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Deliverance	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Deliverance
- 2-Elizabeth
- 3-will
- 4-Sand
- 5-Pearl
- 6-Journey
- 7-Cave
- 8-Ritual
- 9-Calypso
- 10-Return
- 11-Awake
- 12-Asleep
- 13-Reunion
- 14-Avoidance
- 15-Cabin
- 16-Jones
- 17-Tattoo
- 18-Irrevocable
- 11
- 12
- 13
Will reflects some whilst Elizabeth sleeps, and Jack catches up with Barbossa.

Asleep

Will watched Elizabeth sleep for a while longer. Although the discovery of her perfidy had been a shock, he was rapidly rationalizing her behaviour to fit into his previous perception of her - no doubt prompted by the mindless fear which had consumed him as he watched her engage in the arcane rituals to reclaim Jack, and then disappear herself to a place beyond any help Jack�s crew could render her.
Will�s Elizabeth was a bold and fiercely loyal woman; even as a young girl, she had commanded attention and respect - although she was near to three years younger than he, Elizabeth had been the one who insisted on knowing where he was to be apprenticed, and when she could visit to see that he was settled after they first arrived in Port Royal. It was Elizabeth who had descended from the Governor�s Mansion to visit him at the smithy - at first accompanied by maidservants, then after a couple of years during which time she had perfected the art of giving her companions the slip - alone and in secret.
When Will had pleaded with her to refrain from such dangerous and incriminating behaviour, she had cheerfully discounted his rational fears, telling him he was her oldest and dearest friend in the Caribbean, and how could anyone find scandal in that? And Will never had the strength of mind to enforce his tentative suggestions. Truthfully, he didn�t really want to stop Elizabeth from visiting; her obvious affection for him, her guileless friendship, and her frank confessions about the vapidity and dullness of her social peers delighted him. They had arrived in this place together; Will an orphan in hopeful search of his father, and Elizabeth a young girl with no mother to guide her. It was inevitable that they would find comfort in each other; isolated so far away from everything familiar, intimidated by the strange and exotic foreign land in which they found themselves adrift.
Governor Swann was too occupied with assuming the mantle of authority to spare adequate time for his young daughter, leaving her mostly in the charge of a nanny who had traveled with them from England, but who had been rendered so seasick by the long voyage that it was fully a month before she was able to function properly again. Within this period, the headstrong Elizabeth had grasped the reins of freedom quite fiercely in her hands, and future restriction was to prove ineffectual. With Nanny Blackwell�s incapacity, Elizabeth was entrusted to the care of a young housemaid barely five years older than her charge. Estrella had been woefully ill-equipped for the task of restraining a determined and forceful twelve year old, and by the time Nanny Blackwell was recovered enough to take her complaints to Governor Swann, the damage had been done.
On the other hand, Will�s fate had been decided for him by remote figures of men he didn�t know, and seldom saw. Rescued from the sinking ship, he was destitute save for the clothes on his back. The Naval officers in charge of the Dauntless decreed his fate with little or no consultation at all; Will Turner would be apprenticed to the first craftsman prepared to accept him when they docked. In the meantime, after he recovered from his watery ordeal, he was put to work for the remainder of the voyage aiding the steward in distributing rations from the hold. It was hardly a wonder that he and Elizabeth gravitated towards each other under the circumstances.
Will�s accommodations in Port Royal had turned out to be satisfactory insofar as it was possible for one to be content with a future in which he had no say at all. Mr Brown was a pleasant man, and skilled at his trade. Will learned quickly, so that by the time Mrs Brown passed away a few years later, and her devastated husband took to the bottle for comfort, Will had become a skilled artisan in his own right. He was well on his way to becoming a respected and upstanding citizen of the community, and then his world turned upside down on itself.
Will realised he was in love with his childhood friend on her eighteenth birthday; the Governor decided to throw a huge ball for his beloved daughter to celebrate this special day. As soon as the idea was suggested, Elizabeth begged Will to attend, but this was one social chasm that even Will dared not cross. Realising that she would never prevail over his strong sense of propriety, Elizabeth had immediately demanded that her party be a masked costume ball. Will could have no possible objection to attending in disguise and she assured him that she would not be disappointed if he left before the midnight unmasking - as long as he promised to attend, and dance with her at least twice.
