The wind whipped through the company, howling out the pain that was very evident. Elizabeth was still folded up in Will's arms, her face hidden as she sobbed over her father's death.
" Is there anything that can be done?" Will asked, rocking Elizabeth.
Tia Dalma only shook her head, her eyes masked with sorrow as she stared at the young couple. The crewmembers of the Black Pearl were silent. Will picked Elizabeth up, still holding her close to him, and carried her below decks into the small room that she was staying in. She didn't protest, or try to fight him off like she had been earlier. She just shuddered, like she was in shock.