It's finally here! The sequel to Take What You Can and Give Nothing Back! It was so fun writing the first story, but I feel more confident writing this ones o far since I am more sure on how I am writing this after weeks of planning it out as I finish up the last few chapters of the last story.

Do you like the title? My friend who is reading this in emails that I send her helped pick it out.

I had edited the last chapter after my friend had yelled at me to fix it for some reason. Just a heads up!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights of Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Sarah Williams and Abigail Unger. I also do own the family that appears in this chapter!

CHAPTER 1:
Facing Charges.

"You have to focus, Abby," Will instructed as he held his stance while holding a sword with Abby standing across mirroring.

Abby swallowed and nodded. "I know. I know. Don't be afraid. Don't fear of being hurt. Yeah…I got this…" Her voice trailed off as she stared over at his sword, waiting for him to strike. Will had been teaching Abby to sword fight ever since Sarah left with Jack all those months ago. Abby wanted to do it and confronted Will and asked if he could. It was her way of not only learning how to defend herself properly if she ever crossed paths with pirates again, but also as of distraction so she wasn't crying over her best friends' absence.

Will brought his sword up to attack slow enough so Abby could practice getting her footing and swings down. She blocked his attack with her blade as she stepped to the side. Abby nodded at him to pick up the pace of the lesson and Will nodded back.

They began trading normal paced feints and parries as Abby began to feel more comfortable with a blade in her hand. Their pace quickened more gradually and Abby jabbed the sword at an undefended area at Will's side, but he parried it. Abby growled and pulled her blade away to parry Will's attack, but he rotated his blade around her parry before she could react and threw a thrust near her side. Will took his blade and knocked Abby's sword out her hand. The sword landed a few feet away. Abby was about to get it back until the blade of Will's sword was at her neck. She didn't move.

"If this was a real fight I would've died, wouldn't I?" Abby asked with a frown.

Will pulled his sword away from her throat and nodded. "Yes. I may should have not done that since you don't seem to be ready for that big of a surprise attack yet."

"Um…it would have been nice to warn me this time."

"Abby, your opponent will not send you out warnings unlike I have been doing." Will explained as he went over to the table near where he stored the boxes of swords and other small weapons that the navy had ordered to be made.

Abby put her sword back in its sheath and sat on a stool. "I know. You are trying to make me get use to not knowing and be prepared for that. Although in my opinion it's still not fair that you pulled that trick on me!" Will laughed at that. Abby folded her legs underneath each other on the stool. "So, your wedding is in a few days. Are you nervous?"

"Yes, I am. Who wouldn't be though?"

Abby looked down at the floor and watched the shadow of the flames from the fireplace flicker. "You really do love her don't you? She is lucky." He shifted onto his other foot from where he stood, clearly nervous for the day about to come. Abby was trying to be happy for them. She loved weddings, but something about this particular one stirred her emotions inside. Was it envy or jealousy? She wouldn't want to feel that way towards it. But it maybe because she might get to have that chance in this world. It was full of adventure. No any kind of romance for her would be formed from all that she has yet to accomplish.

Soon after, Abby left Will to his thoughts after thanking him for the lesson and preceded to where she stayed not too far away with a small family. Elizabeth insisted Abby to stay in her home, but Abby declined the offer.

The family that Abby stayed with had lost a father due to an illness and was now in need of money. Abby asked them about working and getting money for them in exchange of a place to stay. Also it turns out one of the two children was the small boy Thomas that Abby had first met when she first woke up on the beach. He begged his mother to agree until she finally caved in. With a warm smile, the mother welcomed Abby into her home with open arms. They mourned together for the first few weeks of both of the late husband and traveling friend. Thomas's sister, Maria grew close to Abby and made her play with her when Abby had free time. Abby did not oblige to do so since she always wanted a little sister.