Will had conceded. He made himself a costume as a pirate - an irony which had struck him many times since his first encounter with Jack Sparrow - complete with an eye patch, an earring and several days� growth of beard. He would not be recognised, and he knew of Elizabeth�s fascination with Blackbeard and Captain Morgan. How could he not? For who else did she have to recount the tales from her forbidden reading to?
Elizabeth recognised him immediately he arrived for she he pressed him into revealing his disguise. She made her way to greet him warmly and graciously, trying to hide the mischief of conspiracy sparkling in her eyes, as he entered the Governor�s Mansion for the first time as someone other than a tradesman. She called him Mr Williams, and her attention made him popular with the other young ladies of quality present.
But despite their attentions, Will could not take his eyes off Elizabeth. Like a true swan emerging from a fuzzy brown chick, this young woman was nothing like the girl who visited him at the forge. Elizabeth always came to town in unremarkable, plain dresses - possibly even borrowed from Estrella, who even after all this time was unable to deny her anything - but this was Miss Swann, the Governor�s daughter, and she looked every inch the part, dressed as her namesake Queen Elizabeth. She had confessed to Will that her first choice was to attend as Cleopatra, but that Governor Swann immediately forbade her when he saw a drawing of the costume she wanted Estrella to make, in a book about Egyptian history. Second choice notwithstanding, Will had been dazzled; he had always loved Elizabeth but she had not taken the step from child to woman in his eyes before that night, and seeing her arrayed in all her society finery with the feminine enhancements it provided, was a revelation to her childhood friend. His heart had jumped up into his throat, and other parts of his body had simply jumped up.
Her hair was piled atop her head, emphasizing the graceful curve of her neck and shoulders, which led his eyes further down to the plunging neckline of her blue velvet gown; this woman looked as different from the girl who sat on his workbench in the forge, as a laundry maid from a Queen, and along with his rising interest, Will longed to brush his fingers all over that newly exposed creamy skin to see if it was as soft and silky as it looked.
Despite Jack�s many derogatory allusions to his state of chastity, Will was not - nor had been at this point for quite some years - celibate. Apprenticed to a man the whole town knew to be drunk and lazy, it had long been known that all of the excellent craftsmanship leaving Brown�s forge was created by William Turner. His undoubted skill and the inherent sense of honour which prevented him from denouncing Mr Brown publicly, coupled with his youth and undeniable good looks, had led to his being considered one of the most eligible young men in Port Royal by the young ladies of the merchant classes, and he had not been short of offers or pleasurable company since he turned seventeen.

Will was discrete and cautious; he was careful never to make promises which could be misinterpreted - he treated the burgher�s daughters, housemaids and loose women exactly the same - he was proud of the fact that there was no bevy of affronted females lining up to slap his face for some perceived transgression.
Young Will Turner was neither a eunuch, nor had been a virgin these many years; but never had his heart and his cock been so aligned in their desires as they found themselves that night at the Governor�s Mansion. To say that he hadn�t been expecting Elizabeth, would have been an understatement the size of the Caribbean; she was his best friend, the sister of his heart, yet he had never really seen her before this night, and now that his eyes had opened he was so bewitched by the girl he had known for years, that he could think of no one else.
When Elizabeth spotted him from across the ballroom and immediately began working her way towards him - discretely, slowly, but implacably - Will was grateful for the baldric and sword belt that disguised his rampant erection; Elizabeth�s gown was indecent! Elizabeth had breasts and everyone could see them! Why wasn�t Governor Swann covering her with shawls and sackcloth? Will was suddenly struck by the thought of the Cleopatra costume which had been deemed unsuitable - how could her father have ever perceived that this was any better?
Elizabeth arrived in front of him, looking like a Goddess descended to earth, surrounded by a tantalizing light floral scent which made Will�s knees shake, and sweat prickle out on his face. Luckily, Elizabeth was so pleased by his attendance that she barely noticed his monosyllabic replies to her excited chatter.
They danced together, Will keeping a circumspect distance between her and his betraying body. He stared over her left shoulder, unwilling to look anywhere else, lest his eyes betray him and Elizabeth catch him looking at her breasts. Afterwards he retreated to the balcony and tried desperately to cool his heated skin and come to terms with his sudden revelation.
Etiquette allowed for only two dances with each partner, and as soon as he had claimed his second place on her dance card, Will fled from the Governor�s Mansion. He had told Elizabeth he would not stay for the unmasking at midnight in case his presence caused trouble for her, but he knew she had expected him to stay later than this. He could not however, bear to stay in the same room and watch all the more �suitable� young men of Port Royal - including Lieutenant Norrington - who must be at least ten years older than her - being welcomed affably by her father, as they gazed languishingly after her. They did not know Elizabeth like he did. All they saw was a beautiful trophy to decorate their arm. They didn�t know of her fascination with pirate tales, or how she liked to stand on the shore and breathe in the ocean, nor that she wanted to learn sword fighting.
