"No, no…you have it all wrong," Jack said. He was drunk as hell, and quite frankly so was everyone else. The entire crew sat round the wooden table, half filled pints of Caribbean rum in their hands, Jack Sparrow at the head of the table, trying yet again to teach them the bloody stupid pirate song.

Anamaria sat alone, away from the group. Purposefully avoiding the drinking, but somehow could never escape the stupidity that was man's. She rested a foot on the edge of the seat, elbow to knee, bracing her head with the palm of her hand over her eyes.

"It goes…how does it go…" Jack stared off blankly into space, humming a bit… "We…we…"

Gibbs perked up. "We're rascals…"

Then Jack joined him, finally remembering. "We're rascals, scoundrels, villains…" The rest was drowned out by Jack gulping down the three remaining gulps. The rest of the crew followed the line 'drink up me hearties yo ho' before Jack jumped in again. "REALLY BAD EGGS!"

Anamaria rolled her eyes for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. They had repeated the same verse over and over and over again so that even she, who had not wanted to learn any part of that bloody song knew it better than drunk Jack did. 'We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves; drink up me hearties yo ho; we're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs; drink up me hearties yo ho…"

"Yo Ho, Yo ho-"

"A pirates life for me! Yes, we ALL KNOW THIS! Will you shut up!" Anamaria shouted at them. They all shut up.

"I'm sorry darling," Jack said, his face twisting into a drunk's overly concerned expression. "Did you want the solo part?"

She just stared at him, tired and shocked. She let her head drop back into her hands

"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirates life for me!"

"Oh, I LOVE THIS SONG!"

*Returning to Port Royal*

"It seems that so long ago the pirates raided here," Elizabeth said looking off to the horizon.

"Yes," Will answered her. "Things certainty have settled down quickly."

It was late morning and the pair had decided to return to the fort view from which they had watched Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl sail off. The soldiers hadn't seemed to mind Elizabeth's presence, though some were curious as to who her company was. However, for the most part they kept their minds in their own business.

"You know I never thought I'd be standing here," Will told her. "Just a few weeks ago, I had thought my life would amount to nothing more than what I had."

"I thought the same about my life. It is amazing what a few days on a pirate ship can do." Elizabeth smiled at him softly.

Will laughed.

"What?" Elizabeth asked.

"Is it always in your nature to understate situations?"

Elizabeth bit her lower lip and looked away. Will immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry," he said.

"No, no, it's fine. It was an understatement." She smiled weakly. "I guess so many things happened that I just don't want to think about it."

They both watched the water a while, the subject of the last few days creating an awkward tension.

"You know," Will started. "The worst moment of my life happened last week." He touched her hand. She took his. "It was when Barbosa had made the deal with me...Watching you fall into the water. The worst part was the thought that you would die on that island."

"The worst part of my experience was after Barbosa was killed. In the caves…your face…when you said my fiance would be wanting to know I'm safe. It was terrible." She sighed.

Elizabeth heard the wind whistle, the sound as chilling as death. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes," Will answered unconcerned. "It was hard to tell you that. But I didn't want to make you feel worse about you're decision. It was yours to make."

"No, not that…the wind."

Will looked confused. "What wind?"

The sound came again. No it wasn't wind, she finally realized. It was something else. She swallowed looking out to the ocean. The water was red…not just red. It looked molten like lava, red and orange and yellow swirling in on itself.

"Elizabeth what's wrong?"

She didn't answer. His voice echoed far off in the distance. The sky was black with clouds. The air smelled like ash and hurt to breathe. Elizabeth tried to step back but stumbled. It felt like she was falling…falling off a cliff into the flames.

She had in fact stepped back, but her foot had met empty air instead of the floor and she started to tumbled back down the stairs. Will had grabbed her by the wrist, but the force with which Elizabeth had fallen drug him down with her. When they had landed on the concrete, Elizabeth was crying, sealing her eyes shut with all her might.

"Elizabeth…" Will said, scrambling up and leaning over her. He took her hand and petted her face. "Elizabeth it's okay…what happened."

Her eyes snapped open. She immediately stopped crying. "Where am I?" she asked, surprisingly calm.

"You stepped back suddenly and tripped down the stairs," Will answered still concerned. "What happened? You looked as if you saw something."

"I tripped?" Elizabeth said, picking herself up. "I don't remember..."

"What happened?"

"What are you talking about?" She touched his face, smiling at his worried expression. His expression didn't fade, she lost her smile. "What happened?"

"Are you two all right there?" a familiar voice said. Will looked up to see two red coats approaching.

Mullroy knelt and helped Elizabeth up. "You all right miss?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"You took quite a tumble there," Murtogg said.

Elizabeth smiled. "Thank you," she said to Mullroy. "I am fine."

"Can you breathe all right?" -Murtogg.

"Yes-" -Elizabeth

"Cuz' if you can't breathe it could be 'cuz the corset."-Murtogg

"No I'm"-Elizabeth

"Did you have to say that?"-Mullroy

"What?"-Murtogg

"About the corset?"-Mullroy

"What?"-Murtogg

"It's not entirely proper."-Mullroy

"Sparrow said it caused the last fall."-Murtogg

"No he didn't."-Mullroy

"Yes he did."-Murtogg

Will slowly took Elizabeth by the hand and lead her away from the arguing pair.

"Even if he did, that's no way to talk in public."-Mullroy

"But Sparrow-"-Murtogg

"Are you going to do what a pirate does?"-Mullroy

"No."-Murtogg

"Then there's no need to talk about lady underwear in public."-Mullroy

"I was just seeing if she was all right was all."-Murtogg

"And if it had been the queen of Britain I suppose you would asked if her hose were bothering her."-Mullroy

"No."-Murtogg

"Like I said, there's no need to be discussing it." They both turned back and…there was no one there. Mullroy gently smacked Murtogg on the back of the head. "See there you've gone and done it again. If we had been guarding the Dauntless they could have stolen the ship and we'd have been hanged for sure."

"They wouldn't have stolen the ship."

"We'd still be hanged."

"No we would-"

"Gentlemen," Gillette yelled at them from his office. "Back to your post."

"Told you it was your fault." Mullroy said walking back.

"No it wasn't."