myself, as I tossed a stone into the river, I asked him, "You don't anymore?"

"I don't know."

Oh my goodness. Am I in hell?

Jack looked over at me, and said, "That wasn't the answer you wanted, was it?" When I shook my head, he asked me, "What about you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked him, turning around and back to the waterfall, knowing clear and well what he was talking about.

"I don't know." I replied, looking up at him. We shouldn't be this close. If Will finds us...

"I didn't believe her." Came a voice from behind us. "Damn it." Jack mumbled as he leaned back on the stone, closing his eyes. Tears rolled down my cheeks as Will pulled me up and said, "How the hell could you, Elle? You promised that-"

"Will, it wasn't-"

"You know what?" Will said, releasing me. "You sound just like your cousin. You sound just like Elizabeth. I mean, why the bloody hell should I think that you would be any different?" I took this moment to glance at Sara who was smirking over Will's shoulder. I honestly wanted to kill her. I really did.

No, because then she'd "fear death" and spend an eternity on Will's ship. Face it, Elle. You'll never win. And not only that, you probably just lost the two people in this world that you love the most. Your best friend...

...and your fiancee.

"You're a Swann. I should have expected it."

"Don't you dare even begin to compare me with her." I spat at him. "I'm not Elizabeth."

"Then stop acting liking, Your Highness." Jack had come up behind me to defend me when Will said that to me in a completely murderous, unlike Will tone. But I didn't get a chance to hear what Jack said to Will, because at that moment, I ran past them and into the path that Jack had cut down moments ago.

Tears were stinging my eyes and making my vision so blurry, I was afraid that I was going to trip over something since I couldn't see. I nearly ran into Grant and Bootstrap as I neared my ship, but dodged them and overhearing Bootstrap uttering an "Oh no."

"Captain? Are you alright?" Jake asked me when I got on the top deck. I tried to force a smile, but that only made more tears come out for some reason. Shaking my head, but uttering a "Yes." I excused myself from him, and went below deck, reaching under my bed, and grabbing Will's chest. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on it and cried.

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"Are you sure this is what you want, love?" Grant asked me. I knew Bootstrap had told him everything, since he occasionally glared at Jack, and repeatedly came over to me and comforted me. I nodded as he put an arm around me and said, "Yes. I'm sure. I have complete faith in you guys, and if I am to be cursed if you fail, then I deserve it. I just think it'd be best for me to leave."

I didn't look at Will as I said that, not wanting to see his reaction. Getting hugs from My parents, Grant, and Boostrap, I walked over to Jack. He embraced me and whispered, "I'm sorry, love. I truly am."

"I know, Jack. You tried to explain to him-" I was about to choke up, so I smiled and said, "-I don't blame you." He smiled down and mouthed, 'I love you' so Will would hear. I laughed and mouthed back, 'As I do you'.

Sending a very murderous glare in Sara's direction, I took the chest from Jake, and walked over to Will. This was the first time that he had actually looked at me since the night before. I stared down at the chest, feeling the faint beating of Will's heart thru the bottom of it.

I wordlessly held it out to Will, who pushed it back to me and whispered, "Keep it." I glanced up at him, making my heart skip a beat when our gazes locked, and said, "Will, I can't-"

He shook his head and said, "No. Keep it. We just both need to think about what we're doing and we're going to do. But I promised that my heart would always belong to you. I keep my promises." I knew he intended for those words to stab me in my own heart. And they did just that. At that moment, I felt like handing him the chest back, but I knew that that's what he was waiting to see that I would do. And if I did that, it would seem as if I didn't love him. And I did.

I closed my eyes, and nodded, as I followed Jake off of the Pearl without another look at any of them.

Once I was on my ship, Jake walked up to me and asked, "Orders, Captain?"

"As I sail away from you,
Pain sets in, and sees me through.
Lies, and death will come soon for me.
But I shall never die."

Lazily, and not taking my eyes off of the chest that I clutched so tightly, I said to him, "Take 'er back to London." Jake suddenly looked shocked, but nonetheless, ran down to the other crew and yelled for them to turn her around.

"Beating heart locked inside the chest.
Haunted pasts, and no love to last.
You are gone, but still with me.
And love shall never die."

Later that night, I found myself laying on my bed awake, staring at the chest that was on the other side of the room. Oh, what the bloody hell am I doing? I should be turning this damn ship around, and going back to Will to tell him that I love him. I only love him, not Jack nor any other man. I love Will. Realizing this, I hopped up from my bed, and ran out of the captain's quarters, not caring that I was in my night gown that would have my father yelling at me for running out with it on in men's presence.

Ok, Daddy? My crewman are used to me doing stupid stuff like this. Not that I should do this, I just don't think. I never do think, now that I come to think of it. Because, if I stopped to bloody think everyone and a while, I wouldn't be sailing to bloody LONDON! Away from WILL my FIANCEE!

"Jake, we have a need to turn 'er-" I paused for a moment. Something wasn't right. Even thought it was late at night, someone should have been on deck doing their shift. No one was on deck. "Jake? David? Micheal? Anyone?" I asked as I nervously walked around on the deck, trying to hold my night gown down as the winds blew.

It was then, that I realized where we were. We were in London...nor where we anywhere near going to London. Oh...my...
I froze on the stairs when a chilling voice called from behind me, "Now. What be the reason for ye, a beautiful young Pirate Queen, to be out all alone in suck a dangerous part of the oceans?"

I heard foosteps come closer as he asked me, standing so close to me, I could feel his breath tickle the back of my neck. In a scary way, of course. "Where's your lad? More importantly, where is his chest?"

"None of your business." I hissed at him, daring not to look at him. "What do you want?"

"Ah, Mrs. Turner." I closed my eyes as he called me that. One) because I wasn't Mrs Turner yet...and Two) because it made me think of Will, who I was staring to think that I would never see again. "You know exactly what I want."

He spun me around, forcing me to look Barbossa in the eye. His yellow-toothed grin grew into a smile when I was forced to stare at him. That evil gleam in his eyes, as he said to me, "You're going to help me get them. Because, once Sparrow and Turner find out that you've been kidnapped by the likes of me, they'll come running to thier distressin' damsels rescue."

Honestly. It's damsel in distress. Why can't anyone get that right?

My eyes grew wide when I saw Maelstrom's (my father only by blood, since that was the only thing he ever gave me) rose out of the ocean's depths. I looked up at Barbossa in horror as he spat at me, "Welcome aboard the Evil Rose, Mrs. Turner."

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