Looking down onto Elizabeth�s slumbering form now, Will was suddenly struck by the fact that maybe he hadn�t known Elizabeth as well as he had imagined that fateful night. Maybe he should have treated the things he did know about her that no one else did, far more seriously; if he had not dismissed her absorption with tales of the High Seas as an endearing eccentricity, and looked beneath the surface to why she found piracy so fascinating, a lot of what had occurred in the past year might have been avoided. Of course, that may also have led to their never becoming engaged, and Will could not regret that.
After Elizabeth�s party, Will had regretfully concluded that her visits to the forge must end; she was now out in the society of Port Royal, which was certainly more lax than it would have been if they still lived in London; but any indiscretions sniffed out by the matronly brigade would ruin her chances for a good marriage. Will might be only on the fringes of polite society, but he knew how it worked, and not for the world would he jeopardize his beloved Elizabeth.
It was with pained resignation that he accepted his fate was to worship from afar, but as it turned out his noble sacrifice was unnecessary. Elizabeth�s father took the action in his stead. A hastily scribbled note full of apologies and distress, explaining the Governor�s - to Elizabeth - inexplicable desire to see her behave as a lady; and in her dear departed mother�s stead, as the Lady of the Mansion - arrived by way of Elizabeth�s most trusted servant Estrella, lamenting that she would no longer be able to visit as freely as before, but that Will must not take this to mean she no longer valued their friendship or his company, and that he was to always approach her should she be at any time in a proximity for him to do so.
Will tried to forget the change which had come over him by renewing courtships with several eligible young daughters of the Port Royal merchant classes, who had indicated that they would welcome his attentions, but nothing displaced Elizabeth in his mind, and when he had almost cried out her name as he finished jerkily all over the inner thighs of one of the pretty barmaids at the Royal Oak; a girl who shared Elizabeth�s tawny hair and slender figure, Will had known that it was useless. He withdrew from the society of the respectable girls, and regretfully extricated himself from the dalliances with Lucy Green of the Royal Oak and the somewhat less respectable Widow Webster whose tavern, unlike the Royal Oak which was a respectable hostelry, was in the dockside area of Port Royal, and serviced more sailors than townsfolk.
Will resigned himself to the release of his own hand, and the relief of knowing that any indiscretion he might make would never reflect back on his beloved.
It was a resolution which had carried him through the abduction by and rescue of Elizabeth from Barbossa, and the inevitability of knowing she would marry Norrington, for his one act of noble piracy made him even less acceptable than he had been as a blacksmith.
Even when she had stood at his side during his reckless attempt to free Jack from the hangman�s noose, and destroyed whatever was left of her reputation after the scandal of being held captive on a pirate ship, Will determined to uphold what he knew to be the truth. Her good name may have been blemished, but her virtue remained absolute, and he would not - absolutely would not - compromise it before their wedding, no matter what anyone - even Elizabeth herself had to say on the matter.
He accepted now that this latest scandal to attach itself to Elizabeth�s name would bear no recovery. She had been imprisoned, and had broken out at gunpoint by threatening the life of an influential and vindictive man. It seemed rather foolish to try and preserve something so intangible as a woman�s chastity in the face of such scandal, and Will might have found himself finally giving in to her tentative encouragements now, had she ever renewed the shy offers she had made throughout the year of their engagement .
But she hadn�t. When Will thought back , he realised that he had only been reunited with his Elizabeth, the fiancée he had loved and left in a Port Royal jail cell, for less than five minutes before everything had imploded on them. She had run into his arms on the beach, and one kiss and short embrace later, she was gone. Lost initially to some exclusive intimacy between herself and Jack, which - gallingly, even Norrington seemed privy to, and then by the immediacy of his battle with the other men; but after that, more and greater disasters piled upon them one after the other, culminating in the sinking of the Black Pearl and the loss of Jack Sparrow.
