Elizabeth Swann let out an exasperated moan. She had been looking for Jack for at least…oh, she didn't know how long. It frustrated her, wandering around for days at a time looking for someone she wasn't even supposed to like. His memory seared her mind like a white-hot brand. She couldn't help but enjoy Jack's presence; nobody could. He was so funny, so full of life. He was so sure of himself. And now she didn't even know if he was alive.

"Will," she whined.

She had come into this place with Will, and the silence between him and her was unbearable. She wished she could figure out why he was so cold to her on that trip. While they were being eaten by the Kraken, Will hadn't even held her hand. That wounded Elizabeth. The only logical reason she could think of was that Will had seen Jack and her kiss. Her heart pounded at the thought of that kiss. Sure, she had gone back onto the boat with means of tricking Jack and saving the crew and her and Will, but once it happened she didn't know what she meant or what to think. She had so many questions. Did she love Jack, or Will? If Will had seen the kiss, were they still getting married? What was it like to be married? She sighed. Love was complicated.

Her eyes narrowed. Knowing Jack, he'd probably forgotten the kiss already. He was so loose, so immoral. Maybe that's why she lusted after him. She was the daughter of a governor, for Pete's sakes! She couldn't be more proper. That reminded her of what Jack had said after they kissed. "Pirate…" he said. What had he meant by that? Surely he was not claiming she was a pirate? No, no, no. She had only done it to save the crew and Will and herself. She had not meant any more than that.

Had she?