Days later when the wedding finally came, Abby was sitting in her small room that she shared with Maria, getting ready for the wedding. Elizabeth had lent a dress that Abby could wear for the wedding. It was dark purple on the sleeves and the sides of the dress with a dark gray middle running down from the top of the loose corset to the bottom of the skirt. In the small mirror, Abby pinned up her hair to a style that she remembered doing so much when she was little with wisps of her hair falling down the side of her face.

Once she slipped on her shoes, there was shouts coming from the front door that made Abby's eyes narrow in confusion. She got up form her chair and found two soldiers holding a pair of manacles marching towards her.

"Wait, what are you-"

The soldiers said nothing as one put the manacles on her wrists while another held the family back by pointing a gun at them.

"Don't hurt them!" Abby shouted at the soldiers. "Why are you doing this?" Her eyes looked pleadingly at the young soldier shutting the manacles closed.

"You will be given reason of your arrest soon." He pulled her out of the home with the other soldiers following behind with their guns now pointed at her back.

Abby was led to where the wedding was suppose to be taken place at the fort. Rain fell onto the ground as she was ushered to where a group gathered. She almost slipped from the shoes that she wore, but did not loose her balance.

Will stood also in manacles next to where she was stopped in the clothing he was going to wear in the wedding. Her eyes were wide at the scene. Even more soldiers gathered around when Governor Swann ran up asking what the meaning of all this was.

"Stand your men down at once!" Governor Swann ordered. "Do you hear me?"

A short man that was facing away from them turned around and took off his coat, handing it to the soldier next to him. "Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long."

"Cutler Beckett!"

"It's Lord now," Cutler Beckett cut in without hesitation. Something about the man rubbed Abby the wrong way and made her get the urge to slap him. Luckily her hands were locked together. She laughed to herself thinking about how Sarah would have actually done that.

"Lord or not. You have no authority to arrest these citizens!"

Beckett smirked. "In fact, I do. Mr. Mercer!" A man opened up al large folder that he carried and Beckett took out a document and handed it to Governor Swann. "The one for the arrest of one Mr. William Turner."

Governor Swann scanned the document with disbelief and puzzlement etched onto his face and looked up. "But this…this warrant is for Elizabeth Swann."

"Oh is it? My mistake. Arrest her." Soldiers took out another pair of manacles and handcuffed Elizabeth. Will yelled but the soldiers held him back.

"On what charges?"

"This one is for Mr. William Turner." Beckett took out another one is the process. "And this one if for Miss Abigail Unger." Governor Swann snatched both of them out of

Beckett's hand. "I also have two more for a Mr. James Norrington and a Miss Sarah Williams." Beckett held the other two warrants up in the air to see if the two where there also, but they weren't.

Abby's eyes grew wide at the mention of Sarah's name. She wasn't really surprised of her getting arrested, but the charges that is what is to come scared her if Sarah does come back.

"What are the charges?" Abby demanded, glaring at Beckett.

"Commodore Norrington resigned his commissions some months ago. Sarah Williams on the other hand has left off to somewhere," Governor Swann told Beckett, his voice slightly shaking.

Beckett turned around to face him. "I don't believe that is the question I asked."

Will seemed to have enough. "Lord Beckett," his voice rose, "In the category of questions not answered.."

"We are under the jurisdiction of the king's governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what we are charged with."

"Yes," Abby agreed with venom slipping through her words directed at Beckett, "That would be lovely to know."

Beckett sharply turned his eyes over to Governor Swann for him to start reading off the charges.

"The charge is 'conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and Empire and condemn him to death, for which the'…"

"For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death."

"No!" Abby fought back. "I disagree with whomever wrote this!" Abby's eyes frantically searched for anyone who would back her up on the matter, but everyone stood silent.

"Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow."

"Captain," Abby, Will, and Elizabeth said at once.

Abby's eyes were hard as she stared ahead at Beckett with a dark look. "Captain Jack Sparrow."

Beckett smiled. "Captain Jack Sparrow," he repeated aloud. "Yes I thought you might."