And his sparkling and joyous Elizabeth was gone - he couldn�t say she was cold, for emotion she had in plenty, but all focused inwards, on her own pain - what he now recognised as her guilt. Because Will could not accept that Elizabeth was anything other than a good person, despite the recent revelations to the contrary; the behaviour which had so worried him since they had set off on the Dragonfly - her sadness, her withdrawal, which he had come to dread as a change in her affections - Will found convenient to explain as guilt and abhorrence for her own actions. He had been shocked and in denial at first, but the human mind is extraordinarily adept at rationalizing to suit its own perceptions, and in spite of his harsh words to Elizabeth on the deck previously, Will had managed to create his own interpretation of the past two months which aligned more favorably with how he wanted to regard the events that followed.
Now that Jack was restored, he hoped to see an improvement in Elizabeth�s mood, a lessening of her shame. Of course, the first thing she would want to do upon awakening would probably be to go and see Jack, to plead for his forgiveness, and Will admitted that any improvement in her attitude could only result from hearing Jack himself tell her that it was forgotten. Where this fit in with Will�s inexplicable impulse to keep them apart was harder to reconcile, but he hoped he would think of something when the occasion arose. He sighed and turned to rejoin the crew on deck, when he heard Elizabeth groan and twist in Gibbs� hammock. Will immediately returned to her side, seeing that she seemed to be very slowly regaining consciousness.

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Jack had calmed somewhat whilst being fed by his anxious crew. The initial shock of finding Barbossa�s amongst the circle of faces greeting his resurrection wore off slightly as his stomach filled and he began to feel more like a human being and less like something the Kraken spat up. He had noticed Will�s discomfort and distracted gaze, and wondered exactly what had happened between Bootstrap�s boy and Miss Lizzie in his absence. Had there been confessions all round, and pleas for forgiveness? Had Will seen what Elizabeth did - the good and bad parts of it (which Jack admitted, changed in perspective depending upon where you had been standing on the deck). Had Elizabeth admitted her actions to him, or had it been unnecessary?
Jack couldn�t remember where Will had been situated on the deck before Elizabeth�s farewell. Pretty much everything between her prowling towards him as the crew lowered the long boat, and the moment when she turned and fled from what she had done, was lost in the memory of how she tasted; her soft, plush lips, her hot, aggressive tongue slipping behind his teeth and curling eagerly around his, learning every ridge and hollow of his mouth, the position of every gold tooth - whilst her left hand traced the suddenly insanely sensitive skin of his neck and behind his ear, and her right hand dispensed it�s treachery.
Had Will taught her to kiss like that, like a Tortuga dock tart? Jack suspected not - the lad was far too honourable to touch his lady so. Ah, but Lizzie though - his pirate lass was definitely aggressive enough to conceive of such an advance despite her actual inexperience. Jack wondered if Will had been benefiting from her experimental kissing techniques while he had been dead, or whether the boy was so twitchy for another reason entirely.
He was unhappy with this line of thought, and decided that he needed to focus on something other than the temporarily absent Miss Swann. It was time to deal with Hector Barbossa.
Fun though it undoubtedly was to taunt his former first mate, Jack could not help but be aware that somewhere between the galley and the helm he had lost Will. The younger man was obviously off somewhere warning Elizabeth of his waking, or maybe helping her to hide from Jack. All pointless of course; they were on a ship in the middle of the ocean - his ship - there were only so many places a person could go to avoid someone else, and Jack knew every last one of them.
Pintel and Ragetti had also mysteriously disappeared when they saw Jack climbing the steps to the quarter deck, finding suddenly urgent jobs which needed doing immediately at the other end of the ship.
Barbossa greeted Jack�s appearance with every impression of long-suffering tolerance. Although he would have clearly loved to have ordered the newly resurrected Captain off the deck, he knew that was not an option, and endured Jack�s taunts and threats stoically.
When he himself had been brought back from the dead, he had spent a lot longer recovering; laid out and unable to move or focus, on a pallet in the back of Tia Dalma�s hut. He had heard through the haze of his regeneration, voices which seemed familiar -and which he leaned later belonged to Jack, Turner and the dregs of his own cursed crew - come to the witch for help in yet another of Sparrow�s mad schemes. The one which seemed as if it were to finally put an end to that eternal thorn in his side, Captain Jack Sparrow.
There were not words enough to express how galling it was for Barbossa to discover that his own resurrection had been staged only for the benefit of facilitating Sparrow�s, but he had come to terms with it on the voyage here, finally admitting that being alive was infinitely preferable to being dead.
He had known that Jack�s resurrection would occur differently than his own, but it was especially infuriating to see the irritating little man up and bouncing around in full possession of his faculties barely more than twelve hours after his ordeal at World�s End.
How Jack Sparrow always managed to land on his feet despite the weight of circumstances stacked against him aggravated Barbossa no end. The man positively led a charmed life; he had avoided being cursed by being mutinied upon - a gift from Barbossa himself - escaped after being marooned - twice, saved from the gallows who knew how many times, and even Davy Jones, master of the ocean had been unable to collect his due from the slippery pirate.
Barbossa chose to ignore the fact that Jack had actually been eaten by the Kraken, because after all - he had managed to overcome that, too! He knew it was irrational to be so annoyed over Jack�s resurrection, after all that was the purpose of this whole voyage, and he had known so from the beginning. Barbossa had not enjoyed his own death; it had been quite unpleasant, and that was the most he was willing to recall of those months. He had agreed with alacrity to do whatever was required to restore his mortal life, and he had really thought that he was at ease with the knowledge that it was Jack Sparrow his fate was tied to. Until the Captain awoke and reminded him just exactly why he had mutinied against him in the first place.
But Barbossa was a cautious man; he had displayed it in many less-than-admirable ways in the past, and he was aware that no matter how galling he might find the fact that he now had to deal with Jack again, he was not in a position to take any overt action against him. He glared at Jack, annoyed by everything about the younger man, from his beaded hair which was even more provocative without the lost bandana, down to his unnecessary extra belt and ridiculous sash. Sparrow was burbling some rubbish - playing to his captive audience, when Barbossa suddenly noticed that his eyes were wandering; his attention certainly wasn�t focused on what he was currently doing. He might be convincing this gullible band of miscreants, but Hector Barbossa was no fool; Jack was distracted - he was looking for something�or should that be someone else? And who was missing of course, but Turner�s young lady - and now that Barbossa came to think of it, Bootstrap�s boy had also abdicated from the throng surrounding Jack, and it would hardly take Jack long to come up with the conclusion that they were absent somewhere - together.

Hector was hard pressed to keep the smirk off his face. Lies the wind in that quarter? he thought smugly to himself. He had watched the girl beat herself up over what she had done to Sparrow for nigh on two months now, but it had simply never occurred to him that there might be feelings involved on both sides. Jack tended to forgive women more easily than men, and Hector had never really supposed that he would return from the beyond vowing vengeance and all manner of retribution on the girl, as he had for Hector himself. If he had considered it at all, he would have concluded that Jack might allow the girl to wallow in guilt and contrition for a week or so, and then dismiss her remorse and move on to the next thing, directing the lass and her boy back to land somewhere. Although, in retrospect maybe it should have occurred to him that Jack had finally fallen prey to the wiles of a woman; for after all had it not been as soon as he turned his pistol on the chit and threatened to shoot her in the treasure cave at the Isla De Muerta that Jack had ultimately found the balls to release his own shot into Hector�s chest?
If it was indeed so, then it made for a delicious irony, and Hector was suddenly inspired with the perfect opportunity to cast a pall over the joy of Jack�s return, and with all the added benefit of having no conflict with his avowal to help rescue Sparrow and subsequently not endanger him in any way. He would have to consider how to proceed with great care.
Whilst Barbossa was rejoicing in his cunning plan, Jack was suddenly beginning to feel rather strange; the unusual burst of energy and vitality which he had been enjoying since he awoke was rapidly draining away from him, leaving him lethargic and somewhat disoriented. He swayed alarmingly and clutched the wheel for balance; he might have toppled over had Gibbs not sprung forward to catch him.
Jack settled an unfocused gaze on his first mate, �Joshamee, I think - I think I have a need to go back to bed,� he slurred, staggering against the burly man�s shoulder.
Gibbs motioned for Cotton to take Jack�s other arm, and between them they supported the suddenly limp Captain down the stairs. �Aye, Jack - looks as though you overdid it,� Gibbs agreed as they guided him back into his cabin. A quick glance at the couch assured Gibbs that Will had taken Miss Elizabeth somewhere else to rest, and they managed to maneuver a now almost insensible Jack Sparrow onto his bed.
Just as Jack collapsed onto the mattress and let out a huffy snore, the hatch to the crew decks opened beyond the open cabin door, and Will and Elizabeth emerged into the bright morning sun. Elizabeth squinted against the glare after the dimness below, but the second her eyes alighted on Gibbs and Cotton exiting the great cabin, she leapt forward and demanded answers from them. �Has he woken up yet? Did he speak? Does he look any better?�
Gibbs patted her arm reassuringly. �He was up and about for a bit, Miss �Lizabeth,� he said calmingly. �Went to the galley, had something to eat. Even had a go at old Barbossa there - but he�s tired himself out and gone back for a bit of a nap. Likely he�ll be out of it for a few hours or so, but no need for a watch over him now, I�ll warrant.�
Almost growling with frustration, Elizabeth pushed past the two pirates in Jack�s doorway. How could she have slept away the whole time that Jack was up? Who knew how long he would need to recuperate this time - was she never to get a chance to talk to him, beg his forgiveness? She marched over to the bed she had sat beside so recently, and stared longingly at its unconscious occupant. He did look undoubtedly better than he had when she finally gave up the battle against slumber last night, his colour was better and there was no sign of blood seeping through any of the bandages into his clothing.
He looked so young asleep; younger than she knew he must be - with his thick dark lashes caressing his face, and the full sensuous lower lip slightly pouted from whatever dream he was experiencing, he was the most beautiful man Elizabeth had ever seen. Shielded by her back turned towards the other occupants of the room, she allowed her fingers to caress the back of his hand as it lay on top of the faded quilt, and at last she felt the tight knot of fear which had lived in her stomach for the past two months begin to loosen up.
He was here; actually here - in the same room as her, and not looking like something the Kraken spat up anymore, but beginning to look like Jack again. Now if only she could only hear his rich, sultry voice whisper innuendo to her, call her love, and darlin�, as he wove his undeniable spell around her; if he would just open his eyes so that she could drown willingly in the unfathomable whisky-colored depths of them, she could begin to mend the broken places inside of her. Nonetheless, a smile started to pull up the corners of her lips, the first genuine smile to grace her features since she climbed into a long boat and watched a ship sink. Elizabeth was unaware that she was crying until the bitterness of salt trickled onto her parted lips and into her mouth. �Oh, God,� she whispered, more to herself than the men behind her, but Gibbs came up and patted her reassuringly on the back. �It worked, it really worked!�
�Aye, that it did,� he agreed happily, and when she turned to look at him through the haze of her relieved tears, he was grinning so wide he looked as though his face might split in half. �You did a good job, Miss �Lizabeth, an� we�re all mighty proud of ye!�
�Elizabeth, please come and have something to eat,� Will�s voice from the doorway broke into the moment of gratitude for their Captain that she and Gibbs were sharing, and Elizabeth reluctantly drew her hand away from Jack, only to find that she had somehow slipped her fingers through to entwine with his, and that despite his unconscious state, they were clasping tightly on to each other�s hand. Elizabeth bit her lip as she disentangled their fingers, and she felt an immediate chill at the loss of contact. But even that could not dampen her thrill that she had not let the crew or Barbossa down, and had actually succeeded in bringing their Captain back. She would wait to speak with him as long as it took for him to be restored to full functioning individuality. On an impulse she turned around and hugged the person nearest to her, which happened to be Gibbs, the residual tears on her face dampening his shirt. Gibbs gasped like a beached whale, and his arms flapped nervously around, unsure what to do with an armful of clinging, weepy female; the look he sent to Will and Cotton was laden with panic and his eyes screamed Help!

Although Will couldn�t entirely contain the hurt that encompassed him at Elizabeth�s emotional outburst, the appalled expression on Gibbs� face injected sufficient humour into the situation for him to move over and draw Elizabeth away from the uncomfortable first mate, and into his own arms. �Come on, Elizabeth. You need to keep your energy up,� he said leading her away from the bed. �Gibbs is right - you did wonderfully well; I don�t think anyone thanked you for Jack yet, but it was obviously a huge drain on you, and you need feeding.�
�Yes - yes, you�re right,� Elizabeth agreed, favoring him with a watery smile which still made his breath catch for it was the first one he had seen in months, even if it was a little soggy round the edges. She reached up and kissed his cheek gently. �Thank you so much, Will. You never questioned why I had to do this, and supported me even without understanding. I know I�ve disappointed you recently, and still you stand by me. You�re a wonderful man, Will Turner.� She didn�t say more, simply moving outside towards the main deck, and Will wondered why, after such an impassioned speech, he got the uncomfortable feeling that there was a But��following.

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Yes, Elizabeth has but-face. Is anyone still reading this, or has the AFF decision to make you log in to review driven most people away? I know I am less inclined to leave a review now that I have to log in first. And I know that makes me a hypocrite.
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